Experiencing The Meaning Of Freedom
To be scrutinized over periods of time,
Eventually brings to one a liberty...
To choose to do what they please.
Knowing in the doing of it...
Someone's going to mention,
What is being done!
The how. The when. The where. And the 'who'.
Questioning the 'why' to create their own answers.
To make anyone listening come to wonder,
What their own lives would be like...
Experiencing the meaning of freedom?
And what gives others the right to waste their time,
Making attempts...
To evaluate those minding their own business.
Something many living today find most difficult to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Unsolicited Interest
The only ones who find freedom difficult to deal with,
Are those doing their best to monitor the lives of others...
Feeling free to do as they please with no schedules to follow.
Or appointments to keep to satisfy the ones who spend their time,
Minding someone else's business and with unsolicited interest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Laughed With Time To Waste
I never sought to be taken for a fool.
But there were those foolish enough,
Not to believe I was serious.
And perhaps that seriousness,
Had been misinterpreted.
And I have never elected,
To see them in that way.
Anyone making attempts,
To express their gifts and talents...
With intent,
Gained my respect.
Since I knew what that took.
I knew too well what that meant.
With those comments made by some and done,
And time that has come many have tried to shun...
I still have not been the one to evaluate.
A progress made.
However...
Few I knew have made great strides.
While those who laughed with time to waste...
Seem to have vanished to other places,
To grace their faces with fates they've faked.
Or wish to make attempts to do it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Would You Think I'd Find You Irresistable?
If you have repeatedly told me,
That a minding of your own business...
Is your main priority,
And I already know you are not dependable...
Or reliably consistent.
Why would you think I'd find you irresistable?
And why would you believe,
You and I would make a compatible couple...
Sharing a relationship to live under one roof?
A child,
Experiencing an amusement park for the first time...
Isn't 'that' delusional to believe,
The eating of cotton candy is nutritional.
Even a child would get sick,
Of riding on a merry-go-round...
That does nothing else,
After seeing the same scenery over and over again.
Knowing there is something about it,
That is never going to change.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instead Of Being A Pessimist
You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist.
You want a life you like?
Oppose to the one you don't?
Why have you chosen to dislike what you do?
And who enforced this dislike upon you.
Do you live with wishes to fulfill your dreams?
Or are you focused on others,
Who seem to have 'your' things.
Are you focused upon others,
Who seem to be living your life?
Doing those things,
You wish for you also to like?
Perhaps those questions you ask,
Are not yours afterall.
And perhaps those answers,
That have come to you answered...
You ignored them to disbelieve,
Those answers received...
Were not yours.
Because you spend your time,
In the minding of other people's business!
And your business,
You haven't given your time to see...
Succeed.
But your time is spent,
Lamenting others you despise and criticize.
You want answers to your questions?
Wait for therm patiently to come.
Before you impatiently decide,
To get up and leave.
Believing they can be found,
With you not around.
You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist?
Ask yourself that.
Instead of being a pessimist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Value Things To Chase
To value things to chase,
Seems such a waste of life.
And this becomes realized,
Once those things chased...
Become less important,
To run after 'if' one can still...
Remember the doing of this!
OR can move,
From a self inflicted confinement.
And the waste of time to live life,
As one would like to do basically...
Eventually becomes regretted.
With wishes they had lived life...
Not in attempts to convice someone,
OR anyone they could impress...
With the getting of attention.
'If I had the time and energy to do those things,
I really wanted to do...
I would do them.'
I've heard that so many times before,
Form those who had the time and energy.
But wasted both complaining,
About what they didn't have and 'who' undeserving did.
'You don't understand.'
You are right!
And I'm not giving you the time,
To hear you reminisce about the swiftness of life.
With wishes of wanting to waste 'my' time as you'd like.
And call that whatever you choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angel of the Sky
Some people don't know you like I do
Some people don't trust you like I do
Some people would rather choose a fool,
because they don't know you like I do
As a result, people fear the night,
the dangerous creatures that lurk within.
They bring their hopes completely down,
until surrender is hard to resist.
In contrast, I do love the night
There's awesome creatures that may exist,
during the times when I go out.
That's when I know that they do live
So I do not fear the night,
because there's miracles waiting outside,
once I look at the beautiful sky,
because lying in that beautiful sky,
is the angel of the sky, the hero in our lives.
The angel of the sky
The hero in our lives
And I don't fear the time;
there's lots of time for all to pass-by.
Once you look at the gorgeous sky,
pray to God to give you light.
You will see that there is time.
He is the light of all our lives,
The inspiration of my entire life,
The buried treasure that I find,
and what I'll live for till I die.
In the sky lies the angel of the sky,
my hero, my God, and my entire life.
My darkness is lighted by his light
He makes my life a better life
The angel of the sky
The hero in our lives
But some people don't know you like I do
Others don't trust you the way I do
Some would choose a fool rather than you,
because they don't know you like I do.
They don't know the wonders of the sky
They don't know the meaning of this life
Or the times it takes from having to try,
to finally achieve something in this life.
It's hard to describe this art of life
It's hard to describe all of my difficult times,
because once in my life the light did die;
it wasn't easy to restore the light.
The light was dying and I fell behind
Hope I tried finding but I didn't know you
The light was dying and so was I
But hope I tried finding till I found you
So when I stare at the night, and the stars in the sky
A signal uncovered I try to find
One that leads my life back into your light,
to live in harmony all the time.
I am not scared of the taunting dark
Miracles await to eventually spark
For the very first time, if you just look at the sky,
because lying in the sky is the hero of my life
He's the sun that brings us immense light,
the love that always glides my life,
the strength that helps me win a fight.
He's what I'll live for till I die
In the sky lies the angel of the sky,
my hero, my God, and my entire life.
Looking at the sky brings me peace inside
I smile at knowing his presence lies in my life.
The angel of the sky
The hero in our lives
Some people don't know you like I do
Others don't trust you the way I do
Some people will never trust you like I do
They do not know the wonderful things that you can do,
by being the angel of the sky,
the hero in my life.
The hero in my life
The angel that lies in the sky
You're the angel of the sky
The hero in my life
The angel of the sky
The hero in my life
poem by Jordys Herrera
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The Going Through Of Motions
Someone is not accustomed,
To the minding of their own business.
And that seems to be the root,
As to the reason relationships...
Between two people,
Often find it difficult to survive petty meddling.
Leaving two people who should be together,
Questioning the choices they alone have made.
While parading in masqueraded charades,
The going through of motions...
As adopting to adapt to roleplay.
With the keeping up of appearances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Rabbit Spreading Gossip
Why have they wasted their time,
Sitting around...
Doing absolutely nothing.
When they could be somewhere else,
Making accomplishments.
'Who do you refer to? Yourself?
You seem to have the time to waste.
To pass your judgements and instigate.
And while I am at it,
May I say this to quiet your lips.
So far you have proven to be the best at it.
Hopping around from one to another.
Like a rabbit spreading gossip with such loyalty,
Devotion and commitment.
And 'they'...
Appear to be perfectly okay,
Doing what they wish.
With the minding of their own business.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liberty
Liberty rings loud and clear,
Freedom is what it means, my dear,
When we forget to feel fear,
When all that is love draws near,
That is when you will know I care!
Tomorrow is too late,
Heaven already knows your fate,
Why would you want to wait,
Now is the time to be great!
Liberty is new life,
The freedom to love your wife,
To be free of strife,
Time to put down the knife!
Today is the time, to wipe away the grime,
Heal all the wounds,
See the beauty that surrounds us,
Find the beauty that hides within us all!
See the light inside of everyone,
Time to put down those guns,
Listen to that tiny cry inside,
Let us all open our hearts wide,
Liberty and freedom all around,
Let love's laugh be the only sound!
30 May 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Make Tomorrow
Put on the dress in which you were married
Pull down the veil til your eyes are hid
Can you remember where we both came from
Let us do as we did
Look at tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Put back the photo under your window
Put down the phone that you hold in your hand
Put away these things that stand in between us
Let us be what we can
When it seems
Hopeless
When it seems
Hopeless
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
What better measure of what you were doing here
Then what you can leave behind
All the children of your children's children
Do you ever think what they're going to find
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Where the sacred meet the scared
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Where the dreamer's dream is dared
In each of us
A dream can burn like the sun
Let's try it all one more time
To get this lesson learned
Sitting up in a spaceship
Looking down at the earth
You wonder what they all stuggling for
What's it all really worth
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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What Time It Is
An awakening done by anyone discovering,
The day, month and year to them that comes...
Are all connected together to help understand,
What time it is.
And the many others living like them...
Are also here to experience it.
But without the seeking for definitions.
As a tick tocking heard that begins to knock begins.
When that 'concept' of life starts to dawn,
On someone's mind...
It brings a clarity and comprehension,
As to why there are people living their lives...
Without excuses to make or faults to find.
And something happens to trigger their appreciation,
For those who have found out 'what-time-it-is'...
As they live not in haste to waste it on anything or anyone petty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Mention My Heartache
Written by c. wilmore & c. jackson
Hoo, hoo, mm
Dont mention my heartache
I just hide it away
Dont want to remember what brings me pain
Who does it hurt if Im masquerading
When anybody asks me you know Ill say, yeah
That I love him, he loves me
Were so good together
Ill pretend hes home again
Though hes gone forever
Dont mention my heartache
cause I dont want nobody to know, no, no, no
Just keep it a secret that he let me go
cause I dont want nobody to know
That I go through the motions (motions)
Put a smile on my face, yes, I do
I heard that the weather is changing today, yeah, yeah
And I dont talk about my business to noone
If anybody asks me you know what Ill say, yeah
That I love him; he loves me, were so good together
Ill pretend hes home again, though hes gone forever
Dont mention my heartache
cause I dont want nobody to know, oh, no
Just keep it a secret that he let me go
cause I dont want nobody to know--
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hoo--
That the heartache that Im feeling makes me lonely, oh---
Dont mention my heartache
cause I dont want nobody to know, no, no
Just keep it a secret that he let me go
And I dont want nobody to know, nobody
(cant talk about it)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
(dont want to think about it)
And I dont want nobody, I got a heartache
I dont want nobody, I dont want nobody, I got a heartache
(dont mention my heartache)
I got a heartache, he let me go
Its a sweet face, yes, it is
Dont want nobody, cant stand nobody
(dont mention my heartache)
And I got to keep it a secret
(Im minding my business)
cause my man, cause my man
Aint my man no more
Keeping it a secret (dont mention my heartache)
Keeping it a secret, oh, all to myself, he let me go...
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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While Making A Living, Also Know How To Live
We were schooled
We were disciplined
We were taught
We were examined
We were trained
We were graduated
All these aim at and help us
Making a living
Once we started enjoying
The benefits of our efforts and skills
And the price of the products
Carved off by our labour
The desire for getting more
Grows strong and stronger each day
As we feel having more
Will help us make a better living
We continue to be path of
Making our lives better
Spending most of our times
In bettering the ways of our living
Most of us have gone that far
That we spend more time in
Making a living
With no time at all to really living
This is like
Spending time in adding facilities
To your bed room
Like air conditioning it,
Changing the matresses
Adding cushion
Colouring the walls
Facelifting the room with a range of others
But having no time to sleep
It is quite similar to cooking such items
Which we cannot eat ourselves
We should have a wisdom
Where we should stop making a living further
But start really living it
While making a living,
Also know how to live it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Visitor
Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
Anyone can say what they want.
And process what they want to share.
I've learned over the years,
To keep my business to myself...
And not let my business become 'theirs'.
Folks who have a different reality,
That's fine...
It may not be mine.
Wherever their minds are,
That's on them...
I keep my mind away!
I'm not going to stay around anyone,
Making attempts to be accepted...
By choosing right words to say!
I enjoy my life and where it is right now.
And that was a long time coming.
I take my time listening to the birds...
And sometimes with them I'm humming!
I appreciate the little things,
And observe again what was passed by!
When I talk to someone in conversation...
I look them in the eyes.
I don't disrespect anyone with neglect,
By looking away or up to the sky!
That kind of treatment is worse than telling a lie!
And from those kinds of people...
I do my best to hide!
I've learned to have fun,
And sometimes by myself.
I don't have to be in a crowd of folks...
To feel important or laugh at bad jokes.
And honesty comes first with me.
Someone who doesn't give it is instantly dismissed!
I don't waste my time with pretense or self indulgence.
Or kiss up to anyone to be part of someone's clique!
And if I show myself in disguise,
Wearing a mask that does not fit!
I want it known,
I am either not feeling well...
Or around those that are making me sick!
And...
That's not a habit I would normally condone.
That is why affairs like these I'd rather leave alone!
'Oh?
So I take it you are a visitor,
And not from around this area?
I must get back to mingling with my friends.
Thank you for your observations!
You never know...
We might meet again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State of Repressive Remission
Values and times change for us all.
Reluctantly.
And perceptions also,
From initial impressions.
Some of our sentiments visited emotionally,
Take on new meaning...
When scenes romanced and remembered,
Have been conditioned to a complete renovation.
Reluctantly.
And our hearts with observation,
Are fixed with an unexpected rejection...
Of a nonacceptance we find difficult to respect.
Yet...
Eventually this is done,
Reluctantly.
And for many a reminiscing continues on.
When scenes romanced and remembered,
Have been conditioned to a complete renovation.
Reluctantly.
And our hearts with observation,
Are fixed with an unexpected rejection...
Of a nonacceptance we find difficult to respect.
Yet...
Eventually this is done,
Reluctantly.
As some make attempts...
To keep the present,
In a state of repressive remission!
Unsuccessfully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Day Callin
Woke today
Hypnotized
A blissful shimmer
Lit my window
Changed my eyes
Changed my mind
A new day callin'
It's what I see when I dream
It's what I feel when I pray
Except I'm redeemed
And this time I'm awake
Like a ringin' bell
That's freedom's spell
A new day callin'
Now nights get cold
And you know that there's gonna be rain
But that's yin and yang, my brother
You can't have one without the other
The morning shines new light
So that I can see
That I never left this road
That brings me sweet, sweet liberty
Like a ringin' bell...
That's freedom's spell...
A new day callin'
Like a ringin' bell...
That's freedom's spell...
A new day callin'
Woke today
Summer phase
All my yesterdays
Behind me
This new color of life
Can't deny it
A new day is callin'
The winter storm blows winds
That won't forgive
But rest your heart on one sure thing
The winter turns to spring
The morning shines new light
So that I can see
That I never left this road
That brings me sweet, sweet liberty
Like a ringin' bell...
That's freedom's spell...
A new day callin'
Like a ringin' bell...
That's freedom's spell...
A new day callin'
The morning shines new light
So that I can see (The morning shines new light_
That I never left this road
That brings me sweet, sweet liberty
Like a ringin' bell... (Like a ringin' bell)
That's freedom's spell...
A new day callin'
Like a ringin' bell...
That's freedom's spell...
A new day callin'
Yeah yeah yeah, can you hear it?
The morning shines new light
So that I can see (So that I can see, yeah)
That I never left this road
That brings me sweet, sweet liberty
Like a ringin' bell... (Like a ringin' bell)
That's freedom's spell... (That's freedom's spell)
A new day callin'
(Yeah, can't your hear it callin'? Yeah yeah...)
Like a ringin' bell...
That's freedom's spell...
A new day callin'
song performed by by En Vogue
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I Come Out Swinging!
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
I've waited too long,
To correct many wrongs.
Those of which...
A stagnation was pitched.
To find me in a pity.
Lost in a deep darkened ditch.
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
Nor do I need a pat on my back.
From those who choose to use deception...
As a means to expose my imperfections.
I was the first,
To recognize my blemishes and flaws.
Now I stand at bat.
To hit homeruns,
And dropp disparaging jaws in awe!
I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.
Or give attention to shallow attempts
To mar my presence...
As one less honorable,
Than the one I've been blessed...
With a gratefulness to create.
And strengthened by obstacles that test,
By those who believed my abilities fake.
'Stand back fools.
You seek to dim my natural light.
Okay...
Give me what you've got!
But never make attempts again...
To keep my journey blocked,
With your nonsense and foolish whims.
About 'that'...
I am not!
I am about business.
My business!
Call this vanity if you wish.
Whatever the time you have to waste to do it...
Do it!
And be dismissed,
And quick! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom
What does freedom really mean?
My mother letting me make decisions,
That is freedom.
The ability to make my own passion,
That is freedom.
Smiling when I want to not someone else does,
That is freedom.
My own love for my family,
That is freedom.
Being able to have a great time without being pressured,
That is freedom.
Having a destiny that is up to me,
That is freedom.
Being able to sit in tranquility by myself,
That is freedom.
Standing for my country with liberty on my own will,
That is what freedom really is.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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