Comforted In Ease
Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.
Caught up and teased,
By what 'necessitates'...
A life of luxury comforted in ease,
They kill themselves for that.
And do it literally.
Appearances have kept them locked,
Into traps.
A physical existence,
Has made sure their minds...
Stay blinded like that.
And like bats living in caves,
Darkened to provide satisfactions intact.
Nothing outside of their programmed comfort zone...
Is going to convince them,
What they have is not 'owned'. It's just on loan.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listen To Yourself
It is all in the open now!
And I hope you are not feeling,
Too ridiculous.
Listen to yourself.
What are you saying to me today,
That I didn't say to you yesterday?
Or the day before?
There is a difference though.
When I told you I could no longer afford,
To keep paying for things that didn't make me happy...
You laughed.
Even more so when I walked away.
Telling you to stay and keep your traps intact.
Remember that?
Your traps were repossessed.
I thought you told me you owned them?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bred to Attack
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were being seduce,
To live high and mighty...
In an approaching economic,
Danger zone.
But distractions hid all that.
As we were fed racism and credit traps.
Feeding upon attractions,
That would bleed from us more tax.
As we kept our eyes on our neighbors lives...
While deceivers were planting our minds with lies!
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were seduce to live high and mighty,
In an approaching economic danger zone.
We could have prevented hunger and homelessness.
We could have inspired ourselves and our children,
To be respectful and expect the best.
We could have rejected every hint of decadence.
But we chose with a blinded consciousness...
To greed and feed our gluttony!
With a mindlessness...
That has digested us into a mess!
And now we daily experience,
The effects of conflict, chaos and unrest!
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were being seduce,
To live high and mighty...
In an approaching economic,
Danger zone.
But distractions hid all that.
As we were fed racism and credit traps.
Feeding upon attractions,
That would bleed from us more tax.
As we kept our eyes on our neighbors lives...
While deceivers were planting our minds with lies!
Suspecting both friend and foe...
To come and stab us in the back.
With a packing of guns to prepare for that.
Now awaiting we do,
For a civil disturbance...
To give us reason to become entrapped.
Like wild rabid dogs bred to attack!
And left to roam with our wounds.
Howling in wails at a cloud clustered moon,
Doomed...and gloomed to foam in fumes.
As an end result of settled scores.
'WHY was this necessary? '
Those who had a purpose and survived aren't sure!
'This isn't as future I wish to endure.
This is not a future i wish to knock on my door.'
Then don't invite it or welcome it in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suffering From Head Wounds
Those told what to do most of their lives,
What to think, how to think...
What not to believe or listen to.
And who is stupid,
Because of their physical appearances...
Are those who are most traumatized,
By the sign of these rapidly changing times.
Not all...
But most people have been conditioned to believe,
That the unchanged color of a house...
Also determines what goes on inside.
No matter how many renovations have taken place.
Or evolving maturities of the people living in it.
All people will do is to talk about what they 'knew'.
Or what they've been told.
And...
Most of the time what is known,
Had been heard from one's now grown children...
Or a pet dog or cat,
Programmed to be reliable.
But not from the horse's mouth!
People rather beat their horses to death,
Repeatedly.
Those told most of their lives,
What to think, how to think...
What not to believe or listen to.
And who is stupid,
Because of their physical appearances...
Are those who are most traumatized,
By the sign of the times.
Without being medicated,
Few people are sure if and when they should...
Take a left or right turn,
Why and for what purpose.
And if they should or should not ignore,
Signs that warn them to yield and pay attention...
With caution!
People have been taught to believe and do as they please,
Because...
Well,
They are entitled to do so for the rest of their lives.
'Medic...
There's another one over here suffering from head wounds.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Middle Class
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.
Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.
Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.
Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traveling Backwards
They have lost all support.
And still wish to lip negativity.
Their ignorance is used for sport,
For those who see them as blinded bats...
Dwelling in caves and in deep sleep.
Repeatedly their conversations,
Chase moments that keep them in the past.
Stuck in minds behind the times,
Traveling backwards...
And doing that fast!
They have lost all support.
And still wish to lip negativity.
Their ignorance is used for sport,
For those who see them as blinded bats...
Dwelling in caves and in deep sleep.
Repeatedly their conversations,
Chase moments that keep them in the past.
Stuck in minds behind the times,
Traveling backwards...
And doing that fast!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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.
The Physicality Of Things
Living to identify and adjust,
To the physicality of things...
Loses one an opportunity to gain any wisdom,
From the spiritual side of life.
One into 'things' and the implied importance,
This emptiness brings...
Satisfies a perception,
That what one has equates one's worth.
Sad is the mind stuck on Earth like that.
Unconscious of all the traps that attract.
And imprisoned,
By a lack of time...
To adventure all that Mother Nature offers.
And,
It is an unfortunate observation to witness this...
But,
Those impressed by appearances and 'bling'...
Would have to be struck by lightening,
To appreciate the benefits the gift of life has to offer.
There are very few people,
Not limited in their minds...
Who can honestly say today,
They have no biases of any kind.
Very, very few can say that,
And keep an eye contact going on.
People are not yet that honest with themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Move Out
I fell in love on the day we met
It was a purely physical thing
We talked and talked I like your mouth
Your minds o.k. but I love your body
We havent slept for days now
Ooh your body
We havent slept for nights
Ooh your body body
Nothings going to stop me
Ooh your body
This is a title fight
Ooh your body body
I made you laugh and you made me cry
I know its wrong but Ill never miss you
You locked me up I dont know why
But theres no law against escaping
It doesnt really matter
What you say to me
Nothings going to stop me
What will be will be
I had a dream I was on a train
I met this girl she was prettier than you
Do what you want but dont wake up
Close your eyes and lets get started
I know a secret locked in ice
Until I die Im taking action
There must be more that we can do
Where am I just when I need you
Wrap me in your body
Ill wrap you everywhere
No ones going to miss me
I know that no-one cares
Ive been in your body
Ive been in your car
You know Ive had enough now
Y know what the reasons are
Move out
Ill leave today going away
Move out
Im ready to go
Move out
Move out
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The Obviousness Of Delusion
Keeping up with appearances,
And striving to sustain a maintaining of an image...
Eventually becomes to be viewed as one's insanity.
Especially during these times,
When those who are clearly out of their minds...
Seem to be the ones more conscious of image.
And not able to embrace the reality of change.
With the obviousness of delusion,
Being stripped away on a daily basis.
To reveal truth and its existence everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Physical
I wanna take you baby
I wanna take you out
I wanna wine and dine you
Oh I wanna twist and twist and shout
I want you hot in my arms
So soft on my bed
You get the key to my heart
Oh when you wear that sweet dress
But youre too physical physical to me
Youre just too physical physical no to me
I want your rough house baby
I want this right in your ear
You let me feel your danger
I let you make this feeling clear here
I want the touch of your charms
The heat of your breath
I wanna say all those things
That would be better unsaid
No
But youre too physical physical to me
Youre just too physical oh
Youre too physical for me
Youre too physical to me
Youre really jus- just too- just
Too really f**k no
Youre just too physical
Youre just too physical
Too f**king physical
No no no no no no no
Oh youre too physical
Just too physical
Just too
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song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Physical
I'm saying all the things that I know you like
Making good conversation
I've gotta handle you just right
You know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothing left to talk about
Unless it's horizontally
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
I've been patient, I've been good
Tried to keep my hands on the table
Oh it's getting hard to hold me back
You know what I mean
I'm sure you understand my point of view
We know each other better
You've gotta know you're bringing out
The animal in me
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
(Physical) I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
(Get physical)
(Do you hear me)
(Mmm, yeah)
(C'mon)
(I know you want me)
(Physical)
Woah, yeah
Physical, physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
I wanna get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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You Can't Run
Don't bother trying to get away
Because God made you for me... and here I'll stay
You can try to run
But there's nowhere under the sun
Where you can hide from your destiny
And under the moon?
You'll find no sanctuary or asylum away from me
Hopefully you realize this soon
Because I'm made for you
You're the one I'm living for too
You're so much more than my dream girl
Because I could never dream anything that amazing
My rendition cannot compare to you, she can sing
She's sweet and gentle, temperate and exciting a swirl
Of good qualities, she's loving and emotional, affectionate and physical
She's God-fearing and Steadfast, Intelligent and wise, but my rendition shall
Pale in comparison to you, because you're real and you're all those things
So you can't run even if you tell me to get over you
I can't imagine anyone better
I didn't think it was possible for someone like to you exist too
My dream girl is cool, but for you, I'd just let her
Go, for good, I finally can't wait to be awake
Because you've made reality better than anything I can dream
I'm still convincing myself this isn't fake
But I'm not running I'm here for you, in fact you make me smile, beam
Please don't run because I can't honestly catch you
Please don't run because I love you
Stay because I can't live without you
Stay because I won't ever meet anyone like you
I tell myself God made you for me because I cannot imagine any other
So please don't run away, just stay, cause I know you can run...
Don't run rather
Stay right here close to me, be my one, because you're the one
poem by David Knox
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Finder's Fees
They don't want to be real.
And yet the reality of their existence,
Has manifested them in constant complaint.
Their eyes have been shielded from a truth,
Distanced from their remote touches.
Their anger suppressed,
Has them locked within traps...
Of Sunday confessions.
Torned with guilt that slaps,
If those visits have lapses.
Dictated to keep their tithes high
To ensure,
An answer to their prayers will come.
And All that God 'Is' is free for the asking.
Punishments are of our own choosing.
God has watched us abuse one another.
Do you think He gets paid a percentage,
Of those 'finder's' fees?
His only pleasure,
Is to have us come to HIM.
Alone.
And not understanding this...
Has a temendous price at a cost,
We suffer to deliver.
Just to keep a nightmare of sin away!
But we keep our wishes for things.
And these things wished...
Eventually are asked to have the pressure
Of keeping them,
Blessedly kept and protected.
And All that God 'Is' is free for the asking.
Punishments are of our own choosing.
God has watched us abuse one another.
Do you think He gets paid a percentage,
Of those 'finder's' fees?
His only pleasure,
Is to have us come to HIM.
Alone.
They don't want to be real.
And yet the reality of their existence,
Has manifested them in constant complaint.
Their eyes have been shielded from a truth,
Distanced from their remote touches.
Their anger suppressed,
Has them locked within traps...
Of Sunday confessions.
Torned with guilt that slaps,
If those visits have lapses.
Dictated to keep their tithes high
To ensure,
An answer to their prayers will come.
Or at least a developed plan to put them on layaway.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad To See
Giving up on a monotonous groove,
That has fused those stuck in a fading rut...
Has more than addicted.
And is a dilemma,
That has squeezed reality out of twisted minds.
Aging gracefully is definitely a crisis not yet faced,
For those in a mental mode locked and frozen in a zone...
That relays a remaining to stay unchanged is ok!
And not a sickness sad to see,
Afflicting so many without identity or integrity that matures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Could Never
(phillip damien/mark wilson)
Theres no other, there could never be
Im so in love baby cant you see
Please stay here right next to me
There could never
Be another there could never be
My heart was locked, till you turned the key
And your love has set me free
There could never...
Be another person in this world
Who could make me feel this way
Youre always open and so full of joy
Im trying to find the words to say
Like I love you
I need you in my life
Forever please dont turn away
I need you to stay - always
So baby cant you understand that...
Theres no other, there could never be
Im so in love baby cant you see
Please stay here right next to me
There could never
Be another there could never be
My heart was locked, till you turned the key
And your love has set me free
There could never...
Be a feeling in this heart of mine
That would ever bring you down
Because the love you gave, it made me free
It brought me to this higher ground
Now yes I love you, and I need you, in my life
So please dont go I want you to stay
So please let me say
I need you - and I want you baby
song performed by by Tiffany
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An acrostic poem for micheal.
Manyatimes i wonder how this life will be
If we were made to stay in this world forever
Counting the years without growing old
Having all what we want and ask for
Ever ready to do things according to his will
Accepting the fact that he made us
Lo, we owe him our submission
Surely that wont happen because, if we
Have all what we want, our
Eagerness to have more will come, we never be
Ready to do what is right before God.
People grow old, and as they do they learn,
Except there has being a new invention in science
Right or wrong, if we were made to stay here forever,
Definitely, it will not be meaningful because of the non existence of death.
poem by Austin Jeffrey
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Animals In The Zoo
Youre just an animal in the zoo
Sittin round feeling persecuted and abused
Youre locked up and Im on the loose
But I cant quite tell whos looking at who
cause Im an animal, too
But youre locked up in a zoo
And you look at me and I look at you
God made the heaven and the deep blue sea
But man picked the flowers and he pulled up the trees
God mad the moon and the rain and the sun
But man made the money and the bombs and the guns
So were all animals, too
But youre locked up in a zoo
And you look at me and I look at you
Im a prisoner but I got no cage
Im locked up but I got no chain
But the good guys lose and the bad guys win
Thats why youre looking out and Im looking in
But were all animals, too
But youre locked up in a zoo
cause you look at me and I look at you
song performed by by Kinks
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Suspicions Existing Unresisted
There is nothing in the shadows,
Yet they run to them and hide.
Nothing there subsisting with substance...
A suspicion fits in this existence...
And no one in this exposed enclosure confides.
Quick is shared philosophies,
Of how their plight began!
Sunlight has chased away curiosity,
As a 'dawning' meets an assisted dead end.
This has been accepted.
And approved by ignorance.
No one sheltered kept in darkness...
Can find themselves trusting from within.
All respect has found neglect.
Their faith has gone.
There is nothing in the shadows,
Yet they run to them and hide.
Nothing there subsisting with substance.
Suspicious in existence...
No one in this enclosure confides.
And snatching satisfactions...
From distractions they regret.
No one has found true comfort where they are...
But continue to project,
An incorrectness they protect!
A faith professed has certainly gone...
And no one takes the time to reverse these minds,
That are wrong!
As they spin delighted on this carousel,
Caring less they have spun around too long!
Heated by a living hell...
They've become accustomed to live too well!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just A Gimmick Used To Convince
If people were as territorially protective,
With a pride that motivated as is claimed...
It would be shown in their appearances.
With no mistaking of this visually.
It would be observed to be seen,
Like other games played.
And yet...
What is heard and unmistaken,
Is a desire to feed more greed.
A desire to be entertained socially.
And an increase in pay,
For everything done they do.
Even if that means picking up a broom,
To sweep both front and back...
With a keeping clean,
Those places where they live.
If people were as territorially protective,
With a pride that motivated as is claimed...
It would be shown in their appearances.
With no mistaking of this visually.
It would be observed to be seen.
But it isn't.
It's just a gimmick used to convince,
Minds already delusioned and deceived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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