Find an Exit
When it has been made clear,
There is nothing you share with someone...
Other than sex.
Nothing but a togetherness,
Wet in naked flesh.
Seek counseling.
This is just a prolonged fling.
You may not like this suggestion,
I offer to you next.
Find an exit.
And don't reject it.
In belief an adjustment made,
Will satisfy and correct.
It will not.
No matter who enjoyed what.
On the bottom or from on top.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What You Say
You say you'll be with me
Come even the end;
You say you will always be
Always my friend;
You say that we two
All through time have to spend
Togetherness...
That's what you say.
You say we are one
Even though we're a pair;
You say that you understand
Always, and care;
You say that we one
Made a bond that we'll share
Togetherness...
That's what you say.
You say in your hope
That you never will bend;
You say that you know
And need never pretend;
You say that our breath
Even death cannot end our
Togetherness...
That's what you say.
Written 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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Last American Exit
You know the reasons I can't conceal
You know I'm leaving you
obviously you know how I feel
it's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down
it's not a matter for wrong or right
it ain't much better that drinking and looking to fight
you know I'm tired of crawling hind my name among the crowd
I'm on the last American exit to the northland
I'm on the last American exit to my homeland
I'm on the last American exit to my last chance
they keep calling out my name-shout it down
you've made them wonder and know for sure
you've made them hunger at night and then run for the door
you know you'll probably cry like Caesar's son when
you're found
it's not your place it's another town
let's face it baby I'm up and then baby I'm down
you'll watch the border offer you fame and watch you drown
know your neighbors and know they'll take us
know my city it's just like theirs are
hope I make it. I know I'm going to make it somehow
know my saviour he knows you shakers
know my pity. I'll see you later
I'd like to stay but I know it doesn't matter somehow
They keep callin out my name
They keep callin out my name
They keep callin out my name
I shout it down
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from The Tragically Hip
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Word Made Flesh
Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
Ain't no rest for the word made flesh
My lips are moving but I hear no sound
It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
Tune yourself up and count yourself down
Word made flesh, word made flesh
Lord help me rise to this occasion
Word made, word made flesh
I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard
Pay your debts to the word made flesh
East meets west in the word made flesh
I see you talking, but I still can't hear
Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
Turn off the charm and prey on your fears
Brainless pests for the word made flesh
Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are Not The Kind
Am I stuck to plunge,
When I have not desired this?
They have been the wicked ones...
May I slip away and exit this ship?
I have been a servant.
Not a master of any ways.
I do what I must do then leave.
I have let them believe I am their slave.
However...
What is going on today,
Looks a bit bleak.
And under sunrays appears very grave.
There has been so many messages,
Delivered to these folks.
Everything they heard that warned...
They turned into a festival,
Backstabbed messengers...
And made them jokes to poke!
Am I stuck to plunge,
When I have not desired this?
They have been the wicked ones...
May I slip away and exit this ship?
OR...
If I may make one suggestion?
Those sitting over there,
Have the expertise...
To repair this like brand new!
They can...
And do that quick!
But, of course, I understand...
They are not the kind,
You wish to see command!
Correct?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Naked
So you want me to take it off
Just to see whats
Underneath my cloth
Ill show you Im every
Inch a man
Measure all that you
Think you can
Im more than what
Meets the eye
Flesh n blood is
Often a white lie
By the cover you misjudge
The book
Open your mind and take
Another look
Naked, and Im unashamed
Naked, with no one to blame
Naked, ya you want the truth
Naked, heres my birthday suit
Naked, naked, naked, naked
I pretend to be not anyone
Except me and my imperfections
There is nothing i
Expect of you
That you wouldnt
Expect of me, too
Chorus
Will you excuse me for my ignorance
cause I can see only one
Difference
Those of you who seek to find
While all the others choose
To walk n talk blind
song performed by by Extreme
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In It I Trust
I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
I have been treated as if I did not exist.
By those I loved devotedly.
And laid to share a nakedness with.
Names I have been called,
Some of which were within listening distance.
As if I had been born,
Without feelings felt to experience.
I have had lows.
To make anyone's bottom,
Appear to be 'up' for me.
But...
Such faith I have and in it I trust.
I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
I have learned many times to get up off my knees.
And to step over obstacles left to leave behind.
With a looking forward I do as I keep this belief...
My best to give is only for those knowing,
In the giving of it that is shared...
There is a mutual deserving of it to cherish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Top to the Bottom
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who chose to stop...
Actions they believe were made,
By those who went against the grade.
No matter if that grade,
Had been all about 'shade'.
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who were just rotten.
With nothing on their minds,
But themselves all the time.
And believing they had power...
To stop tick tocking from a hanging clock.
From the top to the bottom,
There were gobblers who loved robbing...
Anything they thought had meaning,
And to smear it with their scheming.
With no scruples in their 'noggin'.
And sipping on mischief like it was eggnog.
From the top to the bottom,
There were crooks and there were snobs...
With their noses in the air!
But no empathy is shown to come,
From anywhere.
Now find their lives blocked,
And going no where.
From the top to the bottom,
They are slipping off roofs...
Into muddy ruts.
With no boots or shoes,
And on their butts out of luck...
Singing the blues!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Now the bottom's got 'em shocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Embarrass Yourself With Those Assumptions
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You made it a point to announce my ignorance.
You made that clear,
In a mocking done at my expense.
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You took time to boast of those things you have.
Remember laughing at my possessions?
You referred to them as rags.
Remember I made attempts,
To share with you my experiences?
And you spent your time dismissing them.
To be with your colleagues.
And other cling on pretentious friends.
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You made it a point to announce my ignorance.
You made that clear,
In a mocking done at my expense.
Am I suppose to forgive and forget,
The agony you left I met?
Or are you that stupid to believe I am?
And my heart awaits for us to reconnect?
You must stop embarrassing yourself,
With those assumptions.
Please...
Don't embarrass yourself with those assumptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The World Is My Therapist And I'm In Counseling Right Now
Got my share of ugly, done did and said things I ain't proud of, I mean some ugly things, but what a real man does is ask God for forgiveness and whoever he have wrong.
We ain't perfect, we gonna make wrong decisions and sometimes even hurt people we love
For whatever reason it maybe, we do or say things that affect our lives forever and it sometimes changes our lives putting us a different course
The world is my therapist and I'm in counseling right now
Got a lot of hurt, anger, and frustrations in my life, the war in Liberia how traumatizing it was, life in America how hard and trial it can sometime be, interpersonal problems, such as people trying to break up your parents marriage, and then on top of that your own personal love problems and battling financial confidence
The world is my therapist and I'm in counseling right now
We may sometimes bend all the the way to the end but I never break, I never break......
Stronger than any rubber band or any bamboo reef, or better a diamond in a rough, I was made through extreme heat pressure, made harder than African Ivory and Tennessee marble
The world is my therapist and I'm in counseling right now
Yeah, tell me what's wrong with me, pick me out, pick me in, dissect me, tell me what I did wrong and tell me where I went wrong,
So at the end of day when all else fails and people right you off, God will be the only there and to hear you out
Perfection is what I am really striving for honestly. All these sleepless nights for different reasons,
So don't judge me for my flurries because I don't have any worries, as we say in Liberia, seeke fa fair, what's for you shall see your face
The world is my therapist and I'm in counseling right now
poem by Coker George
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On a Roll On That Road
Seriously!
What is the need?
Let's get to the point,
And stop beating around the bush.
I am not a dentist.
You needn't fear I seek to pull your teeth.
Nor do I excite when I peel a banana.
If it is going to be made difficult,
For me to get...
Keep it.
I don't want it around.
Not me.
If I am going to be in it for the long haul...
That route better be as clear as possible.
I'll prepare for an infrequent storm.
But I am not going to head towards one...
With a wish to live it without an exit.
I've had my share of emergency road stops!
And unexpected flats.
I'm on a roll on that road I'd like to keep.
With my eyes wide open to familiar activities...
Of all kinds!
Including the ones you would like to introduce.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gift
His spirit is His special gift,
He gives to you and me.
When you receive and embrace it,
All His other gifts you'll see.
But you have to seek to find it,
You won't receive if you don't ask.
Then you will then see through spiritual eyes,
Not through your man made mask.
There are people in this world,
You may like or you may not.
Each have their gifts to offer
But God's gifts just can't be bought.
So often we seek man made gifts,
That benefit ourselves.
But once we get what we want,
We store it on our shelves.
And as they sit and gather dust,
We look for our next fix.
We take our eyes off the real prize,
It's one of Satan's greatest tricks.
So when your old, and your life is done,
Do you think that you will say?
I'm happy I made a life of wealth,
And pushed those I loved away.
So listen to this simple truth,
And see what life's about.
It will take a great leap of faith,
But you'll love how it turns out.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Just Your Presence Alone
Wherever you are going,
I am happy...
To have chanced upon your presence.
And it was here.
It is a thrill to remember.
You are full of life,
And irrestible energy.
The light within you is so bright,
It's radiance glows around you.
To witness it,
I know I've been blessed.
But if I may make one suggestion?
Do you see those untrimmed hedges,
Surrounding those wilting trees?
Do not make any attempts,
To add your sparkle to them.
Why?
I've seen attempts made in the past.
By those attracted to their sadness.
But around these parts...
Those attempts made will be resented.
Trust me.
What you see...
Most folks around here regard,
As their motivation.
Wherever you are going,
I am happy...
To have chanced upon your presence.
And it was here.
However,
Let me make this clear...
Do not spend years trying to convince anyone,
What you bring to offer...
Is inspiring and to their benefit!
Just your presence alone,
Poses to them a threat.
'You shouldn't be so negative.'
Negative?
You have no idea how positive I am.
I am one of few around here,
Willing to express the truth.
You stay here long enough,
You will find that out for yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Made Me Belive
You made me believe we are meant to be
You made me believe in more than just you and me
You made me believe in something rare
You made me believe in something we share
You made me believe miracles could happen
you made me believe I could do something's i never knew I could do
You made me believe,
its sounds kinda funny,
but you made me believe
IN LOVE
Thats sweeter than honey
poem by Simone Netjie Meyer
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Unqualified or Aware
You seek from me,
What I seek from you!
Leaving our needs to be left weak,
From the seeking.
If you and I just be without that seeking...
We would find our search complete.
And satisfy that daily heat!
We wish to see first...
And not feel the thirst of it!
Knowing it is there.
If we only cared enough to trust.
Instead of believing...
Someone else can compare,
And share.
Although...
We find them ultimately,
Unqualified or aware...
Inside of us,
We have such lust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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song performed by by Vangelis
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A suggestion had been made to me looking toward a professorship in some Western college, but after due consideration, I declined to consider the matter.
quote by Simon Newcomb
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It's just a suggestion
Just incase tomorrow never come
tell that person you love that you love him/her it will ease your heart well its just a suggestion
leave drugs and alcohol it doesnt help you with anything. You gain nothing instead you loose everything.
I didnt force you to do it but its just a suggestion
just incase tomorrow never come
tell the police that you were raped that your pants or skirt was pulled down so that no one else fall on your trap
report to the police that child was stolen or that man was hijacked or that woman was mugged or that boy was killed
tell the police you know of someone who does human trafficking
tell them you were used and made a slave didnt eat at all.
Tell someone you need help you were not involved in that incident
mostly just tell yourself you are a success
it was just a suggestion to suggest a suggestion but that was just a suggestion to suggest you are the best and
I
am THE LEGEND
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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Someone Made the Decision
Why do people leave,
From places once felt comfortable?
Someone made the decision,
To perceive themselves...
The end result of another's happiness.
And with a growing obnoxiousness,
Believed they could well afford...
Began to ruin the atmosphere.
And those who 'had' enjoyed it once,
Made it clear...
They could easily take away with them,
A peace of mind no one had bought.
Or sought to provide its growth to share.
That's why people leave,
From places once felt comfortable.
And that is why so many grieve,
When they believe what was done to please...
Has eventually left them alone,
To entertain their own sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insignificant
Whether they were told what to believe...
Or made to conceive it or not!
They were never challenged on their own,
To know!
To seek for themselves,
What was or was not real.
And taught to reject,
From mindsets accepted...
To disregard anything,
That conflicted with a truth...
A life lived to them would bring.
There is a comfort they have with deceit.
And all that is connected,
With the absence of truth.
Whether they were told what to believe...
Or made to conceive it or not!
It was easy to keep them feeling,
Insignificant!
And to use them to deplete,
Of their resources...
That made them look weak,
Helpless, hopeless and appearing needy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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