I'd Rather Swim In It Or Drink Water
I do not seek to be anyone's spokesman.
Or elected to hold any office to represent a cause.
I'd rather swim in it or drink water than to walk on it!
And if I am to be judged...
Judge me for my ability to remain truthful.
Being nice and polite...
And expressing social graces to be invited,
Where others of influence gather in pretense....
Is not a goal I am wishing to achieve.
I've never confused popularity with privacy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularity
Popularity is great...
For those on missions to seek it.
For those conditioned to live to be liked,
Inspite of how one inside truthfully feels.
For those running for an office,
With blemishes and flaws...
They will not escape a scrutiny,
Until they are left wishing...
They did not do this!
There are those who use looks,
To flaunt about.
Hoping this attention...
Separates them and stands them out!
And then there are those,
Who do not seek popularity at all.
It is just something about what they do...
That make some folks believe,
They are seeking ahs and ooo's.
While the opposite of that,
Is where their minds are at.
And this is true.
If you asked those who are more popular,
Than me and you.
And I wish I had time to do that.
Signing autographs prevents that task.
And the paparazzi stays on my path.
And all I'm wishing for on days like this...
Is just some privacy,
While I eat my tuna sandwich!
Oooohhh...
The anguish one suffers,
When something done meets approval...
That separates them from so many others!
'hehe...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confused
'Mrs. Poppington...
If they are derelict in performing their duties
As elected officials
And they represent their contituents,
Who placed them in office
To conduct the protection
And goodwill of the people...
Why are nearly most of them incompetent?
And all of them lawbreakers? '
They are 'not' incompetent, Jimmie!
As you stated...
They represent their contituency!
They reflect those who put them in those positions!
And...
Let me make this clear.
You can not 'break' something you make.
It is 'recreated' to reflect change!
That's called 'addendum'.
'OH!
So...
Does that mean when you tell us not to cheat
On tests,
You really mean the opposite?
You want us to find a more creative way to do it?
And it's okay when Billy 'addendumizes' my work,
When you leave the classroom?
I'm confused! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walk, Press, Swim
Walk on, walk on
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God
Walk on, walk on.
I walk by a different drum
Walk on, walk on
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God
Walk on, walk on.
Seek truth, knowledge, wisdom, understanding.
Walk on, walk on,
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God
Walk on, walk on.
Walk in the water of the word.
Walk on, walk on
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God
Walk in the water of the word,
Walk on, walk on!
Press in, press in.
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God.
Press in, press in.
Press in deeper
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God
Press in deeper.
Press in deeper
By the Power of the spirit of the living God.
Press in deeper!
Swim on, swim on,
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God
Swim on, swim on.
Swim a little deeper.
Oh, yea, Swim on, swim on,
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God
Swim on, swim on.
Prophesy, speak my word.
Swim on, swim on
By the Power of the Spirit of the living God.
Swim on, swim on!
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These Times Lived Have Left Those Times Behind
There is no preventing those
Who choose their influence
To deceive with a prefabrication of truth
They do it as if credible
With a leading of the ones who follow
To believe in anything
They say and do
And conflict those who lie can raise
Just based upon innuendo
As long as they know
An attention can be obtained
With truth and honesty not a goal to achieve
Nor obtain to maintain
To keep one's popularity
These times lived have left those times behind
'Anything I have said before
Has nothing to do what I say to you now
Are there any other questions? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judged
Will they judge me by the color of my skin
Instead by my soul and whats deep within
When I am greeted by either women or men
Will they even ask where I have been.
Will I be judged because I am a man
With my heart and feelings will they understand
Will I be greeted with an outreached hand
Will they hold it against me when I make a stand.
Will I be judged because I am old
And not wanting to do the things that I am told
Will they remember the good deeds that I sowed
As onto truth and honesty I will always hold.
Will I be judged because of the way I was
Once I found happiness and also love
But then I found out it was hate and also lust
So please tell me, how will I be judge.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Who Allowed This Disappointment
Hmmm,
Let's see!
If I am disappointed.
And you say,
You are disappointed.
And here we are listening,
To them express their disappointment.
Who allowed this disappointment,
To get 'this' disappointing?
'That's a good question!
Maybe those we elected to represent us,
Misunderstood it was not our disappointment...
We elected them to represent.
But instead...
To find solutions for the reasons 'why',
We were disappointed in the first place.'
You may have a point.
None of us really agreed to be freed of disappointment.
And we keep electing those to represent,
The best of our disappointments.
And this has never been what any of us wanted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All I Ask
Stumbling down a road lined with signs
It's obvious I'm in the wrong direction
But I won't stop now you know I feel fine
Just looking for some affection
And all I ask is to be able to hold on longer
And all I ask is to be able to walk on water
Walk on water
I figure it won't be long it won't be hard
Just gotta get my feet back on the ground
Just gotten a hold of some unlucky cards
And I have yet to make another round
And all I ask is to be able to hold on longer
And all I ask is to be able to walk on water
Walk on water
No one lent a hand, no one laid a look upon me
Invisible to everything but blame
No, and no one cared to tell, no one dared to believe in anything
And left me to drown in this pain
And all I ask is to be able to hold on longer
And all I ask is to be able to walk on water
Walk on water
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Water is of Us
I cleverly walk the road as destitutes gather
And walk with me as well. How are they to live?
My past has excelled by its standards,
And I achieve more than God,
Forcing life into ruin and boiling fluid,
The hot substance I called water,
As water is like ice and every solid is from it.
I make offices to keep solid money and wealth
As water is like returning to planes of travel.
Rivers of motion are containing the emotion,
The arousal of angels is against the feeling
Of every body, of all that is consuming water.
Water is bred by the God and earth is looking like
That created. All of air is solid, and gas is making our fire.
We must never burn in our lost position.
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Mr. Bellows
The president hes a pretty nice guy
Id like to take him out to dinner sometime
Drive around in his motorcade
Talk about those bills that aint been paid
And maybe later, on just for fun,
Well shoot off his submachine gun
Well shoot out the sky, shoot out the sea
Shoot out those dreams about you and me
Chorus:
Take my hand girl, i know where youve been
Up the flag ppole and back down again
Walk on water or sink or swim
When youre with me her majesty, the queen, is a pretty nice babe
And id like to take her down to st. petersburg someday
Hang around with her friends and old joe kennedy
After dinner i might give her a squeeze
Then well just see how blue her blood really is
And in the morning she can introduce me to her kids
Chorus:
Take my hand girl, i know where youve been
Up the flag ppole and back down again
Walk on water or sink or swim
When youre with me well our lord jesus he wants me to pray
So i do every single day
I donr know if i coming in very clear
But supposedly he can hear me from here
And sometimes he gives me a little relief
When im down here on my knees
But theres no redemption on judgement day
For people like you and me
Chorus:
Take my hand girl, i know where youve been
Up the flag pole and back down again
Walk on water or sink or swim
When youre with me
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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I Kenneth Robert Livingstone, having been elected to the office of mayor of London, declare that I take that office upon myself, and will duly and faithfully fulfil the duties of it to the best of my judgement and ability.
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Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
quote by Jesus Christ
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What I Do Know
I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
Masquerading one's feelings,
To later expose them behind one's back...
Is sooo,
Uncool!
And those who do it,
Are sooo...
Unattached from integrity.
I could care less how many Bibles,
They quote scriptures from.
These folks are gutter dwellers.
I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
I've been accused of being embittered,
For expressing the anger felt...
From those experiences that brought tragedy,
Into my life.
And quickly I admit it.
Yes.
And my rebuttal about that?
If you don't want to know...
Don't ask!
A rule I use...
To free myself from fools.
I've been told I appear too happy,
With a lack of empathy shown to others.
I can express it.
Yes.
Empathy when given...
Is empathy at its best when expressed.
But becoming overwhelmed by depression?
How does that benefit,
My attempts to get away from it?
Why sit with someone wishing to serve pity?
However...
I do recognize my peace of mind.
How I got it.
When I got it.
And who has yet to arrive...
To be grateful they are alive.
And my life is not on hold!
To wait to behold the beauty of it.
That's what I do know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broken dream
America, land of the free.
Anyone can aspire to be
President: though reality
to me would appear to be.
Only the rich have any chance
You need dollars to enhance
and create the circumstance.
By which you could achieve your goal
I have to say that on the whole.
That you are only free to dream.
Cash dollars taking precedence.
Over proven ability
and personal integrity.
If you have cash then you can buy
a lot of popularity.
The systems rotten to the core.
We cannot trust it any more.
Not as we could in days of yore.
America land of the free
Very sadly has come to be.
a hot bed of iniquity.
where criminals escape scott free.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Popularity Had Is So Passé
A popularity had is so passé
Like a trasition from one fad to another,
That eventually goes away.
For some it is nice to be the one adored.
Until the reality of becoming a bore to ignore,
Hits one that faces a closing of a door.
A popularity had is so passé .
Here today...
And 'maybe' tomorrow.
But never coming for anyone,
To sit and visit with hints of it to stay.
Anything or anyone once given it,
Gives it up one day.
A popularity had is so passé.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Drink The Water
This a religion
No, this a drag
That man over there is smoking sweet cigarettes
Hey look at that fag !
I had a dream
I saw you swim
Sink to your grave
Down to davy jones locker
Under the waves
Dont say thank God for simple truths
Take me to your leader
Take me for a ride
The shutters were never open
The day I used to hide
All of the things
I never knew
I should have said
When you looked like frida kahlo
Curled up in bed
Dont say thank God for simple truths
Dont drink the water, baby
Dont drink the water, baby
So much emotion, these eyes a strange kind of blue
Deep as the ocean, they named a sea after you
Dont say thank God for simple truths
Dont drink the water, baby
Dont drink the water, baby
Dont drink the water, baby
Dont drink the water, baby
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Wade IN The Water
I admit to once being an alcoholic.
Needing to drink wine everyday...
When in the 1970's.
And I smoked more weed,
Than I believed could be grown.
I wouldn't and couldn't touch that mess,
Today.
Too many chemicals added.
And...
I can't think of anyone,
Who has experimented sexually...
With both men and women.
And please don't ask me my preference.
I don't want to seem confused about the issue.
Name a sickness or disease.
I know I had to have had it.
I have had military experience,
To prove I am patriotic.
Plus I loved my parents so much...
I sacrificed my own life to be at their side.
'That's great news.
Glad to hear this.
But...
What is the purpose?
What is your intent? '
I may consider running for public office.
And I can not think of anyone else...
More qualified than I.
I am not one to profess to walk on water.
'Then...
Why are you standing in the middle of that pool?
To prove,
What? '
Oh,
I can wade IN the water.
But I have not determined,
The best way to walk ON it...
Yet!
'What about your religious beliefs? '
Why do you think I am wading,
In the middle of this pool?
That should answer your question,
And remove any doubt you have...
About me being a believer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Siren Of The Sea
Sea-
When the tide comes in
I will walk upon two feet
I will wander through the shallow waters
So we two can meet
When the tide goes out
I will join it in the sea
When the waves crash against the shore
Look upon them and remember me
Land-
I shall not walk upon the land
But I shall sing to you from the sea
The tune of the ocean
In such fluid melody
So jump into the water
And take me by the hand
Walk with me through the sea
For I cannot bear the land
Swim-
Walk into the waters
For that is where you will find me
Bathe with me in the ocean
And swim with me through the sea
For there you will always find me
The sea is my song
I will sing it to you as we swim
For this is where we belong
Walk-
I shall not walk upon dry land
Though two feet could be mine
My fins are what I am accustom to
And they suit me just fine
I will not walk upon dry land
For there I cannot be
So delve into the ocean
And you may swim with me
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Two Pistols
You complain about doing things,
My way.
Although 'your' way...
Is clearly indecisive.
And held up in prolong debate.
When I came upon the scene,
I believed it to be simple...
For all of us to come to the same table,
To iron out our differences.
And agree we've all been elected,
To represent those needs of our constituents.
But most of you are petty.
And outrageously racist!
Yeah...
I said it.
You're a bunch of boneheaded racists.
And...
As the 'elected' president of this united mess,
You folks have created.
THIS will be the agenda,
I've brought to this meeting!
Most of you seem to be curious about these 'visuals'?
Let me explain...
Those who can not see clearly,
I want you close.
So gather around.
Here you will see,
A basketball, multiple pairs of boxing gloves.
Tickets to Disney World.
And two pistols to use for a duel!
Anyone wishing the tickets to Disney World,
Has to first win the duel.
And here are those rules for the duel...
One of us will be blind folded.
And the other one...
Is going to be the President of the United States.
And...
That should end,
Any future disagreements...
About my policies.
Any questions?
You wanted an openness,
With a change you can believe?
It is time to take it to that plateau.
Again...
Any questions?
None?
Finally we are getting somewhere.
It appears an awakening process has started.
Excellent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Good' Life
Wake up in the morning to screaming,
Reporters getting into your personal life,
No privacy,
As you walk down the street,
You are followed constantly by people you do not know
No privacy
You break up with your girlfriend, for the fifth time
It’s on the cover of a magazine
No privacy
Every fucking shit we take,
It’s recorded somewhere
No privacy
You die a tragic death at a young age,
People who you have never met attend your funeral
No privacy
This is what we call the “good” life…
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What Are You Saying?
Why are the people looking shocked and stunned?
'The one they elected to public office,
To represent their interests.
Has actually confessed to making a mistake,
Without it being yet formally acknowledged.'
NO! ?
'Yes!
And on top of it,
He is holding himself accountable...
For his own actions.'
WHAT?
What on Earth did he do?
'He was seen early this morning.
Jogging.
And without a jockstrap! '
So...
What do you suspect will happen next?
'Well,
It is just a rumor.
No one yet has had this confirmed.
Or has come forward with any evidence.'
Who started the rumor?
'I have my own suspicions.
And these politicians today will do anything,
To get re-elected.'
What are you saying?
'Look!
Would you be that concerned,
About who had a jockstrap on jogging...
At 5: 30 in the morning?
It's not like he's a member of the royal family.
No one cares to spot his jewels.'
What time in the morning does he jog?
And where?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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