In Between Thoughts!
I'm glad you chose me to lift your baggage.
You must have detected I was issue free.
There has to be something about me,
You spotted to give your undivided attention.
Something you saw that expresses this!
Since I do not participate in foolishness at all.
Is that it?
Is that the reason,
You selected me.
Because on my back you believe your baggage would fit?
Or you think we have something in common?
Like your perceived conception that I desire,
To share and unpack burdens?
Wherever and whatever you think I am...
I am not!
I like to pretend I am in between thoughts!
Can't you tell?
By the way I've completely ignored you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Claim Check
Its true girls come with baggage,
be she starlet or plain Jane.
The trick for guys is finding one
whose baggage they would claim.
Its said all girls are crazy,
and experience proves it true.
the secret is to find the girl
who’s crazy about you.
Its not as if we’re perfect,
We have baggage of our own.
It‘s the burden we must carry
if we’re to every have a home.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Packed Inside The Same Baggage Dragged
If anyone believes,
A happiness not felt within them...
Is going to be achieved,
By moving to another environment...
Perhaps a city of a state.
Maybe an island to escape.
Will have the same issues,
Packed inside the same baggage dragged.
And the same chips on burden shoulders...
Will be there,
On hunched backs.
As if someone else they meet,
Is going to cheerfully greet them...
To help unload the weight they carry.
Maybe an experience of getting hit in the head,
By a coconut...
Thrown as a monkey,
Who had sat peacefully in a palm tree...
Clearly expresses,
None of that is acceptable.
From 'here' you will have to leave!
'Do you see any other monkeys around here?
That's why I am alone in this tree.
Get away from me!
Feel offended,
Or whatever you wish.
But from here you will have to split.
And...
I am not a refugee from a zoo.
Nor am I here to entertain.
So let's get that straight.
Get up...
And be on your way.'
Perhaps 'then' people like that,
Will get the message.
When the unpacking of baggage is done.
It is NOT okay,
To disturb someone else's peace of mind.
What has been earned mentally is difficult to share.
And peace like this 'within' can be taken anywhere!
With an apreciation for all of life that is obvious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rummage
Being real, true, peaceful
Showing you care
May cause others to think it...
Dare.
People Carrie baggage from their past.
Clogging up the sift'er
In a new relationship.
An 'all-in' sharing is at hand
On an honest tip
You can be real and hip.
If one hole in the sift'er
Is clog
The new relationship
Headed for the fog
Your baggage may cause
Hearing problems...or
Second guesting
Beware of that.
'No holds barred'
In earnest of a new relationship
Sure there maybe some...
Swelling of the past
But remember it was that,
That wasn't honest,
That did not last.
So lose the baggage
Free your hind part
An 'all-in' sharing must be
One objective.
You can do it...
And still be be protective.
P.S. you lose more by
Being honest and that
Which is left...
IS for you.
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Keep It Focused
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Don't be dragging baggage,
From a past.
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Focus and participate.
Today do not procrastinate.
Focus and participate.
Today do not procrastinate.
Even yesterday,
May be too late.
Don't be dragging baggage,
From your past!
Keep it focused,
On the things you do...
Knowing what it is pursued.
Focus,
On the things you do...
Knowing what it is pursued.
Focus!
Just keep your focus.
Focus,
You may never have a chance to start again.
Focus,
There's no promises to end what just begins.
Focus on the 'here' and 'now'.
Tomorrow is not here to borrow.
Focus!
Just keep your focus.
Focus.
Keep it focused.
And don't get caught up dragging,
Lugging baggage from your past.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up, Down, Inside And Out
Up, down, inside and out!
That's my relationship I have with God.
The She, He, or It of this experience.
And each day I awaken with this devotion on my mind,
Caring less who doubts with struggles to find...
A reason to carry their burdens on heavy shoulders alone.
Hey,
What can I say?
I can not argue with those who accept this condoned.
I am not about that.
Especially if I am here to do God's Will.
Without questioning the facts of that.
However...
If I am here to do that,
With a hunching of my back?
My love for God better cut me some slack.
Multi-tasking AND with burdens on my shoulders to bear?
Because someone else chose to put them there?
Oh no!
God and I are too close,
To AGAIN go through that experience?
I've already proven to God,
My willingness to do unnecessary things.
And with guidance I have identified my foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Passing Through
It's the laughter most I miss
and doing things in the sun.
I look in the mirror glass
and see a woman still young
loving, outgoing and fun.
Not ready to walk away from
looking for someone.
The ad said 'organized, goal-directed, person of heart
own my own home, love my son, reaching out,
coming back and moving on, ready for what's next.'
But the ad's responses were clear
They said
“Looking for woman with no baggage,
no children, no kids.”
How can love's issue, my son,
not be love to everyone?
Why is the narrow choice for me
between parenting or happiness?
Why not both?
Why not love mine and me?
I look at him and I do not see 'baggage' of any kind.
Yet many do.
I have the mother's dilemma
indeed all parents do:
lovers love
and give their best;
but nature has built me
for devotion
to children who
are not just passing through.
A man who understands that
is the one who loves me.
Hearts fire and passions storm
but true fire grows beyond it's self
expanding
into love,
not just for me and mine
but, for yours as well, indeed.
Those who cannot love the children.
are not lovers
but merely passing through.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Intro_(se) _duction
Step back and let this thought come through.
Weed yourself from baggage.
And free yourself of issues.
Give chase with haste that bitter taste to grieve.
You don't need it anymore.
And storing it to later unpack...
Has left you with an emptiness.
Leaving you acquainted but not accustomed,
To familiarize yourself...
With your own happiness.
An intro_(se) _duction free of disgust.
Erased is the plucking of the nerves with the fuss.
Your distrusting of these times,
Can now be ousted outside to collect as dust!
Clear every corner of that from your heart.
Start trusting in yourself.
And let that build up of crust...
Surrounding with doubts,
Be chipped into pieces...
And be swept away as you shout, 'Be gone! '
An introduction comes to seduce you...
With a peace of mind you wish prolonged,
Inside!
To ride and be freed of self pity to release!
'Be gone! '
Mean it.
Say it!
And let it be known.
An intro_(se) _duction free of disgust comes.
Welcome it gladly and let this be shown...
You are happy to have it with you.
Since it is recognized for what it is.
And it has finally found a home!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Seem To Have The Whole Pot Of That To Yourself!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
That my desire to express my understanding...
Would be a point of view,
Of your...
Point of view explored.
How boring can you get?
To 'assume' that is my quest.
Your limitedness is not my goal at all.
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
You must have learned that from some historical teachings.
Something that assured you with ego and overconfidence.
Something to you that only makes sense!
As for me...?
You are just an obstacle on my journey.
An issue like baggage,
Dealt with and ignored!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
Self destruction is not my cup of tea.
You seem to have the whole pot of that to yourself!
And it appears you find it quite delicious?
I have no taste for that kind of waste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is There For Anyone To Say?
When one gives up,
They feel nothing left...
To love.
Or love!
With the throwing a half filled cup,
Away.
That is their way,
Of displaying a self interest.
When one gives up,
They wish to hold others accountable...
For their conscious actions.
With a soliciting of empathy,
They wish to see attached to that.
That is their way,
Of displaying a self interest.
And if one feels...
Nothing else is real,
For dues they have yet to pay...
The desire a stopping others in their tracks.
With a paying of an attention,
Given to them right back.
That is their way,
Of displaying a self interest.
And when one feels,
Nothing that they do...
Is going to pay?
What is there left for anyone to say?
But,
'Have a good day.'
And be on their way!
With a showing of their own interests.
In a self centeredness,
That expresses no time to give...
For the ones in an acceptance done,
Of their own foolishness to give as if a gift.
When one feels,
Nothing that they do...
Is going to pay?
With a love for nothing...
To give.
But negativity and dismay.
What is there left for anyone to say?
But,
'Have a good day.'
And be on their way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Corner
I am sitting here in a corner
You are only there
whom I am looking for.
It is you who is
there at the centrestage.
It is you who is
coming forward to
lift me with
bag and baggage.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Throw It All Away
This feeling's back today
It's so deceiving like it's never leaving
same as yesterday
As the pressure's mounting I continue counting
Why can't I drive this image from my mind
It's true that you pushed me to the point
I think I've taken all I'm going to take
This really starts to sting
The bullshit and the baggage that you bring
I'm gonna throw it all away
Throw it all away
I feel like I'm on trial
Its never ending not worth defending
Been like this for awhile
The tides are turning I'm finally learning
I think I've taken all I'm going to take
This really starts to sting
The bullshit and the baggage that you bring
I'm gonna throw it all away
Throw it all away
Throw it all away, throw it all away
Throw it all away, throw it all away
Why can't I drive this image from my mind
It's true that you pushed me to the point
I think I've taken all I'm going to take
This really starts to sting
The bullshit and the baggage that you bring
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Default
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In Subdivisions of Sorrow
Depleted of reason to stand guard,
Behind erected fences...
Constructed to prevent hints of common sense,
To break them free of a stupidity,
Shielding them from their own happiness.
These vigilantes have grown tired of sightless threats,
Imposed upon them by fears implanted
Within minds long confined by unwarranted assumptions!
They have found no one with desires wanting to attack them.
They have discovered the unrest...
Coming from an isolation they were taught to believe
Others with envy sought to take away!
A way of life enriched by leeched resources.
Their misery results from a false and foolish perception,
A common grief they cherished was treasure to be protected!
They've come to realize their conflicts are their own.
And condoning them is not what others wish to share!
This is not the freedom perceived
By those who have chosen life free of imposed restrictions.
Or suppressed with opportunities to tax,
With burdens...
In subdivisions of sorrow that has lost its glimmer,
Sheen
And distant cravings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Glad God Is
Be glad that God is truth and light
Through Christ we have His strength to fight
Be glad we have His gift to pray
That still He calls to those astray
Be glad, that God is not like me
Before He came to set me free
Before my life had seen the change
Where now to self I’m often strange
Be glad that God is not like us
Such trivial things we make a fuss
The food we eat the clothes we wear
But not of that we have to share
Be glad that God is not like you
Too short of sight to share His view
For Heaven's Lord is pure divine
Pouring out love like common wine
Be glad that God is not like they
Who sit puffed up, who waste the day
Who know it all and then some-more
Be glad it’s God who keeps the score
Be glad, that God is not like she
To shake or stir she can’t agree
Though God sends forth His Dove as guide
Heaven or hell she can’t decide
Be glad that God is not like him
Who’s cup has evil to the brim
The devil thought Christ Jesus less
So don’t give Darkness your address
Be glad that God is God indeed
He meets in life our every need
Perfect in love forever true
My God I’m glad that You are You.
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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No Regrets
Wouldn’t it be a nice world
if we had no regrets
for the things we do,
but that is not the case,
our conscience says that will not do,
so we carry the baggage
for things we’ve said or done.
The most regrets we have
is when we hurt a loved one,
it’s always in the heat of the moment
and we say and do a lot of things
that we would normally never do.
Then our conscience pricks us
and asks why did we do that,
another regret for the baggage
that we all carry around.
4 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Higher Self
Economize my rise I've done.
And snipped from useless baggage kept,
With steps directed towards the Sun.
And clouded eyes are now so clear.
Like the dawn in the morning that appears.
The higher self awaits...
To free a satiating quest I take.
Shakened loose and untied from knots.
The me within transcends and lifts...
To a place where my burdens,
Are forgotten and dropped!
Enhanced I am,
With renewed insight I've got!
Holding on I do,
With a faith unrestricted...
To heights that will not stop!
The higher self awaits...
To free a satiating quest I take.
Shakened loose and untied from knots.
The me within transcends and lifts...
To a place where my burdens,
Are forgotten and dropped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeper, My Love...
Since we have met,
And both of us have professed
Our happiness.
There is one thing left,
On this flight we choose to take.
We must be open to our faults...
And forgive heartaches.
We must appreciate flaws,
In our 'awe' we overlooked.
We were then looking to feed desire...
When the fire cooled and left our minds,
And hearts hooked!
I would like to look at it that way!
With the thoughts I have...
And how we have grown from those days!
From looking to feed desire...
With minds and hearts hooked.
We began looking at romance,
As a dance eternity took.
Then we began looking...
At each other,
Like a sister or brother.
Competitors and not friends!
We both noticed that happening...
And I am glad that came to an end.
We have been looking at each other now,
With hopes of always being together...
Somehow.
But along the way we got off track!
We can not go forward
By holding secrets back!
If our love is to stay intact...
We have to unload any baggage,
That might exhaust this flame...
When unpacked by irritation,
And regretful games.
We must not only maintain our love making good!
We must also be good at maintaining it.
And we do.
It's great! It's the best!
We have been looking at each other now,
With hopes of always being together...
Somehow.
Under gold dust weaving into a nest!
It is about to get deeper,
My love...
Deeper inside goes this emotional ride,
This love...
We have to give.
And we hold each other's hands.
Electrified and Synchronized,
Our love we love...
This way that lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One of the things I noticed more in this draft than in any recent drafts was the importance of the character issue. Players who had baggage, like Justice, fell much farther than his talent dictated. But a lot of coaches didn't want to take the chance.
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Buzz That Nonsense to Someone Else
To Drone or not to drone.
I choose not to do it.
Or become captivated by anyone,
Who is running for an office
To represent my interests.
I choose to be excited,
About every aspect of my life.
And if someone elects to monotone in drones,
With pretentions they know what is best for me...
Had better buzz that nonsense to someone else.
I seek to ignite much more than that.
I want the company of those who are happy,
Baggage and issue free.
And surrounding me with an energy,
Like busy worker bees!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Passion
There's something in my heart
That I'm burning to say
Loving you ain't easy coz
My pride gets in the way
Words are like butter
Rolling off my lips
Cut like a knife
And now I'm sinking battleships
(You know you want)
Give me a reason to take you back
Give me a reason to share
Give me a reason cause love is a season
But give me a reason to care
I like my freedom
Yeh that's my style
My manifesto lullaby
Give me a reason cause love is a season
But give me no reason to cry
There's something in your kiss
That I can't let you go
My heart says yes
My head says no
Passion's so cruel
But so hard to resist
Unfashionably cool
But its you that I miss
Give me a reason to take you back
Give me a reason to try
Give me a reason cause love is a season
But give me no reason
My passion is in season
song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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The Baggage Of Love
I'm glad she can't see my tears
in this pouring rain,
or see the hurt I'm feeling
time and time again.
But I guess that she knows it
and enjoys stringing me along.
My self respect went long ago
and she always picks the song.
Okay, she treats me mean and bad
and uses me all the time,
but what can a guy like me do,
I know that love is blind.
She has no regrets for two timing
and she lays it as it is on me.
It hurts so bad when she does this,
who needs a commentary.
I don't know why I put up with her,
our relationship is such a mess,
but she is my only reason for living
and with her the baggage is stress.
poem by Orlando Belo
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