The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.
quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Freed...
freed from having to eat only
twice a day,
from having to walk for a day
just to learn to read in school
from fetching water five mountains away
from washing my body
in that river where stones are slimy
where accidents are not seldom
from ignorance
and hunger and thirst and
indifference
from a room with triple deck beds
from a rotten dormitory
from teachers with narrow minds
from religious intolerance
from a belief that only we can be saved when this world ends
freed from a belief
that there is an ending to life
that there is only death that makes this life a meaningful stay
freed from the tradition of strong family ties that minds every detail of
how life must be lived
how funerals are conducted
what colors of candles what light is necessary
freed from Spanish rule from English domination
from from brothers of superior minds who think that only they know
where we must go
and stay
freed at last from myself who thinks that there is no more possibility
for growth
freed from an insecure living
freed from all those prisons that still lurk inside my mind
freed at last
from freedom itself
freed from fire and cold
from paradoxes and ironies
freed at last from cliches and constantly invoked metaphors
freed at last from the clutches of words
into the limitless thoughts
into sunless seas
into moonless nights
into inconceivable eternities
freed at last from the nucleus of my atom
into the mysteries of more explosions
mushrooming into space
beyond the bars of my
imagination
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Felt Freed
One day I awakened,
And there was an insignificance I sensed,
From yesterday!
That cleared the morning air.
There was something about my life,
That had arrived and I liked.
Appearing in my sight...
With such a happiness I could not ignore.
It was there to make certain,
I had been aware.
And whatever to me was done and/or said,
Before I laid my head down in my bed...
Prepared to flee.
Somehow this was unknown to me.
And when I had awakened it had fled!
No longer to me to be important.
To address as my priorities.
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
To live a life much more motivated.
With a quest to face challenges...
I now seek and dare!
As opportunities to prove...
I can move anything off my path,
That isn't of benefit and doesn't belong there!
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Must Be Freed
The ante-bellum Negro prayed,
For God to intercede,
And God in answer to him said,
'Your children shall be freed.'
The hand was seen upon the wall,
The fates at once decreed
That Negro bondsmen one and all,
Should soon be free, indeed.
'If Abraham Lincoln's president'
The South said, 'we'll secede;'
They apprehended he'd consent,
For Negroes to be freed.
To battle North against the South,
O'er states rights was agreed,
But echo from the cannon's mouth,
Said, 'Negroes must be freed.'
Confed'rates did with marked success,
McClellan's steps impede,
Till Abr'm Lincoln did confess,
That Negroes must be freed.
The Union boys with heaven's strength,
From that time did succeed;
And fought with valor till at length,
The Negro slaves were freed.
The Jim Crow car for Negroes made,
To crush their pride, indeed,
Has on the harps of thinkers played,
Those people must be freed.
The right of suffrage from the men,
Is taken out of greed;
A better day is coming when
They shall from this be freed.
Black men before the lyncher's rope,
In vain for mercy plead,
But justice cries, 'There is a hope,
From such you shall be freed.'
From ignorance and poverty,
From superstition's creed,
From those who crush his liberty,
The Negro must be freed.
The hand has written on the wall,
The clouds must all recede,
For God Whose word can never fall,
Says,'Negroes must be freed.'
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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In My Mind Am I My Enemy
If I get upset.
Regret those limits met.
In my mind am I...
My,
Enemy?
You,
Can't free me!
No way.
Until,
I know...
What that freedom means,
To me!
You,
Can't free me!
No way.
Until,
I know...
What that freedom means,
To me!
If I live in doubt.
And voice this from my mouth,
From dawn until the night falls...
Am,
I...
Free?
If I get upset.
Regret those limits met.
In my mind am I...
My,
Enemy?
If I live in doubt.
Are my needs freed?
And voice this from my mouth.
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Are my needs freed?
Regret those limits met.
Are my needs freed?
If I live in doubt.
Are my needs freed?
And voice this from my mouth.
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Are my needs freed?
Regret those limits met.
Are my needs freed?
You,
Can't free me!
No way.
Until,
I know...
What that freedom means,
To me!
No 'you',
Can't free me!
No way.
Until,
I know...
What that really means,
To me!
If I live in doubt.
Are my needs freed?
And voice this from my mouth.
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Are my needs freed?
Regret those limits met.
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Regret those limits met.
In my mind am I...
My,
Enemy?
And...
Are my needs freed?
And...
Are my needs freed?
And...
Are my needs freed?
And...
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Regret those limits met.
In my mind am I...
My,
Enemy?
AND...
Are my needs freed?
AND...
Are my needs freed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Untethered
Freed me...
Peace!
Untethered
From boundaries
When the Sun did not visit
When I was amidst those
Carrying cloud clover...
Waiting for rain to support them,
As they searched for darkened shadows
To share discouragements!
Freed me,
Peace it did...
Untethered with life defined.
And enjoyed between downpours,
Of grief
I could not pretend existed any longer!
I was drenched with emotions,
And bitter I stayed wet too long!
Camouflaging my tears,
And blaming it on bad weather!
Freed me...
Peace!
It did.
And I don't do what I did before it came!
I don't stand in the rain and complain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A False Prophecy
Dom Pedro, Emperor of far Brazil
(Whence coffee comes and the three-cornered nut),
They say that you're imperially ill,
And threatened with paralysis. Tut-tut!
Though Emperors are mortal, nothing but
A nimble thunderbolt could catch and kill
A man predestined to depart this life
By the assassin's bullet, bomb or knife.
Sir, once there was a President who freed
Ten million slaves; and once there was a Czar
Who freed five times as many serfs. Sins breed
The means of punishment, and tyrants are
Hurled headlong out of the triumphal car
If faster than the law allows they speed.
Lincoln and Alexander struck a rut;
_You_ freed slaves too. Paralysis-tut-tut!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Men even contract the dirty, filthy habit of chewing tobacco, and when the habit gets a good hold upon them they are never satisfied except when they have a wad of the stuff in their mouth. So with drinking. It is largely a habit.
quote by Thomas Jordan Jarvis
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I read a funny story about how the Republicans freed the slaves. The Republicans are the ones who created slavery by law in the 1600's. Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and he was not a Republican.
quote by Marion Berry
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Era Freed
That strangle hold of deceit,
Released.
A ray of Sun appears,
Through the cracks of doors...
Slowly opening.
Tears are drying from needless wars.
And the urge to address...
The presence of conflicts,
Once pressed upon hearts...
Suppressed with burdens,
Lift to erase fear from faces.
An era freed of thieves and treason...
Comes.
Bold and daring.
And equipped to whip,
Those losing their hold on demonicness.
There is no place for evil to exist!
An era freed of thieves and treason...
Comes.
And those who choose to know it...
Will lay down their weapons in defeat!
'These are My people!
And you will let them go!
Or prepare to pay the price...
In your defiance! '
Sayeth 'The Voice' that speaks.
Witnessed by those who see...
An era freed,
From the misdeeds of wickedness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Island Of Domination
Beware of their coming
Take heed our time is near
Fatality relinguish not
Brutality in arms doth seek to destroy.
They smashed through the clouds into the light of the moon
Their steeds were full charging, called destruction and doom
twas as if all hell had broke loose on this night
And all in all it was a terrible sight
Now we are taken unto the island of domination
We gotta get, we gotta get, we gotta get out of this place
Theres a man with a needle whos pleading to get at my face
Hide me and hold me control free as best as you can
Its all becoming too much, I cant cope, for one man
Now we are taken unto the island of domination
Skyrider supersonic flyer
Nightdriver demon of desire
Spinesnapper tried your best to break us
Throatchoker thought that you could take us
The fright of your life, the fright of your life
The fright of your life is here guaranteed
This is no illusion confessing confusion youre freed
Lashings of strappings with beatings competing to win
Oh what a mess I am blessed, dominations set in
Now we are taken unto the island of domination...
song performed by by Judas Priest
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To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.
quote by Maurice Maeterlinck
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I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.
quote by Harriet Tubman
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I Choose To Be A Rooster
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
And before the dawn,
I can disturb your sleep.
And as the Sun arises,
You wont hear from me a peep.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
And before the dawn,
I can disturb your sleep.
And as the Sun arises,
You wont hear from me a peep.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Setting For the Right Conditions
Sometimes the right one comes too late.
And we are left to appreciate,
The one who offers 'things' and not love.
And no love with 'things' is just what that is!
An existence.
With fading wishes.
And even though,
Sometimes the right one comes too late.
For some.
Those who have 'exhausted'
Living their lives for another one.
Sometimes,
For them the right one does comes too late.
But let whoever comes to arrive at my doorstep...
With my desires and needs met!
And I am still panting like a tiger caged!
In these times when nothing is perfect.
I am there.
To be unleashed
And they are welcomed to come right on in.
To be freed of expectations.
I am always available for the right cause,
And ready to arrange the setting...
For those conditions understood,
To be of mutual benefit.
Set in a setting for the right conditions met.
And on time!
Whenever it is.
I stay prepared and ready.
And...
If someone is in a situation,
Determined to be in it.
Because it is a 'situation'.
Those are their unsatisfying affairs.
I ain't mad at 'em!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Abraham Martin And John (acoustic)
Has anybody here
Seen my old friend Abraham
Can you tell me
Where he has gone
'Cos he freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
I just turned around
And he was gone
Has anybody here
Seen my old friend Martin
Can you tell me
Where he has gone
'Cos he freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
I just looked around
And he was gone
Has anybody here
Seen my old friend John
Can you tell me
Where he has gone
'Cos he freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
I just looked around
And he was gone
I just looked around
And he was gone
song performed by by Marillion
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For Us To Become What We Really Are
when you ask me
i always have
those answers
i know how
to invent what is not there
as a kit for my
survival
i ask you
perhaps sometime
when we are
freed from our
syndromes
to dropp all those questions
and leave
them unattended for
a while
like leaves from
our twigs when
we have chosen to be
trees emptied of
our barks
we shall see
skeletons of our
selves
freed from the trappings
of our flesh
from the support of our
bones
for then we shall
have no biases
of the longings of
our minds
liberated from the
shackles of
what we strongly
believe in
and i will tell you again
that i have all the answers
not of my invention anymore
but those handed
to us
by the hands of the sun
by the mouths of the rivers
by the lips of the moon
by the whispers of the stars
o, let the winds be cold
let the nights be lonely
we need all these sometimes
so that we may become
what we must be really are.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Habit
See it happen to a couple of friends
See it happen and the message it sends
Take it up for what's an obvious fault
Just to see what all the fuss is about
And it's not your way... not your way
And it's not your way... not your way
Another habit says it's in love with you
Another habit says its long overdue
Another habit like an unwanted friend
I'm so happy with my righteous self
And it's not your way... not your way
And it's not your way... not your way
Never thought you'd... habit (3x)
I never thought you
song performed by by Pearl Jam from No Code
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Pieces Now Connecting
So happy am I now to live,
To have a mind free.
And the pieces now connecting,
Did not come to fit...
To snuggle,
Perfectly for me to see.
Or feel deep.
Oh so happy am I to have a mind,
Peacefully freed.
And it didn't come to happen,
Easily accepted...
As I thought a peace of mind,
For me...
Would come to be.
I thought all troubles came to be expected.
And easily for me to accept.
I even thought my head was only made to ache.
And easily I accepted.
I thought my life was meant to fear,
And easily I accepted.
With a living in pain to gain...
To easily accept,
And...
To keep it near.
Oh so happy am I to have a mind,
Peacefully freed.
And it didn't come to happen,
Easily accepted...
As I thought a peace of mind,
Would come to be.
For me.
Yes so happy am I now to live,
To have a mind free.
And the pieces now connecting,
Did not come to fit...
To snuggle,
Perfectly for me to see.
Or feel deep.
But now...
Perfectly for me to see.
And I feel deep,
Is a peace...
Within me as it's meant,
To be.
Oh so happy am I now to live,
What fits for me.
With pieces now connecting,
A peace that fits,
Perfectly intended as was meant,
To be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nag 'em Back
Back from the sinking,
That kept them drinking thinking.
And feeling much defeated.
But now back on their feet!
Beat up on the streets,
With pity pleas that fed them.
Standing and now freed...
And released from pity,
That kept them pleased.
Nag 'em back!
Nag 'em back.
Removed from the traps,
That held them under attack!
They now nag back...
With their dignity intact.
Making strides with clear sharp eyes,
With lives freed of fiction...
And insecure addictions!
They nagged them back,
To get their lives.
Despite the fact,
They were criticized.
They nagged them back...
To get back on track!
And not one who had been undone...
Felt a need to apologize!
Wishing to defeat,
A struggling battle that begun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All I Want For Christmas
All I want for Christmas,
Is my dignity.
My dignity,
You took from me!
All I want for Christmas,
Is my dignity.
Freed from a greed,
You deceived!
'You wicked lowlife slithering leeches.'
All I want for Christmas,
Is my dignity.
My dignity,
You took from me!
All I want for Christmas,
Is my dignity.
Freed from a greed,
You deceived!
~Daddy?
Do you think that is an appropriate song for Santa?
Maybe 'Jingle Bells'?
You can do 'Jingle Bells' and I'll send 'that'
With my letter to the North Pole.
Record it over, please Daddy, please.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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