Expectations Not Anticipated
Don't address it.
That's the easiest way,
Something that is needed to be said...
Never gets delivered.
And keeping an intention meant,
With a content...
Eventually becomes meaningless.
Until someone mentions,
They have been waiting...
With expectations not anticipated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Good As New
Ill never know why I had to go
Why I had to put up such a lousy rotten show
Boy, I was tough, packing all my stuff
Saying I dont need you anymore, Ive had enough
And now, look at me standing here again cause I found out that
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma my life is here
Gotta have you near
As good as new, my love for you
And keeping it that way is my intention
As good as new and growing too
Yes, I think its taking on a new dimension
Its as good as new, my love for you
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God its true
Darling, we were always meant to stay together
Feel like a creep, never felt so cheap
Never had a notion that my love could be so deep
How could I make such a dumb mistake
Now I know Im not entitled to another break
But please, baby, I beg you to forgive cause I found out that
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma my life is here
Gotta get you near
As good as new, my love for you
And keeping it that way is my intention
As good as new and growing too
Yes, I think its taking on a new dimension
Its as good as new, my love for you
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God its true
Darling, we were always meant to stay together
I thought that our love was at an end but here I am again
As good as new, my love for you
And keeping it that way is my intention
As good as new and growing too
Yes, I think its taking on a new dimension
Its as good as new, my love for you
Just like it used to be and even better
As good as new, thank God its true
Darling, we were always meant to stay together
Yes the love I have for you feels as good as new
Darling, we were always meant to stay together
song performed by by ABBA
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Stranded At The Moonbase
A long way up in light-years,
Just a pinpoint in space,
In a century of planetary storms,
Stranded at the moonbase,
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
Looking out at the roof-window,
I've seen many strange things,
From shooting stars to Stars 'n' Stripes
Thought I'd caught a glimpse of golden wings.
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low.
I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.
Looking way down below me,
The worlds are all awhirl-whirly.
Won't you come along beside?
This place waits for company.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
I leave my limbs behind me.
As I'm being lifted
Out into the, into the
Spiritual boom-boom abyss.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Sent Back
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else deserving or not.
Or keep those feelings embittered,
With a harboring to become directed.
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to eventually become delivered...
Often arrive at the wrong address,
For no one there willing to accept.
Never wish something negative,
Upon someone else.
Or keep those feelings directed.
It 'is' difficult to forgive with a forgiveness given.
Yet...
Sometimes when messages like that,
Are sent to 'hopefully' become delivered...
Often undelieverable are these messages.
And sent back to create havoc upon the sender.
Where such feelings are kept anchored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Easiest Thing
Suddenly theres meaning
To all my hoping and dreaming
And joy I have never felt before
Suddenly theres a reason
Something I can believe in
And finally I know what my heart is for
This is the easiest thing to do
Yes the easiest thing to do
Its as simple and natural as
Breathing out and breathing in
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Suddenly Im weightless
Feel I could fly or walk on
With my feet never touching the ground
And I know Im not crazy
And now I know Im not sleeping
No the searching is over
And baby Ive found
This is the easiest thing to do
Its the easiest thing to do
Its as simple and as natural as
Breathing out and breathing in
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Suddenly the sadness is gone
And I dont have to tell myself
To struggle through
To carry on
This is the easiest thing to do
Its the easiest thing to do
Its as simple and as natural as
Breathing out and breathing in
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Written by stephanie lewis & rob mathes
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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The Eastiest Thing
Suddenly theres a meaning
To all my hoping and dreaming
And joy I have never felt before
Suddenly theres a reason
Something I can believe in
And finally I know what my heart is for
This is the easiest thing to do
Yes the easiest thing to do
Its as simple and as natural as
Breathing out and breathing in
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Suddenly Im weightless
Feel I could fly or could walk on
With my feet never touching the ground
And I know Im not crazy
No the searching is over
And baby Ive found
This is the easiest thing to do
Its the easiest thing to do
Its as simple and as natural as
Breathing out and breathing in
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Suddenly the sadness is gone
And I dont have to tell myself
To struggle through
To carry on
This is the easiest thing to do
Its the easiest thing to do
Its as simple and as natural as
Breathing out and breathing in
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
Yes the easiest thing is loving you
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Easily Taken To Exchange
Anyone telling me,
I've got to fight for what I believe in?
Only fool themselves.
I don't have to fight for anything,
That is mine.
Nor do I have to take it away.
It took me a long time to understand,
What I am given...
Had already been delivered and recognized as mine.
And anyone wishing to take away what is mine?
Certainly have not comprehended,
Who delivered to me what I have.
And the intention meant when it was given.
Anyone telling me,
I've got to fight for what I believe in?
Only fool themselves.
I don't have to fight for anything,
That is mine.
Nor do I have to take it away.
It's not that kind of 'gift' easily taken,
To exchange!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Concert-Impromptu
The following impromptu was delivered in the Methodist Church Concert, March, 1883.
It was expected that several announced in bills world take part, but from various
causes they were not present. We were unexpectedly requested to fill one of the
vacencies. Doctor Gardiner delivered an address, showing how he had triumphed o'er
the great snow drifts during the remarkably severe winter then passing away, that we
thought his courage and perseverance was worthy of being commemorated in verse; and
the music of the White Brothers though simple, is natural, touching and sweet, and
reaches the heart more easily than some of the highly artistic styles now in vogue,
on arising, we first gave some recitations from the Poets and concluded with the
following Impromptu. It was of course impossible for me to have anticipated any of
the above occurrences, as the Doctors speech took the turn it did from the remarks
of a previous speaker.
poem by James McIntyre
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I Chose With This Prose To Share
I could,
With this prose...
Ramble on,
Nonsensical.
And in doing so,
Seek content.
In a way I believe,
Would have intention meant.
But for some living foolishly,
Whatever another observes and perceives...
Would be for them a waste of print.
And that would be,
Their message sent.
Yet there come those days,
That separate themselves...
From events experienced,
Like none that have before been felt.
And with aging comes an acknowledgement...
Of an acceptance done,
As one awakens to enjoy each moment.
To appreciate with gratefulness...
An opportunity to address,
A growing enlightenment...
Arriving to inspire within one's consciousness.
I could,
With this prose...
Ramble on,
Nonsensical.
However...
It seems that in the making of sense,
Only those who have the time to do it...
Are the ones caring less,
To make attempts to convince!
And I chose with this prose,
To share a part of me I willfully expose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned To Focus On Limitations
The message that they are getting to hear,
Is not the message heard they wish preferred.
And, coincidentally, it is not the content of the message.
They oppose and object,
It is the messenger who states this message,
With an eloquence delivered to them
They reject.
And 'if' that messenger had represented,
One of them
They'd be more inclined to pay attention.
But of course,
They have been conditioned to focus
On limitations to impress.
And not use their ears for listening
To a message they should address.
The message that they are getting to hear,
Is not the message heard they wish preferred.
And, coincidentally, it is not the content of the message.
They oppose and object,
It is the messenger who states this message,
With an eloquence delivered to them
They reject.
And it is obvious to those who know,
As to why most ears are ignorantly closed.
They want to raise the bar 'their' way.
But not with 'this' one.
Who has come to play,
Hardball with decked cards regardless.
Of what others perceive another should say.
They want to have it their way.
Even though their way betrays and begins to fade,
Those days of one's pigmentation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivered To A Place That Dispenses Wings
Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.
And told they'd be there with us,
For the rest of our lives.
With a tolerance of them...
While others kept us suppressed.
As we continue to solicit,
A disrespecting done of our identities.
There is a need to awaken,
From this mental disease.
Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.
Well...
They are not,
Brandings of birth marks.
They are implications we kept...
With an expectation,
That one day if we stayed praying...
We would be delivered to a place,
That dispenses wings!
Dieing is a process!
Living the gift of life is a determination...
Some have refused to do,
Without the approval of acceptance.
From those sought to impress.
And if anyone has a need to ask,
To live a life that has been divinely given...
A praying done,
Is an unconscious routine.
Much like feeding an expectation,
That does not with 'intention' connect to the 'source'...
Through the doing of the process of living one's life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life On Mercury
If it had not once existed,
Could something without a history...
Become dependent permanently,
To fix and stick as if cement.
If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!
Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?
Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?
If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!
Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?
Everyday something new is claimed and named.
Everyday something new created,
Comes and remains.
And everyday we find something new to entertain.
If it had not once existed,
Could something without a history...
Become dependent permanently,
To fix and stick as if cement.
Anything is possible,
If it's craved as a sentiment.
Anything is possible,
If it's wanted bad enough to begin.
If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!
Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anybody can be a runner... We were meant to move. We were meant to run. It's the easiest sport.
quote by Bill Rodgers
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Continuing For All To Experience
A mess done to undo too late,
As is the custom.
Only adds more to the debate,
When new arrivals view potential...
As others stubbornly will convince,
That a waiting to make the right decision...
Is more advantageous to the prospect,
Of collecting more tax revenue...
To whatever is done to redo and renew.
Although...
At the expense,
Of a rapidly declining quality of life...
Continuing for all to experience.
'We first must select a committee,
To draft a bill to propose...
For an appropriate addendum,
That follows the guidelines...
Of the original documentation,
That oversees the content...
Adopted with intention,
As to not to offend those who first...
Came upon these shores,
To fight for those entitlements...
We now enjoy! '
~Excuse me,
But...
When was that? ~
'Back in the sixteen hundreds.
That's the problem we face.
No one seems to want to address,
'Our' history.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Return To Sender
Failure wished dispensed,
And is...
Seldom stops.
To leave those wishing it,
Upon others to experience...
A wealth of unspoken,
Back to back occurrences.
With a dropping of a load,
Of their desires.
Surprising them with wide eyes in disbelief,
How such failures requested...
Comes to stare them in the face.
Only to blame those chosen...
For not being where they should be,
When their wishes arrive at their front doors...
Delivered as gifts unexpectedly.
To have such failures declared...
Return To Sender.
Be careful of what is wished,
An overflowing of it may come...
When one is unprepared to accept.
Or the address is not correct,
As anticipated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Were Meant For Me
Life was a song
You came along
I lay awake the whole night through
If I should dare
To think you care
This is what I'd say to you
You were meant for me
And I was meant for you
Nature fashioned you
And when she was done
You were all those good things
Rolled into one
You're like a plaintive melody
That never lets me be
I'm content the angels must have sent you
And they meant you just for me
You're like a plaintive melody
That never lets me be
I'm content the angels must have sent you
And they meant you just for me
song performed by by Sting
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Your Expectations
Once words leave from my mouth to be said,
They are not rehearsed to fit snuggly...
To take into consideration your preferred wishes.
In a way that is expressed to address,
Your expectations.
No! That is not what I do.
I am too honest with myself.
If you choose to confuse my words as something else,
Communicating with me is not your desire.
Not if you want to comprehend my feelings,
To mean something else you wish to approve.
I will not manipulate my words in premeditation,
To please what you want from me to hear.
I do not live to feed the keeping of your delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Difference That Could Be Made
Notoriety and fame is all relative.
If a message has content.
How that message is delivered,
And by who should not matter.
Or who 'influential' is in support of it!
However,
Many who miss 'messages'...
Often miss the point of them.
It should not matter if someone has notoriety,
If a message with content is delivered to be accepted.
Although...
To many of us this makes a difference.
And a difference that could be made,
Skips away from our comprehension.
'But...
WHO are 'you' to know this?
And 'why' should it be of 'our' concern? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mona
Lifes good friends are hard to find
And now one of mine is dead
And things I should have said to her
I shall say to you instead
Mona mona
So much of you to love
Too much of you to take care of
Mona mona
You got too big to keep
And too damn old to eat
When you where just a football
At your mamas side
I reckon everyone figured you
For a bar-b-que when you died
And here Im thinking about you
Lying underground
Pushing up a pine tree in my field
Oh mona mona
You can close your eyes
Ive got a twelve gauge surprise
Waiting for you
Since the day she passed away
Everythings just the same
Everywhere I go
Somebody mentions her name
Sometimes its easiest to tell
A friend a lie
They dont understand
The way I feel
Oh mona mona
So much of you to love
To much of you to take care of
So long
Now she is gone and I am
Left alone as you can see
But ever since I caused her death
I do miss her company
song performed by by James Taylor
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They Can Not Connect With His Presence
I have no concerns about you understanding me now.
I did yesterday.
But then you had been within those times too long.
I was wrong to say you were not observant.
So wrong was I to wonder why,
You could not envision what I saw...
With my own eyes.
I had been looking at the affects.
And you were hopelessly wishing...
And not in a receptive mood.
As the skies above you,
Came to impose.
You ran...
Feeling threatened.
Now you wish for comprehension.
You desire a suspension of a pace in time...
That speeds through minds.
Adapting quick to changes.
That 'gap' has widened.
There are those who ride a cresting wave.
As others sit...
Contemplating the tossing of pebbles into ponds.
To ponder their existence...
With persistent ego!
Satisfied to stir a ripple or two.
If they choose to do it.
Satisfied and convinced...
Each ripple resulted from their invention.
With a decided intention meant!
And when clouds darken and thunder roars...
They run.
And when rain and winds begin to blow.
They seek shelter.
Sometimes stunned,
By the outcome that is done.
And when lightening strikes...
All who sought peace,
Become frightened.
Enlightenment at times,
Introduces fears produced.
Some prefer to be sedated.
To become seduced by indifference.
The origin of this they wish they knew!
Even though they pray to God.
They can not connect with His presence.
Only if they could...
They would walk and talk with Him.
Only if they could...
Listen when He speaks.
Only if they could...
Learn and observe from His teachings!
Only if they could...
But they can not accept Him.
When He shows Himself as He is!
Beyond conflicting restrictions!
Or...
Needing not a preacher,
To interpret or come to His aid at all!
He 'IS'...ALL!
They perceive Him with golden tresses.
With a tenderness as He blesses!
However...
These images,
Though impressive.
Will never address...
God's awesomeness!
Delivered.
But too many have expectations,
With preferences.
And God...
If He so chooses,
Could take away any breath one breathes.
Whether or not...
They profess in confessions,
He lives!
And those who know this,
Need not speak...
With a rote and spoken,
Scriptured verses rehearsed.
Those who know this,
Need not speak.
They sit with God and feel blessed.
They hear and see God,
From a higher consciousness.
And submitting to IT!
IT is benevolent.
And 'if' God can bestow upon them peace?
A mind becomes also rested.
I have no concerns about you understanding me now.
I did yesterday.
But then you had been within those times too long.
I was wrong to say you were not observant.
So wrong was I to wonder why,
You could not envision what I saw...
With my own eyes.
I had been looking at the affects.
And you were hopelessly wishing...
With artifacts held.
And not in a receptive mood.
As the skies above you,
Came to impose.
You ran...
Feeling threatened.
And those who truly accept God...
Or 'whatever' one chooses to call 'This' presence.
IT has been here,
Long before it was decided...
By a limitation to keep IT distant.
As a circumstance that comes to annoy.
And this arrogance has not gone undetected.
God employs all that He 'is'!
To gather undivided attention.
With an intention meant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Into Abstract Pictures Painted
There are those who wish to make sense,
In an attempt to make that process meant...
And meaningful.
But their lack of experience to get a point across,
Leaves those misunderstanding...
What is the intention if communicating a thought,
Is a statement made.
'Assuming' it,
Has been clearly delivered to receive a response...
From someone not into abstract pictures painted.
Or statemements made disconnected from rhyme,
Purpose OR reason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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