Seamless Fit
Whatever that was you were,
And thought I didn't see...
I saw the moment you appeared.
To disappear instantly.
Believing yourself to be faster,
Than what I can observe.
Just because I do not acknowledge it.
Or belabor a spoken wish to have clarity...
My mind has captured its vision.
And clarification with the patience I give it,
Has seldom deluded my ability...
To put pieces together to make a seamless fit.
I can pretend not to see what's going on,
In the basement of mansions behind thick stone walls.
Or someone who attempts to fake an existence.
But reeks with sleeping with demons!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cushions
When my leaders
Sit in the assembly halls,
For legislation,
With fake brains, fake thoughts,
Fake eyes, fake looks,
Fake existence, fake appearance,
Fake education, fake degrees,
They seem to me
Fake, fake beings,
As if
Some one has placed cushions,
On the sofas and chairs;
Cushions stuffed
With rags of worn out jeans
Or old pieces of sacks
Made of jute.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Remember Those Outrageous Points of View
Believing you are owed clarity,
Amuses.
I have no lapses of stored patience
To share.
Or a moment of curiosity left,
That concerns you.
Remember those outrageous points of view I had?
Remember the look of disgust you gave me,
In the comfort of your judgemental friends.
Oh by the way...
What happened to them?
Believing you are owed clarity,
Amuses.
I owe you nothing...
But my back.
And absence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faster And Faster To Nowhere
Spoken:
Somebody tell me how to get outta here
Tell me how to get out
Oh i'm running faster, faster and faster to nowhere
'cause the city's closing tighter and tighter around me
It's a nightmare, daymare, it's a badmare
No matter which way-mare
So keep running faster, faster faster and faster to nowhere
Spoken:
Unlock it here
You put me in here you did that
Somebody help me get outta here
I need you please, oh
People pushing, shoving, rushing on into the future
Windows open, closing, in a way that they just never used to
Oh there's violence lurking in the alleys
Where no one should dare go
So keep running faster, faster and faster to nowhere
Spoken:
You put me in here
You're responsible you didn't help me
Somebody
You see the city is closing in on me
Please, oh
Trip to nowhere, trip to nowhere, trip to nowhere
We're gonna take a little
Trip to nowhere, trip to nowhere, trip to nowhere
Faster and faster...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Relax. Just Observe It For What It Is
Please.
Can you assist me?
'I will do the best I can.
What is it that you seek? '
I am trying to make some sense,
Out of what's going on.
Can you tell me where it is I can go,
To begin with my efforts?
'Oh.
I can tell you many places to go.
But.
The only suggestion I can give,
Is try not to make any attempts at all.
That's right.
Pretending to go along with whatever is going on,
Will be the best solution.
Just observe it for what it is.
Trying to stand out,
As one being accountable for your actions...
Is not a healthy way to live.
Afterall
Who would understand this?
And today
People are easily offended by anyone,
Making attempts to be responsible.
Relax.
Just observe it for what it is.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Ever Make a Mistake
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
There's no need for moaning or groaning,
Over what's been done.
No one lives a perfect life,
Under the Sun!
Alibis are like houseflies.
They begin to annoy.
And habits are like pests when invited...
They are hard to destroy.
Even if you hit 'em with a bat...
They come right back!
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
Strap in that saddle and take that ride.
Admit that mistake made,
And push it aside!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it! ~
If you make a mistake,
Admit it.
And get it right out of your way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape.
Believing what is done is okay!
If you ever make a mistake,
Just admit it!
And get it out of the way.
Don't you ever fake it to escape...
That mistake someday you'll repay!
'Okay, okay, okay!
So I made a mistake.
So what's the big deal? '
~Getting you to admit it!
If you didn't...
That mistake would have others that you make!
And with me,
That's not okay! ~
'Geeessshhh...
Okay!
But please...
Stop the song and dance routine.
I get it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Like This Are The Ones Convinced
Somewhere,
One may find they are...
Unaware.
And...
Somewhere,
One may discover...
They haven't a care.
And even if they do or if they don't,
See their neighbors.
And even if they do or if they don't,
Belabor over it.
Something deep inside that's in a mind,
Wont stop...
Believing they've been followed.
Somewhere,
One may find they are...
Unaware.
And...
Somewhere,
One may discover,
They haven't a care.
Then a paranoia kept sometimes in minds...
Kept there.
Will make some people feel they are confined,
Everywhere.
And people like this are the ones convinced,
They're the ones are being followed.
Somewhere.
And even if they do or if they don't,
See their neighbors.
And even if they do or if they don't,
Belabor over it.
Something deep inside that's in a mind,
Wont stop...
Believing they've been followed.
Somewhere.
People seem to be so paranoid,
Everywhere.
People paranoid seem they're annoyed,
And they stare.
Something deep inside that's in a mind,
Wont stop...
Believing they've been followed.
Somewhere
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mind Will Find Whatever It Wants
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
A mind confined,
Spends a lot of time.
In search to uncover its own comfort.
And even when that comfort comes to show,
A stubborn mind that it needs to grow.
That mind will always find,
A way that is done not to do it.
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
The mind will find whatever it wants.
Even if that is a haunting of itself,
To keep life a threatening existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Past, A Present and It Seems Dreams
Moments are so tragic;
each to pass from Now
to the indelible Used To Be so quickly;
to pass Out Of Existence.
Even Joy is moment-to-momentary
must be renewed each Now
to avoid its demise into the Used To Be.
Sad goes from my face Now
and is forever preserved and entombed
in the great Has Happened Already-
an Iron, unrelenting destiny.
There is no Un-Sad
which can undo grief
once occurred it sinks
into the
Last Moment's abyss;
it goes instantly into
the Walled-off
never to be retrieved.
How sad.
The Past
happens so soon
and is never reconvened.
Future Yet is so malleable
and promising-
tragic past is forever engraved-
in Soul-Stone.
Now is all we have
and the in-between;
like air
cannot be captured
before it is gone;
happily
or sadly.
leaving us only
with
Future Dreams
which by definition
are not yet real
but which are also
Sustaining
as we moment
through.
So our predicament:
the inaccessible Past
the Fleeting now extinct Now
and the Non-Existent Future;
so exactly where are we
in thinking about this-
well, said the Physicist
we are popping in and out of existence
therefore suffer from Physical Uncertainty
and therefore poof, even this sentence is gone
even before it reaches the period.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Faster & Faster To Nowhere
Spoken:
Somebody tell me how to get outta here
Tell me how to get out
Oh Im running faster, faster and faster to nowhere
cause the citys closing tighter and tighter around me
Its a nightmare, daymare, its a badmare
No matter which way-mare
So keep running faster, faster faster and faster to nowhere
Spoken:
Unlock it here
You put me in here you did that
Somebody help me get outta here
I need you please, oh
People pushing, shoving, rushing on into the future
Windows open, closing, in a way that they just never used to
Oh theres violence lurking in the alleys
Where no one should dare go
So keep running faster, faster and faster to nowhere
Spoken:
You put me in here
Youre responsible you didnt help me
Somebody
You see the city is closing in on me
Please, oh
Trip to nowhere, trip to nowhere, trip to nowhere
Were gonna take a little
Trip to nowhere, trip to nowhere, trip to nowhere
Faster and faster...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Our ability to make a decision about the declaration is hampered by the British government being reluctant to give us the clarification which we require.
quote by Martin McGuinness
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Sonnet: Patience
Wait for thy day, hour, opportunity;
Things don’t happen always as per scheduled;
Patience’s, a magical ability;
Than when hot, a man can do more when cooled.
Patience pays the user rich dividends!
The more one waits, the more will be returns;
The cracks in mind of revenge, patience mends;
Reward is sure before they take thine urns.
Wait on and on but seize thy golden chance,
That seldom knocks doors of a waiting heart;
Patience is asset when you time your dance;
If ill-chosen, it capsizes life’s cart.
Remarkable is Patience in man’s craft,
That works wonders, tho’ late in every art.
poem by John Celes
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Walls
Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.
Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.
Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.
Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.
Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Best Gift?
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact...
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors...
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence...
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until One Sits Alone
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
They rather give their opinions,
Unsolicited and quick.
About how others should live,
As they pill pop to get...
Their headaches to quit.
Quieting anxieties,
Leaves them less suspicious.
As the ones who can't face their own hurdles.
Or take initiative they themselves do not permit.
Until one sits alone,
Dealing with demons on their own...
Excuses will be condone,
To label their protected wounds.
That scar them to the bone.
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
And these same demons...
Are seen from them to persist unlimited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Didn't You Warn Me?
Sometimes the best lesson to learn,
Is the one that is self taught.
With a discovery that has been enhanced.
Since the effect of it has a permanent existence.
And is better than anything tried,
By another who attempts to teach...
But thought to be unqualified.
'Why didn't you warn me? '
~Let's see...
After standing on my head.
And banging it up against the wall,
To get your attention...
I decided I had enough of it.
How many times did you expect,
For me to waste my breath? ~
'I didn't think you would allow me,
To make a fool of myself like I did.'
~And...
You learned nothing from that lesson? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Peaceful Mind
when they begin to throw stones against each other
i am no longer there
i hear nothing breaking
i see nothing bleeding
and then they follow me wondering why is this man so strange?
why does he talk only to himself?
why is he so broken despite the quiet?
there is this hollowness that spreads like a space upon itself
beyond the edges of the blanket
within the softness of the pillows
there is this irony of believing and not believing at the same time
a puzzle that we make and ultimately we cannot solve ourselves
there is this particular quiet that stabs those who care to listen
there is this life that takes life upon itself and escapes what death offers
there are tantrums of the spirits in the dawning of the end of times
the tongues of fire descends upon us and there is no moment of misunderstanding
we theorize that these, all these possibilities can exist
a quiet that conquers and devours what evils we have stored beneath our bellies
a quiet that can not be bought or sold or squander
the soft rain during a sunny day hovering upon a thick grass spreading
in every nooks of our humanities....
this is a peaceful mind speaking unfiltered what comes and says what comes genuinely unedited on meanings still to be captured
decipher then if you can in the quietest moment of your mind
falter not, perhaps flatter a little, flip, flop and flap those wings unimagined...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. Mark (Chapter 16)
When Sabbath Day was o’er, Mary, Salome
And Mary Magdalene had bought spices,
To go anoint the body of Jesus.
They reached the tomb when sun has just risen;
On week’s first day, they wondered who will roll
The stone away for them at tomb’s entrance.
They came but saw the large stone rolled away!
Entering the tomb, they saw a young man sit,
In robe of white, clad; they were so amazed.
He said to them, “Don’t be amazed, you seek
Jesus of Nazareth, the crucified;
He’s not here; Behold the place He was laid!
He has been raised from the dead and alive”
Go tell His disciples and Peter too,
“He goes ahead to Galilee;
There they will see Him, as He told! ”
Afraid, they fled out of the tomb, trembling;
They did not speak to anyone right then.
Jesus appeared to Mary Magdalene
And drove out seven demons, out of her.
She told her mourning companions of this.
They didn’t believe hearing He was alive;
He appeared in another form to two
Of them, while walking to the country-side.
They came and told the others about this.
He then appeared to eleven at table,
Rebuking them for utter disbelief,
Hardness of heart, despite being well told;
He said to them, “Go into the whole world,
Proclaim the Gospel to every creature! ”
Whoev’r believes and baptized, will be saved;
Whoever doesn’t believe will be condemned.
The signs that come to those who me believe:
They’ll drive out demons in my name;
And speak new languages;
They’ll pick up serpents with bare hands;
No poison that they drink can ev’r harm them;
By placing hands over the sick, they’re cured.
Soon after Jesus had spoken to them,
He was taken into heaven,
And took His seat at the right hand of God.
His disciples went forth and preached as told;
Lord worked with them and confirmed it by signs!
poem by John Celes
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Disappear
(j farriss & michael hutchence)
Say Im crying
Im looking at whats on tv
Pain and suffering
And the struggle
To be free
It cant ever be denied and i
Never will ignore
But when I see you coming
I can take it all
Chorus
Youre so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Say youre mine
And give yourself to the
Feelings that you know
Im needing
All that you can give me
All the things
That you do so well
Words are healing
Sweet anticipation
Making spells
As the shadows close in
Fall across all our yesterdays
Chorus
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Say if I could
Look into myself and reason
But I could never never see or
Make snese of the dealings
Turn around
Am I looking at salvation
Make me realise all that I am
You put the light inside this man
Chorus
song performed by by INXS
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Deductive Reasoning
Learn to spell...
Well.
Learn to articulate,
With unmistakable known and correct...
Definition others united together and accept.
Be specific in thought.
Without confusion to dilute,
Into invitations to debate.
Misunderstandings often arise,
When connections aren't firmly tied.
And if you are misunderstood,
Because a clarity has been overshadowed...
By a metaphor or two,
Not intended by you to use...
To diffuse.
Learn more math.
Since the exactness of it teaches,
There are areas of life yet to be lived,
By many not seeking to reach a clarity of vision.
With a concentrated effort needing less to hear...
What is spoken 'thought' to be from a pulpit preached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clarity Achieved Is Refreshing!
You deal with the semantics,
Of language use.
Deal with the perfection of corrected,
Presentation.
With ideals of that pursued.
Deal with the acceptance between,
That which is offensive...
And what is in good taste.
As I live my life not fearing to make mistakes.
Since I have not agreed to any contract,
That places my movements and choices made...
Above anyone who chooses to be analytical.
And a setting done on a determined right track.
Although those perceptions change on a daily basis.
I refuse to become subdued by limitations,
Regardless of who believes I should...
To please a confused conformity.
Lostt in ever thickening deep woods.
All trees does not one forest make!
And I do not assume what i see is a forest.
If I have yet to experience it!
I am here to journey on a path,
I have never experience before!
And I will do just that,
As long as this gift of life I have lasts.
Is there anything else you perceive,
Needs from me...
A clarification?
If not...
I will not be wasting time,
Trying to define my life for anyone.
Or make attempts to re-route my steps,
For anyone who has not blessed me...
With the breath God has granted me to breathe.
Have I achieved for 'you' any clarity?
Believe me...
Clarity achieved is refreshing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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