Empty Vessels
Maneuvering around empty vessels,
Poses a daily challenge...
For one who has commanded,
With an insight.
Daylight is the best time,
To advance an enhancement.
But protecting one's path...
Could result in sleepless nights.
A sinking of many,
Has occurred without clear vision.
No one appears...
To be steering at their helms.
Although voices can be heard,
Celebrating in the darkness.
A struggle ensues...
To find them unrecognizing the purpose of dawn.
Or the quality of the Sun,
Energizing with a refreshened arising...
To restore and renew!
As viewed on the horizon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daylight
All of the nights when the light was low and day seemed so far away
Darkness was endless and i kept seeing ghosts turn in shades of grey
I wanted to see things just the way they used to be
Don't want those shadows hanging over me
Daylight, i wanna see daylight
Wanna see daylight that shines all around
Daylight, i wanna see clear blue light
Wanna see daylight that shines all around
Hours and hours in towers on the back road of tragedy
Voices are calling and fingers come on crawling all over me
Then when i sit up and my hands begin to shake
Suddenly there i see the dawn break
Only one thing keeping me sane, oh
song performed by by Asia
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SleepLess Nights
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Tossing and turning
Too much on my mind
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Laying awake staring
At the celing
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
So tired I cant move
So tired I can't sleep
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
When will dreams come?
poem by Autumn Winds
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I Think I Understand
Daylight falls upon the path, the forest falls behind
Today I am not prey to dark uncertainty
The shadow trembles in its wrath, Ive robbed its blackness blind
And tasted sunlight as my fear came clear to me
I think I understand
Fear is like a wilderland
Stepping stones or sinking sand
Now the way leads to the hills, above the steeples chime
Below me sleepy rooftops round the harbor
Its there Ill take my thirsty fill of friendship over wine
Forgetting fear but never disregarding her
Oh, I think I understand
Fear is like a wilderland
Stepping stones and sinking sand
Sometimes voices in the night will call me back again
Back along the pathway of a troubled mind
When forests rise to block the light that keeps a traveler sane
Ill challenge them with flashes from a brighter time
Oh, I think I understand
Fear is like a wilderland
Stepping stones or sinking sand
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Sleepless Nights
Through these sleepless nights
i cry for you
And wonder who
is kissing you
Oh these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
Somehow through the days
I don't give in
I hide my tears
That wait within
Oh but then through sleepless nights
I cry again
Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you
I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me
Why did you go ?
Why did you go ?
Don't you know ?
Don't you know ?
I need you
I keep hoping you'll come back to me
Oh let it be
Please let it be
Oh, my love, please end
These sleepless nights for me
My love, please end these sleepless nights for me
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Mist Dismissed
Hope rune reads, deeds renew
true vision reaching through
mist myths, tunes time and place
outside imposed curfew,
restraints which block clear view,
discovers overview,
serenity and space.
Vast vista orange, blue
surpasses déjà vu,
deeds jaded joy erase.
Through intuition's clue
few challenge, none conspue,
line draw, find answers to
empower state of grace.
'Unto oneself stay true! '
flows naturally, on cue,
when 'Brave New World' we face.
Temptations one must rue,
defy, deny, subdue,
prepare just rendezvous
from Kent to Katmandu,
tomorrow's freedoms trace.
To fill hole darkness drew,
advance, direction new
seeds need to tap fresh base,
set doubts behind, review
trust in insight's flight. Who
would counter fate should do
what's needed to replace
uncertainties askew
crass ignorance which grew
through hesitance, disgrace.
Bid bluff, defeat, adieu
let principles, virtue,
encourage fresh debuts
eschewing actions base.
Dark phase ends, one, free, starts, hope turns to find
spark gaze sends sun, heart charts scope, learns true mind
© Jonathan Robin 2 August 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dancing With Insanity
Intellectualizing their own defeat,
With increased double talk...
And selective sound bites,
Has decreased their effectiveness.
And it is clear to those listening,
How insignificant these prolonged mental tests.
They are counting on the many,
Not so few to be fools.
This daily grind they find amusing...
Subjects them as their own enemies,
By the use of their own rules and defective tools.
And even those they have pested into wars,
Have never feared them at all.
Leaving the ones who once blindly followed them into battle...
To dare dropp their pretentions to call these morons, idiots!
But no one knew they could have saved their quality of life,
Resources and sleepless nights...
By acknowledging them not to be suspected morons.
But identifiable idiots,
In the first place!
Taking clues from those observing this twisted self infliction,
Watching them all dancing with insanity and being egocentric!
Doing their best to stop the tick tock heard,
Coming from their own clocks!
Envisioning themselves feasting as conquerers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck In Doubtful Visions
Jobs coming and created...
Will instill an appreciation,
For the infrastructure...
Long depreciated.
And disciplined these millions will be.
Trained to respect...
The 'We Can' vision,
President Obama expects.
A fresh horizon is what's next!
Changes to all aspects,
Of a way of life many neglected.
Come!
And everyone,
Will do their part...
With a deeper understanding.
Felt in their minds and hearts.
A new dawn will find many,
Clinging on...
To their mops and brooms,
To make room for it when it appears.
Making it clear to those,
Stuck in doubtful visions...
As they sweep in a uniformed awareness.
Executed like nothing known before!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purposeful Surrender
As you empty self for the Lord, blessing by Him will be poured,
Upon the others in your life, as you faithfully serve Jesus Christ,
As you empty your fleshly will, the void, The Holy Spirit shall fill,
With the things God will need, with surrender to The Spirit’s lead.
In the light of what John had said, regarding Christ, in His stead,
When Believers do become less, The Lord God begins to bless,
As Christ then becomes more, blessings around us He will pour,
When we move aside for Christ, to be God’s vessels, in this life.
So we must purpose in our heart, to God’s surrender at the start,
To become God’s vessel for, Jesus Christ, Who becomes more,
While we remain just who we are, as we serve God, near and far,
Making our purpose and intent, pleasing to God, as we are sent.
When we empty our self, for Him, of all our ways, tainted by sin,
God then fills us with new desire, with a new vision that is higher,
When in Christ, we become less, He gives to us eternal purpose,
As we submit to Christ our Lord, service for us God shall afford.
With Christ, less becomes more, as God shall open a new door,
A new door of service in His way, as Christ leads us day to day,
For service to God is not about us, but our Savior, Christ Jesus,
Who fills us with His Holy Word, to be poured till all have heard.
(Copyright ©12/2009)
Dawn Finally Arises
Anyone who has ever remained persistent,
With a fluid consistency...
Has met some opposition.
And is familiar with negativity.
It takes the gritting of teeth.
And the biting of nails,
To prevail even when failure may be in sight.
With a nipping at the heels of one refusing defeat.
And suddenly it seems,
That nothing but nightmares...
Have come to replace hopes and dreams,
When dawn finally arises to clear a bright horizon.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
It looks much different,
From rumors fed...
Of a dawn that would never turn on.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness it to see,
For myself.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
It looks much different,
From rumors fed...
Of a dawn that would never turn on.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness it to see,
For myself.
It looks a lot different,
The dawn!
When it is witnessed,
The dawn!
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness and to see it,
For myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm 39
What's the purpose of writing down something,
So as not to forget
When doing so is forgotten,
And remembering it one quits!
Or...
How about this one,
Looking for a sock that is in your hand?
And walking around with it,
Then throwing it in the trash can!
Not saying I've done this...
But I know these things 'someone' has done!
Afterall,
In my mind I still think I'm 39!
And I'm sure the day will come when I am reminded,
I will soon be 61!
'That' too 'someone' will put into the trashcan to find!
I'm celebrating anniversaries these days.
And I'll be celebrating my twenty-second time,
Of being 39!
THAT I do remember!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Angels
Theres an angel on a ribbon
Hanging from the armoire door
Theres a cupid with his feet crossed
On the bird cage by the door
Theres a baby angel drummer
His eyes are open wide
And two more tiny cherubs
On the mantle side by side
Too many angels
Have seen me crying
Too many angels
Have heard you lying
There are photographs of children
All in their silver frames
On the window sills and tabletops
Lit by candle flames
And upon their angel faces
Lifes expectations climb
Where the moment has preserved them
From the ravages of time
Too many angels
Have seen me crying
Too many angels
Have heard you lying
Bring the morning on
Voices sing of day
I want to step out in the morning sun
Through the flood of tears
I want this darkness gone
Your sweet face appears
These apparitions coming one by one
But theres no end in sight
Only the dead of night
And too many angels
Too many angels
Have seen me crying
Too many angels
Have heard you lying
Too many angels
Bring the morning on
Voices sing of day
I want to step out in the morning sun
Through the flood of tears
I want to greet the dawn
Cast away these fears
Forget about the things we could have done
Bring the morning on
Voices sing of day
I want to watch the children as they run
Through the broken years
I want this darkness gone
Your sweet face appears
These apparitions coming one by one
But theres no end in sight
Only the dead of night
And too many angels
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Behind The Wall
Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all
Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all
And when they arrive
They say they can't interfere
With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes
Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said
"I'm here to keep the peace
Will the crowd disperse
I think we all clould use some sleep"
Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all
song performed by by Tracy Chapman from Tracy Chapman
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A time and wounds
Time and wounds heal with passage
This is important and very good message
We can run the life the smoothly and manage
This wisdom can come only with the age
Life is not smooth journey
It has to be spent with good company
Family and friends may stand by and accompany
it may pass of peacefully and smoothly
we have witnessed many ups and down
little set back make us upset and frown
Generally we tend to take it as challenge
We extract some benefit and mileage
We die and survive each moment
There is constant improvement and movement
We seek good passage one after another
Many times we escape unhurt by flicker
Life is to be considered as passing phase
It must be lead with curiosity and at ease
If it is spent in luxury then we may not know
Many challenges even if given or thrown
The long struggle has worn us out
We may be phasing compete rout
We will find no way coming through
This is test of time and very true
I would still appreciate and stand
For putting brave front and keeping the trend
As life is just beginning and not the end
There is always scope for improvement or to mend
There has to be clear emphasis
This must for very good basis
The time may emerge with thin phase
We must be aware and ready to win the race
You may sail through and reach the shore
You must have forsight and vision to explore
You must have appetite for more and more
This is how life is to be understood and stand for
You must have clear goal and ideal
It should be looked upon as real
There is no alternative or short cut
Best efforts have to be put
The river path is not created I a day
It has taken very long way
She might have dried out before reaching
Still she has not left the path for searching
You may face hurdles or road blocks
The path may develop several cracks
It may look also hazardous and dangerous
It may be countless or numerous
Let it be taken as prime responsibility
We have sense and full ability
It has to be with some purpose and aim
We may be then in position to claim
So let us find some solution
Think surely and pass the resolution
That may ultimately prevail at the end
The world may be liked by us as friend
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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November
November;
One of those months
caught in the middle
between two seasons
Split down
into two's
Like daylight
and darkness
'Always feels like home
in twilight,
and just before the dawn
before the birds song'
A time that never lasted
too long
November is warm
thunderstorms at night...
frozen water at dawn.
Sullen lead gray mornings
swallowed by the cold
empty afternoon's sunshine.
November then slumbers with
it's blanket of darkness
in frozen silence
no solace...just solitude
poem by Midnights Voice
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No Time Did I Waste In Perfecting Deception
When you finally discover,
Those places I've been...
What will you think of me then?
I often wonder about the path you are on.
The careful steps you've taken...
To make sure what you do
Is right and not wrong!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
I did not have those comforts.
No tour guide in my life!
I have made my way through 'this'.
In complete darkness.
With just my faith and a followed insight.
Clouds of doubts covered my sleepless nights,
And frightened...
Sometimes.
But I continued on.
Knowing my sighing,
Did not prevent my eyes from crying!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
When you finally discover,
Those places I've been...
What will you think of me then?
Will you embrace the fact that I did not pretend?
All that I've done,
Has made it easier for you now to find!
Since that journey you have embarked upon,
Is the one I paved and cleared!
The one that nearly drove me out of my mind!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
Remember those times you said I was lazy?
Well I hope my achievements don't drive you crazy!
Since your reputation,
Has been secretly built on the back of my efforts!
And those who weren't aware...
Just look at you and stare,
With a glare that is shared.
But not smothered in love!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never to Reopen
Serious I am,
About my life.
The people in it.
And what I do.
I give any way that I can.
And when the reception,
Of what I have to give...
Is not taken as seriously,
When taken.
Since no fluff do I leave.
Or intend to be perceived that way...
A door closes!
Never to reopen.
I am not on this mission,
To fantasize my deeds.
Or journey on a path wishful thinking.
I've stumbled too many times to get up.
To stand to fall and crawl.
Not caring if it is done in broad daylight!
I have no shame to claim...
Or will carry!
I am here to proclaim my existence.
Not to have it dismissed,
By nonesense doers and their shallowness.
And there are just too many of them...
Wanting but not doing what it takes,
To get things done.
And maneuvering...
Through that kind of indecisiveness,
On a daily basis,
Keeps the mind exhausted.
With thoughts of wishing to please.
Not me!
There are too many unconscious,
Throwing their emotions all around.
And I am not here to catch anyone's pity.
I've pulled myself out of that kind of darkness.
Serious I am,
About my life.
The people in it.
And what I do.
I give any way that I can.
And IF I can't?
I don't!
I close down.
But...
I'm always there and open,
For the ones I want around!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dipping in the waters
Why have you become less outwardly vocal these days?
'You try maneuvering through a bunch of spineless jellyfish,
With stingers that quietly sting when commanded.
And enjoy calling themselves teamplayers,
To advance social agendas.'
Well...
I wondered why I hadn't seen you,
Dipping in the waters.
'I'm seeking to swim were I know it is less poisonous.'
Good luck.
Many areas have become contaminated,
With the training of sharks that smile before they bite.
Just to get the attention for doing it.
Regardless of who it is that gets bittened.
No loyalty from them does 'anyone' get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sleepless Nights
Through the sleepless nights
I cry for you
And wonder who
Is kissing you
Oh, these sleepless nights
Will brake my heart in two
Somehow, through the day
I dont give in
I hide the tears
That wait within
Oh, these sleepless nights
Will break my heart again
Why did you go?
Oh, why did you go?
Dont you know, dont you know
I need you?
Through the sleepless nights
I cry for you
And wonder who
Is kissing you
Oh, these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
Oh, oh, oh, oh, these sleepless nights
Will break my heart in two
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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At Midnight
At midnight,
When you sit in preparation...
To slither with a venomed tongue.
I will be there aware and cautioned...
Of the blood you wish to suck dry,
From anyone you can sting to stun...
As a valued standard you have welcomed.
Happily you dress to impress...
Before the Sun comes to shine.
To splatter as you chatter with anyone,
With a clearing of skies arising.
As a dawn arriving on the horizon comes.
To announce,
As you will...
How sleepless you have been,
In the fulfillment of delivering...
Your deeds to unsuspecting victims.
And you and I will make eye contact!
As you wonder how it was...
I managed to escape!
From a vicious backstabbing,
You were certain upon me make.
But I...
Have been freed,
From the fake smiling crowd...
You've embraced to partake,
In the doings of your misdeeds.
At midnight,
I am prepared to defend against...
Those creatures that slither in masquerade.
Using darkness to undo those thought,
To sleep defenseless in an inncocence...
Snakes believe easy to take.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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