We appropriately compared the lifestyle to that of drug addiction and alcoholism - lifestyles that one would be encouraged to seek help to leave - never encouraged to stay in.
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Unlocking Of A Closed Door
Where does one go,
To seek with a teaching those lessons unknown?
And find that one who is secure enough,
Without fearing what is taught...
May leave behind that one who has brought,
Another to discover what the other had not thought...
From one known to be a student,
But who has shown a growth that was sought?
Where does one go,
To be encouraged to soar...
By one who had encouraged an opening of a door.
Where does one go,
To know someone else is willing to assist.
With an unlocking of a closed door both can explore,
And an obtaining of a knowledge...
Awaits and sits beyond it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My older sister encouraged me from early on and bought me one of the first guitars I had. She listened to all of the crappy songs that I wrote when I was 8 years old and encouraged me to keep doing it.
quote by Tracy Chapman
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Religion can make it worse. Are you supposing that if people were encouraged to believe in a transcendent reality, and to be encouraged by grand rituals and music and preaching, to love their neighbors, then they would put jealousy and frustration aside?
quote by Mary Douglas
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Gone To Forget To Leave
There are those who may choose to die.
For whatever reason...
Eyes are wanting to feel,
A realness and not a friction to absorb.
When platters of gold filled deceit,
Offer nothing else to be fed....
With a side order of sincerity seen,
Or felt to mention.
'Gone to forget to leave'
And the feasting of this is encouraged.
Until dishonesty is all that one dreads.
With a wish to numb the head,
From the stirrings that occur from truths.
And although the eating of deceit weakens,
On a daily basis when that addiction eats...
A cry goes unheard.
A sickening overwhelms...
And,
A wish to be released from it increases.
'Gone to forget to leave'
An encouraged emotionally abandoned mind...
Feeds until the peace of eternal rest has come,
Of what is wished.
And with a consciousness,
Desperately wanting transistion now a mission...
But never accepted to come from one so...
Talented and gifted!
But hurting from a place...
No one took the time to touch to get to know,
And so much pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined the stars awaiting.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined...
With the others worthy.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known,
To God...
Has joined,
Eternity!
Goodbye to pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
No more pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone is pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding,
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Do Not Stand Alone
Please,
I need no praises of platitudes from you.
I am just a basic man...
Encouraged by a mission,
That enforces me to take a stand.
And those who know my feelings are deep,
Have encouraged me to be the man I am.
I have never found my path taken,
Cleared free of debris.
I've witnessed obstacles laying upon it...
I thought impossible to free.
I am not stranger to heartache.
Or those emotions that have gone out of my control.
I've been approached by folks,
Who didn't know me at all...
But felt it okay to test me and provoke.
With faith I rid myself of doubts.
And today I am in constant prayer.
I know the truth about what love is!
And blessed I am to have those in my life...
Who are quick with me with theirs to share.
Please,
I need no praises of platitudes from you.
I am just a basic man...
Encouraged by a mission,
That enforces me to take a stand.
And those who know my feelings are deep
Have encouraged me to be the man I am.
I need no praises or platitudes,
To do what it is I am expected to do.
And if I was seeking an easy way out,
I'd be silent like the others...
With not a word you would hear,
Expressed publicly to come out of my mouth.
And on those stages I am glad to say,
Today I do not stand alone!
I am not a seeker to make speeches.
With an eye for open debate!
I desire to teach to leave lessons learned,
Some I hope are understood...
With a comprehension sacrifices have been made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Seeking To Be Encouraged
I've grown accustomed to view walls,
As a creative opportunity.
I see space with a wanting to use it.
As if to be inspired by what it isn't.
Others have come to sit behind walls,
Feeling blocked and locked in.
With a seeking to be encouraged,
To get up off their asses!
And I have always found time to busy mine,
With a seeking to be encouraged...
Not to sit too long in a comfort to feel,
Temporarily safe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The addiction
The addiction to writing
Is worse than drug
Addiction to
shabu
Or marijuana
You want solitude
You do not talk
You shy away from friends
And your wife
Misunderstands your silence
As coldness of a lover
“Do you still love me? ”
it is worse
there is no hospital for writers
there are no rehabilitation centers
where they diagnose
you for an addiction for a certain
precise disease
why this man prefers solitude
why he does not dance
why he does not talk anymore
there is no drug prescribable
to this addiction
there is no doctor
there is no cure
meanwhile the symptoms keep
manifesting
looking beyond the window in deep thought
sleeping late and waking earlier than usual
He lives too far from everybody
Kin, friends, lovers, and country
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faked To Create
I grew up encouraged to think independently.
And to believe 'everything' I saw on TV,
Was faked to create what was not real.
Many haven't had that opportunity.
And live controlled and unfortunate lives.
Not because of TV.
But because they've been taught,
To have thoughts to think...
Is a waste to keep them processed,
And a value that has no place.
I grew up encouraged to think independently.
And to believe 'everything' I saw on TV,
Was faked to create what was not real.
I feel so alone sometimes,
When I have trouble finding the remote.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Hopeful Wish They Remain Focused
So many are born and blessed with unique gifts.
And those blessed to play hide and seek...
Should not be deprived of imposing this talent.
Especially upon those,
Who express to them such sincere gratitude.
And praying they stay encouraged,
In such unmistakable absence.
With a support given,
To whatever it is they do in pursuit.
With a hopeful wish they remain focused.
And determined to keep seeking,
The hiding that is sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugs are merely the most obvious form of addiction in our society. Drug addiction is one of the things that undermines traditional values.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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That Particular Time
My foundation was rocked my tried and true way to deal was to vanish
My departures were old I stood in the room shaking in my boots
At that particular time love had challenged me to stay
At that particular moment I knew not run away again
That particular month I was ready to investigate with you
At that particular time
We thought a break would be good for four months we sat and vacillated
We thought a small time apart would clear up the doubts that were abounding
At that particular time love encouraged me to wait
At that particular moment it helped me to be patient
That particular month we needed time to marinate in what us meant
Ive always wanted for you what youve wanted for yourself
And yet I wanted to save us high water or hell
And I kept on ignoring the ambivalence you felt
And in the meantime I lost myself
In the meantime I lost myself
Im sorry I lost myself.i am
You knew you needed more time time spent alone with no distraction
You felt you needed to fly solo and high to define what you wanted
At that particular love encouraged me to leave
At that particular moment I knew staying with you meant deserting me
That particular month was harder than youd believe but I still left
At that particular time
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Their 'Stash' Has Gone
Why are those high expectations,
Being lowered into disappointing pits?
Why is it that remorse,
Seems to be the mood of choice.
And the first thing noticed,
When heard by a spoken voice...
Further encouraged by needling critics.
To say dismay has been raised to heights,
Is to acknowledge the acceptance...
Of those living a routine of feeling recycled,
With lives they have come to despise.
And faith and hope has become a drug for some.
With many realizing their 'stash' has gone...
And no more of it to them will come.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Must Go
Written by lindsey buckingham.
Ive been trying to get you
Hey little girl, leave the little drug alone
I just cant seem to get through
Hey little girl, leave the little drug alone
You leave in the morning but you dont come back
Hey little girl, youre leaving me all alone
Hey little girl, youre on the wrong track
Hey little girl, leave the little drug alone
Ive been waiting, contemplating, now I know . . .
If youre aching, hearts breaking, let the four winds blow . . .
And this is why I must go
Why I must go
Why I must go
Why I must go
I must go
You just cant choose between the lie and the fact
Hey little girl, leave the little drug alone
Hey little girl, youre on the wrong track
Hey little girl, leave the little drug alone
song performed by by Lindsey Buckingham
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Joked, Stroked and Ushered
Actively a unity desired has been picked apart.
The notion that it would automatically occur without effort...
With those standing on the sidelines watching,
To scrutinize and criticize...
Would begin the start of a communal embrace,
Stares them in the face with a reflected disgrace.
Even in their places of worship they sit divided.
And they wonder why,
Those good things in life from them have departed!
To leave them high and mighty with ego.
And a life lived desert dry.
In the comfort of licking self inflicted wounds.
If they are not encouraged with nourishment,
That's what happens.
How can one expect flowers to grow...
When the emphasis has been focused,
On one's addiction given to weeds.
How can one speak of the benefits of Sunshine,
When everything done to those who bring it...
Makes them feel unwelcomed and wish to leave!
As their activities and good deeds done,
Are often criticized and shunned by a collective of jealous ones.
Who have become accustomed to provoke,
Their own downslide joked, stroked and ushered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drug (It's Just A State Of Mind)
(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Take me in the morning
Take me every night
Take me when you're feeling low
Take me when you want to stay
Take me,
Take me, take me, take me, take me
Take, take, take, take.
Before you slide into the wide
There's something i want you to know
(what you see is what you want)
In all your stretch of conciousness
You've still got a long way to go
(what you want its what you need)
Some make you spin,
Some make you sweat,
Its only here for you to choose (choose me)
And if you try, an alternative high
Then tell me what have you got to loose now..
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when you're feeling low
Take me when you want to stay - up all night
Up all night
The hit, the hit
The hit to fit reality,
Its just a state of mind
(what you see is what you want)
And you'll admit its more than just an axe that you've got to grind
(what you want is what you need)
We'll make a spin
We'll make you sweat
All you've got to do is use me (use me)
Some like it hot
But i like it wet
So tell me what have we got to lose now..
(chorus)
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
(use me) (use me) (choose me) (choose me) (use me) (use me)
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
A drug, its a drug
(chorus)
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when you're feeling slow
Take me when the mood is right
(chorus)
Take me every morning
Take me every night
Take me when you're feeling slow
Take me when the mood is right
Up all night
(chorus) (mixed until fade..)
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Encouraged And Warned
The Lord above will never disown, those below, who’re truly His own,
So be encouraged in the hard times, as we are part of God’s design,
The Lord above is faithful to those, all who follow The One who rose,
And with His Power over the grave, He is eager today, souls to save.
Believers are encouraged by God, as they pilgrimage on earthly sod,
As they finish what He has begun, in God’s Church, built by His Son,
His work that is not yet complete, and a work that will not see defeat,
As Christ, who has not yet departed, will finish all that He has started.
He is still working with those, who by foreknowledge God has chose,
Through Election and by His Grace, to come to Christ in a living faith,
A Faith, which produces change, through the power of Christ’s Name,
A Living Faith that other people see, as we serve The God of Eternity.
Men must be warned although, about this Truth, we’ve come to know,
That there’s a grave consequence, when rejecting God’s Benevolence,
If God’s Grace you should refuse, all spiritual alertness you may lose,
And given instead eyes and ears, which cannot spiritually see or hear,
But, encouraged we can go forward, saved and sheltered in The Lord,
Believers in Christ, protected from, His Righteous Wrath, yet to come.
Until then, we should be God’s Light, for those with any spiritual sight,
So they can see, in Jesus Christ, they face not Wrath, but Eternal Life.
There Could Have Been A Flourishing
There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
And an increase of understanding,
From everyone released.
There could have been growth,
With a beneficial purpose done.
But that road was blocked...
By the ones who joined that bandwagon,
With wishes to have these joint ventures stopped.
There could have been,
A respecting of differences from the beginning...
To everyone's benefit.
There could have been appreciation expressed,
For one person to the next.
There could have been ideals addressed,
With less dissecting as to whose suggestions...
Were better than the rest.
But minds seeking to impress...
Infected all with a lack of interest.
There could have been a flourishing.
With an enriching nourishment that encouraged it.
There could have been a sharing of expertise,
Amongst those mature enough to do it.
But those mature enough to do this,
Could no longer endure those immature!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Molded Goals
Give me my right to have a life of variety.
With a choice I decide in my mind,
Who and what I will be as I define.
People live to breathe in sequels.
And leeching to squeeze,
From an opportunistic vision.
But too afraid to plant their own footsteps,
If others are not pleased.
People are not free,
Or encouraged to be themselves.
And directed from their births,
To seek acceptance...
From others who have molded goals,
And know what is perfectness.
Give me my right to have a life of variety.
With a choice I decide in my mind,
Who and what I will be as I define.
People are not free,
Or encouraged to be themselves.
And directed from their births,
To seek acceptance...
From others who have molded goals,
And know what is perfectness.
Molded goals grow old to corrode.
And find a staleness solid...
Rusted with rot and dropped forgotten.
People live and breathe in sequels.
Too afraid to make fresh steps.
People live to please other people,
And get upset when nothing is correct!
Molded goals.
Molded goals.
Rusted with rot,
And soon dropped forgotten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much Today Is Not Of The Lord
This world has changed in so many ways in these ever darkening days,
For it used to be The God of Grace, but now its wicked men we praise.
Today many entering God's marriage covenant enter totally deceived,
For those who wish to, have changed Adam to Madam and Eve to Steve.
Pure religion is keeping oneself from the world so not to be polluted,
But we have embraced the world so that our theology is convoluted.
Soldiers serving God have no time to be involved in civilian affairs,
But too often the Gospel is put aside, only to address worldly cares.
God makes it very clear that a rebellious spirit should be corrected,
Today we are told to stay encouraged, as this is only to be expected.
The Lord Himself said that we are not to call anyone on earth Father,
But ordinary men dismiss The Lord simply because they wear a collar.
Church is where you strengthen your Faith by hearing sound theology,
Unfortunately many pulpits today are smothered in worldly psychology.
As you struggle through your week church is a place to be encouraged,
But Satan has planted so many weeds at times you leave discouraged.
John the Baptist's words echoed on, “Repent for The Kingdom is near.”
Today many balk all my sins are forgiven, so what do I have to fear?
Much today is not of The Lord, who will one day very soon condemn it,
And many will be left behind when He raptures His remaining remnant.
(Copyright © 04/2003)
The Perfect Drug
The perfect drug
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in backround)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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