Come From Under the Trappings
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need,
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
Come from under the trappings.
Let your beliefs,
Remove the strangle hold and squeeze...
Placed upon the young.
Those that have followed you into darkness,
And have shielded from the Sun!
Those you have fed,
All the misdeeds...
That have blocked and shunned!
Come from under those trappings done.
They are shutting off your breath.
And speeding up your untimely death!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
You might as well!
They are being released from you physically!
Now...
It is time to remove yourself from that grind.
Come from under the trappings.
And find yourself that peace that awaits!
Those trappings can not define,
The quality of life when one has peace of mind!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Once you touch the trappings of monarchy, like opening an Egyptian tomb, the inside is liable to crumble.
quote by Anthony Sampson
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Back O' Town Blues
You came to see me when the moon was new
Saw you standin' in the pouring rain
Left my message on the window pain
Back on the street again
Back on the beat again
I'm back on the top again
Saw me climbing to the top of the hill
You saw me meeting with the fools on the hill
Learned my lesson and I had my fill
Learnt it all in vain
Went through it all again
Now I'm back on the top again
Always strivin', always climbing way beyond my will
Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill
Always seeming, like I'm moving but I'm really going slow
What do you do when you get to the top and there's nowhere to go
Just how I get there will be anybody's guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin' Cain
I'm back on the street again
I'm back on the top again
Always strivin', always climbing way beyond my will
It's the same old sensation, isolation at the top of the hill
Always seeming, like I'm moving but I'm really going slow
You'll find out when you get to the top that there's nowhere to go
How you get there will be anybody's guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin' Cain
I'm back on the street again
I'm back on the top again
Back on my feet again
I'm back on the street again
I'm back on the top again
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Being Weaned Away
I remember those days when I was innocent.
I was still breast feeding at the time.
And believed even then,
This was the kind of life to enjoy!
The most difficult part about being innocent,
Is being weaned away from it.
The trappings of reality begin to soon enfold.
And obstacles are noticed for their durability.
When my personality began to be developed,
Demands on my luxurious time...
Helped create my moods with a chosen attitude.
Soon after,
I learned that expressing intelligence...
Can become problematic.
Others see this as a weapon they can use,
When doing and saying the most devious things possible.
As if to test one's awareness of their misdeeds...
And mental agility!
I remember those days when I was innocent.
I was still breast feeding at the time.
And believed even then,
This was the kind of life to enjoy!
The most difficult part about being innocent,
Is being weaned away from it.
The trappings of reality begin to soon enfold.
And obstacles are noticed for their durability.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back On Top
You came to see me when the moon was new
Saw you standin in the pouring rain
Left my message on the window pain
Back on the street again
Back on the beat again
Im back on the top again
Saw me climbing to the top of the hill
You saw me meeting with the fools on the hill
Learned my lesson and I had my fill
Learnt it all in vain
Went through it all again
Now Im back on the top again
Always strivin, always climbing way beyond my will
Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill
Always seeming, like Im moving but Im really going slow
What do you do when you get to the top and theres nowhere to go
Just how I get there will be anybodys guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin cain
Im back on the street again
Im back on the top again
Always strivin, always climbing way beyond my will
Its the same old sensation, isolation at the top of the hill
Always seeming, like Im moving but Im really going slow
Youll find out when you get to the top that theres nowhere to go
How you get there will be anybodys guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin cain
Im back on the street again
Im back on the top again
Back on my feet again
Im back on the street again
Im back on the top again
song performed by by Van Morrison
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In The Hopes That a Prize Will Be Awarded
Many can not elevate themselves,
From the trappings of madness.
As if hypnotically accepting to be strapped...
To the latest amusement ride,
That churns their emotions until they ache inside.
There is an attraction to scream.
With a fee paid that heightens one's demeaning.
And discussions to repeat,
The thrill of agony that takes them off their feet.
In the hopes that a prize will be awarded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The trappings of lifestyle are often that; traps.
quote by Thomas Leonard
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A life lived with integrity - even if it lacks the trappings of fame and fortune is a shinning star in whose light others may follow in the years to come.
quote by Denis Waitley
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Burdened to Maintain the Presence
Degrees obtained to succeed,
In the feeding of a progressive society.
Has not proven effective.
Not if intentions,
Were to uplift consciousness.
Many 'scholars' find themselves,
Burdened to maintain the presence...
Of a material success.
And discovering,
They have acquired less happiness.
With wishes to have a peace of mind,
If it can be found...
Among the trappings that have enslaved.
Or easily purchased!
If they had the time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In your clothes avoid too much gaudiness do not value yourself upon an embroidered gown and remember that a reasonable word, or an obliging look, will gain you more respect than all your fine trappings.
quote by George Savile
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Old English riddle
My dress is silent when I tread the ground
Or stay at home or stir upon the waters.
Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air
Raise me above the dwelling-place of men,
And then the power of clouds carries me far
Above the people; and my ornaments
Loudly resound, send forth a melody
And clearly sing, when I am not in touch
With earth or water, but a flying spirit.
Aubade
As I would free the white almond from the green husk
So I would strip your trappings off,
Beloved.
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel
I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Hamlet: These indeed seem, for they are actions that a man might play. But I have that within which passeth show; these but the trappings and the suits of woe.
line from Hamlet, Act I, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Mindless Trappings
You've allowed that to happen.
As if any excuse used,
Would be good enough to make it disappear.
You made it clear you did not understand!
And I want it known...
I understood too well!
I do not offer myself as a sacrifice,
To those mindless trappings!
I am too familiar with the ground,
Upon which I stand.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Thoughts
Am I too old?
Is it too late?
Have I waited too long,
To contemplate my fate?
Have I too many memories...
And not enough time?
Is there too much of 'me'
Behind the walls of limitation,
I find myself confined.
Is there too much I am trying to comprehend?
Instead of realizing,
I am doing just fine within!
And would do even better...
Discovering new adventures.
Who am I to censor,
The arrival of gloomy weather?
If I decided to leave old thoughts...
I choose to think,
Left behind!
And besides...
I do get a kick sometimes,
Unwinding myself
From the trappings I place,
Inside my own mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Real Deal
Just with You and me...
I sit.
Grateful to have this peace.
And with You to share it with.
Alone but not lonely.
With flaws known You condone,
And accept.
So blessed I feel...
When a togetherness is present.
Just with You and me...
I sit.
Grateful to have this peace.
And with You to share it with.
Things and the trappings things bring,
To never stay.
I can say with You...
I am filled with joy and my most happiest.
No matter what comes to cloud or dampen my day...
In my heart you are,
As it has been that way.
Just with You and me...
I sit.
Grateful to have this peace.
And with You to share it with.
You remain for me...
The Real Deal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As It Goes For The Willow
As it goes for the willow,
Stretching to bend as the wind begins...
To stop and end briefly,
The humidity and heat.
And moss on scattered trees,
Seen in savannahs tropical and green...
Seem so picturesque as if painted.
As it goes for those swamped in bills to pay...
In need of a lilting breeze to come their way.
A nature walk through the forest,
Will take a mind away to untaint...
From needless trappings of concrete beliefs,
Stuck in the mire of an attracted grief,
One uses to declare...
A normal way of life to live!
As it goes for the willow,
Flowing freely yet attached to all that is...
Without appearing to have needs to be,
Something it was not intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At The Airport Lounge
All the trappings dropped
Some pretensions still clinging
I stand
At the crossroads
Of life's intersecting paths
Busy passers-by engrossed
In routine businesses
Walk hand in hand
Hands across shoulders
Endlessly with eyes closed
Their faces with sprinkled
Talcum powder and pantomime paint...
I stand
Feet straddled
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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My Life
in my room; chamber nowadays nothing; there is no decoration disturb
also voices
and any movement
outside there
in roadway
in office
it is true there is voices
movement and trappings
at nature
but assumed by there no
because us, according to religion
have to control the passion
and habit in the world of we
it obliged is inversed the than normal life
whether us have abnormal
whether life us have to be abnormal
to become normal
listening go order which according to him told to us from God
whether us have to be kept quiet, without passion
and let God move the life
then who is me,
what is the meaning
oy my life.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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