Cleansed With Self Righteousness
It would be great,
To live without a mistake to make.
Playing it safe with each step taken.
Giving us reason to criticize those,
With a life sentence of guilt!
Inflicted upon them...
For not living free of errors.
Flawless!
Like some who are cleansed...
With self righteousness.
And hiding behind masked pretensions.
Rigid they are.
And finding themselves being stripped.
Bared to show a hollow existence.
It would be great for the fakers,
If all lived in absent-mindedness.
And seeking deceit to find their comforts.
Many believe a purpose is revealed,
Living like this.
And definitions of happiness,
Are based upon a price tag.
To warrant a quality assigned.
And even if that could be used to soothe...
So many are discovering today,
The price is not right.
Nor does it provide substance.
If common sense unknown is missing.
Especially when the absence of it,
Keeps one from sleeping peacefully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Isnt Really Giving
Author unknown (sung by dewey bunnell)
Found on heard.
Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
Living isnt really giving
Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
Living isnt really giving
But I dont care how long it takes
For the days to get nice
cause me and my friends, you know were ready
And willing to pay the price
Oh, la la la ....
Way deep down inside
I know Im on a free ride
But when the green light turns to red
Who is living, who is dead
Theyve taken out the river
And theyve put in a cement road
Its made the going a whole lot lighter
But made a much heavier load
I dont know how long I can go on like this
Dont know how long I can go on like this
Dont know how long I can go on like this
I see the light switch on the wall
With no legs Im still tall
We might not make it at all
I can see the river and the little place where I would swim
Where did it all begin
I wish I knew
Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
Living isnt really giving
Isnt really giving
Isnt really giving
song performed by by America
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Who Am I to Deny It Promise?
If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.
If I can say,
I am not living my life today.
I am dreamless without hope.
I give empty reasons to mope!
I am a vacant shell...
Existing in a hell I've created.
If I am not living my life today!
Where did I store those memories?
When did any happiness come to leave?
Why am I not pleased...
With anything that comes my way?
If I can say,
I am not living my life today!
And I breathe just to witness my breath...
Fade away into a nothingness.
If I am not living my life today...
What is this,
That IS!
And 'who' am I,
To deny 'it' promise?
Like a gift one receives...
Selfishly to leave unwrapped.
Can I honestly believe,
I am not worthy to do that?
If I am not living my life today...
Perhaps I should.
And unpack...
From sorrows deeply stacked.
Trapping my sight in darkness,
Without daylight I alone hold back.
If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.
And I know there is 'something' I value,
I can give!
To say 'that' is the reason,
I am here to live!
If I can remove myself...
To cast shadows,
Instead of finding an escape within them.
To live and let my life,
Be the one I have and learn to like!
Unfrightened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Better Place To Live
Theres a bit of magic in a simple little smile
Something that just makes life seem a little more worthwhile
And theres a world of meaning in the touch of someones hand
A gentle touch that lets your brother know you understand
Oh if people would stop taking and just once try to give
We could make the world were living in a better place to live
La la la la la la la la la la la la
And if wed love one another instead of finding faults
We could afford the price of peace, love is all it costs
Oh wouldnt it be great to live and sing in harmony
Everybody take your brothers hand and sing my song with me
La la la la la la la la la la la la
All life has to offer thats what most folks desire
But offer nothing in return, cause they dont seem to care
And if wed ask to be forgiven and be willing to forgive
We could make the world were living in a better place to live
And if wed all climb together, we could climb the highest hill
We could make the world were living in a better place to live
And if wed love one another instead of finding faults
We could afford the price of peace, love is all it costs
Oh wouldnt it be great to live and sing in harmony
Everybody take your brothers hand and sing my song with me
La la la la la la la la la la la la
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Bright Sunny Day
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesn't seem
or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Just ?? money
Your baby ??
??
Now come on boys,??
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and
let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Price That You Pay
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesnt seem or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Just ____________________ money
Your baby _______________________
________________________________
Now come on boys, ________________
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Giving Up On A Cold Night
In the morning you will wake.
There is yet purpose and a reason for each breath you take.
Even at loss of how to make the pain fade.
Living life is still not a mistake.
You will find water in the parching desert if you dig deep enough.
Your most certainly are in the right when thinking its rough.
But you must stay tough, for those you still love.
Even if one of your doves has been lost.
Even if it has come with a great cost.
The only one that loses is the one never fights.
Giving up before it becomes another cold night.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What Time It Is
An awakening done by anyone discovering,
The day, month and year to them that comes...
Are all connected together to help understand,
What time it is.
And the many others living like them...
Are also here to experience it.
But without the seeking for definitions.
As a tick tocking heard that begins to knock begins.
When that 'concept' of life starts to dawn,
On someone's mind...
It brings a clarity and comprehension,
As to why there are people living their lives...
Without excuses to make or faults to find.
And something happens to trigger their appreciation,
For those who have found out 'what-time-it-is'...
As they live not in haste to waste it on anything or anyone petty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happiness To Me
Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the
human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life,
filled with happiness alone;
Life could become boring, when happiness is prolonged.
Even A pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even A beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness does not depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to me is in loving.
poem by Richard Maginness
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Persistent Theories
Ruining my life...
Is not a show of your sacrifice.
Nothing you have done has eased my existence.
Your persistent theories of me being useless...
Has highlighted the absence of your common sense.
And a willingness to televise every aspect of your ignorance.
Ruining my life...
Is not a show of your sacrifice.
What you have displayed is a charaded intelligence.
Based upon destruction and a respect that is absent.
And all of your masquerades have concentrated...
On proving an ability to fake goodwill.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happiness Is Not Comforts
‘Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life, filled with happiness alone;
Happiness is more when woes come in-between.
Happiness is just a feeling weird!
Life could become boring and monotonous, when happiness is prolonged.
Even the pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even the beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is something strange that varies with time, experience and wisdom.
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness is the ceiling, whatever you fix!
Happiness does not wholly depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is abstract to the core!
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in making and seeing the less fortunate ones, smile;
Happiness is in acting adult-like, although a child
Happiness is in giving something to someone, although you still need it.
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in giving up your chance to someone, who most needs it;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to some is in yeoman service to mankind.
Happiness is a phenomenon;
Happiness is a quirk of fate;
Happiness is quite rare and scarce at times;
Happiness to some is in living in a virtual world!
Happiness is in braving the storms of life;
Happiness is in toiling for others’ sakes;
Happiness is in sharing your talents and ken;
Happiness is in loving your poor brethren.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-15-2008
poem by John Celes
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Living Without You
I can hear that old clock ticking, passing time up on the wall I can hear the faucet dripin in the kicthc down the hall to the one that I keep missing every night and every day
Theres things you learn to live with now thats all but Ill never get used to living without you
Now I got used to tenderness, we would hold each other tight and I got used to happiness wed make love day and night and Ill get used to mornings sitting in the evening swhen theres
Theres things you learn to live with now thats all I ever do but ill never get used to living without you
Without you, the sun sill rises without you, the rivesr run I thought by now that Id be realizing whats done is done I accept the notion that theres things we cant control like the changin of the seasons or the fact were growing old I know Im the reason that you had to go away I will keep believing that s the price we had to pay chorus oh theres things you learn to live with repeat
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Livin' Without You
I can hear that old clock ticking, passing time up on the wall I can hear the faucet dripin in the kicthc down the hall to the one that I keep missing every night and every day
Theres things you learn to live with now thats all but Ill never get used to living without you
Now I got used to tenderness, we would hold each other tight and I got used to happiness wed make love day and night and Ill get used to mornings sitting in the evening swhen theres
Theres things you learn to live with now thats all I ever do but ill never get used to living without you
Without you, the sun sill rises without you, the rivesr run I thought by now that Id be realizing whats done is done I accept the notion that theres things we cant control like the changin of the seasons or the fact were growing old I know Im the reason that you had to go away I will keep believing that s the price we had to pay chorus oh theres things you learn to live with repeat
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Eroded
Everyone wants what they want...
Yesterday.
Prepackaged,
And ready to meet their demands.
To be used!
At their descretion and availability.
To fulfill their needs and comforts.
When the time permits.
And 'if' that time fits the mood!
There is one thing missing,
With this kind of attitude!
A willingness to sacrifice,
That which is desired to exchange communication.
And too many seek to be pleasured,
As if on vacation!
With expectations.
As they commence to holding auditions,
For a production they wish both to direct and produce!
With beliefs their non-involvement,
Is going to provide a perfect relationship...
To be staged and presented without flaws.
And when that doesn't happen...
It is always someone else's fault.
Someone to accuse and abuse,
For their lack of comprehending the rules.
Loyality, devotion and complete subservience!
And this is the quality of life,
So many are finding has eroded from their realities.
A fantasized existence...
They've been indoctrinated to believe can be theirs,
Without a price to pay.
OR...
With little invested but an expected huge return.
At someone's expense but not their own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Price for Many to Pay
Giving to them things and not love...
Has had a price for many to pay.
Expressing to some that those in need,
Are lowlife, unlucky and ignorantly breed...
Has had a price for many to pay!
And those who abandon their parents,
In convalescent homes alone to wither away and die,
Has had a price for many to pay.
Since thoughtlessness to live a selfish existence...
Will come back to haunt them one day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpretations of Life
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.
They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.
They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.
Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!
And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definitions
Things began to define them.
Giving them reason and a purpose to live.
Living without things teased...
They felt an emptiness within.
With a shallowness they would defend,
With pretention.
And an awareness of self...
A depth did not know.
They did not grow to love themselves...
If they could not purchase things to define them.
And definitions of who they were...
Had to have style and be flaunted,
To identify themselves with cliques of importance.
And...
Where they had been and where they are going,
Depend on things obtained to impress.
And not the lack of substance...
No one has that to qualify,
To ensure that can be addressed or expressed
With comprehension understood and digested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dependence On Negativity
Your demons have you convinced,
The life you live without me...
Would be better spent,
Not listening!
And the benefit from this,
Affords you to live...
A life lived without comprehension.
One acheived without common sense!
Follow I do your movements from the sidelines.
Hoping one day you will awaken to find...
Wasting time trying to redefine,
How to accept me in your mind...
Has limited you to doubt and misunderstanding.
Deception based upon your perception,
I have plans to manipulate your independence...
Is that continuous inner dialogue you keep,
With your belief a dependency on negativity relieves!
It is you not me living day to day in desperation.
However...
It is your happiness that has been blocked,
And confined.
Not mine!
That is the only freedom I know...
I have here to share with fresh air to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Keep On Giving Gift
Some may say what counts is the thought,
It’s not the price that’s paid when bought,
It’s not the quantity placed within the cart,
Just how much love comes from the heart,
Don’t let your view engulf, fret and stew,
Just be glad that the love in the gift is true,
It’s a way better feeling to give than receive,
By today’s masses a maxim hard to believe,
Most look at you thinking that’s truly insane,
For their life is founded on getting and gain,
They need a cover dusting of the good book,
Vigilantly probing pages taking a good look,
Finding the Ancients system of joyful giving,
This concept of giving eternally keeps living,
Twenty centuries ago GOD’s gift was great,
History cannot show an equivalent up to date,
As through life we stumble, continue and go,
We must repay to Him the huge debt we owe,
We cannot walk in hate; on love take a stand,
We must found our feet on GOD’s solid plan.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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The Price
There's a price for everything.
And everything has a price.
The cost may be higher.
It is never precise.
A second of pleasure.
For a lifetime of guilt.
Destroying the house,
Of love that God built.
Innocent victims,
Are killed by the blast.
Others they are maimed,
The scars forever they last.
We walk through that door,
Our morals astray,
Not knowing the price,
That will have to be paid.
There is one thing in common.
It's what we all share.
Three nine inch nails,
And the flesh that they teared.
Silent love.
Screaming so loud.
He paid the price.
His father so proud.
The plan was complete
He said, “It is done”
I have paid for your sins
Each and every one.
To accept my free gift.
There's something I ask.
It's a couple requests,
They are simple tasks.
To just love your neighbor,
Like you love yourself.
Put yourself behind others.
Put your pride on the shelf.
When you do something wrong,
You can call on my name.
I'll show you My mercy,
And remove your shame.
My death was the price.
The price that was due.
I paid it in full.
I did it for you.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Sadness Traps The Unfortunate
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
These are the ones who compare themselves to others.
These are the ones who feel significant,
If they can impress.
If their conversations express,
An interest that is common with pretensions addressed.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
And those glass ceilings crack.
Precious plastic cards lose appeal.
Credit ratings plummet.
And those living leased lives are revealed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate.
And looking back floods the tears,
From those who could not show compassion.
Now it is something that seems to flow.
But not from those doors padlocked and foreclosed.
Sadness,
Traps...
The unfortunate,
In minds where fear is found.
With compassion for others.
But no one is around to notice or care.
Since a cold indifferentness had always been there.
From those who exposed,
Their wishes just to feed their greed.
And egos.
Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding,
Lieing and deceit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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