I Could Not Be More Thrilled
Where I am,
With my life as it has been lived...
I could not be more thrilled about it.
To be gifted with talents,
And them to share and give...
Is a rewarding experience,
Only those who do this...
Know what that feeling is.
It is not about fame or fortune at all.
Or adulation received,
As one stands on a stage...
To listen and hear appreciative applause.
It's about knowing oneself,
And being grateful about it too.
So many live their lives...
Not knowing who they are or what to do.
Unhappy with their decisions made.
And wanting others to pay for their choices,
They pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Others Who Fake It
Needing less attention.
And confessing human sins.
This aging phase,
Finds many who have made it...
At such a rewarding,
Appreciative stage.
Feeling grateful to have life!
And understanding more,
Of this 'gift' that life is.
Seeing things for what they are...
And not for what they are not.
Finding it so trivial now...
To hold onto pettiness held,
To become glad and light hearted...
Knowing that 'stuff'
Has long been dropped.
I feel where I am now,
Should be the beginning.
And not near the end that comes.
Accepting reality for what it is for me.
And realizing with a maturity,
That's how life should be lived...
By each and everyone!
And that makes a happier life to live.
Knowing I am here,
To leave others who fake it...
Or however it is taken,
For their own sakes...
And making it on their own,
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A Windowpane
I looked into a windowpane
Last evening in a city far away
I was feelin sad and blue
I wondered then if I should really stay
Wanting someone to be with me in the light of this uncertain time
Waiting by the window for the man inside
To please make up his mind
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
Never knowing never feeling anything
Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
I walked along the roadway to a fountain
Where lovers come to meet
A hobo walked up to me, I could tell
He didnt have enough to eat
He said, good sir you look so kind
And though the years have stripped me to the bone
It seems I am the better man
For in this place Ive never walked alone
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
Never knowing never feeling anything
Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
Where will you be, my friendly, when your
Telephone aint givin out no calls
And when the seasons come to haunt you
Will you still find springtime in the fall
And when youre on your island
Will you wave at every ship that passes by
And will you feed a hungry man
I thank you, sir,
Now Ill just say goodbye
Dont you be one who passed through but never saw
Never knowing never feeling anything
Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do
Will you be one who passed through but never saw
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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If It Had Not Been For You
If it had not been for you...
I would not know joy like this.
Or know such happiness I have,
Could like this exist.
If it had not been for you.
So true this is!
As I think of those times,
Share between me and you.
With those memories I miss...
Never to ever could I just dismiss.
And if it had not been for you,
The weight of the world I'd still be holding.
I would get upset by the pettiness,
Of my own minor setbacks.
Brewing from a thoughtlessness.
I would later regret.
You taught me how to let 'go'...
Let live! And just 'let'.
If it had not been for you...
None of this would I be able to live through.
And if it had not been for you,
I could not walk forward...
Knowing I had attempted something tried,
I would hide and deny inside had failed!
You showed me I could and would prevail.
Even without you near as I wish...
I know if it had not been for you,
My life as it is lived now...
Would not be as rewarding as it is.
With a happiness that keeps me uplifted!
If it had not been for you,
To teach me to accept and enjoy...
All of my experiences.
And I do!
Knowing I couldn't.
If it had not been for you!
To show me whatever I wished...
It was up to me to pursue!
And I do!
And I do!
And I owe this feeling I have...to you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing you
Exhausted and tired, I met you,
All the right reasons I saw,
Asked for a hand you gave me both,
Called for care I received love,
Knowing you knowing love
Shivering without any hope,
I asked for warmth i got heat,
In your tender arms i rested,
Darling give me more
Knowing you is knowing love
You took me by the hand,
Whispered in my ear,
You called me to your side,
You loved so dearly,
Take my hand you will see,
Love is becoming us,
Knowing you is knowing love
Tell me you love me,
With words im healed,
With the gentle touch im in ecstacy,
Knowing you was a fortune,
Like a beggar finding gold,
Knowing you was knowing love
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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I Owe Who I Am to You
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To experience seasons,
With changes that exist.
In an acceptance,
Of Your offerings...
That come and go,
To be as is.
And to be able to express this...
In a completedness,
I do not resist.
With an acknowledgement,
My life on Earth without You...
Would leave me less blessed,
And prehaps without gifts.
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To lead me to learn and to grow.
Knowing I owe who I am to You!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fame And Fortune
Sittin' in the back of a limousine, feelin' just like a king
All the girls come runnin' to you, you're the latest thing
Sittin' up there at the top of the charts, lookin' like Mr. Cool
You take all the money, steal their hearts, they'll come runnin' to you
Your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
All your fame and your fortune, you better take a look around
With your fame and your fortune, careful who you talk to
Or the fame and your fortune, watch it all tumble down, yeah, oh listen now
Now you're lookin' for inspiration, somethin' to say
When you find that it don't come easy, you find them running away
You had it all in the palm of your hand, and let it slip away
You made it big, ooh so big, and then you threw it all away
All your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
Fame and your fortune, hey you better take another look
At your fame and your fortune, it set you up, then it caught you
Fame and your fortune, surely gonna let you down, hey tell me now
(Solo)
All your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
Take your fame and your fortune, wait and take a look around
For your fame and your fortune, who do you talk to
'Bout your fame and your fortune, as it all comes tumbling down
Fame and your fortune, fame and your fortune, yes all come tumbling down
Fame and your fortune, fame and your fortune, all comes tumbling down...
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song performed by by Bad Company
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A Story of a Life, Mine
Wishing for more
knowing I will always fall short
I don't live an unhappy life
just a lonely one
dreams of one day by my side
there she'll be my wife
unfortunately that's all it will be
'a Dream'
I don't live an unhappy life
just a lonely one
I allow my imagination to run wild
to have the simple things in life
a family who care too much
a trusted friend to keep me out
or get me into trouble
to have that girl look at me
the way I look at her
a simple life
I don't have an unhappy life
just a lonely one
like a fairy tale but mine's the opposite
the end of a story book
the only difference is
it's not they lived
just I lived happily lonely after
I'll possibly always be alone
but that's alright I'm not worried
I like me even if nobody else does
and that's all that matters in the end
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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Fame & Fortune
Sittin in the back of a limousine, feelin just like a king
All the girls come runnin to you, youre the latest thing
Sittin up there at the top of the charts, lookin like mr. cool
You take all the money, steal their hearts, theyll come runnin to you
Your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
All your fame and your fortune, you better take a look around
With your fame and your fortune, careful who you talk to
Or the fame and your fortune, watch it all tumble down, yeah, oh listen now
Now youre lookin for inspiration, somethin to say
When you find that it dont come easy, you find them running away
You had it all in the palm of your hand, and let it slip away
You made it big, ooh so big, and then you threw it all away
All your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
Fame and your fortune, hey you better take another look
At your fame and your fortune, it set you up, then it caught you
Fame and your fortune, surely gonna let you down, hey tell me now
(solo)
All your fame and your fortune, look what it brought you
Take your fame and your fortune, wait and take a look around
For your fame and your fortune, who do you talk to
bout your fame and your fortune, as it all comes tumbling down
Fame and your fortune, fame and your fortune, yes all come tumbling down
Fame and your fortune, fame and your fortune, all comes tumbling down...
song performed by by Bad Company
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He Comes Knowing
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you think he is oblivious to the obvious?
And living in a preferred time zone.
Comforted by hidden insecurities...
And deluded by the absence of practiced truths?
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
Do you believe,
One who has been made to feel an 'outsider'...
Does not perceive,
Who receives him as he is!
Amongst those who are quick...
To ridicule him with their negative judgements.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
He has live his entire life...
Challenged.
Disciplined and observant.
And...
He is guided by the 'Divine'!
In time,
You will discover that.
He comes knowing he is challenged.
And knowing he does...
What will and must take place,
To clean up disgraceful traces left,
By those who have lived their entire lives unchallenged...
Thoughtless.
And,
Born to feed their greed!
Prepare...
For the 'We Can and 'We Will'
Winds of change to blow,
Dramatically across the land!
And free of addicting pollutants.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Can Choose To Plant Other Seeds
Even with a fortune gone,
One can choose to carry on.
With the singing of a song that lifts.
And grateful to experience,
A life that God gives.
Even with a fortune gone,
No one has to sit forlorn.
One can choose to plant other seeds.
Knowing what exists are opportunities,
To grow and gain to prosper from God's abundance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!
Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Novelty That Commoditizes Satisfactions Until Eatened
Why would anyone want fame AND fortune?
To complicate the basicness to live one's life,
Without being scrutinized daily under spotlight.
Were we given gifts for the purpose,
To market and sell that highlights a life?
Or are we here to benefit humanity?
To assist the uplifting of consciousness.
With a living to give and to do that right!
Why would anyone want fame AND fortune?
To exist in isolation,
For the act of receiving fading adulation.
Why would one wish to sit upon a pedestal?
And regret eventually such a publicness.
To be nibbled and pick over from a notoriety treated.
Like a novelty that commoditizes satisfactions until eatened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Each Day You Live
Feel blessed.
Give thanks and be grateful.
Your talents and gifts
May not be like those of your neighbors.
But that does not diminish your value.
And you are valued.
If you weren't...
The Sun would not shine upon you!
Even when you felt a little bit cloudy.
And sometimes drench with a cleansing rain.
But it is all good.
All of it.
Only if you saw it that way,
Each day you live...
With life given to you.
You would think of them as priceless.
Each and every day.
And glow knowing it!
Having no one in a position to assess you at all!
How could they?
When you are among God's treasures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling Truth a Bit Too Thick
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Feeling truth a bit too thick,
And uncouth.
Believing it to be wicked...
And undoing the deceit,
You are accustomed to.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would campaign to smear my name.
Deny knowing me and have me framed.
You would even prefer to see me shamed.
If I claimed to live a life doing what I felt was right.
If I denounced having an appetite,
For slandering others I didn't like to backbite.
And stirring up arguments just to provoke a fight.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Choosing to manipulate.
And wanting me to participate.
With others you select,
As disposable playmates!
And I have a consciousness you fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing What Is Felt Within
There is nothing quite like,
Being honest with oneself.
Knowing what is felt within.
And how it affects...
Without concern of what comes next!
That's the best reality,
One can possibly get.
To admit mistakes...
With a forgiveness that it takes,
For one to move on!
Remaining strong and keeping a faith maintained.
After going through the motions...
Of living a life in pretense,
That 'something' about it has been lived well.
Until something about 'that'
Awakens one out of its limitation.
To realize...
There is nothing quite like,
Being honest with oneself.
Knowing what is felt within.
And how it affects...
Without concern of what comes next!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)
I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.
I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.
And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!
They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.
My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human Nature
Why dose human nature
make life a misery
Never really knowing
the paths you chose to lead
For some their lives are easy
for others not so good
The consequences of actions
often blind the good
At times in life you feel
right choices you have made
But then you start to see
those choices weren't meant to be
The regrets that often stem
From bad choices in one's life
Makes you feel unworthy
to live a better life
So how does one learn
to forgive one self's mistakes
That has hurt so many beings
and made them weary of your plight
Is it true what people say
You learn from your mistakes
are you careful not to make
another foolish mistake
So now I take a step
Towards healing all my regrets
and hope that one day
I'll be a better human being
poem by Kaila George
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You Never Listen To Me
You say not now, its too late
Nows not the time, it can wait
You never listen to me
Some things are hard to forget
Its time to do something you might regret
You never listen to me
I think that you must be blind
Havnt you noticed that Im not around
Waisting your precious time
All that I want
Is knowing that someone will notice me
I cant go on
Knowing that you never bother to listen to me
Losing the will to survive
You never act like you know Im alive
You never listen to me
All that I need
Is knowing that someone remembers me
I cant go on
Knowing that you never bother to listen to me
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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My Wife Is A Most Knowing Woman
My wife is a most knowing woman,
She always is finding me out,
She never will hear explanations
But instantly puts me to rout,
There's no use to try and deceive her,
If out with my friends night or day,
In a most inconceivable manner,
She tells where I've been right away,
She says that I'm 'mean' and 'inhuman.'
Oh! My wife is a most knowing woman.
She would've been hung up for witchcraft
If she had lived sooner, I know,
There's no hiding anything from her,
She knows what I do -- where I go;
And if I come in after midnight
And say 'I have been to the lodge,'
Oh, she says while she flies in a fury,
'Now don't think to play such a dodge!
It's all very fine, but won't do, man,'
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.
Not often I go out to dinner
And come home a little 'so so,'
I try to creep up through the hall-way,
As still as a mouse, on tip-toe,
She's sure to be waiting up for me
And then comes a nice little scene,
'What, you tell me you're sober, you wretch you,
Now don't think that I am so green!
My life is quite worn out with you, man,'
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman!
She knows me much better than I do,
Her eyes are like those of a lynx,
Though how she discovers my secrets
Is a riddle would puzzle a sphynx,
On fair days, when we go out walking,
If ladies look at me askance,
In the most harmless way, I assure you,
My wife gives me, oh! such a glance,
And says 'all these insults you'll rue, man,'
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.
Yes, I must give all of my friends up
If I would live happy and quiet;
One might as well be 'neath a tombstone
As live in confusion and riot.
This life we all know is a short one,
While some tongues are long, heaven knows,
And a miserable life is a husband's
Who numbers his wife with his foes;
I'll stay at home now like a true man,
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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That Sky Is Wide
Once there's a feeling,
Of a freedom that frees...
Once there's a feeling,
Of someone being whom they please...
Once there's a feeling,
Of a letting go,
To let things be what they 'be'.
That sky,
Seems so wide...
With the choices there.
That sky,
Seems so wide...
With so much to share.
That sky,
Seems so wide...
Why do people despair,
With a dropping of their tears everywhere.
Once one decides,
To embrace their dreams.
And once one decides,
To let their troubles fade...
Knowing that yesterday can not replayed.
When...
The sky,
Seems so wide...
With the choices there.
The sky,
Seems so wide...
With so much to share.
The sky,
Seems so wide...
Why do people despair,
With a dropping of their tears everywhere.
That sky is so wide,
With the choices there.
That sky is so wide...
With so much to share.
That sky is so wide,
Why do people despair...
With a dropping of their tears everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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