A Door Found For One To Be Left Open
A door found for one to be left open,
Does not mean for them it may close.
To becomed locked.
And the occupant other the other side,
May one day ignore the knocks.
It always pays to respect a hospitality given.
To take it for granted,
Does not mean that hospitality given will stop.
But for that one who takes advantage of another,
A decision will be made to block further entrances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Other Side Of The Door
If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
WHY would anyone choose to sit,
Ignoring what has been given...
Because they have decided,
If what is on the other side...
Would be something,
They would choose to like.
And...this is BEFORE,
Any approach was made...
By them towards the door.
If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
And one does not take advantage of this,
But wishes to be given clues and hints?
That key...
That opens that one door,
With opportunities awaiting?
Has been given to someone...
Looking for their ship to sail in.
Even if that ship was on the other side of the door.
'Captain?
We are still awaiting for the arrival of your chosen passenger.
Perhaps there has been a misunderstanding? '
~Do not worry about it.
We will cater to the ones who did use their keys.
We are not here to convince.
Just service.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thats What It Takes
And now it begins to shine
And you found the eyes to see
Each little drop at dawn of evry day
Your smile, it comes back to me
And whatever you may say
Dont let it stop, never fade away
As we got to get out in this world together, oh
Doesnt really matter if we start to make some changes, oh
If thats what it takes (thats what it takes)
Then Ive got to be strong (thats what it takes)
Dont want to be wrong
If thats what it takes
The closer I get (thats what it takes)
Into that open door (what it takes)
Ive got to be sure
If thats what it takes
And now that its shining through
And you can see all this world
Dont let it stop, never fade away
If we got to be in this life forever, oh-oh
Then wed better be taking all the chances, oh oh
If thats what it takes (thats what it takes)
Then Ive got to be strong (thats what it takes)
Dont want to be wrong
If thats what it takes
The closer I get (thats what it takes)
Into that open door (what it takes)
Ive got to be sure
If thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, thats what it takes
(thats) what it takes, thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, (thats) what it takes
Thats what it takes, oh, thats what it takes
(repeat and fade:)
Oh, thats what it takes
song performed by by George Harrison
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Absolutely A Non-Cool Thing To Do
Projecting to reflect,
One's nonsense upon another...
Is absolutely a non-cool thing to do.
One's reputation can be ruined,
Just by the things people chose to prove...
Can be done as pursued.
There is no need to take advantage,
Of someone's hospitality.
There is no need to extend a visit,
To sit in someone's home...
Showing a disrespect.
There is no need to do as one pleases,
Because someone has stated...
'What is mine is yours.'
That is a figure of speech.
Not to be taken literally.
To invite all of your friends over...
To then announce to the host of your visit,
'I decided to have a party.
You are invited IF you'd like to come.'
Whose house is this?
It's not yours!
Projecting to reflect,
One's nonsense upon another...
Is absolutely a non-cool thing to do.
There is no need to take advantage,
Of someone's hospitality.
There is no need to extend a visit,
To sit in someone's home...
Showing a disrespect.
There is no need to do as one pleases,
Because someone has stated...
'What is mine is yours.'
That is a figure of speech.
Not to be taken literally.
And some people never get this.
Just to end good relationships.
And don't have a clue how they do it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digging A Grave
It would be wrong to ask you why
Because I know what goes inside
Is only half of what comes out
Isn't that what it's about ?
To remind us we're alive
To remind us we're not blind
In that big, black hole
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in, or throw something out ?
You left the door open wide
I know you have a reason why
That knot is better left untied
I just went and undid mine
It takes some time
And the shadows so big
It takes the sun out of the day
And the feeling goes away
If you close the door
Comfortable
song performed by by Faith No More
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To Knock on a Door
Who
Who
Who knocks?
Who knocks at
Who knocks at my door?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven named Nevermore that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door?
Who knocks at my door - not chamber door, but door. Who knocks? Is it a raven - a raven named Nevermore that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door? ... No, it's just my brother, Josh, that knocks, knocks at my non-chamber door:
It's time for dinner.
poem by Hannah Shier
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Digging The Grave
It would be wrong to ask you why
Because I know what goes inside
Is only half of what comes out
Isnt that what its about ?
To remind us were alive
To remind us were not blind
In that big, black hole
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in, or throw something out ?
You left the door open wide
I know you have a reason why
That knot is better left untied
I just went and undid mine
It takes some time
And the shadows so big
It takes the sun out of the day
And the feeling goes away
If you close the door
Comfortable
song performed by by Faith No More
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Locked in a Box
I'm in a locked box
and I'm searching
for the key.
The key that
will set me free.
But wait this locked box
is like no other...
the locked box I'm
in is not made from
cardboard, glass,
wood, plastic or
leather.
The locked box I’m in
is made by an alloyed created
by my own hands.
My mind is the locked
box that I'm in.
The bottom is made from
the ghetto streets
I grew up on.
And one side of the box
is made from the violence
and abuse I suffered
at home.
Now another side is made from
the drugs and alcohol I used
to escape.
While another side is made of
my own self hate.
Now the last side of the locked
box is made from the things
that used to be my hopes
and dreams,
and the lid of this locked box
is made from my nightmares
and screams.
Now, I’m scratching the walls
trying to set myself free.
Because I can feel this
lock box closing in on me.
Closing in so tight it is taking
away my breath.
This locked box is becoming
my resting place after my death.
Wait a minute death may be
the key.
For if I die I will be free.
I'm in a locked box.
It Will Still Be There
Take it ot leave it.
It will still be there.
Ignore it.
That is up to you.
To decide what point of view to give.
To accept or reject it as it is!
It will still be there.
To be discovered or recovered,
From dust and declared.
To be found as profound...
Or left unaware.
It will still be there.
Take it ot leave it.
Ignore it,
If you dare.
But wherever you go...
And with who,
Or what you arrive there with.
And why that decision was made!
It will still be there.
Doing what it does.
To be dejected or rejected...
Or left disrespected in neglect!
As it is...
It will still be there.
Being what it is as it can only be!
And there as intended.
To refuse or receive!
It will still be there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Wide The Sky
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Come out and from behind,
Those fears locked up...
In your mind.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Come out and from behind,
Those fears locked up...
In your mind.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
How wide the sky,
When your eyes see it!
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
How wide the sky,
When your eyes see it!
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Come out and from behind,
Those fears locked up...
In your mind.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
How wide the sky,
When your eyes see it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Funk
I am in a funk and I can't get out.
I feel like a door is slowly closing in on me.
BAM!
It finally has closed on me.
I am stuck and scared that I will never get out.
My mind is telling me to quit, but my heart says keep going with every beat it takes.
I guess I need to make a decision.
Before this door is locked forever.
I choose to keep on going and find a way.
There are some people on the other side waiting for me.
My family.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Because You Want It
Because you want it,
I'm suppose to have it at your command?
You don't have it like that here!
Nor would you ever have it.
Like that.
Your attitude has crossed the border of respect.
I don't subject myself to that BS.
I am not that poetic.
Not to find reason or rhyme,
Or time to take in my life to define.
My hospitality is not shown out of desperation.
I hope you did not make a mistake,
To believe I fake it...
Because I am in need?
When you leave...
I will still be left knowing who I am!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I lock the door
I lock the door.
Thinking what the heck.
I havent nothing left to live for.
I have noubt left to give.
I simply cannot forgive.
I locked the door.
Shutting the rest of the world out.
Knowing it'll be over soon.
I locked the door.
Taking the razor to my wrist.
And cut my throat.
As the blood spurts out.
It'll be over soon.
As they break down the door.
It's to late now.
I've gone.
Im dead.
And this time you couldnt stop me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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It is a sin against hospitality to open the doors and shut up the countenance.
Show Some Respect
(t. britten, s. shifrin)
Producer: terry britten
Album: private dancer (84)
I made a resolution and I plan to keep my work
But I need you to make it work
Youve got to read the message, understand whats on my mind
Cause not to see would be a crime
And we could lose it anytime
Weve got to show some respect
Weve got to learn to protect
Dont take it for granted, I know
That if you want to stay close
Weve got to show some respect
But I believe in working, then I believe in a little help
Cause Im not a light unto myself
Without a thing of value, why settle for second best
We dont know whats up ahead
And we cant let ourselves forget
Weve got to show some respect
Weve got to learn to protect
Dont take it for granted, I know
That if you want to stay close
Weve got to show some respect
For the things that I love about you
From the woman that you see inside
Dont let it walk out the door
Love follows everytime
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Somebody Knocks
Somebody...
Knocks,
On my door...
And wanting some attention.
Somebody...
Keeps on knocking,
With a wish...
To fulfill a need.
And an attention I don't mind to give.
And...
An attention they get,
With priority!
Somebody knocks,
And wants to get from me some attention.
Somebody keeps on knocking until I stop...
To see what they need!
They said they want to know if I'm okay!
And...
They just want to wish,
Me...
Have a good day,
Then leave.
Somebody on my block stopped,
Just to wish me...
Have a good day.
Somebody on my block stopped,
Knock knock knocking away.
They just want to wish me...
Have a good day,
Then leave.
And neighbors like this,
Are few...
And far between!
Somebody on my block stopped,
Just to wish me...
Have a good day.
Somebody on my block stopped,
Knock knock knocking away.
And neighbors like this,
Are few...
And far between!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Go Untouched
Sometimes I wish I had been less obstinate.
With a readiness to be more subdued.
I often reminisce about this.
But then I think of it from time to time,
With a knowing that it took a willingness to stay put.
Right where I found myself.
Even if I hated every moment of it.
And let those circumstances be what they will be.
I have discovered that a tearing down of a brick wall,
Usually leaves the one behind it left to go untouched.
Without chips, scratch marks or blood stains on it.
Today...
I look for a door to knock on.
And if it's locked...
It's locked!
Why dropp tears?
Or spend time wasted thinking of doors,
When I can get up to make one.
And...
Put my own lock on it to open or close as I choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Locked
Children tattooed, pierced and studded, dreadlocked;
parents panicked, indecisive, deadlocked.
Mother to daughter: live as you must, if you must;
for just a bit longer, keep the door to your bed locked.
Son to father: teach me what you know,
but I won't agree to keep the door to my head locked.
Mother to father: where have you been, and where
have you kept your thoughts and all you might have said locked?
They'd come so far, and then she saw, in him,
the door to their life, their home, their daily bread locked.
One night in a fiery panic dream he ran
and found the door toward which he'd wildly fled locked.
Aging, but at long last ripe and ready,
she found the on-ramp to the road ahead locked.
They learned too late the cost of keeping that cellar
full of truths that could not be gainsaid locked.
The young return. Too many find the way back
to lives in the country for which they fought and bled locked.
Eric, old friend, as you try each door in the mind,
will you wake one day to find the heart instead locked?
poem by Eric Torgersen
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Someone I Am Not
You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!
Wasting my time I have never found comforting.
Or deciding my life is less important than yours,
Has never occurred to blur my vision.
Any door of opportunity I see for me that is open,
I am going to walk through it.
And your attempts to block me...
Is a notice from you I do not deserve.
And ignoring you does not take neither courage,
Or nerve.
You're just another observed fool in my way!
Move,
You can not stay here to pluck or shuck...
Not at this door to cross a threshold.
You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!
What have you not heard?
Do you wish for me to show you,
I can be insensitive?
Someone I am not.
But I can deliver a believable portrayal,
Whenever someone has that as a need.
You'd like for me to be for you someone I am not.
You'd like for me to dropp my priorities,
And put your agenda on top.
Stop!
I prefer to be left to be someone I am.
Not to be changed into someone I am not!
Although I am quick to defend against,
Misdeeds and their intentions.
With a noticeable determination.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Leaving Of The feeling Of An Insecurity
Don't be afraid to knock.
No.
Don't be afraid to knock,
On...
A door you think is locked.
You never know what's on the other side,
So..
Don't be afraid to knock.
You never know what you'll find inside.
So...
Don't be afraid to knock on,
A door believed is locked.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to stop.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to block.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to chase away,
When nothing felt is faked.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to stop.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to block.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to chase away,
When nothing felt is faked.
Don't be afraid to knock.
No.
Don't be afraid to knock,
On...
A door you think is locked.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to stop.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to block.
A leaving of the feeling of an insecurity...
Is very hard to chase away,
When nothing felt is faked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Those With The Key
The gate has been locked,
To block access...
To those once accustomed,
To free entry and free reign.
And this has been suggested...
Maybe one's own finding,
Of a home on the range...
Suitable for the deer and the antelope,
To play.
And any mumbling heard is one's own
The gate has been locked,
To block out the physical.
And that which appears limited.
But one 'spirited' in mind,
Can choose to look over the gate.
Or through its cracks.
Or...
Sit to wonder why THIS gate attracts.
And gates with locks that block,
To stop what's coming in...
Seem to imprison those behind them,
Rarely to come out to test the locks.
And only those with the key,
Know what it is used for.
AND...
Its history to be known or not!
Since whoever has got the key,
Needs not to peek or have interest in the doing.
Only those with the key to the gate that locks,
To block in or not to block out...
Do not concern themselves with peeking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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