Fixed Positions
I wish you the best.
Those who are stuck in routines!
And those with priorities,
Living on deadlines...
And schedules set.
I hope your apple cart,
Will never get upset...
By any of the changes,
On the road ahead projected.
Some already there.
And more detected.
May your life lived today,
Find you living...
With as much peace as you can get.
And I pray you have some of it,
Stashed away in storage.
Or packed safely in a treasure chest.
Since I suspect...
You'll be dusting it off to use very soon.
Some people make adjustments,
And are able to go with the flow.
Others choose to avoid the flow...
To remain comfortably unchanged,
In a stagnation.
Awakened to be forcibly shakened.
Separated in horror...
From their fixed positions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holy Water for sale
I respect the beliefs of others and try to inspire,
buying holy water would never be my desire.
The living water is best and you will never thirst,
If to make a choice, choose the living water first.
For many seem to squander their money on such things,
Water blessed is not the same as what living water brings.
If you want to fight off evil - just have faith when you pray,
The living water will flow within- peace will come your way.
poem by Saint Eule
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Rubber Morals
Quickly checking what company hes in
Absorbing values like a chameleon
His rhythm and his method have got out of line
When you sit on a fence you get a sore behind
Must not upset the apple cart
Hell choose your views today
Having some kinda conflict
Seems to get right in his way
Chorus
Whoa...rubber morals
Whoa...rubber morals
Whoa...rubber morals, plasticine ideals
See how this one feels
The men in st. peters will not agree to a slipping
On his conscience like he slips on a johnnie
Hes a part time socialist and a part time tycoon
Flags of convenience fly in his cocoon
Must not upset the apple cart
Preserve the status quo
His heart felt convictions
Left a long time ago
A sign over his bed will testify
Is there nothing in his life from which hed live or die
A pale shade of grey lines a vacant head
With our condom-nation you are blessed
Must not upset the apple cart
Hell choose your views today
Having some kinda conflict
Seems to get right in his way
song performed by by Howard Jones
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There Is Nothing Like Accepting My Own Ignorance
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.
Those who choose to do what grandma,
And grandpa did.
And if that was good for them...
That same mindset was handed down,
Disregarding the technology...
Of the times we live!
There are those so far behind,
Today's times.
To leave one to wonder who is blessed...
Those who have lived in rustic isolation?
Or those who live in a mess,
With constant reminders of their 'intelligent' devastations.
And attempting to speak with common sense to some...
Leave those attempting to do it,
Stunned to find out...
Very few have none!
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
For generations.
And doing things taught...
Without researching their own thoughts.
As long as I've got my own 'insights' I trust,
I find it simple to go my way...
Feeling freer today to be myself,
Caring less who may think...
That I am the one who is nuts!
There is nothing like accepting my own ignorance.
With challenges to accomplish my own deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Alone
How does one justify a life lived alone
How does one love if they have never been shown
A life lived alone is a life lived in vain
A life lived alone has very little to gain
Why would anyone choose to live this way
Why would anyone choose to be alone everyday
Is it living alone a shy reality to blame
Is it living alone yet another of societys shame
I stand here alone with a tear in my eye
I stand here alone and wish to understand why.
'closing thought'
A singles life can have its moments of pleasure
But a family life is filled with memories to treasure
poem by Gordon Jerome
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Continuance of a Nonexistence
They spend the hours of each day,
In attempts...
To rejuvenate those times spent,
And gone.
Old songs played from school days,
Keep them reminded...
In a refined stagnation kept.
Fresh.
And unchanged.
Stuck in yesterday.
And not going to give it up...
Anytime soon!
Leaving what has been produced,
To accept tomorrow...
On a fast paced chase for them,
Who seek schedules to keep.
With times speeding ahead.
Without one hint of hesitation.
Regardless of who celebrates...
The continuance of a nonexistence,
Leaping away from many minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let It Flow
Another wave has arrived
Being funk is so surprise
Welcome the world of xtc
When the funk takes over me
No need to try to run away
The funk will find you the mail today
Its best if you relax your soul
Grab someone, take the floor, let it go
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow(whatd you say)
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow(in your heart and in your vein)
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow(free your mind)
Did you ever make it stop?
Feel it groovin hard within
Body is shakin and heads in sea
Why would anyone dare to deny it
Funk is fine, dont try to fight it
The funk is the epitome
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow(whatd you say)
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow(in your heart and in your vein)
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow(free your mind)
Did you ever make it stop?
Dont you part with it
I devoured it
You can work with it
You can part with it
Satisfaction guaranteed
Giveem folks what they need
What you need is indeed
A little funk from ev
Now hit me
Sounds so funky, youd agree
Funky divas in 3-d
Let if flow
Did you ever make it stop?
[rap]
song performed by by En Vogue
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Who Am I to Deny It Promise?
If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.
If I can say,
I am not living my life today.
I am dreamless without hope.
I give empty reasons to mope!
I am a vacant shell...
Existing in a hell I've created.
If I am not living my life today!
Where did I store those memories?
When did any happiness come to leave?
Why am I not pleased...
With anything that comes my way?
If I can say,
I am not living my life today!
And I breathe just to witness my breath...
Fade away into a nothingness.
If I am not living my life today...
What is this,
That IS!
And 'who' am I,
To deny 'it' promise?
Like a gift one receives...
Selfishly to leave unwrapped.
Can I honestly believe,
I am not worthy to do that?
If I am not living my life today...
Perhaps I should.
And unpack...
From sorrows deeply stacked.
Trapping my sight in darkness,
Without daylight I alone hold back.
If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.
And I know there is 'something' I value,
I can give!
To say 'that' is the reason,
I am here to live!
If I can remove myself...
To cast shadows,
Instead of finding an escape within them.
To live and let my life,
Be the one I have and learn to like!
Unfrightened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living For Tomorrow
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Lets make this world
A better place to live
Stop to take
Start to give
Loves got the power
To get it done
To stop the pain
Of a killing gun
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place
Lets make this life
A better life to live
Stop to hate
Learn to forgive
Evil power can kill
The human race
If we give life
A human face (a human face)
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for toda
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place (a better place)
And even if you say
Were gonna die today
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Cause love will find a way my friend
Whatever it will take
Im still living for tomorrow
Im living for today
Why dont we try today my friend
To make this world a better place
Im still living for tomorrow
song performed by by Scorpions
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Has It Been Depleted?
You are upset with me,
Because I have created my own success...
With sacrifice and patience.
In a place you told me I invited my own defeat.
And you have a Master's Degree in Business Finance.
With nothing to show for it,
But foreclosed and repossessed possessions.
Sometimes you don't eat?
Geeessshhh.
And your degree is packed away in storage.
While today you find yourself standing,
In an unemployment line.
Why are you upset with me?
Aren't you following your dreams?
What in your mind are you trying to define?
I can only say I have been blessed.
And kept my faith devoted.
Allowing God to do the rest!
And did not try to impress.
God often addressed this.
Perhaps that is the reason,
I still remain focused.
Why would you be upset with me?
I fell, crawled...
Stood up to clean and pave my path.
And had to endure the laughing of others,
As I passed.
With very few dimes...
To send my clothes to the cleaners.
And I remembered you told me,
You had an expense account for that!
Has it been depleted?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Banks of Ganga: IV
I sit by your banks
In awe of your flow
A parallel flow within
Watches every ripple:
Indefinable happiness
Peace is absence of
Even a ripple of thought
What follows peace is bliss
I suppose…
Loitering and searching
The best place to meet
The loved one is by
One's own banks of the heart
Where flows Gangs of love
The flow overwhelms me
Doesn't allow me stretch my hand
For the other…
I'm unto myself!
So you flow
So do I
Not against your tide
But with your flow
Flow Flow Flow!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I Suspect
I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.
I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.
I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.
I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.
I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.
And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.
And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.
And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.
I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.
I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few Have Tears On Hold
Who's not living getting minimal aid?
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Going where their woes flow.
Few have tears on hold.
Today everyone's affected.
And emotional.
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped.
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Who's not living getting minimal aid?
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped
And who's not feeling some pain today?
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Going where their woes flow.
Few have tears on hold.
Today everyone's affected.
And emotional.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with pain.
Everybody.
Everybody living is drained.
And...
Everybody's living with a whoop pooped.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with a whoop drooped.
Everybody.
Everybody's living with pain.
Everybody.
Everybody living is drained.
Everybody.
Everybody living is strained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Lived Moves On
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
Bouldering that overflowing dike of tears,
They may cry.
Heal.
And let those emotions subside!
But do not collect over the years,
As souvenirs awarded for their sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Very Strange
To me that's strange.
That you would want to play mind games.
Yet you don't even know my name.
Or if I have a claim to fame.
So very strange.
How some do their best to remain unchanged.
To keep a routine in their lives the same.
Without using the benefit to expand their brains.
To feel a safety that is maintained.
And holding others accountable,
To relieve themselves of any blame...
At all.
And to express no remorse,
Or apparent shame!
I find that strange.
Even though I am relaxed,
And go with the flow.
Some over reach their max...
And want others to know,
How upset they are!
Although they are the ones,
Who have gone too far!
With their noses lifted in polluted air...
Choking from an irresponsibility,
They alone put there.
To me that's strange.
That you would want to play mind games.
Yet you don't even know my name.
Or if I have a claim to fame.
So very strange.
How some like you remain unchanged.
To keep a routine kept the same.
And to express no remorse,
Or apparent shame!
And to expect others to take the blame.
Yes I do...
I find that strange.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much Deeper Than What Is Shown
There are layers of living one's life,
Complex.
That will not be easy to peel away to reveal...
What has been lived as one might suspect!
To scratch beneath a crust thought thin,
With a hope to match,
A few moments given...
To a belief thought easy to satisfy,
A curiosity to probe and pry...
Can not be applied!
Not to this specimen...
Thought to be light,
Of a wind...
One can stand against and defend.
There are layers of living one's life,
Complex.
That will not be easy to peel away to reveal...
What has been lived as one might suspect!
That which appears to sit alone as stone...
May show what's on a surface,
Something much deeper.
Much deeper...
Than what is shown!
Deeper, deeper still...
Than what is believed to be known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Way To Avoid Publicity
The best way to avoid publicity in small towns,
Especially...
Where there are those who are quick to peek and probe.
Is to pretend to seek it!
That's right.
People living in small towns love to believe,
There are those living amongst them...
Who seek attention.
And there are very few people I know,
Who advocate the advertising for peace of mind.
People living in small towns,
Frown down upon others...
Just on general principle anyway.
Anything that does not conform to limitation,
Is ignored and left alone.
That's why many celebrities and other notables,
Choose these places to live to be shunned and go unnoticed.
And this feeling has a mutual understanding that is respected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gift by A donor
Perhaps I’ll save a life today,
-and help a child in pain.
-and give a cancer patient hope,
when hope is on the wane.
When I roll up my sleeve today
And watch my life’s blood flow-
I never know the faces or names
To whom my gift will go.
My hope is the recipients,
Their crises safely past,
Will recall this gift I gave-
This day was not their last.
I don’t look the heroic type-
A faceless friend to you-
But I stand tallest when I lie
upon a cot of blue.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Where Is The Minute Within That Hour
If today is not the time for it...
Then where is the minute within that hour,
That the challenge comes...
For those living to witness something soon,
Has to be done...
Comes.
To remove the invitation of confusion.
If today is not the time for it...
Then where is the minute within that hour,
That the challenge comes...
And everyone is awakened,
Shakened from their deep...
Festive sleep,
Of delusions kept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long Way Around
You say what you say
And you pray that one day
Youll be seen between the shadows
Now thats a waist of your pain
Living your life like a saint
When it dont...no
It dont even matter
Even saints make their mistakes
Letting their dreams fall and break
All it feels like
Living in sunshine with the shades pulled down
Now I want you to see
How good life can be
You can turn around
And better your life
With the good times found
People will always take the long way around
Before you know it youll be lost and found
Living in sunshine with the shades pulled down
People will always take the long way around
People will always take the long way around
Before you know it youll be lost and found
Living in sunshine with the shades pulled down
People will always take the long way around
Im not afraid of pride
When its for the right side
Dont betray what I believe in
Stand where you want to stand
And Ill believe when I can
cause Im telling you now
I been where youre living in
People will always take the long way around
Before you know it youll be lost and found
Living in sunshine with the shades pulled down
People will always take the long way around
People will always take the long way around
Before you know it youll be lost and found
Living in sunshine with the shades pulled down
People will always take the long way around
Will tomorrow keep its promise
No one here can say
The past is all behind us
And all we have is today
And all we have is today
People will always take the long way around
Before you know it youll be lost and found
Living in sunshine with the shades pulled down
People will always take the long way around
People will always take the long way around
Before you know it youll be lost and found
Living in sunshine with the shades pulled down
People will always take the long way around
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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That Which Is Really Cherished
To value life,
More than things.
Is a mindset that arrives,
For those who choose to see beyond...
Concepts of victory.
And medals to honor valor.
Bestowed upon temporary stances of glory.
To sit dusting on an ignored mantel.
Erected to cover a natural surface.
With a wish to keep pretensions decorated.
To value life,
And the nourishment of it...
Increases one's awareness,
Of that which is really cherished...
When the threat of it leaving,
Clarifies priorities immediately.
And many folks,
Have yet to have that in their lives addressed.
Especially those consumed by credits and debts.
And living in fear,
Of missing the pettiness of life and all it affords.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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