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Create your own method. Don't depend slavishly on mine. Make up something that will work for you! But keep breaking traditions, I beg you.

quote by Konstantin Stanislavisky
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On Your Own

Stop thinking you need me to lead the way.
Or someone else to hold your hand,
To help you avoid traffic on a crowded street.
Open your eyes and carry your own weight.
Don't depend on me,
To be there to protect your fate.

Know what it is like to defend and debate...
That which is in your heart.
And not that which you fake...
When it is convenient for you,
To decide you feel safe.

Hiding behind walls,
With a mind that finds it easy to define...
What is or is not real for all
From a point of view stalled without experience.
Just to live a life you wish.
Is not a burden I choose to live with.
And wont.

Nor will I delay in waiting...
On a path I take,
For someone like you to decide what steps I make.
And even if we were identical twins...
I would trust you to make a decision,
Alone.
On your own.
Without guidance to process a thought!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creating Your Own Meaning

you wake up one day
finding yourself in the same dark and damp room
same dusty curtains
smelling like dried fish

light coming from the window
greets you with

hello, welcome
you are nothing special
you are just like everybody else

for one thing
your heart does not remember
what was that despair all about

you wash your face
brush your teeth
change clothes
walk outside

the world is still the same
it does not bother about you or
anybody else

man, you create your own meaning
no one does it for you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In A Category All Your Own

Would I cuss you out?
Or 'will' I cuss you out?
Forgive me but...
I am not familiar at all with this request.
Can you be just a little more specific.
I don't mind doing it,
But...
You have to provide the incentive.

'So you just don't go around cussing people out?
And being offensive?
I saw that on a recent documentary.'

Of course not.
I am given something to ignite that desire.
Something that initiates the feeling.
You know...
You have to want me to cuss you out badly,
To provoke me to that point.

'I had no idea that's how it was done.
Depending on the situation,
How many cuss words could I possibly provoke you to use...
Within,
Say...
Five minutes of my nonstop ignorance that provokes you? '

You are visiting here on vacation aren't you?
And someone has become annoyed with you and sent you,
My way...
Right?
Either it is believed you are my perfect match...
Or something so disconnected in your head,
It is hoped a few of my choice words will tightened.
You are in a category all your own.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweep Away Your Own Debris

So clear you were not here,
When the trenches were dug.
And when the heat appeared,
Not a dropp of sweat...
Came from your brow.
And you expect my attention,
To listen to your delayed intentions!
And you expect my time to mention this...
Now?

Too much of what you have,
And take for granted...
Has been made easy for you to judge.
Including my activities.
But in my life,
What you say and offer...
Has not been made my priority.
Not to influence me to budge!

Your seriousness is elementary to me.
And there is something to be said,
About those who toiled from the old school!
Who learned to use their minds...
And not toys to use as tools to advance fools.

My path has never been paved,
With options.
Nor was it ever paved before time to it I gave.
And any options appearing,
Are those I made!

You show up to discuss,
How I should approach 'my' adventure.
When you display no ambition...
To pick up a broom,
And sweep away your own debris!
That's why I prefer you not to be around me.
To distract with aspects of your own insecurities.

Don't attempt to use my energy.
Sweep away your own debris!
Sweep away your own debris!
Or go elsewhere to play.
Just get away from around me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Well, you create your own persona, don't you? And you have to live with that. But the people that I meet, they don't think that I'm a lunatic. And if they do, then that's OK, because it means that I'm playing the parts all right.

quote by Ray Winstone
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Never write an advertisement which you wouldn't want your family to read. You wouldn't tell lies to your own wife. Don't tell them to mine.

quote by David Ogilvy
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Eye Of The Storm

[DADDY X]
Fire It Up.
The next chapter.
(Yup)
Legalize freedom,
Free your mind.
(Forecast says that high winds are blowin.)
Higher consciousness.
(Dark clouds up ahead, we kept rollin.)
You create your own reality.
(Some times you gotta live life knowin.)
Stoney vibrations.
(Your in the eye of the storm.)
Seek Truth
Observe Nature
Educate Yourself
(Refuse to conform.)
Find your real history.
(Deviate from the norm.)
Non-conformity,
Anarchy.
(Refuse to conform.)
Walk your own walk.
Every moment is a gift.
(Forecast says that high winds are blowin.)
Create your own reality.
(Dark clouds up ahead, we kept rollin.)
Live while u live.
(Some times you gotta live life knowin.)
Freedom is a state of mind.
(Your in the eye of the storm.)
Freedom is a state of mind.
(Refuse to conform.)
Non-conformity,
(Deviate from the norm.)
Individuality,
Legalize freedom,
(Refuse to conform.)
Legalize freedom,
Creation,
(Your in the eye of the storm.)
Legalization,
Legalization.

song performed by Kottonmouth Kings
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Mess With My Man (feat. Jagged)

Verse 1: It was hard to find a brother that was down for me
So Im telling everybody let him be 'cause
He's mine and I cant take no bitches trying to take my baby
So I thought I had to let you know, find someone to call your own
'Cause now you're walking in danger zone and if i touch you
Ill be wrong......
Hook: If you mess with my man
I'ma be the one bring it to you
Got my girls got my man
So find your own and leave mine alone
Don't mess with my man
I'ma be the one bring it to you
Heres a little advice for you- find your own man
Verse 2: It was hard to find a girl that's down for me
Seems like a lot of niggas tryin me cause
They tryin' to take my baby, oh what the hell no!!
So now you really better check yourself
Messing with my girl is bad for your health and
So you know you will be dealt with
Better find your own girl
Hook: If you mess with my girl
I'ma be the one to bring it to you
Got my niggas got my girl
So find your own and leave mine alone
Don't mess with my girl
I'ma be the one to bring it to ya
Here's a little advice for you- find your own girl
Bridge: Nivea- Girl I'm warning you
If you want my man you should just keep your hands to yourself
J.E.- And playa I'm warning you, if you want my girl
I suggest that you look but don't touch
Nivea- Hard to find a brother that is down for me
Don't mess with my man
J.E.- Hard to find a girl that is down for me
Don't mess with my girl (2x each)

song performed by Nivea
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Sunshine

Roll and tumble with your big heart falling
You roll and tumble alone
You reach forever with your dirty hand's holding
You reach for something you will never know
Heard you singing in a Taco Bell bathroom
Heard you singing a Cheap Trick song
Yeah, we sang Surrender all the way the county line
When I listen to that music
It makes me think of summertime
Yeah, that acid summer
We were wasted and happy
We were laughing in the sunshine
(Sunshine)
You twist and turn with your bright eyes shining
You twist and turn in the california sun
You wait forever for the life you dream of
You wait for something that will never come
You twist and turn in the slow motion daydream
You twist and turn in your own sweet hell
I don't get too close to the fire anymore
But when I think of you now, it makes me think of summertime
Yeah, that acid summer
We were wasted and happy
We laughing in the sunshine
Laughing in the sunshine
Laughing in the sunshine
Laughing in the sunshine
In the sunshine
Twist and turn with your bright eyes shining
Twist and turn in the california sun
Wait forever for the life you dream of
You wait for something that will never come
You twist and turn in the slow motion freefall
You twist and turn in your own good time
I can't watch you twisting and turning anymore
No I never thought a good time would turn into a lifestyle
No I just can't watch you wait anymore
But when I think of that summertime
It always seem to make me smile
(Smile)
Yeah, that acid summer
We were wasted and happy
We were laughing in the sunshine
(Go!)
We were laughing in the sunshine
(Go!)
Laughing in the sunshine
(Go!)
Laughing in the sunshine
(Go!)

song performed by Everclear
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Don't think you are going to go on forever because you are not and begin to plan something that will compensate as you reduce your capacities to leap or turn on this or that or the other, begin thinking of something else.

quote by Katherine Dunham
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A Vampires Kiss

A Vampires Kiss, so sweet and wordless,
A Vampires Kiss, should last forever,
A Vampires Kiss, together with your own,
A Vampires Kiss, so lovely and delicate,
A Vampires Kiss, that has last for centuries,
A Vampires Kiss, so cold but warm,
A Vampires Kiss, has lasted forever in my heart.

poem by Sarah Bishop
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Myself

I am me.
Accept me.
For being the way I am.
To be myself, and on one else.
Myself, being a man.
Though I will make mistakes,
And I will ask for help,
But that will be me.
And it wont be anyone else.
Accept me please
Don't deny me
For being the way I will
To grow my hair,
For the clothes I wear
Or for calling, a mountain a hill.
Though I could be anyone,
But I can't be a pawn,
For the way I am
Is the way I chose
And that is the way I'll die.
You are you.
And I am me.
The way it was meant to be.
Your clouds are real.
My mountains are hills.
And I am me, myself.
Not no one else.....

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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And I call her 'Just Meggie' (Meggie Gultiano)

I know you'll find it hard to believe me
If I tell you that they describe you in there poems perfectly
I could hardly understand how I can describe you
Knowing that I really don’t know
What literal perfect words that will fit for you
I've never been like this before
I really love to give my friend and mentor
The words she will cherished eternally
I just don't know how to pour out my feelings for you
I wanted to find those wonderful and bizarre words
To make you realize how much you mean to me
But words continue to elude me
What would they be?
Something poetic?
I'm sure it should be heartfelt and out of the ordinary
I'm afraid it's no use; every time I see your name and your poetry
The words came out the same
Ahhhh….. This woman will always be my Just Meggie!

poem by Rommel Filoteo
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Life Is a Growth Process

What would you like for me to say?
I feel your pain?
Or...
Forgive me,
I'm feeling my own right now.
Would you like a rain check?

There is nothing super human about me.
I can express empathy and unhappiness.
And in the past you have gotten that.
But to neglect myself,
To be there for someone else...
Has been done successfully.
With a lot of ungratefulness shown in exchange.

Remember when I was there holding you?
My own tears fell like rain and out of your view.

The only thing to you I hopefully can explain,
Is this...
What you are going through,
One day will heal and your life will improve.

And how best that gets done...
Only you will know it with maturity that comes.

Life is a growth process.
Full of lonely and unshared experiences to address.
And without assistence you will recognize this...
Affecting your decisions made,
On many of those heartfelt occasions.
And that will not for you be rare.
As long as you deeply for someone else care.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writer

Night Writer
Why not write now
No time can be righter
No one to tell you how

To live your life
Or design for you your lies
Does it suffice to have a wife
To tell you when it satisfies?

You've written before
Little at night, more by day
At night write more
You'll discover a way

To make stars into a sun
That will shine for you as gold
But gold is as good as gone
When you get to be this old

Poem writer
Up and write about modesty
It's what everyone talks about
That's you and your honesty
Who cares if the others doubt?

You came in time
But does time know who you are?
You have a claim on rhyme
But rhythm takes the measure by far

Into a new realm
Of words on words on words
They just overwhelm
Can't you hear what they've heard?

Maybe hearing loss
Is not the loss of hearing
Maybe it's that distant toss
When you hear the echo before the feeling

Now you're here and now
Now is the time's to write
Now's the time to fulfill every vow
Now's not the time to lose sight
Of what you might lose
If you don't write every night.

poem by Ragy Sandid
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Masters Of Illusion

Love is a wonderful form of self-delusion, a
game anyone can play with a willing team-
mate on the basis of an illusionary ideal of
affection that can be filled to perfection by
anyone interesting, relying on chemistry
and shared interests

We are all able to become masters of illusion-
but the only authentic question is do you love
yourself, do you enjoy your own company - if
your answer is NO, you are guaranteed that
no love relations will work for you, you need
the loved one to pick you up

Keep you amused and entertained all the time,
should the beloved become too weak to take
care of your needs, your love will flee as it is
based on a loving slave combination; only
those who are happy in themselves and
can share their general well-being

With another happy person, stand a chance of
long-lasting love relationships in which partners
remain relatively independent; if anyone wants
to leave, it is never the end for the one who
stays behind – given this paradigm; it is no
wonder that there is almost no chance

That love will last, in our culture love is seen as
a selfish concern – the beautiful, adored person
must conjure happiness out of a hat, only true
magicians are acceptable as life partners –
a normal human being is never enough!

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Miserable Lie

So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And i'll stay with mine
There's something against us
It's not time
It's not time
So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I know i need hardly say
How much i love your casual way
Oh, but please put your tongue away
A little higher and we're well away
The dark nights are drawing in
And your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
And "love" is just a miserable lie
You have destroyed my flower-like life
Not once - twice
You have corrupt my innocent mind
Not once - twice
I recognise that mystical air
It means : i'd like to see your underwear
I know the wind-swept mystical air
It means : i'd like to see your underwear
What do we get for our trouble and pain ?
Just a rented room in whalley range
What do we get for our trouble and pain ?
...whalley range !
Into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her ...
I need advice, i need advice
I need advice, i need advice
Because nobody ever looks at me twice
Nobody ever looks at me twice
I'm just a country-mile behind
The world
I'm just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh oh, oh ...
I'm just a country-mile behind
The world
I'm just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh oh, oh ...
Take me as you go
Oh oh, oh...
Take me as you go
Oh oh, oh ...
I need advice, i need advice

song performed by Smiths
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Pen should not stop

Let there be no music, drums or beats
But with love and affection you can greet
This is time where you have the time for people to meet
Give the best with whatever you have and nicely treat

Poets must have no ego or pride
They have lot more to reveal than to hide
The world is not narrow but very wide
You have lot more to speak than to confide

If you are busy and knee deep in occupation
Still need remains there to develop the relation
When nothing belongs to you with wrong context
Make it point that it exists for you with plain text

Poet can never die but his enthusiasm
Ideas can never idle but his optimism
Who else can revive the dead sprit?
When you gain the wings to resume the flight

The eyes must to see towards divine light
No more cowardice act but resolve to fight
What best can we give to hungry world?
Without developing apathy and turning cold

No ego but self confidence and pride
That may help to overcome slight
Rest all may be fuelled by your own resolve
World may look cheerful when you fully involve

Make the life fully complete
Wherever is necessary push with vigor and compete
It is neither a luck that stops you or ill fate
But your idleness that takes you very late

You may die unnatural death
If there is no will to reach zenith
How there can be mental growth?
When you have lost pride and honor or both

Wake up and search for pen
Else it may dry your source even
You may never be able to regain
All your energy and zeal may go in vain

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sunshine (The Acid Summer)

Roll and tumble with your big heart falling
Youre rolling tumbling alone
Beats forever what your dirty hands holding
You reach for something you will never know
Heard you singing in a taco bell bathroom
Heard you singing a cheap trick song
Yeah, we sang surrender all the way the county line
When I listen to that music
It makes me think of summertime
Yeah, that acid summer
We were wasted and happy
We were laughing in the sunshine
(sunshine)
Twist and turn with your bright eye shining
Twist and turn in the california sun
Wait forever for the life you dream of
You wait for something that will never come
You twist and turn in the slow motion daydream
You twist and turn in your own sweet hell
I dont get too close to the fire anymore
But when I think of you now, it makes me think of summertime
Yeah, that acid summer
We were wasted and happy
We laughing in the sunshine
Laughing in the sunshine
Laughing in the sunshine
Laughing in the sunshine
In the sunshine
Twist and turn with your bright eyes shining
Twist and turn in the california sun
Wait forever for the life you dream of
You wait for something that will never come
You twist and turn in the slow motion freefall
You twist and turn in your own good time
I cant watch you twisting and turning anymore
No I never thought a good time would turn into a lifestyle
No I just cant watch you wait anymore
But when I think of that summertime
It always seem to make me smile
(smile)
Yeah, that acid summer
We were wasted and happy
We were laughing in the sunshine
(go!)
We were laughing in the sunshine
(go!)
Laughing in the sunshine
(go!)
Laughing in the sunshine
(go!)

song performed by Everclear
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To Hell Or Havana

Hurry up McGillacuddy, you’ll soon be on your way.
No more you’ll hunt the pheasants with a shotgun by the bay,
No more you’ll watch the farmers cutting turf down by the bogs,
Or sheep up on the mountains being herded by the dogs.

You’ll seldom hear the pipes again or watch the colleens dance.
You’ll join the long tradition; no there’s not a single chance,
That there’s work for you in Ireland; the economy is dead.
It’s nineteen fifty four my boy; too many mouths to be fed

Hurry up McGillacuddy show them that you’re keen,
Get on that dock and board that ship you’re almost seventeen.
Don’t show them that your heart is broke or that you want to cry,
You’re proud to be an Irishman so hold your head up high.

This ship is packed with emigrants from England, Scotland, Wales.
They’re singing blimey British songs and telling taller tales.
They say you’ve got a brogue my friend and that you’re young and green,
Your patriotic pride is hurt when you’re almost seventeen.

Hurry up McGillacuddy you’re a stranger on your own.
The loneliness you’ve come to know hurts right down to the bone.
You’ll never fish the Fergus or walk Rinanna hunting hare.
These strangers here don’t know your world nor do they even care.

That place you knew just the other day; it’s gone forever now.
Was it all just an illusion - another world somehow?
Where are those voices that you heard - the choir in the church?
When you had all the answers and no god-forsaken search.

Hurry up McGillacuddy forget all you have done.
Canadian Immigration waits at Pier twenty-one.
They’ll process you in a minute flat and send you on your way.
You’re one of a thousand immigrants came to Halifax today.

The train is long and crowded too; no time for much emotion,
Past names like Shibinacadie it glides in locomotion.
Trapped days and nights in a carriage tight with your loneliness and pride,
You have to endure this steady strain and take it in your stride.

Hurry up McGillacuddy you’re going to shovel shit,
On a farm near Burlington; it wont hurt your pride a bit.
Three milk machines and a washcloth rag with forty Holstein cows,
In a barn big as a cathedral, some goats, some pigs, some sows.

And when you’re done with milking and feeding all that pork,
There’s a meadow with bales of hay as big as County Cork.
These farmers are a dour lot with harrows hoes and ploughs,
They toss those bales of hay all day and then milk forty cows.

Hurry up McGillacuddy, time to change career,
Your pay is nearly nothing; this slavery austere,
And the loneliness that lingers and haunts you day and night,
On a vast expanse of farm where you have no birthright.

You’re off to join the navy and you’re going back to sea,
But first to Cornwallis where you dare not disagree.
It’s yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir and running all around.
And when you’re finished marching you better go pipe down.

Hurry up McGillacuddy you’re on a navy ship,
And when you’re old enough, they’ll give you lots of rum to sip.
You’re an able seaman signalman; read those flags and flashing lights.
You’re off to the Caribbean and maybe see some sights.

It was midnight in Havana when Batista ruled the day,
And Castro ruled the hills but you had to spend your pay.
That girl with hair as black as coal, she lured you into sin,
Did you go to confession yet; how long has it been?

poem by James Bredin
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