Boxed In and Toxic
Boxed in and toxic.
Caged in derangements,
They seek as shelters.
Yet exploited and encourage,
To denounce themselves...
And what is left of their dignities.
Religiously addicted,
By tricks that have them fixed.
Some are even degreed.
But accept a fellowship...
That assist them quicker,
To solicit their own sickness.
And this they can't seem to 'get'.
Since they've been split from identities.
In worship they dream of an afterlife.
While hypnotically separated,
From the one they breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Toxic
Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm falling
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it
Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning round and round
do you feel me now?
with a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under..
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From a devil's cup
Slowly
It's taking over me
Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under..
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're Toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under...
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
Intoxicate me now
With your loving now
I think I'm ready now
(I think I'm ready now)
Intoxicate me now
With your loving now
I think I'm ready now
song performed by by Britney Spears
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Afterlife
Do you believe in the afterworld
Or the afterlife?
Do you agree there's a place for us
Beyond our life
Where the timeless call for life
Is lost and you will see
The forgotten dreams
That you once had become reality
They will be set free - another day
You cannot leave if you do not want to stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
Life's a dream that you will forget
In the endless space
And the scars you got on planet Earth
Will be erased
You were blind until your eyes have stopped to see
And your powers unfold by the moment
You hit eternity
You will be set free
But you'll never return
That's the price you have to pay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
Now you're gone without a word
You didn't say goodbye
I miss you here where are you now
An angel in the sky?
Your visit here has been so short
You left to be set free
But I believe we'll meet again
And together we will stay
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
In the afterlife - in the afterlife
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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Naked As a Jaybird Observing Them Blued
It's falling apart...
Quicker than their suspicions,
Can point fingers.
It's falling apart...
Quicker than Chicken Little can seek shelter!
Quicker than a lie can leave deceiving lips.
And they are in denial still.
Defending it,
With looks that could kill!
As truth stands in front of them...
Naked,
As a Jaybird.
Observing them blued...
From all of their useless squawking!
It's falling apart.
Those secrets glued by delusions.
It's falling apart.
Backstage antics revealing tactics,
Of backstabbings done and other tricks...
By hallucinating misfits,
Exposing their slick sickness.
It's falling apart.
Foundations with cracks avoided,
Now attacking!
And even at the start of this...
Some chose not to dismiss,
Their evilness!
And now this bites them in their rears!
As they run...
With their hands upon covered ears...
Stumbling to crawl to protect,
Clouded eyes full with tears.
And this they can not witness.
Since this begins to break all hearts!
Knowing everything they've touched,
Begins to fall apart!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing is as dangerous in architecture as dealing with separated problems. If we split life into separated problems we split the possibilities to make good building art.
quote by Alvar Aalto
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From Depravity To Fellowship
All Men my dear friend, are born in sin and fall into much depravity,
This sin began with just one man and spread throughout all humanity.
Jeremiah states the heart of man is deceitful and who can know it,
Look at the world my friend, for the history of man clearly shows it.
This wickedness of course is far from Jehovah God's original plan,
For His original intent was to have unfettered fellowship with man.
God who can't look on sin separated Himself from man in The Garden,
Left on his own, man continued to sin and his heart began to harden.
And the longer he was on his own the further he fell from God's plan,
Man became so wicked, that God became grieved that He even made man.
However, man's failure did not deter God from His original intention,
To save all men from their wicked ways He simply provided Redemption.
So it was the same God, who desired fellowship right from the start,
Who sent Jesus to offer Eternal fellowship to every believing heart.
With hearts of wickedness, God's Mercy saves us from what we deserve,
And by God's Grace He has given us what we could never have earned.
Through the death on The Cross of God's Son, Jesus Christ our Lord,
The fellowship that God had intended with man has now been restored.
It's your choice to accept God's Grace, and get what you can't earn,
Or you can refuse God's Gift, His Son, and receive what you deserve.
(Copyright © 04/2003)
How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve the merest trifles.
quote by Richard Burton
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Nothing In Common
You and I have nothing in common.
When I look to the sky,
I do not seek clouds.
And when it rains I feel nourished.
At least I accept a growth of some kind,
Is going on to encourage my mind...
To remain curious with an inquisitive need,
To adventure.
You associate your life with everything negative.
If I allowed you...
I'd be limping around feeling pains of empathy.
And you'd be there...
Delighting to see my back hunched over,
From a load of your constant unpacking of complaints.
My mind is not here for you to pluck.
All that time I've given to you has been used up.
You and I have nothing in common.
When I look to the sky,
I do not seek clouds.
And when it rains I feel nourished.
At least I accept a growth of some kind,
Is going on to encourage my mind...
To remain curious with an inquisitive need,
To adventure.
And you only come around to offer dead ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Addicted
1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Benefits of a Suppression
As a show of unified belligerence,
They defy truth...
And those who speak it!
Coming together as they do,
In a mental collective sickness.
One of consciousness would not believe,
If not witnessed.
It is a torture of sorts.
An oppression they have been taught,
To self inflict.
And they get upset...
Quickly!
If anyone mentions it.
Or assist in its resistance.
This is a brand of slavery,
Without an appearance of a branding done!
And yet accepted by everyone addicted.
For all of the benefits,
Of a suppression they get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hexagram
Paint the streets in white!
Death is the standard
Breach for a complex prize!
I think it's sweet of you
And your parents are proud...
But I would expect it from anyone
Now to protect life's indigenous sound!
Worship! Play, Play x 3
Worship! Play! Worship! Play
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play x 3
Worship! Play! Worship! Worship!
How the streets they swell!
While the animals make their way through the crowds!
If you keep listening you can hear it for miles...
God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile!
Worship! Play, Play x 4
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play x 4
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play
Worship! Worship! Worship!
And the crowd goes wild!
And the camera makes you seasick!
God it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud
And the car bomb hits quick click, faint smile!
It's the same sound... it's the same, same... sound....
And the crowd goes wild!
And the camera makes you seasick!
God it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud
And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound!
Its the same sound! With the same sound...
Hexagram...
song performed by by Deftones
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Toxic
I'm boiling water for the tea
I run around and climb the trees
I sometimes draw comic caracters
I'm wearing purple rubber boots
I'm drinking lots of apple juice
I do it all because I want to
Sometimes I get bored of doing those things I do
Sometimes I feel there's a need for something...
Toxic
I'm in the mood for
Toxic
I'm in the mood for
Toxic
I'm in the mood for
Something more than ordinary
Toxic
I'm in the mood for
Toxic
I'm in the mood for
Toxic
I'm in the mood for
Something more than ordinary
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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As His Wife
As Christ’s Church and as His wife, we have a purpose in our life,
When we gather together as one, under the headship of The Son,
In worship and instruction friend, together we seek a glorious end.
When we fellowship in one place, as believers to express our faith.
Worship friend’s an integral part, of expressing what’s in our heart,
As we worship Christ our King, with all our hearts in song we sing.
Worship through heartfelt song, from all The Lord’s earthly throng,
Praises lifted to The Lord above, thanking Him for all Christ’s Love.
Instruction we get from The Word, when The Truth of God is heard,
God using The Word of the Lord, sharper than a two-edged sword,
Instructing believers in our daily life, how to live each day for Christ.
As God’s Word cuts deep within, helping The Body to deal with sin.
Fellowship too, is an essential key, to prepare believers for eternity,
While building up the Body of Christ, God shapes us for eternal life.
Fellowship in every local church, strengths us in our Savior’s worth,
Reaching out unto your brother, as believers building up each other.
Expressing our faith in The Lord, is what Christ’s Church is here for,
Making disciples in every nation, to share with all men His salvation.
Expressing our faith in Jesus Christ, while being for Him a sacrifice,
Whatever the pain or the cost, to reach for Christ a world that’s lost.
(Copyright ©06/2006)
A Poem For Abdul
Why Are We Here?
there is this sickness that comes
and you have no power to block it
it is like a monkey that comes at your
temple door and you have no way of driving it
you leave
leaving everything important to that monkey
spreading banana peelings
on the altar of your sacred nook
you watch at a distance
where the monkey plays monkey
upon itself
you are sleepy,
you fall into a deep slumber
the monkey comes inside that dream
and you are helpless
without your hands and feet
you cough, you struggle to vomit
there is no cure for this sickness
nothing comes out
and you are feeling toxic
that is why we are here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Are We Here?
there is this sickness that comes
and you have no power to block it
it is like a monkey that comes at your
temple door and you have no way of driving it
you leave leaving everything important to that monkey
spreading banana peelings on the alter of your sacred nook
you watch at a distance where the monkey plays monkey upon itself
you are sleepy, you fall into a deep slumber
the monkey comes inside that dream and you are helpless
without your hands and feet
you cough, you struggle to vomit
there is no cure for this sickness
nothing comes out
and you are feeling toxic
that is why we are here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Church Of Women
A lie for a lie, but a truth for the truth
Church of women is made out of milk
Which their love turns to butter -er -er
Church of women will have you give praise
With a laugh, bark and stutter -er -er
Like us men like us men they are nothing like us men
Men have gargoyles round their hearts
Im on my knees but dancing
Want to worship at the church of women
Breathe em in until my head goes spinning around
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Church of women is making donations of loving and giving -ing -ing
Church of women performing that miracle raising the living -ing -ing
Like us men like us men will they ever like us men?
Men have thorns around their minds
Im on my mountain preaching
Want to worship at the church of women
Breathe em in until my head goes spinning around
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Lie for a lie, but a truth for the truth
Give em back their house: the walls, the doors, the floors and roof
And stop tryin to diet on the wafers and wine and submit were in control
Now lets put things right
Lets multiply the loves and kisses
til we have enough to love and eat forever
Want to worship at the church of women
I want to worship at the church of women now
Breathe em in until my head goes spinning around
Ill breathe em in until my head goes spinning round
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Want to worship at the church of women
(repeat x3 and fade)
song performed by by Xtc
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Indoctrinated Through Ancestry
They are here in droves...
Those me-me-I-I folks.
The ones who have been told they are attractive.
Those with slave mentalities,
And still trying to please their masters.
And I can not say how many folks there are...
Who are afraid to express too much 'identity'.
For fear they will upset someone else's wishes!
And they know what on me they can kiss!
Anyone who has a mind like this!
I'm not having none of it.
There is an addicted sickness inflicted.
Alive and well.
And profiting the few,
Who have so many messed up in their heads!
The more pretentious the folks...
One can find them driven to play charades,
On all coasts.
Wherever they are found 'coasting' and cruising!
It just seems that way.
Those on escapades and away from their identities.
And ready to please.
As if indoctrinated through ancestry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost, Confused And Refusing To Admit It
Toxic is a scrambled mind that sits,
Lost, confused and refusing to admit it.
Without an ambitious wish to see fulfilled.
And feeling more each day restricted,
To 'what ifs' and accepting negativity...
Self inflicted.
Toxic and addicted to a poisoned environment.
One in which the majority entertain themselves,
With headaches, pains and the suffering of nonsense.
In which those inhabiting with minds twisted,
Seem to delight in disturbing someone's peace...
With a releasing of initiating conflicts somewhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Discreetly In a Secretnessss to Venom Slime That's Slick
More disturbing than disgusting,
Are those who cheat on spouses unsuspecting.
Those who solicit the innocent...
Whether given permission or not!
The selfishness of acts like this,
Is embedded from a social sickness.
A society that approves unfaithfulness,
And deceit too...
Is a society choosing to lose its strength.
And foolishly sending values to a gutter with intent.
But those who seek to share their sleaziness,
Have no integrity left to keep.
And nothing between their ears but filth...
That reeks of a certain ill mentality!
One that slithers like a snake...
And happy to continue doing this,
Discreetly in a secretnessss to venom slime that's slick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spoken word *Just Breathe
breathe like its your first time or your last
breathe like you just got an A in class
and you have not studied all year, so you don't know how you passed
inhale, exhale, gasp
breathe like its 5pm Friday afternoon
like your 7 yrs old sitting in front of your television watching Saturday cartoons
breathe like a newborn fresh from his mothers womb
breathe, breathe, breathe,
breathe like your favorite team just won the big game
like the girl you've had a crush on actually knows your name
breathe like the guy you've been eying feels the same
like you'll never again feel pain
breathe like the sun just parted the rain
breathe like the whole world has gone crazy
and your the only one left sane
breathe like every other day is a holiday
and the day before that day is pay day
breathe like your son just came home from war
breathe like your kidnapped 12 yr old daughter just came walking through the front door
breathe like you don't know what stress is
breathe like you did when all you wanted was to do what the big kids did
breathe like its the last day of school
like you've worked for 65 yrs and your retiring to your pool
breathe like your family and your word is all you got
like you must hit the bullseye and only have one shot
breathe like you just survived the Holocaust
breathe like the only religion that matters is being a human being
breathe like you would if society followed Dr. King's dream
breathe like its your first time or even your last
poem by Daryl Hennix
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Just Breathe
! Spoken Word!
breathe like its your first breath or even you last
breathe like you just got an A in class
and you have not studied all year, so you don't know how you passed
inhale, exhale, gasp
breathe like its 5pm Friday afternoon
like your 7 yrs old sitting in front of your television watching Saturday cartoons
breathe like a newborn fresh from his mothers womb
breathe, breathe, breathe,
breathe like your favorite team just won the big game
like the girl you've had a crush on actually knows your name
breathe like the guy you've been eying feels the same
like you'll never again feel pain
breathe like the sun just parted the rain
breathe like the whole world has gone crazy
and your the only one left sane
breathe like every other day is a holiday
and the day before that day is pay day
breathe like your son just came home from war
breathe like your kidnapped 12 yr old daughter just came walking through the front door
breathe like you don't know what stress is
breathe like you did when all you wanted was to do what the big kids did
breathe like its the last day of school
like you've worked for 65 yrs and your retiring to your pool
breathe like your family and your word is all you got
like you must hit the bullseye and only have one shot
breathe like you just survived the Holocaust
breathe like the only religion that matters is being a human being
breathe like you would if society followed Dr. King's dream
breathe like its your first time or even your last
Just breathe
poem by Daryl Hennix
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