Protected
Your depictions sit and haunt,
Vividly.
Although I am not physically there,
To witness any of it...
The anguish you are feeling,
Grips my heart.
Ripping it into bits.
If I had not understood this,
My tears would flow...
And not quit!
Just know whatever you are going through,
Ask of God...
To handle all of it!
And observe yourself,
Becoming protected with a mental lift!
But...
This does not happen,
If you are not prepared to pray!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Way
Lately things wont go my way
Lately everything is grey
It feels like something
It feels like nothing
So I came too far
To end up this way
Feeling like Im god
Feeling is no way
So Im angry for today
Angers the only thing Ive made
It feels like something
No its nothing
So I came too far
To end up this way
Feeling like Im god
Feeling is no way
To live this way
Hating, feeling, falling
To the place where people haunt me
I cant help but give up
Falling to the place where people know me
I cant wait
To give them these feelings of hating
Keeping in side me
For all to take
Picking at me
Theyre ripping at me
Ripping at me
So I came too far
To end up this way
Feeling like Im god
Feeling is no way
To live this way
song performed by by Korn
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Now Or Ever
You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.
If you were not facing unsurmountable conflicts,
I doubt seriously if a 'we together' would be heard...
Coming from your lips.
That is a fact of life that between us has existed.
Painting over a Zebra's stripes...
Doesn't diminish the sight of it!
And what makes you think a 'togetherness' is what I wish?
I'm not the one with a mind confused in conflict.
I remember your specific words...
'Why bother with someone I regard as worthless.'
You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.
You left me to survive alone.
And on my own you were not in the picture.
Now or ever will that be my wish.
I did not barter my soul,
Hoping for a price paid by the highest bidder.
Nor did I quit to whore...
To solicit impressions to make.
Your chose to go through that door.
You left me to survive alone.
And on my own you were not in the picture.
Now or ever will that be my wish.
You chose to whore now you handle it!
I don't think of you like the others do.
You can blitz them with bling and other meaningless things.
But someone without integrity...
Has nothing else to offer to deliver,
Or without strings attached to me bring!
If you were not facing unsurmountable conflicts,
I doubt seriously if a 'we together' would be heard...
Coming from your lips.
You've excluded me from depictions,
Of how your perfect life should be lived.
Those depictions were inflicted.
And for years,
To me you did this.
Remove your garbage from my door.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lift Me Up Like You've Plucked a Buttercup
When you come around finding you have found,
You've settled down.
With slowed jets ready to quit your lippin'
And prepared to sit and begin to listen'...
You've done shifted from a drifter position.
And it's there to be gripped!
All that life has blessed you with!
ooo-ooo
Many in fits can't handle what they get.
And they seek partnerships...
That end in arguments,
Gone ballistic.
Left in realistic lethal pieces.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
Just leave don't mention...
Any attitude you've got,
That's dropped you mopin'!
Take a little whiff of me I'll free you easy.
I'm that destiny you need.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
When you come around finding you have found,
You've settled down.
With slowed jets ready to quit your lippin'
And prepared to sit and begin to listen'...
You've done shifted from a drifter position.
And it's there to be gripped!
All that life has blessed you with!
ooo-ooo
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
ooo-ooo
Just Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Preserve Delusions Kept
I am familiar with them changing the rules,
Each time I near the goal line.
And each time I near the goal line,
They are the ones finding themselves...
Closer to the edge.
I thought I had been the only one,
To observe this mirage.
But apparently I'm not.
I am one of many participants,
Disbelieving but going along with it.
And I witness this with others,
Knowing from the very beginning...
Of a foolishness it is to want to be selective.
And when they stand at the edge,
Prepared to jump from it...
I wonder if defiance, evil and stubbornness,
To witness their own foolishness then...
Will be on their minds?
To define and validate for others,
What sickness is when pushed to its own limits.
Or...
Will they then be convinced,
One who feels confident...
Doesn't have to prove that to anyone,
If it is felt and known within a secured mind.
With a coming to grips,
The field played upon was created for everyone,
To enjoy for what it is and to share it.
But...
Some want to be seen as champions.
Even if that means...
Leaping to their deaths to preserve delusions kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even In Death
Even in death I will forever haunt you,
You made me feel worthless,
You made me cry,
We have fought like friends would fight,
But you have the nerves to lie to me saying that you didn’t talk about me,
Quit saying these mean ugly rumors about me,
Quit all the things you have caused me,
So long farewell,
Even in death I will haunt you wherever you go,
When you sleep I will haunt you,
When you eat I will banish you,
When you fight my friends I will hurt you,
Even thou I die I will haunt every step you take that is my promise to you.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Cry For Me
(tim miner)
Close my eyes at night
Who do I see
Standing right in front of me
Is it the one I try to forget
From my heart all my tears they flow
Never wanting to let you go
But somehow I did
You were out to
Chorus:
Cry for me
Pray that I can somehow see
I have nothing left to cry for you
You will have to
Cry my tears
Pray I let go of my fears
I have nothing left to cry for you
I dont know where I got on
Where I let go
But somehow I think you know
Just what you took and
Just what I gave
From my heart all my tears they flow
Never wanting to let you go
But somehow I did
So you will have to
Chorus
Id love to forget about way back when
And forgive you of the hurt again
But Ive tried, oh Ive tried
So you will have to
Chorus
Cry for me
song performed by by Paula Abdul
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I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached. She needed to have someone who understood what was happening in her mind.
quote by Charles Bronson
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The Proof Is In The Pudding
What on Earth is going on with them over there?
'I was approached to give my opinion,
Concerning the world affairs.
And all I said was...
The proof is in the pudding.
The truth in it has been revealed.
And before I knew it,
That's what they began to do.
I'm sure the store owner is thrilled.'
But...
How is the dumping of pudding mixes,
Out into the street...
Connect to your comments made?
'Observe to witness this.
That's all I have to say.
It never ceases to amaze me,
How people re-act to what they hear.'
You don't think they took your figurative comments,
Literally...
Do you?
'Observe to witness this.
That's all I have to say.'
What do you think they are hoping to find?
'Something that reminds them of truth.
Or proof of it.
Who knows? '
I'm not going to say what they are doing is stupid.
'Don't even let that cross your mind.
Just observe it to witness.
The proof is in the pudding.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Say You Are Saved
Peppered and salted is your tongue.
And you say you are saved.
Prepared and quick you are,
To assault and offend anyone.
And you say you are saved.
What is it you run from when done?
When you say you are saved.
What is it that you think,
You are protected from?
When you say you are saved.
Do you have what's needed to stop your agonies?
And when you plead to be released from bended knees...
Repeatedly,
What is that saves you...
When you say you pray faithfully,
And it stays that way everyday.
What is it you run from when done?
When you say you are saved.
What is it that you think,
You are protected from?
When you say you are saved.
To hide what you do on a daily basis.
Peppered and salted is your tongue.
And you say you are saved.
Prepared and quick you are,
To assault and offend anyone.
And you say you are saved.
You say it.
But what is it saved that you obey?
You 'say' you are saved,
But...
From what?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such A Revealing Thing To Witness
People have created their own realities.
To find themselves blocked...
In a head lock.
With a mental strain that drains them,
Physically and emotionally.
And the days they could have stopped,
A clinging onto a superficial existence...
Has from them gone.
And the act of pointing fingers,
That seems to be acceptably done by everyone...
Is such a revealing thing to witness,
About those thoughts one has...
Regarding their own accountability!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tears
Eyes are adored by everyone
but tears have their own tale to tell
understands none, the anguish & pain
of tears that are confined to the cell.
Flow of tears lightens one
none, call it shock
dropp of a tear is heartache
repressing tears, anger’s knock.
Sensitivity makes tears to flow
heartless has no tears to show
absence of tears making redundant, as it should
youthfulness and charming childhood.
Naked is the truth, tears make us weep
a lover for beloved, one loves so deep
mother’s feelings bring pearl like tears
sowing emotions, tears we reap.
Pointless, to shed tears for nothing
never squander tears for everything
tears denote emotional distress
a famine, a quack or extreme stress.
Imprisoned tears whenever freed
none is left who doesn’t grieve
shed the tears, but of happiness
and cheerfully, not of sadness.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Living Basically
A clarity disputed once,
By those refusing...
To put to rest their fantasies.
Have come to strike fear and alarm,
To those who now witness this vividly.
But in disbelief, disharmony and...
With a touch of dysfunction.
There was a time when getting a good education,
Was free.
And the seeking of truth required research,
And competition.
Today,
People graduate college and lack common sense.
With hundreds of thousands of dollars,
Owed to the government.
The same government they wish out of their lives,
And pockets.
A clarity disputed once,
By those refusing...
To put to rest their fantasies.
Have come to strike fear and alarm,
To those who now witness this vividly.
But in disbelief, disharmony and...
With a touch of dysfunction.
Who knew the days would come,
When those with turned up noses...
And feeling a happiness they can not resist.
Are those living basically,
But had been criticized for doing it...
Within their means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tears of the Greatest
oh! tears, holy are you who comes to my emptiness, of
where ever I go, you have been the mirror of what I am
true today who brings me tomorrow, and always in my
midst and night stay in my bedside play, until the last
minute of my last day, says a goodbye
you swift my deep slumber, hugging what I feel and
express in your honest tears, where the inner passion
of feeling resemble in my immortal soul, everything
desire the joy and the pain my heart adore
touch me, squeezes and grips my whole heart that grief,
leave me alone in the shadow of the wilderness and hold
me not to accept my triumphant happiness, where every
teardrops tell the meaning of myself, give me the
wisdom to hold the past and the memories that takes so
fast
now that i'm in your side, where do I go from here, where
should my loving feeling subdue when you did come
always to my way, you who have been in the path I’ve go,
believe that you will be with me until it last for a lifetime,
leaving the end of the day and longing to live in the end time
life wait me not, the tears I give it up, take me to live in
your loving mortal eye, will I’ve stay, look I'm always in your
way, sheltering the feeling of what you believe, shows
me of what is life is all about, for in every tears it fall there
is always a call and your heart I know is full
let my tears come and go, I waited you for me to show,
happiness and failure you wanted me to cried, for in every
teardrops you fall my heart leads you know, that my eyes
want you stay in every way I go, for in my journey, my tears
becomes in me……
poem by Antonio Liao
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This Could Not be Scripted
We can not realize our expectations,
If many still choose to sit and not participate...
In the cause to affect change.
We all have our 'callings'.
If we allow fear to prevent us from them...
Many of us would still experience a physical bondage.
An enslavement of sorts.
With a persistence that wont quit.
To escape from mental bondage,
Requires faith...
That is determined and unshakable!
Just a few short years ago,
Maybe less than six...
A young black man named Barack Obama,
With a dysfunctional background.
And of mixed heritage,
Was not even into politics.
TODAY...
That same man with an usual name,
Is the President of The United States.
Shattering all depictions of this presence.
If 'that' is not inspiring to anyone who claims,
To be paying attention...
With expressions of their love for God,
And 'ALL' that this Deity IS...
They should not exist!
A man who walks in faith and determination,
To rise above all obstacles has been an example...
For everyone under the Sun!
Whatever racial 'affiliation' of 'choice'
And/or belief of religious limitations...
Should observe with clarity the reality.
And upon us this visitation!
This could not be scripted as a life one has lived...
Even in the money thirsting hands,
Of those in Hollywood!
President Obama's life...
Is clearly a statement that should inspire,
All mankind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A mornings word 11/02/07
All these bits and pieces
that have fallen in disrepair
as a broken heart unleashes
all the sadness and despair
upon the fartherest reaches
as slowly it pervades
upon my soul it leaches
how completely it invades
as the tears that seem to ever flow
down upon my face
to find themselves ever so
oh so out of place
and there the pain and sorrow
seem to have taken root
and upon my emotions borrow
to pillage there and loot
all these bits and pieces
that have fallen in disrepair
as a broken heart unleashes
all the sadness and despair
poem by Wordsy Wright
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Tears are tears
Tears are tears
When the heart is torn
They flow without any fear
They come in pain
Doesn’t matter
Emotional or physical
In meeting or departing
What the mouth cannot speak
The tears say
What the heart cannot express
The tears express
A precious gift of god
To humans
Never hold them
Let them flow
They clean the eyes
And heart alike
A man without tears
Is a human without soul?
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Starting Today
(words & music by robertson)
Starting today
Im teaching my heart
Not to ache anymore
Just cause were apart
No more will I dream
Of your sweet loving ways
Gonna learn to forget you
Starting today
And when memories haunt me
And the tears starts to flow
Ill just think of the sorrow
You caused me to know
No more for the past
To return will I pray
Gonna live for tomorrow
Starting today
Starting today
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Artists of Descriptive Depictions
Picking words with syllables heard,
To sound a beat or create a mental feast.
Artists of descriptive depictions...
Choosing from within and behind,
In minds with canvassed eyes they select.
And do their best when under some kind of duress,
It seems.
To perfect,
What is envisioned with more meaning!
Like a daydream scene internally screened,
To project upon our vision.
Is a snowflake etched,
And falling to a catching ground
As fetching?
Or as profound...
As the galloping hoofs of horses,
Pulling sleighs of joyful smiles around?
When holidays are welcomed...
Dripping with seasoned sights and sounds!
Orange with yellow brightening with hints of brown,
Introducing colors of Fall on trees standing tall.
Winter mint green,
And red adorning silver streams
Of Christmas dreams...
Soon in hearts will be found!
Decorating our imaginations.
Gifted wrapped to avoid the slightest frown.
Picking words with syllables heard,
To sound a beat or create a mental feast.
Artists of descriptive depictions...
Release an increased merriment to treat.
And our minds receive them,
To dance upon memories reminisced!
In anticipation...
Impatiently waiting,
For descriptive depictions...
To come alive before our eyes
Beholding the reality of their visits!
Capturing wonder and surprise.
Dedicated:
Writers. Poets especially.
There are quite a few 'Artists of Descriptive Depictions'
that come to mind. A few like Duncan Wyllie, Ms Theo Onken
Ms Marci Made, Herbert Nehrlich...these are just a few! So
please forgive me 'IF' I did not mention you by name.
Blame that on my head and not my heart!
You all are so wonderfully inspiring with your 'gifts'!
'I thank you'...Lawrence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Brotherhood Of Man
How few have asked and understood!
'Who needs a helping hand? '
I pray you'll help the brotherhood,
The Brotherhood of Man...
What use is wisdom without love
Or skills left on the shelf?
Lift up your hearts to God above
And live not for yourself...
Instead, move on! Leave your cocoon!
Ask 'How? ' instead of 'Why? '
Release the beauty and you'll soon
Become a butterfly!
Man's apathy increases strife!
Each man should do his best!
The good works that we do in life
Go in God's treasure chest!
Through our examples, others learn
And train as volunteers...
Then with God's people they'll discern
The purpose of their years...
Let's see if you have understood!
'Who needs a helping hand? '
I pray you'll help the brotherhood,
The Brotherhood of Man...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
song performed by by Ramones
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