On This Same Path Alone
For many years I have walked by myself,
On this same path alone.
Long before your birth.
Or your first steps taken to you were known.
I've absorbed criticisms about what I've done.
And ostracized because my beliefs,
Were not accepted by many.
And quite foreign to some.
I've been accused of not being black enough.
By those who now sip cocktails with whites.
I dare to be who I am at all times...
Around those without identities!
And when I am near they become uptight.
But they claim to be who they are...
Whenever they have that as an appetite!
You know the ones?
Those who pass their judgements,
On everyone!
And those who approach,
As if what I do they can do much better.
Not knowing my disposition,
Has been honed by stormy weather.
I do not argue.
But instead I am quite entertained.
Since I know these folks would run to seek shelter...
At the hint of a cloud.
Or the aspects of falling rain!
And I make no claims of not having competition.
I just live my life...
Comprehending I have none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Little or No Awareness
With little or no awareness,
They elaborate on things.
From beliefs handed to them through gossip,
To something foolish done when they are parenting.
You can't really call them victims...
Since they are steadfastly ignorant.
Comprehending their own identities...
Is something missing and allow to stunt.
And witnessing this from a knowledge obtained,
Keeps impatient an observer's point of view!
Nothing one does to share with people like this...
Will ever be accepted,
Since intelligence is suspected,
And long has been rejected...
By those who perceive,
Thinking folks are enemies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Longer Is That Scent Addicting
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
Whipped nuts with minds burning up,
Are quickly crushing themselves...
From beliefs they keep unchanged.
Slipping grips on fed delusions.
And rapidly going insane!
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
And criticized for living my life.
With judgements made that I was crazed.
But my eyes beheld the decadence and blight...
Those who invited,
While ostracizing the ones they opposed...
Who had been right.
To leave them emotionally abandoned.
While a rejoicing in ignorance...
Excited in the darkest of nights.
Now they fight each other to spite in self hatred!
With accusations made and placed...
Upon me and others of colored face.
And those who sympathize with a guarded pace.
I hear the ones seeking,
And wishing for me to come to their aid.
I hear the voices ask forgiveness.
But how can that be done?
I am not the 'One' who comes to save!
When I,
Like the others...
Have accepted we've been shunned.
The 'gift' the evildoers gave.
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
And now I find I am too loyal,
To break away from my own escape!
For a return to a burning...
Once inside me yearning.
But no longer is that scent addicting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like The Rain
I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through
On the darkest day theres always light and now I see it too
But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind
All the heavens rivers come to light and I see it all unwind
I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane
And when I hear it I just cant believe I never liked the rain
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain always calling for you Im falling for you now
Just like the rain
When the cloud is rolling over thunder striking me
Its as bright as lightning and I wonder why I couldnt see
That its always good and when the flood is gone we still remain
Guess Ive known all along I just belong here with you falling
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain always calling for you, Im falling for you now
Just like the rain I have fallen for you
Im falling for you know just like the rain
And when the night falls on our better days
And were looking to the sky
For the winds to take us high above the plains
I know that well find better ways to look into the eye
Of the storms that will be calling
Forever well be falling
Like the rain I have fallen for you, and I know just why you
Like the rain always calling for you, Im falling for you now just
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Like the rain always calling for you, Im falling for you now just
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Like the rain always calling for you, Im falling for you now just
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
song performed by by Clint Black
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Falsely Applied Devotion
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
They still point their fingers,
To pick out weirdos and freaks.
Those they consider different from them.
And those folks are hardly uptight.
Those folks picked sleep peacefully at night.
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
And everything around them has begun to sink.
As their hypocritical lives lived...
Shows cracks in foundations,
And with their beliefs on the brink.
But still they think of themselves as better than others.
And nothing they can show with evidence can prove this one bit!
Since the medications they take everyday faithfully...
Can not with falsely applied devotion just be prayed away.
Nor can their evils be hidden in masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood Suspicion
Sure I hear him say he is not like the rest.
And for many years he has been with them...
Going along.
And yet he says he had protested,
Those things done as he resisted.
If I choose not to be with anyone I do not wish...
It will not take me years,
To convince anyone or myself of this.
Sure I hear him say he has policies of change.
But there is something about someone,
Who makes claims like that...
But somehow represents conditions that remain,
Unchanged and the same.
It would be better if he wasn't a politician.
Those years he says he has been a maverick...
What makes him think,
If he has had no influence all this time...
Why would anyone give him more of it,
To sit with him and listen?
Folks today would do and say anything...
And knowing this from experience,
Leaves many distrusting with understood suspicion.
When a snake is spotted...
Most folks would not approach it,
To discover whether it was poisonous or not!
Like a dog with teeth...
It decides who and when it wishes to bite!
Remember this...
And I quote,
'What's the difference between a pitbull,
And a hockey mom?
Lipstick! '
And he has already declared women in politics,
As lipstick wearing pigs!
These are not 'those times'.
These are the times...
That 'IS'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivered To A Place That Dispenses Wings
Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.
And told they'd be there with us,
For the rest of our lives.
With a tolerance of them...
While others kept us suppressed.
As we continue to solicit,
A disrespecting done of our identities.
There is a need to awaken,
From this mental disease.
Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.
Well...
They are not,
Brandings of birth marks.
They are implications we kept...
With an expectation,
That one day if we stayed praying...
We would be delivered to a place,
That dispenses wings!
Dieing is a process!
Living the gift of life is a determination...
Some have refused to do,
Without the approval of acceptance.
From those sought to impress.
And if anyone has a need to ask,
To live a life that has been divinely given...
A praying done,
Is an unconscious routine.
Much like feeding an expectation,
That does not with 'intention' connect to the 'source'...
Through the doing of the process of living one's life!
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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In Slow Accepting Doses
If I wanted to fuzzy you with cuddly,
That approach would be for you...
Not out of the ordinary.
That is what you seek to protect your beliefs.
But it is your delusions,
That squeeze life from you.
As if to aid in your addiction to be deceive.
In slow accepting doses.
And me?
I will never deceive you.
Is that the reason why when I am around,
You begin to cringe?
Perceiving me to be a demon.
Look around you.
You are the one fighting them out of my sight.
However...
There is something about their approach,
That feeds your appetite.
Am I right?
And I am just a reminder of your insecurities.
No matter how long you try...
You can not blame your insecurities on me.
I am not a fuzzy cuddler.
And 'that' I will acknowledge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which Has Come To Sit Too Long
Uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
With a wish to split,
And done quick...
From all illegitimate conflicts.
And uptight with an appetite,
To rid it from sight.
That which has come to sit too long.
To do a doing one knows is wrong,
But done to do by few who choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Years of Growth That Is Done
Caught up in a poisoned mind,
Uptight.
Folks watching other folks watching folks' backs.
Conditioned and disciplined to have their noses,
In someone's business.
And entertained by it with illiterate wishes.
While observing life with an illegitimate social perspective,
And refined by an acceptance of mediocity.
Those with a more adventurous mindset...
Find a wealth of companionships
During nature visits.
And always is nature there patient,
In waiting!
'Not always!
And what you tryin' to say?
A tree got more sense than me? '
A tree wouldn't comprehend that,
From years of growth that is done!
'And what is that suppose to mean? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sound Like!
what if Jesus came in a dark cloud,
and fell like tender mercy rain
on the mouths of the hungry...
no hint of thunder,
no flash of lightning!
and what if the prayers
of those same hungry
were the wind that brought the cloud....
what would the rain sound like?
would you walk in this rain...
or run for shelter?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stormy Weather
Don't know why
There's no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather
Since my man and i ain't together
Keeps raining all the time
Life is bare
Gloom and misery everywhere
Stormy weather
Just can't get my poor old self together
I'm weary all the time, the time
So weary all of the time
When he went away
The blues walked in and met me
If he stays away, old rocking chair will get me
All i do is pray
The lord above will let me
Walk in the sun once more
Can't go on
Everything i had is gone
Stormy weather
Since my man and i ain't together
Keeps raining all the time
Keeps raining all of the time
I walk around,
Heavy-hearted and sad
Night comes around
And i'm still feeling bad
Rain pourin' down
Blinding every hope i had
This pitter 'n patter 'n beatin' 'n spatterin' drivin' me mad
Love, love, love, love
This misery will be the end of me
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When he went away
The blues walked in and met me
If he stays away, old rocking chair will get me
All i do is pray
The lord above will let me
Walk in the sun once more
Can't go on
Everything i had is gone
Stormy weather
Since my man and i ain't together
Keeps raining all the time, the time
Keeps raining all the time
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Just For Being
I agree with your assessments,
And the judgements that you've passed.
They are yours...
And not mine to argue.
The peace I reflect,
I did not purchase!
Or am I about to barter it away!
However...
Blemishes I have I do not hide.
I had no one there,
Protecting me with shelter...
To deny what others saw
When I appeared outside.
Sometimes followed by the law.
Just for being who I am.
A black man who is a descendent,
Of 'this' and not of foreign lands!
I wish I could sit and help others,
To dismiss their own conflicts...
With insecurities they self-inflict.
The scars I wear are not from fear.
Or from dodging comments from critics!
Whether they are far or near.
I am not here to re-adjust my appearance,
For anyone!
And whether or not that is clear...
Makes no difference,
To someone who has survived...
Out of the bowels of indifferences,
From all kinds who thrive.
Regardless of who I 'regard'...
As being in or out of their minds!
I am blessed not to have them,
Define my life at anytime!
I am not one to solicit confinement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stormy Weather
Dont know why theres no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather since my girl and I ended it together
Keeps raining all the time
Life is bad gloomy misery everywhere
Stormy weather just cant seem to get my self together
Ill be here all the time
Oh yeah, since she went away the blues walked in and met me
If she stays away a rocking chair will get me
All I do is pray the lord will let me walk in the sun once more
Oh yeah, since she went away the blues walked in and met me
If she stays away a rocking chair will get me
All I do is pray the lord will let me walk in the sun once more
Cant go on everything I had is gone
Stormy weather, since my gal and I ended it together
Keeps raining all the time, keeps raining all the time
Stormy weather, stormy weather, stormy weather
Keeps raining all the time
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Fight Of Your Life.
Getting ready for the fight of your life. The pressure is on. And you must be dynamite. Shine like never before. An insatiable appetite. No holding back. The thunder from my hands will be felt miles away. This is my last shot. And i shall falter not. Its life or death. Its without mercy. No pity for those who cant do for themselves. Revel in it. Its arrogance or confidence. Take your pick. I'm a royal prick. I'm a *ssh*le and a d*ck. But I'm living. Their comes a time when you must put the past behind. Three steps forward, two steps back. Always under attack. Well come I'm ready for the fight of my life. What ever it takes. Make or break. My will is strong. I know where i belong. Protecting them is over. I shouldered those burdens for way to long. Take a picture, savor this moment. For I'm ready for the fight of my life. Trying to predict the ending. Futile efforts. Betting on sh*t deals. Destroying what isn't real. It was never their. So now most despair and are not prepared. But I'm aware of what has to be done. Its not gonna all be fun. But im still ready for the fight of my life. Live and let live. So hard to forgive. Breaking so many ethical boundaries, all at once. Renouncing all claims. I want no parts of it. Your loss. Your cost. Substituting one bad habit for another. It wont happen again. No more friends cause I'm getting ready for the fight of my life. It will be the fight of my life and i must do it alone.
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Two Steps
Two steps together
Our Myths says
Brings two souls together
Two steps together
Is the surround of
One’s life to another
Two steps together
Can bring the long path
Seeming so far away
To so close that
One can feel the step’s beat
In his own heart.
Two steps together
But,
Will life be just the path of two steps only?
Anyhow, any steps walking is incomplete
If it is not done in two steps
All begins by just two steps together….
poem by Kriti Krits
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Steady As The Rain
Raindrops tumble to the ground
Making puddles all around
Drops of rain that look like tears
Fall on my window pane
Raindrops seem to harmonize
With teardrops falling from my eyes
And my tears keep falling down
As steady as the rain
Steady as the rain they fall
Tears that just wont dry at all
Tears that cannot wash away the pain
Sometimes without knowing it
I touch my face and find it wet
And my tears keep falling down
As steady as the rain
I cant face the fact that
I am not important in your life
Once you lived for rollin me
And then your feelings changed
Theres just no gettin over you
I try so hard, but its no use
And my tears keep falling down
As steady as the rain
Raindrops just keep falling down
Beatin out their rhythmic sounds
Dancin as they play their sweet refrain
Memories of you cloud my mind
Cloud my eyes and I start cryin
And my tears keep falling down
As steady as the rain
As steady as the rain
Steady as the rain they fall
Tears that just wont dry at all
Tears that just wont wash away the pain
Memories of you cloud my mind
Cloud my eyes and I start cryin
And my tears keep falling down
As steady as the rain
As steady as the rain
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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There can only be one absolute truth.
I thought I wrote but only dreamt a poem showing my contempt
For those who claim to know the truth. I realised when but a youth.
They claim divine authority but had no proof to offer me
I can’t believe that any creed can provide the proof I need.
Amongst themselves they can’t agree so they argue perpetually
Nor do they practice what they preach I think the truth’s beyond their reach
I can accept the faith you hold. I would not dare to be so bold
To think I dare to criticise what you believe. I’ve found it wise.
To tolerate whatever creed which seems to satisfy a need?
That can bring great comfort to those followers to whom it’s true
I seek for truth I cannot find; but would it bring me peace of mind
Or would I feel compelled to share the truth with all men every where
I do not think I could achieve a change in what folks now believe.
I will continue with my quest, I am convinced it’s for the best.
The knowledge gained from all I’ve read is safely stored inside my head
For me to ponder quietly. Beliefs peculiar to me
Although I know they may not be true. I think for now they’ll have to do
Until I find fresh evidence which seems to me make good sense
I believe only bodies die. The soul goes on triumphantly
Transmuted to a higher plane before being reborn again
What I believe may not be true what you believe is up to you
We will find out eventually that is a solid certainty.
24/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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She Remembered
She looked at the rolling hills
and valley below,
at a place she once called her home
as she waited at a bus stop
to take her away anywhere
and she remembered how it started
all those long years ago.
How loved had captured her heart
and would never let her go.
She remembered with a tear
how he had got down on one knee
and proposed to her,
and how she had accepted
so freely to share his life.
Then she remembered that wonderful day
in spring when the scent of apple blossom
drifted through the air.
The day she walked up the isle
a beautiful bride that day
and all the smiles
that everyone sent her way.
She remembered those first years,
all the struggles they had
and how alive and happy
both of them had been.
She remembered the first dark cloud
that circled overhead
and all the questions that swirled around her head.
How she had accused him
of being untrue to her.
He de-neighed every word,
said she had spoken out of haste
and never let him explain.
A dark cloud of suspicions
whether they were right or wrong
clouded her true vision of what was going on.
She became quick tempered,
snapping at everything he said.
The dark clouds grew ever more darker,
until she was blinded to the truth in front of her.
He was not doing anything
that was wrong,
only working long hours
to keep his family fed.
Then she got the call everyone dread to hear,
there had been an accident
in which he was involved.
They didn’t know how serious,
only she should get to the hospital quick.
The dark clouds evaporated
as she rushed to the hospital
only to find that he was dead.
She remembered all the things
she had accused him of
and how he had strongly de-neighed
and remembered all the hurtful things
she said to him each day.
How she hadn’t even said goodbye
on the day he died.
At the inquest it came out
it was a lack of concentration
that had lead to the accident.
She could never forgive herself
for what she had done to him.
She tried to stay in the house,
the house they called their home.
Every room held a memory
of how cruel she had been to him.
How the green-eyed monster
of jealousy had crossed her path.
Day after day, she tried to cope
with all the wrong she had done.
All the walls seem to point a finger of shame at her.
No longer could she stand it,
she had to get away.
She packed everything she needed,
locked the door and walked away.
She took a long last look across the valley
at what her anger and shame
was about to take away.
As she remembered all the good times,
more tears fell from her eyes.
She turned away as the bus
came to a halt at the stop.
She paused for a moment
as she climbed aboard
and wondered if one day
she might ever return.
21 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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My Life to Live
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!
Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!
What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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