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Imbedded

Six weeks spent in quarantine.
And five months being probed,
In isolation and daily disrobed...
Over every inch of my body,
By those clothed and masked...
To microscope every crevice I had,
Is a memory I will never forget.

Imbedded in my mind,
Is that time I experienced feeling totally alone.
To say today...
There is nothing to compared to it.
Nor the reaction from those I received to get,
Who chose to gossip with embellished innuendos.
While my faith remained to strengthen....to me shows.

There is nothing to compared to it this I admit.
Nor the reaction from those visiting with images.
Who chose to gossip with embellished innuendos.
While my faith remained to strengthen.
And the few I will never forget,
Who did their very best to get me back on my feet.

Blessed are they,
Who did not wish secretly to see me defeated.
Since my healing completely,
Reveals with clarity what those of closed minds...
Would never suspect is shown to make known,
When one is assisted to climb to a higher consciousness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No More Fearful Innuendos

No more...fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.

And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.

Get from your windows.
Your neighbors can now see...what you do.
No need to whisper what you're feeling.
If it's there it will be seen like you!

Open your closed doors.
Your enemies perceived have never been.
That gossip was to get you to accept it.
While the thieves were stealing truth from under you.

Oh! Oh...
Come out of hiding.
Look at all the damage that's been done.
Don't you think that this has been intentional?
To have suspicions laid on everyone.

Oh! Oh,
No more...
Fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.

No more...fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.

Open your closed doors.
Your enemies perceived have never been.
That gossip was to get you to accept it.
While the thieves were stealing truth from under you.

Oh! Oh...
No more!

Fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.

Get from your windows.
Your neighbors now can see just what you do.
No need to whisper what you're feeling.
If it's there it will be seen like you!

And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Know That They Don't Know

They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.

They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.

And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!

Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!

They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strengthen My Faith

Strengthen my faith,
Father.
Wherever You are.
Wherever I am.
Whenever it's done.

Stengthen my faith,
Father.
Wherever I go.
And whomever I may know...
Let this show.
I am the son of You the One.

Strengthen my faith,
Father.
Let it reveal,
Just how I feel.
In every way...
With no debating,
Or temptations awaiting to test...
To lead me astray!

Let the 'light' shine,
A divine mind within me.
Knowing,
And showing...
I can grow!

Let me define,
How You are there inside me.
Guiding with a hold...
I can not let go!

Strengthen my faith,
Father.
Wherever You are.
Wherever I am.
Whenever it's done.

I will be right here...
Expressing without doubt,
Who and What fulfills all my needs!
Even 'if' and when I am found on my knees...
Pleading.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isn't That One Time Sufficient?

People do not express enough concern...
They 'say' they have for others.
Not directly.
Not to the ones they claim those feelings are aimed.
Nor in the way perceived,
By those believed to be on the receiving end.

They hear about it when it is discussed,
Through gossip.
As most 'important' issues affecting people's lives,
Are learned with embellished innuendos.
Through gossip!
It is part of the territory referred to as 'existence'.
To escape from it is to die!
Try it.
Even 'then' people victimize.

People love to complicate their daily lives,
With assumptions, reactions and apologies.

I am guilty myself for having high expectations.
Expecting others to detect my eye contact,
As an expression of my deep felt concern.
With a meaning extended that 'should' be comprehended.
You know...
If I said hello that automatically connects,
To something warm and fuzzy concealed...
Within the best of my hidden intentions.
To show that complicates emotions.
And 'emoting' is one of my least favorite things to do!

Or if I should nod in their direction,
When crossing the street without speaking...
I hope my need to have a full conversation,
Is the first thing that is noticed...
Especially,
By the way I acknowlege their presence in public.
My nods given are better than other nods I've witnessed.
Although a close body hug is what I would rather do!
But time and the setting does not permit it!
And I've already expressed my feelings about emoting.

I'm sure all of my motivations are correctly understood.
And my intentions need not to be verbalized all the time.
Isn't once enough?
Isn't that one time in meaningful exchange sufficient?

I mean,
If it's not just let me know!
I ain't got no problem with it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sneaky Peeks Out Of Windows

Can you handle scandal?
Or innuendos,
With a lifting of an eyebrow sent?

Can you handle cheeky comments made,
About who you've been seeing in discreet...
And how you like your sex done,
With 'whomever' you have had...
Prior to sneaking home to go to sleep!

Can you handle scandal?
Or innuendos,
With a lifting of an eyebrow sent?

How about someone you have yet to meet,
Paying your monthly rent?
This gossip is daily entertainment...
For those with no lives to live.
But 'know' from sneaky peeks out of windows...
Who they assume does what,
And with whom...
From notes they take and schedules they keep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduces Suspicion

Why is it,
People minding their own business...
Are today the ones suspect?

And they are the very same people,
Who wanted to give of themselves...
With interest and a self respect.

The very same people,
Others chose to disregard and reject.
And now those who once gave,
Of themselves to neglect...
Have decided to mind their own business.
And they have become the ones,
Focused upon...
As if their doings,
Will bring them too much attention.

And this introduces suspicion...
Since their peaceful existence,
Poses to others...
With innuendos whispered,
That those with peace of mind...
Should be considered by others as threats!

Even making a decision to mind one's business,
Gives others to feel there is a reason...
To have none of their own.
And the evidence of that is shown.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Greatest Achievement

An earlier life one lived,
Bombarded by nonstop activities...
Beset by ailments experienced,
And emotional tragedies.
Is not a life one seeks for an eternity to live,
When a calming done comes and has been reached.

One who achieves a peace of mind,
And given time to acknowledge those blessings...
Enjoyed when they arrive regardless of the gossip,
Done or innuendos spread by some...
Is a life one can reflect upon,
With a cherished gratefulness one learns to protect.

This is with an honesty said to be when known,
One's greatest achievement to date to one shown...
With a welcoming that is personally appreciated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devils Radio

Devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devils radio
I hear it through the day
Airwaves gettin filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Hes in the clubs and bars
And never turns it down
Talking about what he dont know
On the devils radio
Hes in your tv set
Wont give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so
The devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
(oh yeah) gossip, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) oh yeah, (oh yeah) gossip
Its white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I dont hang out much
I wonder how you cant see
Hes in the films and songs
And on all your magazines
Its everywhere that you may go
The devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an eskimo igloo
Its all across our lives
Like a weed its spread
till nothing else has space to grow
The devils radio
Can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo
The devils radio
(gossip) oh yeah, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) gossip, (gossip) gossip
Oh yeah, gossip I heard you on satans wireless
Gossip, oh yeah you know the devils radio, child
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip

song performed by by George Harrison
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Men have always detested women's gossip because they suspect the truth: their measurements are being taken and compared.

quote by Erica Jong
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Through My Ardent Prayers

With a discipline kept in practice.
And assisted through my ardent prayers.
I am there within a mental seclusion.
I am there aware and devoted...
Feeling blessed each day!
Although I am tested to accept,
And manifest delusions.

My best is tempted to slide at times.
When my mind becomes bombarded,
With teases I taste.
Most times easy to find.

I admit it can be difficult,
To break away from my human lusts.
But a faith I maintain...
To help me refrain from such temptations.
And I grow to trust,
That I can and must endure.

As long as I know my quest made is pure...
From doubt and confusion,
Induced with desires I can refuse to embrace.
I can face darkened shadows.
And replace the clouds with Sun to shine.

It is through my ardent prayers,
I dare to strengthen on my journey.
In a haste not wasted on yearnings...
To undo mistakes I can make sometimes.

But learn I do with each step I take,
I can choose whatever it is I wish.
And I wish to be free to be me...
Unafraid,
To expose my imperfections.
Or show I can heal,
From blemishes revealed.

It is through my ardent prayers,
I dare to strengthen on my journey.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State of Emergency

Vacant minds.
Fat behinds.
Gossiped innuendos,
As rampant as crime...
Defining today's times!
Pesty racists.
Bigotry freed.
Bleeding done by everyone,
To spread fed philosophies.

It's a state of emergency,
Declared, announced and condoned!
A state of emergency inflicted on humanity.
Forget about peace!
There is none on the horizon...
Whether sunrise or sunset shown!

Vacant minds.
Fat behinds.
Gossiped innuendos,
As rampant as crime...
Defining today's times!
Pesty racists.
Bigotry freed.
Bleeding done by everyone,
To spread fed philosophies.

It's a state of emergency,
Declared, announced and condoned!
A state of emergency inflicted on humanity.
Forget about peace!
There is none on the horizon...
Whether sunrise or sunset shown!

'Shelter anyone? '

Jokes like these should be left alone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None Will Admit They Knew

It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.

Forget that!

The unbearable days facing,
Those recently awakened...
Are traumatically dramatic.
With a hint that scents the air...
There is more of this to spare!

So much truth is out there now.
Remember the days when this was not allowed?
And those who dared to be honest out loud...
Had been declared negative.
And today their efforts should be spotlighted.
These folks should be applauded,
'Before' taking their bows!

It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.

And upon asking what they would do,
After going through what is known.
None will admit now,
They knew then what was coming.
Since they spent most of their time,
Ostracizing and shunning...
The ones they chased to noose to trees.
And dangling from a hanging.

While losing their breath...
Trying to get as many who were running,
Away...
To escape those blinded by lunacy.
Only updated today,
To put on display more of their craze!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Love?

Is love a feeling that everyone
encounters? Is love a feeling
which someone can handle? Is
love a reaction that everyone
must balance? Is love a reaction
which someone need perhaps? Is
love lust or someone's imbalance?
Is love pain or everyone's shame?
Is love abusive? I think not; It
should not lead anyone to harbor
doubt. Love will be what you
make it; And it won't collapse.
Love is really your point of view
perhaps. Is love enhanced or is
love a tender advance? Is it
love at all? If you have to ask,
explain or demand, I think not;
True love is joy, hope, peace,
and faith in man. So love will
always be what you make it I see;
or perhaps what it should be. A
beautiful reaction between two
people happily; I hope you all see.

poem by Patarica D. Nunn
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Those Sexual Innuendos

Innocence has blown up in a puff!

Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.

All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
And when children think of chicken...
They want to know if the rooster plucks.
And in what position does a chicken cluck.

Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.

Those sexual innuendos...
That stir things up.
Are fed to feed attraction,
With a stirring things up!

And made to trap...
Weak minds to keep attracted.

Those sexual innuendos...
That stir things up.
Are fed to feed attraction,
With a stirring things up!

And made to trap...
Weak minds to keep attracted.

Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.

All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
And when children think of chicken...
They want to know if the rooster plucks.
And in what position does a chicken cluck.

All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Far More Effective

The lies and dirt
And hearing things untrue.
The gossip and innuendos...
Done by those with limited minds too!
There is nothing else I would rather do,
Than to pull these thoughts
Out of my memory...
With the pain I felt!
And the scars that healed with much attitude!
It hurts...
To know others find feelings of mine,
Worthless.
It hurts...
When lies and dirt
And hearing things untrue said
To ruin my happiness...
And to mess up my head!
It hurts!
But not as much as being on the other end
Of retaliation!
Even forgiveness doesn't seem to control it,
When that times comes...
To payback what others have done!
I am not of the 'turn-the-other-cheek' kind!
I pray everyday that God removes the players...
And the bitterness I've been holding for years,
In my mind for some time!
Doesn't make sense repeating the ignorance.
Especially since those deeds done
Have already been repaid with my approval and delight...
By my Father!
And I thank God throughout every hour,
He has allowed me to overcome my taste for retribution!
Knowing that a 'higher power' does that
Much better than I can!
And far more effective.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reaction To Action

(spoken: check 1, 1, 1)
Alright
Its hard getting through to me
Im truly elusive
I got my own point of view
I am the one of a kind
And I tell you lil girl
Im fascinated by you
Theres something about you
That makes all the difference
Like the night is to day
Well I can get along without you
But I know that within you
Youve got what Im missing
And Ill find a way
To get reaction to action
Hey, say the word that would thrill me
Yeah, I need reaction to action
Just one look that would kill me
You got a way of drawing attention to you
You know you stand out in a crowd
But the way that you play
With any mans affections
Should never be allowed
See I consider myself
The one who will show you
Id go as far as to say
Girl, I aint leaving here without you
But you better understand
Theres only one rule in this game were gonna play
And thats reaction to action
Maybe like a word that would thrill me
I need reaction to action
One look that would kill me
Give me reaction to action
Its getting late Id better make a definite move
Reaction to action
And after that baby, its up to you
I need reaction to action
Just a word that would thrill me
I need reaction to action
You know what Im talking about
Give me some reaction to action
You got a look, you got a way thatll kill me
Reaction to action, reaction to action, action
Baby, dont think about it, just react
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action

song performed by by Foreigner
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The Visiting Aunts

This is a memory from my childhood, when I was about Nine years old.

The visiting Aunts have come through the door,
They haven't been here for six months or more,
Their presence is such an incredible bore,
Well I think so!

The visiting Aunts are so out of date,
I soon noticed that when they came through the gate,
Their dresses date back to nineteen-o-eight,
Well I think so!

The visiting Aunts have kisses that smother,
With whiskery chins as one will discover,
Each one is just as bad as the other,
Well I think so!

The visiting Aunts look all around our place,
Tutting and waving their hands, so the lace
Which encircles their wrists shakes a pace,
Why don't they go!

The visiting Aunts are staying to tea,
They're both very fat and will eat more than me,
There'll be nothing left, just you wait and see,
I told you so!

The visiting Aunts they gossip away,
About this and that and 'not in our day',
They never will listen to what others say,
I really feel low!

The visiting Aunts say it's a disgrace,
The way I'm allowed to get dirt on my face,
And go running around with an undone shoelace,
Well, I can't tie a bow!

The visiting Aunts have had 'forty winks',
Mother had said they will go soon, she thinks,
They're both motionless like a couple of sphinx,
Why don't they go!

The visiting Aunts are off down the lane,
Thank goodness they've gone now, they're really a pain, .
I hope that they never visit again,
Please, days go slow!

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Faith Is Our Fate

Faith molds our fate
A path upon which to reach
Our destiny
Where every step we make
We passed our past
To look back what fractured us
And repair it along the way

Faith is a ladder to our success
Between rails of trials and errors
Choices and decisions
But to commit them wrong
We hold on to our faith
Believing Him up there
Extending His hands
For us not to fall

It is a root to our growth
That supplement our minds
Not to succumb from failures
But rather to strengthen
The insights of our dreams
Which it then becomes
Our fate

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Healing Waters

When all the hope is gone, Ill be there to keep you strong
I will lay your body down in healing waters
Turn this darkness into light, help you stand, Ill help you fight
But dont ever let them break your spirit
Chorus:
And have faith, (a light will shine on you) and someday a light will shine on you
Then I will lay your body down in healing waters
I will lead you down to healing waters
When you cry out to the moon, Ill be there beside you
I wont let these shadows reach into your heart
Raise up the spirit of kings, let the bells of freedom ring
Dont ever let them put out this fire
And have faith, (a light will shine on you) and someday a light will shine on you
Then I will lay your body down in healing waters
And have faith, (oh have faith) and someday the sun will break on through
Then I will lay your body down in healing waters
All your troubles, oh they will be over
(guitar solo)
Dont ever let them break your spirit
And have faith, (oh have faith) and someday a light will shine on you
And I will lay your body down in healing waters
And have faith, and someday the sun will break on through
And I will lay your body down in healing waters
I will walk you down to healing waters
All your troubles, they will be over, and well never ever, wont give up
(lay your body down, lay your body down)
Healing waters (lay your body down, lay your body down)
Healing waters (lay your body down, lay your body down)
Healing waters (lay your body down)
Healing waters (lay your body down)
Healing waters (lay your body down)...

song performed by by Starship
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An apology

I apologize for being very rude
That was my initial attitude
I used to loose temper very easily
But regained later on very quickly

I will be drawn in unnecessary wrangle
Though it may be childish from any angle
What to do as it is inherent weakness?
Number of times I have tried to address and shown the keenness

I turn to look back my behavior
I wished someone to come and act as savior
I am sailor on the high sea
Independent and totally worry free

I can not compose or read my own action
I react badly to any hostile reaction
That is draw back I will mostly resent
Rest everything is o.k. and nothing to lament

I strongly believe in having healthy relation
Human being wants happiness with its elation
We can not differentiate between good or bad
Any set back in relation makes you very sad

As the clock may not stop and time may tick on
There can be hardly any event which can not be won
I have tried my level best to score honestly
Still could not create position even after trying earnestly

I have tested no defeat in life
Though it had proved difficult as if to walk on edge of knife
I remained adamant and refused to budge
Though I bore no grievance or grudge

Someone told me secretly “Love makes man perfect”
He meant to say that I must go for in and act
It was beautiful gift given by the almighty
Life is useless and hollow and may be empty

I wondered what it actually meant
How love could make all that very much apparent
I had know it to be weakness prevalent and inherent
I had not gone through that ordeal any time or recent

Any how I thought it may be nice experiment
I was in no mood to make any movement
If that was to happen any time I was well prepared
I never regretted the decision or compared

Any how I have always felt it as magnetic pull
Life becomes meaningless and appears very dull
I thought for a while and agreed for it at once
I was to make a nice attempt in that regard hence

I was not at all against any bond
In fact I was very much eager and fond
I had fear of not succeeding in that move
Friends had tried many time for apprehensions to remove

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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