Excuses With Exits
If honesty is something you rather not deal with.
And truth frightens you?
You and I will never see eye to eye.
Excuses with exits are your main focus.
With disappearing acts an attraction.
And participating in a seance to locate your 'spirit'...
Does not appeal.
Not for the realities I seek to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Main Attraction
J. Spinks
I bet you'd like this seat tonight
It's not a show you'll see on Sundays
If you should blink just once or twice
You might need this piece of advice
You'll never get another chance
Don't take your eyes away for nothing
The main attractions's gonna start
This ain't no place to be weak hearted
The main attraction's on tonight
So don't forget to turn the lights down
I thought I'd seen it all before
Something tells me don't be so sure
Anticipation on my mind
I can't imagine what she'll do this time
It seems more special thaneffect
And this show isn't even over yet
The main attraction's still to come
She's just a teaser whe she's starting
The main attraction's on tonight
So don't forget turn out the light
I'd like to see if you're for real
So can't we make some kind of deal yeah
You say there's no such word as can't
Making you the girl that I'd want
Let's get this intro out of the way
It can wait until another day
The main attraction's coming up
And you ain't leaving 'till it's over
The main attraction's on tonight
So don't forget to turn the lights out
The main attraction's on tonight
So don't forget turn out the light
song performed by by Outfield
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Nothing To Do With Their Active Involvement
A 'knowing' takes observation.
With a growing of a comprehension,
That connects with effectiveness.
Many have chosen to accept this,
As the main ingredient to their happiness.
Those affected by what is observed,
But reject the obvious as cause and reason...
Live in spaces they believe invisible.
With a series or excuses and denials,
From them sent to dispute a truth meant.
And a clarity that has been heaven sent?
Well...
Folks can not perceive in their daily routines,
Truth like this breaks through walls of cement.
There is something that can be said,
About those who try to escape...
From what they dread.
And it is all in their heads...
Cushioned by delusion,
That the appearance of what is...
Isn't for them to be experienced.
Nor Has it 'anything' or nothing at all,
To do with their active involvement.
And as long as they inhibit and reside within it,
Participating...
There is a belief they keep pieces of it concealed.
And 'this' is believed by those with this perception,
They alone have choices
To pick and choose their own realities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Main Attraction
There's a light
At the end of the tunnel
It's rock and roll
There's no fight
Words into action
Your life is your own
The tarp is rising
Take the thunder
And show us your home
I say
We celebrate it
We generate it
The main attraction
Satisfaction guaranteed to rock the chains that bind you
Oh whoa-whoa!
You can fate
Your time has come
To feel the need
Don't be safe
The sky is the limit
No need to retreat
So take your best shot
And place your bet on what you know
(God can tell you)
The stage is set now
You've got to know how
For
The main attraction
Satisfaction guaranteed to rock the chains that bind you
The main attraction
Your reaction guaranteed to leave your tracks behind you
In the end
We'll stand in the spotlight
We are the show
(Here we go)
We'll defend
Here's our performance
It's all we know
We capture the moment
Power and glory is ours to hold
(And you never let go)
It's a celebration
The instigation
It's
The main attraction
Satisfaction guaranteed to rock the chains that bind you
The main attraction
Your reaction guaranteed to leave your tracks behind you
Main attraction
Satisfaction
The main attraction
Your reaction
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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The Truth in Grit
Some don't know any better,
some just choose the long road
despite its hardship.
Gravel has a certain appeal
that diamonds never could.
There's an honesty and truth
to its raw form.
No flashy, false exteriors-
just honesty and truth in grit.
poem by Stephenie VanCampJones
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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Quick Exits
Of course I can be cordial.
Respectful and show tact.
I would never expose anything more...
When in public,
And that's a fact.
I want others to feel I can be approached.
With an empathetic ear,
Prepared to listen.
With a patience endearing...
And abundantly bestowed.
Although...
When it becomes time,
For me to protect my peace of mind...
I'll take off any mask I'm wearing.
To make it easy for anyone...
To locate my definition,
Of quick exits!
As I can define and exhibit.
With a disappearance,
Clear of interference...
From any atmosphere I leave.
While others may choose to socialize...
Some are quite surprised,
I'm not out seeking popularity.
Sometimes the idea of it frightens me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes Desire
It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
Demanding one be patient,
With self first and others too!
And none of this includes spending time in denial.
Sometimes a little blood has to drop.
To get folks to start believing in themselves.
This should be easier than it is!
But...
So many give up.
And become discouraged.
And discouragement can be found anywhere.
As long as there are those who seek weaknesses,
And defeat expressed from others.
They will be there.
Cheering this on.
To keep their fears dependent...
And giving them a sense of belonging.
It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
And to pull away with strength,
From those who would prefer
To keep the state of one's mind weak!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clear Description
I am going to be me.
I suggest you do the same.
Or locate someone,
To help you find yourself.
Once you have given them,
A clear description.
And that may take some time,
For that to be defined.
Especially when so many,
Rely on familiar and similar minds!
And breaking away,
From that kind of programming...
Is a challenge to be empathized.
But not to stop and wallow...
In a sobbing sympathy!
If someone is not healing,
By the acceptance of the real deal...
Today.
When reality is taxfree?
And they still have no identity,
That is trusted with truth and honesty?
They can forget it.
They will never recognize themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Less Talk And A Lot More Action
I was getting kinda tired of her endless chatter
Nothing I could say ever seemed to matter
So I took a little drive just to clear my head
I saw a flashing neon up ahead
It looked like a place to find some satisfaction
With a little less talk and a lot more action
I paid the man at the door and pushed my way to the bar
Shouted for a drink over a screaming guitar
A drunk on a stool tried to mess with my head
But I didn't even listen to a word he said
I knew somewhere amid all this distraction
Was a little less talk and a lot more action
A little less talk if you please
A lot more loving is what I need
Let's get on down to the main attraction
With a little less talk and a lot more action
Well she was fighting them off at a corner table
She had a longneck bottle she was peeling the label
The look on her face it was perfectly clear
She said somebody please get me out of here
The look she shot me through the glass refraction
Said a little less talk and a lot more action
A little less talk if you please
A lot more loving is what I need
Let's get on down to the main attraction
With a little less talk and a lot more action
A little less talk
A lot more loving
Let's get on down to the main attraction
With a little less talk and a lot more action
Get on down to the main attraction
With a little less talk and a lot more action
song performed by by Toby Keith from Toby Keith
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Scavenger Hunt
It is important to them.
Why aren't you participating?
'It's been important for the past 50 years.
And what is clear to them now,
Has faded from my top ten long ago.
Oil and water just does not mix.
Even when vinegar has been applied to it.
No matter how 'sweet' those rancid apples use to appear.
Now that those who have grown older,
Find deceit and their dishonesty losing appeal.
They want to quote scriptures.
With an undying love to uplift their fellowmen.
As if the bitterness they've consciously inflicted,
Is going to vaporize and disappear.
I prefer not to be exposed to that much magic.
Pretense is important to them.
They wouldn't recognize truth or reality,
If lit with neon lights in a clear night sky!
Everything about them has been fantasized.
They are mutants of affectations.
And fearing anything that remotely exposes truth.
That's why I am not participating,
To uncover the 'known' in such a 'scavenger hunt'.
I've forgiven.
But not yet stupid enough to forget.'
It's just a reunion!
'Of what? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Truth Is Faced
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.
Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.
'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pray
Pray all are ripe for Truth we speak,
And the Spirit moves on all we seek,
As we share Eternal Truth with them,
This, while we seek to reach all men.
Pray that those men whom we reach,
Will see The Truth in what we preach,
And that they may come to Salvation,
Through sharing of God’s Revelation.
Pray also that those who here us talk,
Will see God’s Truth in our daily walk,
And that they reflect on what we say,
When seeing it, lived out day by day.
Pray that Believers can be that Light,
As the world becomes dark as night,
Like the lighthouse by a roaring sea,
To direct all others towards Eternity.
Friends, let’s pray as we live our life,
That all see not us, but Jesus Christ,
As God uses folks like you and me,
To lead men to the cross of Calvary.
(Copyright ©10/2008)
Some Prefer To Keep It Frozen
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
Unfortunately...
Not everyone welcomes this gift to receive.
With a keeping it under wraps.
To pack away in one's attic.
Or...
Stored in one's basement.
To leave it frozen in a freezer,
With a thawing no one will ever see at all.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
Honesty can be that one gift received,
To be quickly unwrapped to wear.
With a daring that is flaunted.
And exposing it to everyone,
To prove a truth living within...
Exists and is shown everywhere.
But,
Left corrupted...
A shocking honesty can awe.
To be abducted.
Shocking honesty can awe.
With none conducted.
A shocking honesty can awe.
And...
Leaving it to freeze,
Never to thaw.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
A shocking honesty and truth can awe.
Some prefer to keep frozen,
Never to thaw.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pearls of Truth
Be careful with whom you dine, as not to cast your pearls to swine,
People who shoot from the hip, when we select men for fellowship.
As believes actions must coincide, with the Spirit who dwells inside,
Reacting to cause God no shame, departing from all who the same.
Spiritually discerning we must be, when sharing the Truth of Eternity,
Though we know some very well, we’re different as Heaven and Hell.
Even some very dear to our heart, regarding God we stand far apart,
And sharing God’s pearls of Truth, only invites scoffing and reproof.
But, God above will bridge the gap, as we follow the Believer’s Map,
Which is the Eternal Word of God, as we travel upon the earthly sod,
On a journey to a Heavenly home, prepared by Christ, to be our own,
Eager to bring others with us friend, before this journey sees its end.
Following God’s guide from above, we must show our enemies love,
As The Lord’s Spirit works in them, we should seek to be their friend,
As God’s soldiers of the Cross, we are on a journey to seek the lost,
Allowing God to lead the way, as the Spirit gives us the words to say.
So when others see we truly care, God’s pearls of Truth we can share,
As their hearts become open to, God’s Truth, that saved me and you.
We just need to be prepared, for when men want God’s pearls shared,
And God’s Spirit will do all the rest, when we just do for God our best.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
Jesus Is The Main Man
Jesus is the main man.
That's it.
No more comments!
Jesus is the main man.
You can zip your parted lips, now!
Jesus is the main man.
Forget those pity stops at pits.
Jesus is the main man.
This you 'must' admit, now!
Jesus is the main man.
That's it.
No more comments on it made...
To degrade or say what else may fit.
Jesus is the main man.
Know this,
And get lifted quick!
Jesus is the main man.
Understand this as best you can.
Jesus is the main man.
Commanded when you pray,
Now!
Jesus is the main man.
That's it...
No need for further comments on it!
Jesus is the main man.
He's like a gift one gets,
To share unlimited!
Jesus is the main man.
It's hard to sit still,
When something received
Is known
To be real!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Not Going to Play With Me Today
You are so far removed from my to do list.
So distant you are,
My binoculars can not locate you.
I never thought I would feel this way.
But I am looking for a mind easier to find.
And yours?
It is never where you claim it to be,
Even when you bring it.
Playing peek-a-boo and hide and seek...
Chase-me-until-you-find-me games,
Were fine when I was a 'kid' in my 40's!
But one of us has grayed and moved on...
To seek a more muture outlook that pleases.
Don't smile and grin.
You are not that far from the fringes of this explanation.
Well...
Maybe you are.
When some of us became adults...
You decided to take another destination.
And I'm not adding that to my frustrations.
Of which you have helped to manifest.
You are so far removed from my to do list.
So distant you are,
My binoculars can not locate you.
I never thought I would feel this way.
But I am looking for a mind easier to find.
And yours?
It is never where you claim it to be,
Even when you bring it.
You are 'not' going to play with me today.
I have run out of scotch.
And my neighbors are not yet quite convinced...
My standing on the ledge of the building,
Is to get away from your voice.
They believe I have other wishes.
Even though I tell them I am fine...
You tell them I am having problems.
But you never tell them you are the main one!
They think I am the one who is 'nuts'!
However...
Five minutes with you,
Should end any clues I might drop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wise Men Still Seek Souls
The purpose of the True Church of God is to always seek out the lost,
And share with them the life changing Gospel, whatever be the cost.
Although the history of The Church is filled with gaps and lulls,
The truth throughout has always been, that wise men still seek souls.
After believing and accepting God's unmerited Gift of Salvation,
Sharing this Truth with the lost, is every Christian's obligation.
You too were once lost like your neighbor, without any Hope indeed,
However, someone who knew, took the time and planted a tiny seed.
Then The Lord used someone just like you, to water it a tiny bit,
And then in your heart, through someone's love, a tiny fire was lit.
Now using The Spirit, through people and ways we do not know,
That little tiny fire, that once was a seed, truly started to grow.
The Lord's Love and The Spirit's work, helped it continue to grow,
Then your life, and your appearance, took on a whole new glow.
As He grew from within, The Spirit shaped and kindled the fire,
Into a challenge and a love, which birthed a new found desire.
The new found desire is to share The Gospel with all whom you meet,
Because one day very soon, we shall all bow at Christ's Feet.
So my friend, could this be the day for you to reset your goals,
For wise men have and will always be lead to seek out lost souls.
(Copyright © 05/2002)
A Granting Of An Escape
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes...
To find fault to place blame on others,
With a granting of an escape.
When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes.
And when will people awaken,
To discover their dishonesty...
Offers their children,
No respect or identity.
Or a dignity they pride for the rest of their lives.
What will it take...
For those with pretentions to have them erased?
More hiding places?
Or the appearance of guilty looks,
Adorning their pitiful faces?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Them Have Their Tea With Crumpets
Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
He...
Wishes to present to them realities.
And they...
Were raised to feed on fantasies.
With praise they wish the world,
Continues to see.
That greatness hyped with hypocrisy!
But those who have chosen to sip their tea,
Even without him leading them...
Can not believe nor accept,
A change is evident.
With a coming to them that is direct.
Because on just 'credit'...
The economy bleeds.
And those who now seethe,
Are the ones who depleted it!
Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
And without his honesty...
They perceive a boundless gluttony,
Will and can come back again.
'What about the thieves?
Who holds them accountable,
For their activities? '
Sssshhh...
That is part of the reality,
They rather see erased from them to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Denial
Here I am in a house full of doors but no exits
In a light that is grey like the stain on my windows
All of this is a gift, such a painful companion
Inside of me
Its just something I know, the answers not there
It comes and it goes and it frightens me
Its just something I know, the answers not there
It comes and it goes and it frightens me
This feeling inside me cant confront the decay
To fall down on my knees and resume this charade
Believe me, this distance, its not what I need
Inside of me
Its another story, some of it is blurred
I tried to understand him, I tried so hard
Time worked so well upon us inside of me
Inside my soul, inside my soul
Time worked so well upon us
Inside of me, inside my soul
Inside of me, inside my soul
song performed by by New Order
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