Seated Next to Hypocrites
Must we discuss,
The lost side of negativity?
I choose not to reset bitterness,
To sit within me and make uncomfortable,
My stress absent environment.
It is not that I am unaware of negativity.
I refuse to endorse its presence or existence.
And I care less how much of it is around.
So is prostitution!
Look at the many ways,
People are paying to get screwed.
Yes.
I have heard about the devil as well.
Especially by those who can show their devilment.
In re-anactments experienced.
Again and again!
To then preach about decadence and sin!
With free flowing scriptures quoted.
On many traveled block from coast to coast,
You will see these folks confessing misdeeds
Of their unconsciousness.
With the innovation of a gifted excuse maker.
I know about that.
And I know about them!
The eyes are not only limited to what can be seen.
The heart and mind are connected by thoughts.
and I have been taught...
Not to keep my mind focused there to pay homage.
I want to free myself from those inflictions.
And to make a visit to congregate to pray against...
Sins of our own and others,
And not 'for' lives loved as creations of God,
Defeats the birthing process.
The progress I have adopted
Is injected with happiness.
I'm not about to acknowledge sins.
Or beg for forgiveness...
Once my research has been completed.
Nor stand self righteous from a pulpit.
Knowing I disguise my lust!
In God I trust!
That's it.
And I listen and watch,
Where God reveals He wants me.
And I am sure it is not to be seated,
Next to hypocrites.
God already Knows...
I'm not having none of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Event Of My Death
Event of my Death
As I Iay in the dawn of the hours waiting for my body to rest
I wonder what I will do in the event of my death….
In the event of my death most just think heaven or hell
No not me it doesn’t stop there…
In the event of my death my spirit will leave my body
My spirit will truly start living
In the event of my death I case my location,
Thinking about what led up to this…
In the event of my death I will visit all my loved ones…
My first visit will be to my king..
I will watch over him making him feel secure..
In the event of my death I will make my presence known
I will make them feel me in the heart and their surroundings…
In the event of my death I will travel…
I will hover over all the pyramids in Egypt,
I will explore all the places I’ve never been..
In the event of my death I will talk with my creator..
I will know all the answers…
Most of all In the Event of my death I will meet with my brother..
My brother and I will be together again…
In the Event of My death I will realize I’m really not dead..
In the Event of My death I will know that my spirit lives on..
I will know what living is all about…
In the Event of My death I will be immortal
I will be goddess a In the Event of My death...
I will be what I was born to be....
I will be free
I will be free of insecurities, free of poverty,
free of calamity, free of a broken heart,
Free of depression, free of negativity,
Free of racism, free of prejudice
I will be free In the Event of my Death
I will be all the things I was born to be...
I will be powerful, I will be beautiful, and I will be limitless
I will be a Goddess in the Event of my death...
Now what will you be....
Author: Templar Thomas
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What Is It Faithfully That You Do?
If you are not that one to awaken,
With affirmations to confirm in meditation done...
A life you would like to live,
Free of negativity that you would like to leave,
Since you claim for you this is not welcomed.
Have you started with a discipline,
On a daily basis that anyone can begin....
To open your mind and clear it from decline.
What is it faithfully that you do?
With a choice you choose?
Besides complain with regularity.
And a decision to be abused,
By an attraction to negative thoughts,
Only you give attention without this mentioned.
As you refuse to release as you awaken from sleep,
To let go with a determination to free yourself.
What is it that you wish to prove you can show?
An attachment that enhances your acceptance?
To who and to what?
And why?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Make Me Feel So Free
Some people spend their time just runnin round in circles
Always chasing some exotic bird
I prefer to spend some time just listening for that special something
That Ive never ever heard
I like a new song to sing, another show or somewhere entirely different to be
But baby you make me feel so free
And so I yearn for mistress calling me
Thats the muse, thats the muse
But we only burn up with that passion
When theres absolutely nothing left to lose
I make it to spring and theres no bed of roses
Just more hard work and bad company
But baby you make me feel so free
I heard them say that you can have your cake and eat it
But all I wanted was one free lunch
How can I eat it when the man thats next to me, he grabbed it
Lord, he beat me to the punch
How can I even talk about freedom
When you know its sweet mystery
But baby I wanna say that you make me feel so free
Im gonna lay my cards just right down on the table
And spin the wheel and roll the dice
And whatever way it comes out
And whatever way it turns out
Well you know thats the price
Well Ill order again theres no need to explain
I just need somewhere to dump all my negativity
But baby you make me feel so free
What ya say what you say
What you say what you say what you say
Say it say it say it say it again
You make me feel so free.
So doggone free
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Church
I am sure there are those who go to church,
For purposes I have yet myself researched.
But I do not intend to learn more about Satan.
Nor about those demons...
Dispensing sins.
Where from inside a church...
People pray to be forgiven for them.
I am sure there are those who go to church,
Other than to wear their Sunday best.
Or to regurgitate...
Scriptures learned or verses they've rehearsed.
And in privacy misdeeds confessed.
But there is evidence lacking on urban streets,
Near these places where 'The Word' is heard.
And sermons are preached.
All I observe is decadence done.
Where hypocrites congregated and speak,
To others what 'they' should not do!
As a form of their 'community' outreach!
While showing how the devil does it.
From lessons recited to ignite inner fear.
And the 'how-one-should-live'
To get those expected golden 'wings'...
Given to them,
By a 'heavenly' being...
Adorning upon them 'halos' they've earn.
As melodious harmonic voices sing!
With angels appearing to dance near.
And this conflicts with my depiction of God!
When I witness the destruction of all that God creates.
As those who say they are of faith with 'belief'...
Do not find their actions neither wicked or odd!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Saint I Ain't
If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
There is too much to explore.
Too much to experience,
Than to choose it to be ignored.
I want to adventure my life!
And that freedom nature offers.
And I can well afford.
Why should I deny myself...
To please those with their noses in the air?
With their stiff necks.
And their tight high lifted derrières!
People like that...
Can remove their behinds of my track.
The path on which I place my steps...
May shock others to hold their breath.
In fact...
Many like that,
Are busy body pests!
You know the kind...
Those who find time,
To wine and dine their displeasures.
As they pour someone's tea!
And I don't mind at all...
Serving up a full pot of my own for starters.
I want it known...
I can be quite cordial.
Even in the midst,
Of my own possible degradation.
I like to sit...
And listen to this mix of gossip.
The 'seriousness' of it...
Is worth a hasty limited visit.
I choose to do the unexpected.
With God's blessings,
Of course.
If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
Or profess to know,
What my 'Creator' wishes.
Like some hypocrites...
Quick to quip from scriptures.
I keep my eye on folks like that!
They can become defensive...
When questioned about their lack of facts.
Nor do I choose to walk on water.
Today...
I probably could.
Much of it is too polluted anyway.
Like some people with minds...
With nothing else to do,
But define how others should be living their lives.
Like 'themselves'...
Who have been certified self righteous.
And gossip as they sit in church pews.
Discussing where the pastor's wife,
Purchased her brand new shoes.
A saint I ain't.
Especially after observing...
Those who make claims,
They are the elite of 'christianity'.
And you can find them anywhere.
Once they have been seen...
Like roosters with hens pecking,
On any scene they pronounce as qualified...
For their self indulgence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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50 Ways To Leave Your Lover
50 ways to leave your lover
Words & music by paul simon
The problem is all inside your head, she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
Id like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
She said its really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning wont be lost or misconstrued
But Ill repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover
Just slip out the back, jack
Make a new plan, stan
You dont need to be coy, roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, gus
You dont need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, lee
And get yourself free
Just slip out the back, jack
Make a new plan, stan
You dont need to be coy, roy
Just listen to me <-----------
Hop on the bus, gus
You dont need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, lee
And get yourself free
She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again
I said I appreciate that and would you please explain
About the fifty ways
She said why dont we both just sleep on it tonight
And I believe in the morning youll begin to see the light
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover
Just slip out the back, jack
Make a new plan, stan
You dont need to be coy, roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, gus
You dont need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, lee
And get yourself free
You just slip out the back, jack
Make a new plan, stan
You dont need to be coy, roy
Just listen to me <------------
Hop on the bus, gus
You dont need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, lee
And get yourself free
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Whose Truth Is Reality?
Whose truth is reality?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
It is odd how those say they do know God exist.
With bragging rights about their religious affiliations.
But ask one of them,
When was it they stepped out of their way...
Based solely on their faith?
Do you get a look in return that offends?
Or...
Do you get a sermon to hear,
With scriptures quoted...
To make their beliefs understood.
And for some reason...
Their carrying a Bible should make that clear?
And that question you had asked,
Goes unanswered.
As an excuse is made,
To leave from your presence...
As fast as they came.
And under their breath you are called a name.
People are not up to that task.
Disguising 'your' reality...
They prefer to hide,
Behind 'their' masks!
Whose truth is reality?
Really?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Seven Sins again
>
> Do we as a people really know or care
> Concerning the seven sins?
>
> Those sins are apart of our every day life.
> Those sins are apart of our strife.
> I've heard the first was vanity or pride
>
> Now that is an hell of a ride...
> Be it physical or spiritual, how would
> One keep his/her feet on the ground?
>
> Sanity what a big role...
> Does God have pride? Then I am lost.
> What mean the word boss?
>
> Those seven sins has really cost,
> Things to be...
> Unfree and that will include me.
Was it pride that set Eve free
And made Adam give up his freedom of will?
Still...
I must appeal...
I am not ill...
But the seven is a thrill...for real,
What envy you? and who...why?
And do you cry?
The have and the have nots...
Gluttony would that be?
Are all seven just pure envy?
Lust not and bust...
Lust not and rust...
The wrath of lust not is have not,
Either way you go...
Whatever door...rich or poor,
Kindness and anger in the long run meet,
Good or bad we sit and eat.
Sometimes eating out of greed...
God speed...
Is lust greed or pride?
Or just sloth...denied?
A natural, physical and spiritual guide.
'Man she looks good'
Gluttony in the hood.
'He is so fine'...or just signs of the time,
Lust is not mine.
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Who I am? & What I Want?
I am not a sinner, but nor am I saint
I was born to love but I was taught to hate
I have searched for answers, but remained lost
I've discovered happiness, but had to bear the coast
Unkept promises, unfair lives are what make us who we are
hurt, belittled and doubtful of reaching anywhere far
Isn’t it ironic to have ambition but lack the will to live?
Isn’t it painful to love so much but lose the ability to give?
Oh, those sleepless nights, that lonely moon and I
Those haunting thoughts that still cause my heart to cry
I will get over him and her and everything that they have done
but will I ever manage to set my self free to run?
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Break free
Will I break free from my past?
Or will I let the chains tie me down?
For I have been confided in a small room for hours trying to break free from this obstacle.
My mind is stuck, but my heart is trying to break free.
The bars are too small and I cannot break through to the other side.
For the other side is where I want to be.
Where I can be free from my past and not be weighed down by negativity.
But now I realize I can slowly break free by saying this statement: I am beautiful just the way I am and don't need to change for anyone.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Forgiving Epiphanies
Forgiving epiphanies,
Coming to awakening minds...
Darkness once kept,
From seeing the 'light' of their actions.
Is difficult for those victimized to do.
Even though what is said is true...
About people regretting mistakes made.
No matter if intentions are premeditated.
However,
A growth process...
Can not be determined with a schedule set.
And one who has been affected,
By another's unconsciousness...
Should step aside from a bitterness,
To observe how epiphanies...
Have a way of inflicting,
Their own mental adjustments.
Those deserving to connect past actions,
To what comes to visit,
With clarity...
On the other side of those closed doors.
Should be given the opportunity...
To welcome repercussions.
If it is just for the experience of it.
Why should anyone inflict pain on another,
Without knowing how it feels?
To give is to receive...
Right?
~God don't like 'ugly'! ~
I've heard that before.
That's why I got rid of all of it from my doorstep!
I did that many years ago.
I'm glad from me it decided to leave.
Having that ugliness did nothing for me.
'Hi.
I'm here to remind you of what you did.
And since your mind is open now...
I am going to be staying inside of it for a while.
I'm sure you don't mind if I play with your consciousness?
I left someone who directed me to you.
And only recently was I able to locate where you were.
Stop it.
Don't flatter yourself.
Invite me in.
You have no idea how much there is for us to discuss.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is the Kind of Life
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
We are born to believe,
What is fed to us.
This 'feeding' is received...
And what is perceived,
We with others retrieve with like minds!
Preferring to find those of the same kind,
With like 'experiences' shared without fear!
And fear keeps us all indoctrinated to accept doubt!
Isn't that what marketing peace is about?
With the realization it will never be found...
As we rely on the production of conflict and confusion,
To always be identified!
Knowing that as well as we do.
And hoping this in our lives stays around!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
And is kept alive to thrive...
In comfort zones,
Until the day we die!
Leaving those who defy these 'truths'...
Spilling their guts out in confession booths.
Or squeezing themselves to sit in pews...
As they listen to hypocrites from pulpits preach,
To leech on minds already screwed and confused!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
Listening to teachings,
That 'demons' from hell have no wings...
Allowing to be demoralized on Sunday,
Learning more about the devil...
As we hear these 'disciples' sing!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Fear That Is Preached
The worshipping of negativity,
Is most effective and seen...
To thrive and experience,
In those sacred places.
Where people congregate.
And there to learn on a regular basis,
Who and what a demon is.
With reminders indoctrinated,
With demonstrations and vivid depictions...
Detailing what they shouldn't do.
As oppose to what it is they 'should' do...
With little of that or none of it mentioned,
To live a more mentally positive...
And healthier lifestyle.
Since it is fear that is preached,
That keeps those who leech...
More prosperous!
With those attached to negativity,
Seeking with a want from teachings taught...
For more of it to keep themselves validated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught Somewhere In Time
If you had the time to lose
An open mind and time to choose
Would you care to take a look
Or can you read me like a book
Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side
Can I tempt you come with me
Be devil may care fulfill your dream
If I said Id take you there
Would you go would you be scared
Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side
Dont be afraid youre safe with me
Safe as any soul can be...
Honestly... just let yourself go
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time
Caught somewhere in time... oh oh
Like a wolf in sheeps clothing
You try to hide your deepest sins
Of all the things that youve done wrong
And I know where you belong
Time is always on my side
Time is always on my side
Make an offer you cant refuse
Youve only got your soul to lose...
Eternally... just let yourself go
Caught now in two minds!
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Back To The Coast
West coast, try outs
You've got to make it before you die out
New York is the hard way
Time to pack it up and get to L.A.
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast
My way is the sky way
Ain't got no time for the highway
I've got to get to the coast, fast as I can
Get to L.A. we'll be the number one band
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast (come on)
You've got to get on back (get back)
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast
I say back back back back back, back to the coast
Oooo, yeah get back back back back back, back to the coast
Whoa yeah
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast (oh, get on back), back to the coast
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Freedom
Sorrow in my soul,
Deep like rivers and oceans,
My mind is locked inside itself,
And I've lost the key,
I've been searching
But it seems I've lost ME.
Life is the same old story for us all,
Just the participants
Are different,
My soul longs for freedom
Yet finds none in this lonely existence.
It seems I've overlooked reality,
And wonder how I missed it.
I've heard so many lies,
That I can't trust people.
I've seen too much tragedy,
And I have come to the conclusion that
All sins are equal.
Pain is who I have become
Never ceasing to be.
My soul is screaming,
Screaming to be free.
poem by Denice Robinson
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my Hiding Place
When I'm sad and no one's around,
My feet are drawn to you and I bow down.
You always calm my aching heart,
Whispering to me, you'll never part.
Easing my mind to gentle rest
My sins to you, I will confess.
When I'm happy and no one cares,
I turn to you in heartfelt prayer.
You love me just the way I am,
For you are the one and only 'Great I AM'.
Thank you dear Lord for hearing my voice,
For you are my unrivaled choice.
You're my refuge and my hiding place,
You made me strong so I wouldn't break.
When I was weak and turned to you,
You picked me up, you saw me through.
Clear my mind and make me whole
Victory from my pain, is your goal.
In all I do, I will praise you,
My love and faith has been renewed.
I surrender all and everything,
My heart and soul I want to sing.
Every teardropp that falls from my eyes,
Leaves me bare and naked with no disguise.
Please listen to my heart's torment,
Hear me when I cry and lament.
Listen to my soul's distress,
Lead me now in ways to progress.
Hear me - I am calling.
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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I Wish My Heart To You Was Known
I wish my heart to you was known.
With emotions deep.
I do keep within reach.
I can be distant at times.
But my mind is aware.
Who approaches with sincerity.
And a return of it,
I can and will share.
Without defense or fences seen.
To pop up suddenly...
From nowhere.
To be rude, indignant or mean.
I'm here to care.
But not just for anyone.
Nor do I seek perfection.
Not with the flaws,
I've yet to overcome.
It is not often that I meet someone...
Who can accept with forgiveness,
The unconsciousness of others.
And allow them time...
To correct what they have done.
I try not to sit with bitterness inside.
Knowing my pride could be hard to handle.
Since I overly protect a sensitive side.
A peace of mind I have.
And it was not easily obtained.
It took years in development.
To keep as is.
Proudly maintained.
Many times I have sat alone.
Amazed in the ways that I have grown.
And wishing someone knew,
My life the way I do!
Perhaps that's why I wish...
My heart to you was known.
I recognize your thoughtfulness!
And that...
Not too many can express.
In the way to me you have shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can't Get a Night of Peaceful Sleep
Isn't it much easier,
To sit back and critique?
Than it is,
To have your neck on the chopping block...
And your name going defenseless,
On the streets?
To be tossed about,
Like hair dropping out.
From an ill fitted weave.
And flying through the air,
With the greatest of ease.
Without anyone to retrieve it,
In the free flowing breeze.
Isn't it fun to enjoy with everyone...
Picking on people behind their backs.
And when in public they are seen...
You snub them when they speak.
Knowing there is no reason,
For you to be that mean.
And when adverse reactions,
Come to confront you.
Isn't it wonderful to know,
Those who choose to do it...
Were friends you knew who screwed you too.
In ways you reminisce...
You made a choice to do this.
But now a forgiveness wished,
That your feelings could be spared.
But no one is there,
To show a caring that is shared.
Isn't it much easier,
To sit back and critique?
Than it is,
To have your neck on the chopping block...
And your name going defenseless,
On the streets?
And no one is concerned,
Your lessons have been learned.
Leaving you to toss and turn...
From nights spent trying to get some sleep!
Haunted by those memories,
Of how you hurt innocent people so deep.
And you're left alone to moan.
To do your boo hooing on your own.
With an empathy felt,
That attracts no help...
To come soon to relieve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strange But True
Okay, let me say this quick - before I start 2 cry
Ure the only one that I gave it 2, the one I fantasised 4
And time away from u has taught me
What I should have known
That this hole Im trying 2 fill with another - yeah, its grown
And I got your package
But when I tried 2 write back I bailed
See, trying 2 express the future, sometimes language fails
And over this time Ive learned
My life force is increased by knowing u
Every door that closes, another one opens
Strange but true
Strange but true
No regrets because I forget the unfamiliar faces
Those petty lies and alibis, just golddiggas chasing
Dreams of sovereignty, they tried to come between u and me
A curse therein set forces a chain of events
That only freed me when I remembered
Where I was and who I am
The only prince that will ever rule this holy land
All understand and all standunder this affirmation now
By the power invested in me by god...
All negativity bows
Strange but true, lets see what u can do
U may have lost me, but I found myself
The ones who love me without condition - this is my wealth
And with these words I will win
Repeat them over and over again
All understand and all standunder this affirmation now
By the power invested in me by god...
All negativity bows
All negativity bows
All negativity bows
Strange but true, lets see what u can do
Strange but true, lets see what u can do
All negativity bows
(strange but true)
(strange but true)
Strange but true (true, true...)
All negativity bows
(strange but true, lets see what u can do)
All negativity bows
(all negativity bows)
Strange but true
Strange but true
(strange but true)
(strange but true)
Strange but true
song performed by by Prince
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