Membership's Fee
Though it has been touted.
The portal's never closed,
all who seek to pass.
Welcome.
Take heed, Freedom's membership
bears expense.
Should one petition entry,
cost required steep.
See ever so silent meads
of crosses white, standing.
In rank and file bearing tribute.
To those souls who verified,
this land.
Sorely craved by despots many,
shall never fall.
To pledge allegiance
sacrifice one must bear
simple.
If of free will
you have chosen, your charge.
Up to, and including dying breath
no tyrant shall ever
hold rule or dictate to.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Maybe the Economy Is On Your Mind
I will assist you,
But not at the cost of my own expense.
Why does this sound so familiar?
'Well...
If you don't mind me saying this.
But the last few times,
You just said...
At my own expense!
There was no cost involved.
Maybe the economy is on your mind? '
Is that your idea of a joke?
Your attempt to introduce comedic material,
At 'my' expense?
'Once again...
You changed what you've said.'
Forget it!
Can you hear that?
Petty motherfuhhhh...
'Yes...
I'm still within listening distance! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom Is Never Free
They tell me
'Freedom is never free.'
I know that-
More than most realize.
Freedom cost us more
Than we should have to give.
Freedom cost us blood.
It cost us the lives
Of our fathers,
Our sons,
Our brothers.
But while freedom is never free,
Remember-
It has been bought at great price,
And so is a thing of great value.
We must defend it,
From those who would take it away.
The defense of our freedoms
Will cost us-
More than we wish to pay.
But we must pay, to defend,
For if we try to make freedom free,
We forget-
True freedom is never free.
poem by James Grengs
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If (The Cost Of Freedom...)
if the cost of freedom
...is my body,
then
..may
....my
......spirit.........fly
...........away!
if the cost of freedom
....is my identity,
then
...may
.....you
......see........yourself
...........in
.......... ....me!
if the cost of freedom
....is my time,
then
...forever
.....is
.......m y
.........gift!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Saturday's Loss
I lost you on a Saturday
You came to me with searching eyes
But didn’t find me
Oceans I cried
Wanting you back
But where had you gone?
Not where I thought
You’d fled to the arms of another
Cold cruel lies
Charades, deceit
Games of emotion
I had to leave in the end
You couldn’t decide
Between me and her
But I didn’t want you
If you couldn’t choose me
Love can’t compromise
At least not my love
So I headed away
Now you try to follow
What can I do?
I can’t be with you
Nor without it now seems
Doomed to entrapment
Freedom is required
Freedom from expectation
Freedom to love
Freedom to welcome you back
No freedom without pain
Pain bears its own fruit
Not sure I can do it
poem by Christine Davidson
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Wants And Needs
everytime your hands close
on something you want, someone
else's hands are empty of
what they need.
the difference between needs
and wants, is the difference
between freedom and slavery.
be careful of what you want!
every transaction has a cost.
who pays the cost... and in the
end who pays for that?
dont let what you want own you!
dont take your wants at the expense
of someone else's needs.
we came into this world naked,
we will leave the same way.
what we cling to is only a hindrance.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bedevilled
In vain, in vain may I explain
A conundrum of much pain.
Whilst I seek its answer, what’s to gain
Since I’m bedeviled in its twain?
My entry and exit, not of my refrain,
But my saunter between bears my vein.
What truly drives me nearly in sane:
Doodlers who dabble, but then abstain.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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I'm On a Wow
I keep my loved memories...
Near me.
Ready to fill what had been...
Empty.
And happy I chose as a need,
To believe...
A life wanting happiness is...
The key!
And all woes I hold,
I can let go...
With a feeling of freedom to heed.
A life wanting happiness is...
The key!
A step that erases defeat,
That creeps...
Inside of a mind out of reach,
That weeps...
On a shoulder one wishes to seek,
And grieve.
And those who hold woes,
Can let them all go.
If they choose a freedom to heed.
With a happiness that's believed.
I keep my loved memories...
Near me.
Ready to fill what had been...
Empty.
And happy I chose as a need,
To believe...
A life wanting happiness is...
The key!
And all woes I hold,
I can let go...
With a feeling of freedom to heed.
I'm on a wow.
I feel so happy I can leap.
I'm on a wow.
And all woes I hold,
I can let go...
With a feeling of freedom to heed.
I'm on a wow.
With a happiness that's believed.
I'm on a wow.
I feel so happy I can leap.
I'm on a wow.
I keep my loved memories...
Near me.
Ready to fill what had been...
Empty.
And happy I chose as a need,
To believe...
A life wanting happiness is...
The key!
And all woes I hold,
I can let go...
With a feeling of freedom to heed.
And a happiness that's now believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am The Door!
i have no need of religious balm,
no need of doctrines or spurious cures.
i do not close my eyes when i sleep,
i do not falter, i do not follow.
the path i walk is mine alone,
the light i seek bears my name.
the burden i carry is mine by choice,
the cost of living is this life.
yet the freedom i long for must be shared,
the part feeds the whole, the hand the foot!
for there can be no justice if not for all,
and redemption the bridge that all must cross.
who am i if not you, you if not i?
the hunger i feel wears your face!
eternity comes and goes in moments shared,
if you be the heart, then i am the door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Wont Buy It!
if you're selling salvation
for a one time donation...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling comfort
at the expense of the poor...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling protection
at the cost of individual rights...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling love
bought with diamonds and drugs...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling truth,
but your version of truth...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling today
at the final cost of tomorrow...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling freedom
fed by guns and invasions,
i wont buy it!
get it through your head...
i wont buy it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Deserving To Be Touted
Deserving to be touted?
Some are.
And have become legends,
In their own right!
And without doubt.
Although some may deny,
A wish they could figure it all out.
Others believe a taking of praise,
Is something easily given to them...
Without experiencing,
A stress that strains emotional drought.
But those who have obtained a fame,
Aren't the ones to toss it about.
Usually those deserving to be touted,
Are mystified themselves.
And would like to know specifically,
What they've done unlike anyone else?
Especially those chosen to receive attention.
'What have you done,
That is different from what I do? '
~I have no clue.
Maybe it is my stubbornness,
To remain true to myself...
With nothing else to prove.~
'But you are moody.
Sometimes anti-social.
And you are moody with a giving,
Of much attitude.'
~I agree.
But...
I don't know why you are questioning me.
Like you I am a witness to all of this too! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perceptions
At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
At whose expense,
Is that smile upon your face...
Permanently etched,
Not to show a trace of fear.
At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
Who kept the clouds away from your shine?
And...
How is this happening all the time,
When I am certain what you see does not exist.
Who did you listen to that convinced you to do this?
And how high is that balloon you see flying?
At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
At whose expense,
Is that smile upon your face...
Permanently etched,
Not to show a trace of fear.
Just how near or far are you,
From my own learned perceptions?
And sometimes confused and conflicted by deception.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is impossible, in my mind, to distinguish between the refusal to receive a petition, or its summary rejection by some general order, and the denial of the right of petition.
quote by Caleb Cushing
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Find The Cost Of Freedom
Daylight again, following me to bed
I think about a hundred years ago, how my fathers bled
I think I see a valley, covered with bones in blue
All the brave soldiers that cannot get older been askin' after
you
Hear the past a callin', from Ar- -megeddon's side
When everyone's talkin' and noone is listenin', how can we
decide?
(Do we) find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground
Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down
Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground
Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down
(Find the cost of freedom buried in the ground)
song performed by by Styx
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A Time To Die
to survive to be alive at any cost is not desirable
there is a time to pass on with nobility retained
causes still worth dying for in cause of freedom
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Happy Fourth Of July!
Dawn was grey, overcast, this Independence Day
A comment on how we treat independence and freedom now?
The freedom of the wolves to live, the polar bears to thrive
The freedom of a conflicted people to fight for the government they choose
Without the boots of our young men and women insisting on our choice
You can have the kind of freedom we dictate
As long as you do it our way, we will be your kindly uncle
We will smile and pat you gently on your head
Until you choose a way different from your kindly uncle's demands
Then the boots will return to stomp you into our way
Happy Fourth of July!
I would like to stand and sing The Star Spangled Banner
And know it was a salute to how we got our freedom
To watch the flag pass by and feel proud of our way of life
Today it seems only to mean we are in charge controlling others
July 4,2007
poem by Marjorie DeBol DeFazio
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Love Is The Price
RAP 1:
BABY'S IN THE PARLOUR
WAITING FOR THE RAIN
BEATING LIKE A HAMMER
WASHING OUT HER PAIN
CLEARING LIKE THE ONE
SEVEN YEARS AGO
WHEN HER FIRST BIG LOVE
MELTED LIKE SNOW
BACK THEN SHE DOUBET
IF SHE WOULD EVER FIND A MAN
WHO COULD LOVE HER THAT WAY
THE SAME WAY AGAIN
AND JUST WHEN SHE THOUGHT
SHE'S LIVING IN VAIN
THE MAN OF HER DREAMS
CAME LIKE THE RAIN
REFRAIN:
WHEN LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
AND JUST WHEN YOU THINK
EVERYTHING IS LOST
LOVE WILL BE YOUR PRICE
AND I KNOW I WOULD NOT CHANGE A THING
YES I KNOW I WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING
RAP 2:
THEY SPOKE ABOUT HER DREAMS
THEY SPOKE ABOUT LOVE
THEY SPOKE ABOUT THE THINGS SHE WAS SO AFRAID OF
HE HAD THE KEY-WORD
FOR EVERYTHING SHE FELT
SO IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG
TILL HE GOT HER NAILED
PIN ONE'S HOPE ON SOMEONE ELSES LIFE
AND ALL YOUR DREAMS
WILL HURT YOU LIKE A KNIFE
SHE SOON GOT LOST
WHEN LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
REFRAIN:
WHEN LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
LOVE IS THE PRICE
FREEDOM IS THE COST
AND JUST WHEN YOU THINK
EVERYTHING IS LOST
LOVE WILL BE YOUR PRIZE
AND I KNOW I WOULD NOT CHANGE A THING
YES I KNOW I WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING
RAP 3:
SHE DIDN'T TRUST THAT VERY FIRST MAN
TO COME INTO HER LIFE TRYING TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT NOBODY EVER COULD BEFORE
HE ONLY MADE HER SEE
THERE IS SOMETHING MORE
TO LEARN ABOUT FREEDOM
TO LEARN ABOUT LOVE
TO HANDLE ALL THE THINGS SHE WAS SO AFRAID OF
TO ALWAYS FOLLOW WHAT SHE REALLY FELT INSIDE
EVERYTHING ELSE WAS A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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In The Garden II: Visions
HERE I am slave of visions. When noon heat
Strikes the red walls, and their environ'd air
Lies steep'd in sun; when not a creature dare
Affront the fervour, from my dim retreat
Where woof of leaves embowers a beechen seat,
With chin on palm, and wide-set eyes I stare,
Beyond the liquid quiver and the glare,
Upon fair shapes that move on silent feet.
Those Three strait-robed, and speechless as they pass,
Come often, touch the lute, nor heed me more
Than birds or shadows heed; that naked child
Is dove-like Psyche slumbering in deep grass;
Sleep, sleep,--he heeds thee not, yon Sylvan wild
Munching the russet apple to its core.
poem by Edward Dowden
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We put together a one-sentence petition asking Congress to censure President Clinton and move on to other pressing issues. We sent it to under 100 friends and family, and within a week we had 100,000 people sign the petition.
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Cup Of Wonder
May I make my fond excuses
For the lateness of the hour,
But we accept your invitation, and we bring you beltanes flower.
For the may day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed the song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Ask the green man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red.
Ask the old grey standing stones that show the sun its way to bed.
Question all as to their ways,
And learn the secrets that they hold.
Walk the lines of natures palm
Crossed with silver and with gold.
Pass the cup and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Join in black decembers sadness,
Lie in augusts welcome corn.
Stir the cup thats ever-filling
With the blood of all thats born.
But the may day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed this song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Gift of Deception
The only way they have ever achieved success...
Is by blaming someone else for their failures.
And when it has been proven they are incompetent...
They whine about the ease of someone else's chores.
And now when it is clear they are the reason for their sorrows...
They choose to say they should not be faulted for making bad choices.
Although thousands of lives have been lost,
At the expense of tremendous heartbreak but not felt at their cost.
All as a result of their gift of deception and continous misdeeds!
And now they pay the price to bleed but seek someone else's blood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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