Only God Knows How That Goes
You need not know,
What it is I am thinking.
You need not know.
You need not know
What keeps me from sinking.
You need not know.
You need not know,
The weight on my shoulders...
Or the burdens of my load.
Or where I go,
To unravel my sack...
Off my back.
Or what it takes to keep me on track.
My burdens lift with quick assistance.
Only God knows how that goes.
Only God knows that's a fact.
God and I both know I am grateful for that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens that are changing,
I believe in redemption that was not fighting these burdens speedily,
I believe in burdens that seem ending,
In reality they were not,
I believe that feigned verses were making from unfeigned verses,
Plant the corn,
Look at it with a scorn,
It is going the same with burdens,
I believe in burdens that will end,
I believe in burdens that are making,
All Truth is that Christ will conquer the burdens,
Truth is the Sword,
When Christ give's me the Swords,
I will see Him giving me Sword to conquer the Burdens.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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The Burden...
there are burdens
like sack filled with rocks
at our backs
we feel the weights
pulling us
to the holes of this earth
but those
who underestimated us
cannot see
we carry these burdens
silently
those that watch and humiliate us
shall never know
the wisdom we have
our sacrifices are invisible
our faces show nothing
but satisfaction
there are burdens
that make our lives worth living
in another hour.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Put The Weight On My Shoulders
Put the weight on my shoulders
Take the load off of your mind
Cause the headwinds that blow
Will fade away in time
Rest yourself on my waters
Take the lifeline from me
Rise above what has passed
And let yourself be free
I only know what love must bear
Through laiden times I will be there
And when your down Ill break the fall
Loose the weight on my shoulders
It aint no weight at all
I only know what love must do
When fortune cries Ill follow you
And when your down Ill break your fall
Put the weight on my shoulders
It aint no weight at all
Put the weight on my shoulders
See you star how it shines
Cause theyre so many dreams
Left to find
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
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Knock It Down
Knock it down,
All the hurting.
Knock it down,
All the pain.
Knock it down,
From your vision.
Knock it off your name!
Knock it down,
All the hurting.
Knock it down,
All the pain.
Knock it down,
From your vision.
And knock it off your name.
Take that load,
Off those shoulders you hold.
And knock it down to the ground.
Don't try to reload.
Take those burdens,
And snatch them off your back.
And knock them down to the ground...
With a skit to see them scat.
Take that load,
Off those shoulders you hold.
And knock it down to the ground.
Don't try to reload.
Knock it down,
All the hurting.
Knock it down,
All the pain.
Knock it down,
From your vision.
Knock it off your name!
Take that load,
Off those shoulders you hold.
Knock it down,
All the hurting.
Knock it down,
All the pain.
Take those burdens,
And snatch them off your back.
Knock them down,
Out of vision.
And knock them off your name.
Take that load,
Off those shoulders you hold.
And knock it down to the ground.
Don't try to reload.
Take those burdens,
And snatch them off your back.
Knock it down,
All the hurting.
Knock it down,
All the pain.
Knock it down,
From your vision.
Knock it off your name!
Knock it down,
All the hurting.
Knock it down,
All the pain.
Knock it down,
From your vision.
Knock it off your name!
Take those burdens,
And snatch them off your back.
And knock them down to the ground...
With a skit to see them scat.
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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Our Prayer
our prayer is not to have
any burdens
ah, burdens are anywhere
for these
make us real men
our prayer is for us
to have wider shoulders
stronger arms
swift feet like mercurial
wings
so we can carry more
than the rest
of those who
are defeated.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Be So Quick to Pick Them Up
I think I've said enough,
About the importance of letting things be...
What they are.
Without the wanting to enhance them,
Or advance delusions placed upon your shoulders.
There is a reason applied to everything done.
We prefer not to become too closely associated,
With the outlook some say comes.
But in the letting of things be what they are...
As they come to be what they are,
Would save you the weight of added burdens to carry.
Don't be so quick to pick them up.
They may not come to you at all.
What will you then do...?
Feel neglected?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Clouds Do I See
I'm back on the road.
Detoured by my burdens and that load.
No tears do I shed.
I've cleared out my head.
And there's such a peace in me instead.
I once crawled on knees.
In pity that would not set me free.
Then one day I met,
Regrets I had kept.
And realized they dismissed my peace.
I stood on my feet.
And told them from me they had to leave.
All doubts disappeared.
The sky then did clear.
The Sun like a smile on me appeared.
I'm back on the road.
Detoured by my burdens and that load.
No tears do I shed.
I've cleared out my head.
And there's such a peace in me instead...
All over me!
No clouds do I see,
Over me.
No clouds do I see,
Over me.
No clouds do I see,
Over me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Or Problems?
Aye, I have decided to throw away my burdens and troubles!
this I did today, I went to a voodoo man and said,
man, I want no more troubles and problems, so I want to exchange every thing that burdens me for sweet things! stated I.
What be thy need in exchange for this burdens and what be this burdens? he asked me.
This said I to him, wealth! I would rather be rich than burdened or troubled, give me one hundred billion pounds and take the law away from me, they are my burden! this said I to him.what would ye do? if thou were I? to many, the law be good, to many, the law be a problem, to me, they are become a problem, and I would rather be richly happy than burdened by the law, tought I.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Burden On The Shoulders
as the weight of the burden
on the shoulders increases
one develops a trend
an evolution comes
saving you from ruin
now on stronger arms
and bigger bones
the weight becomes lighter
for this is what life is all about
the more burdens there are
the stronger we become
with more rain
the thirst of the earth too deepens
in automation
the balance seeks its own scale
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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First to Complain About Obstacles
May those who throw stones,
Come to know...
What the baring of one's own burdens mean.
Shoulders left alone to carry their weight,
Do it...
Without anticipating to be assisted.
It seems as though those,
With nothing positive to offer.
Are the first to complain about obstacles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burdens Are Not Eased
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
There is a sense of responsibility,
One of wisdom can not resist.
Eyes that begin to open,
See more not less.
And the wider that they open...
Everything begins to connect.
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
There is a sense of responsibility,
One of wisdom can not resist.
Or,
Wish away something witnessed...
That a heart can not forget!
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
The mind just finds another way,
To have these burdens appear...
As if they don't exist!
With other burdens to carry,
Those not carrying them would not expect.
Or accept!
One can hear them whine,
About everything they reject.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liquid
Smoke consumes his lungs.
Liquid fills his stomach.
He feels the weight of the world on his shoulders.
So he tries to lift it off a little by smoking and drinking.
The amount of stress keeps piling on his shoulders.
Little does he know that his baby girl is ready to lift the weight of his shoulders
and fill his body with love and compassion.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Who Is To Know This?
The load too heavy.
With a shifting done,
On sore shoulders.
And assistance never comes...
To the one,
Appearing to carry weight...
As a custom shown,
That becomes ignored by everyone.
The load too heavy.
With a shifting done,
On sore shoulders.
Hurts.
But who is to know this?
Or notice.
When lives lived to exist,
Become part of an atmosphere...
Accepted as seen,
With no other life known.
And assistance never comes...
To the one,
Appearing to carry weight...
As a custom shown.
But...
Who is to know this?
Or notice?
When lives lived to exist,
Become part of an atmosphere...
Accepted as seen,
With no other life known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sisyphus My Friend
sisyphus my friend
what rock shall we roll
tonight
on this hilltop?
tell me, what size of rock
fits my size today,
i am big and my shoulders are broad
i have a happy disposition
i am used to all these
burdens and they all seem the same to me
i get used to rolling rocks
and i like them all
they all feel the same to me
you see, my friend,
nothing is heavy now
nothing hurts
nothing is worth thinking
nothing is worth complaining
i like everything
i like all these burdens
everything is a play now
a game
a gimmickry, a role playing, a sham,
and i am so shocked
why they write about us
why they think
we are stupid, dumb, and so unjust
come my friend
let us be as absurd as ever
come my friend
let us be great
let us carve our names in stone
twin sisyphus, the confused,
yet, still so strong...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doldrum Free
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
There is now a peace beneath my daily bouts,
With conflict.
They are there but I no longer sit with them.
They no longer demand my time...
Found when I am snuggled up in doubt!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
Shouting I do with delight...
I hope this process isn't mind to witness alone!
Infighting without insight,
These doldrums I borrowed...
I never owned.
I did not know that!
But I know I keep my faith,
And something about that pleases my Savior!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
And it was as if I knew instantly...
Why they were there so long!
I was finally convinced,
The world I lived in and thought was mine...
To fence in defended senselessness,
Was of God's creation!
I am here to test burdens...
Not to market them to insist they produce pleasure!
And when God came to lift me of those burdens,
They were no longer mine to define with emotion!
God knows I am not competent reflecting sorrow!
That task He took away from me...
Leaving me doldrum free as He commands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only To Leave With A Keeping
Closer so many are to torment,
They would rather smear to sleaze...
Anyone they regard as seeing life,
To be lived making attempts to be happy...
With a removing of burdens,
From their own shoulders to lift.
There are those who despise people like this.
Only to leave with a keeping buried deeper within,
A hidden dislike for themselves and not admitting it.
'I hate you! '
I know.
You have been proving it for centuries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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