Controlling
There is no consoling,
Those who are controlling.
Sometimes experiences they have had...
Gives them a certain insight.
Dictating choices made.
With no need for questions to be asked.
Some are wise beyond their years.
Some make decisions that bring them tears.
But whatever it is and the task...
It has to be done their way!
With a returned mumble grumbling,
That does not last!
Perhaps it is a point to prove.
With ultimately leaving,
Nothing for anyone else to say.
Advice given to them will be heard.
And that may be detected...
On another given day!
There is no consoling,
Those who are controlling.
And the ones who know them best...
Think of them as loving folks.
Knowing they will do what needs to be done.
Seldom with complaint.
Rarely with protest!
Maybe they can be a bit more overprotective.
But also...
One will find them to have little time for themselves.
Finding them quite dependable!
And sometimes pests...
Who are never at rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Twin
Your warmth, your warmth,
Is so deep,
Your gaze,
Beams a hole inside me
Controlling again
Unseparated twins
Controlling again
Youve sucks
All the breath out of me
Youll squeeze
All the life out of me
Controlling again
Unseparated twins
Controlling again
Controlling again
Unseparated twins
Youd rather be
Come gentle, slowly,
Gentle...
song performed by by Muse
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Classic Are The Reactions
Classic are the reactions,
Of those given advice!
But have a need to attack,
Those they approached...
For advice that is solicited,
Not once but more than twice.
That advice was not taken,
By those now shakened.
And today they are on the scene...
Disliking the circumstances,
Those choices they themselves made...
That embarrasses them,
And publicly demeans.
With only themselves left to blame,
For not taking the advice...
To avoid their outlandish claims.
They now wish to inflict,
An emotional pain...
On those who unselfishly,
To their aid came.
With an escaping of responsibility...
And an accusatory slandering,
Of names to defame.
As they take to the streets,
To shame others in deceiving campaigns!
Hoping that such organized ignorance...
Will smother their insecurities,
With an attention that gains!
Like a child who cries, 'Victim'...
To their own applied lies.
'No empthy for me,
So they must bleed.
No empthy for me,
So they must bleed.
No empthy,
No empthy...
So they must bleed! '
~What is that all about? ~
Just some folks who made decisions,
And hated the outcome of their choices made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blue Eden
Embracing, distorting, supporting, comforting
Convincing you, consoling you
Controlling you, destroying you
All over you
I know someday well meet again
We come and go that way my friend
Its part of me, its part of you
You feel invincible, its just a part of life
You feel invincible, its just a part of life
song performed by by Neil Young
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With An Unabashed Bragging Done
You have a beautiful home,
Landscaped in a wonderful setting.
You have a family and prized possessions,
And investments you have made...
That have returned to you sweet dividends.
You drive a very nice car.
And your taste in fashion is exquisite.
You receive countless social invitations,
With an unabashed bragging done...
Whenever I visit.
And yet...
You express an insecurity about that,
Which implies an unhappiness.
I have none of your 'assets' to impress.
But...
I am thrilled.
And this seems to make you upset.
My path and direction taken,
Has had nothing to do with you.
Is there something about my own decisions made...
You believed I secretly,
Competed with you with something to prove?
And I have accomplished 'that' which I said I would do?
What is it?
'I was hoping you would fail.
In fact,
You have made me feel the fool.'
Well...
You did make that your choice.
And those choices you have made,
Surround you too.
We all make our choices.
Some are not so pronounced,
As those of others...
Who love to show and tell with a strut.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If That Is Possible
If you are not about who you are...
Then why are you here in prejudgement?
The only decisions you can make,
There is a hesitation.
You can not make up your mind!
Most of the time.
And you want your opinions heard?
Unsolicited?
To spend the time of others?
When you should take that time,
Finding yourself.
Or where you are.
If that is possible.
And if it is...
You've got a lot of work to do.
And time is not on your side waiting.
Not for those decisions to be made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Juggling is sometimes called the art of controlling patterns, controlling patterns in time and space.
quote by Ronald Graham
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Graduation Day
The moment it is realized,
A chip long carried on your shoulder
Has been dissolved...
A graduation has occurred.
And you have moved on.
It has dawned on you,
Bitterness that you knew...
Has gone!
It's graduation day!
And knowing you belong among
Those who can truthfully say they can forgive.
Is a blessing to have lived to learn,
That lesson!
So many have failed and given up.
They are the ones heard stuck...
Finding fault with everything.
And nothing within them is felt to give!
Those are the ones who live life,
Being right without insight!
And on the tips of their tongues,
Is a complaint about something or someone.
And what who did and how it was done...
To them.
They want the attention,
Although they don't listen!
And...
At some point in time,
Minds they have are left behind!
In affairs misunderstood with blame to claim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last Breath You Ever Take
Can you feel it.
I'm taking over your body.
Controlling every move you make.
Controlling every breath you take.
You never know when it could be your last.
Crawling in inch by inch.
Do you even notice?
Stealing and murdering your soul.
The absence of life.
Go ahead try my device.
We all have to pay a price.
I already paid mine.
How bout you?
It's long past time.
A dead clock with a living vengeance.
A pattering of the wind and nothing else.
The crows cackle as they know I'm already here.
Only darken hearts have anything to fear.
Can you feel it.
I'm taking over your body.
Controlling every move you make.
Controlling every breath you take.
You never know when it could be your last.
You just never know when it could be your last.
A hurricane coming in so fast.
But it makes a dead stop and destroys.
No escape, no matter where you are.
Battling your demons from afar.
They will eventually catch up.
Keep telling that voice in your head to shut up.
But you can never silence guilt completely.
It's long past time.
A dead clock with living vengeance.
A pattering of the wind and nothing else.
The crows cackle as they know I'm already here.
Only darken hearts have fear.
Can you feel it.
I'm taking over your body.
Controlling every move you make.
Controlling every breath take.
Oh Can you feel it.
I'm taking over your body.
Controlling every move you make.
Controlling every breath take.
Do you realize what is at stake.
Ignoring a past mistake.
I'm sorry but I will not hesitate.
You never know when it could be your last.
You just never know when it could be your last.
The last breath you ever take.
A nightmare lying in your wake.
A second and a third chance.
A pasted up glance at a remedy to what I have been dying to.
On the inside an out.
The blood has it's voice.
And it screams for you.
It screams of your name.
What did you do?
From morning till the full moon.
You keep saying sometime to soon.
Closer and closer.
Can you feel it.
I'm taking over your body.
Controlling every move you make.
Controlling every breath take.
You never know when it could be your last.
Crawling in inch by inch.
Do you even notice?
Stealing and murdering your soul.
The absence of life.
Go ahead try my device.
We all have to pay a price.
I already paid mine.
How bout you?
How bout you?
How bout you?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Finding it-LOVE
Finding it is so hard and is rare
Finding it sometimes takes years
Finding it is something that should be handled with care
Finding it can bring you laughter instead of tears
Finding it can make you happy and free
Finding it can open the LOVE in your heart
Finding it will open your eyes to see
That one you do find it, you will see it has done its part
By Frank Pulver
poem by Frank Pulver
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Responsible
Taking action.
Regardless of the consequences,
That may come.
Relying upon experience.
And doing what needs to be done.
Disciplined without taking offense.
Defensive,
If what is done is thought to be right.
Having integrity...
With a dependable insight.
Willing to correct.
Realizing no one is perfect...
Yet.
Taking steps to accomodate,
Without hesitating to wait...
For decisions to take place.
Or one to be late,
With admitted commitments to make.
Showing a respect one does not neglect.
And keeping one's word...
With a comprehension,
One and all deserves.
Listening with attentiveness to every word.
Being 'there' and responsible.
Making sure of what has been shared and heard.
Dependable.
Thoughtful and reflective too.
Where are those...
With these traits today?
Where are they...
To show us the way?
Have they too felt much betrayed?
By those once trusted...
Crushed and now busted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Those Who Control and Create
those of us blessed enough
to control and create
be careful the choices we make
follow the guidance of
disciplined minds make wise choices
the elders
those voices guiding
along the path
intelligent questions
loving hearts open minds
wisdom navigating options steaming
let the angels fly offering gifts
to the world
services provided life
the best way to fill our time
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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We R In Control
We control the data banks
We control the think tanks
We control the flow of air.
Were controlling traffic lights
We control computer flights
We control the chief of staff.
We control the tv sky
We control the fbi
We control the flow of heat.
Computer age in harms way.
We will prevail and perform our function
C.c.t.b.
Were controlling
Were controlling
We control.
Were controlling
We control.
We control.
We control you floor to floor
We control you door to door
Were controlling while you sleep
Computer age in harms way.
We will prevail and perform our function
C.c.t.b.
Computer age in harms way.
We will prevail and perform our function
C.c.t.b.
We are in control, we are in control, we are in control.
We are in control, we are in control, we are in control.
We are in control, we are in control, we are in control.
We are in control, we are in control, we are in control.
Chemical computer thinking battery.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Controlling All
It is The Lord God who chooses, every doctor that He uses,
To treat the cancer deep in me, to heal my dreaded infirmity;
And with allowing each procedure, this for certain, I am sure,
Granting grace along the way, for every single hospital stay.
He directs my path with grace, dictating every doctor’s pace,
Never allowing what might be, controlling what is best for me,
When His providence did override, the procedure was denied,
Surely not the doc’s first choice, God trumps the doc’s voice.
Such has been the way of God, on this present journey I trod,
Along the journey with my wife, while in the autumn of our life,
A journey that wasn’t our choice, but, in God we could rejoice,
For God holds us in His hand, in times difficult to understand.
With another procedure behind, we in God had peace of mind,
With God’s peace in our heart, knowing Christ wouldn’t depart,
Who, is that light upon our path, through all and any aftermath,
We, not knowing what’s ahead, lean upon Jesus Christ instead.
With more ahead down the road, God will help lighten our load,
As we cast all burdens to Him, Christ gives us His peace within,
And with decisions yet to be made, at His feet they can be laid,
While we lean upon Jesus Christ, through all the trials in our life.
(Copyright ©01/2012)
No Weapons Or Wars Won Can Impress
A misunderstanding occurs,
Throughout one's life...
When it is believed they maintain,
A controlling done over others.
And no weapons or wars won can impress.
Mother Nature seems always to find a way,
To display great warmth and intensity of feeling...
When there are those who choose to forget,
The only controlling to be done...
Is when Mother Nature decides to do it.
And...
With a dismantling of everything,
That seems to be suitable and effective.
To prevent 'Her' directive,
As enforced to command.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let What's To Be...Be!
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove...
To those who approve.
Just...
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto endlessly.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold every single belief.
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove.
Just...
Don't be rude.
Be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold beliefs.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold all your beliefs.
Be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decisions
In our lives, we make
an enormous amount of decisions.
Some are wise,
while others are not.
Some are thought out,
while others are on
the spur of the moment.
It is these decisions
that normally cause us
the most pain
because we examine them
time and again.
Did we make the right one,
or would it have been better
not to make one at all.
As some decisions cannot be reversed
after, they have been made.
19 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Decisions
Decisions, decisions
Options and choices
That signify our freedom
But make life more difficult
All the same
But what would life be without
Decisions?
Would it be a meangless
Tangle of days after days?
A predetermined boring
Routine?
They make make life hard
But they can make it
So much better
Choices will come and go
But the decisions
Stay the same
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These Jewels Have Been Misused
Sometimes in the back winds that blow...
I can hear my ancestors voices.
I sense their struggles and pain to maintain.
I see those same strains on faces of my color!
And I think of how these jewels have been so misused.
And it is said I am embittered.
I carry anger on my back like an overnight pack!
Pacing to dump it somewhere.
Disliking what my choices are!
Well...
I never saw my mama or my poppa jumping with glee
Wiping beads of sweat from their brows!
Their parents capture that picture!
I heard my daddy and mother saying what wasn't right.
And at Christmastime they would argue and fight...
Over why too much was to give with too little to none!
How I reminisce the fun years.
I admit I see injustice.
I admit I have to wade through a pool of ignorance.
I agree what I see I have taken personally.
I agree when folks stare at me I get a little annoyed...
Especially when I say hello and they say 'NO THING'!
That slightly gets me nudged to the 'edge'
And I agree hearing young people calling themselves
Out of their names and bring their mamas in it...
Kinda stands the hair on my back straight up!
BUT...
I do agree,
I have a lot to work on controlling my tolerance for BS!
It's at an all time low!
And I'm not going to go crazy about it.
I am alot like my grandfather.
He would go outside to the garage,
And begin to fix the engine of a truck he had,
For years!
At least for fifteen or twenty years,
I saw my grandfather work on the same engine.
I saw that truck move one time!
My uncles, cousins and I were pushing it...
And he was behind the wheel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run Away
(eric carmen)
She was just an average blue-eyed
Golden high school dream
An illusion nothing real could ever touch
Funny love seemed so much more intense
At seventeen
When I knew shed never love me
Half as much
I recall the desperate vow I made
I must find a way somehow to win her heart
Ive got to make her mine
Gonna run away
Till I prove that Im a man
Gonna run away
Be the best I know I can
Got to run away
Got to find my space and time
And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine
Trades were made for promises
Of a timeless memory
And I knew but still refused to comprehend
The fantasy more glamorous
Then she could ever be
Was the course of least resistance
In the end
I recall the desperate vow I made
I must find a way somehow to win her heart
Ive got to make her mine
Gonna run away
Till I prove that Im a man
Gonna run away
Be the best I know I can
Got to run away
Got to find my space and time
And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine
Long ago an innocence
Lived deep within my soul
In a yesterday where love
And dreams remain
But disillusion clouds my eyes
And the winter takes its toll
For the spring has gone
And will not come again
I recall the desperate vow I made
I must find a way somehow to win her heart
Ive got to make her mine
Gonna run away
Till I prove that Im a man
Gonna run away
Be the best I know I can
Got to run away
Got to find my space and time
And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine
Got to run away
Got to find my space and time
And I cannot rest a day until I make her mine
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Mysterious
Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: no way of controlling my body; mysterious
You touch me that way, my souls of above
When we say goodbye
Theres now turning back for love
R: now I think its time to make the floor burn!
A: no way of controlling my body; mysterious
You touch me that way, my souls of above
When we say goodbye
Theres now turning back for love
R: cant you see now what I am saying
The beat is rough and I aint playing
Mysterious things we like to know
Secret things that you never showed
A vision of something youre driving for
You gave me the key and I opened the door
Theres something between us, you and me
cause your love is like a unsolved mystery
A: a mystery is what you are to me
R: you keep me guessing, I feel like stressing
All the time yeah you blow my mind
I dont know what I am searching for
Everytime youre around, youre asking for more
Im interested to know what you are all about
Youre the only on without a doubt
Youve got me acting so delirious
Everything about you girl; mysterious
R: something you want to figure out but you dont know how? mysterious
R: you move mysterious
You look mysterious
You are mysterious
So mysterious
A: no way of controlling my body; mysterious
You touch me that way, my souls of above
When we say goodbye
Theres now turning back for
No way of controlling my body; mysterious
You touch me that way, my souls of above
When we say goodbye
Theres now turning back for
R: love
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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