Selective Pickings
It is done all the time.
Those selective pickings.
Choices made in one's mind.
And it has to do with preferences.
An acceptance of taste.
Or a thought process that appeases.
And when it comes to what one reads...
A picture painted to please,
Can depict a thousand words.
Especially if a word or two...
May not be what one prefers to have heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nonfiction Lit
Nonfiction lit published manuscripts,
Or those fixed to fire up some fiction...
With friction,
May depict some composers of literature...
As mavericks.
Selecting to pick just the right words,
To get their voices heard.
Some choices made take nerve to disturb.
With intention to encourage a thought process.
And some are censored if too much truth is produced.
Since some exposed become offended,
With a wish to reduce a seduction that intends...
To threaten the popularity of delusion,
Kept exclusively controlled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Picture Painted Expresses A Thousand Words
People may make claims,
That a picture painted...
Expresses a thousand words.
When exhibited as observed.
And if that is true...
Why is it that the very same people,
Upon getting explicit explanations...
Aren't comprehending what they've heard,
To further ask unending questions?
Or could it be,
That picture painted once received...
Purchased and possessed,
Has deceived one's perception of it...
Once removed from its impressive setting,
That changes its effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depict This Different
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Thaw the cold you hold in your heart.
Depict this different.
And don't let a freezing,
In you start.
Depict it!
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
With purpose and a reason.
Appreciate each season,
With a new breath to breathe.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
Pleased as a breeze.
Depict it.
Give your troubles up.
Depict it.
And be free.
Depict it.
Don't give them any hints,
Your mind's at ease.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wasting It On Wishes
Never again will I view my disappointments as man made.
I use to believe my wishes had to meet someone's approval.
Before I could express my happiness.
Now it is so clear...
My happiness has to be expressed.
Whatever the outcome and throughout the process.
How can I rely on someone giving to me,
What inside of me I am not feeding?
Or digesting as that which belongs.
I want what I deserve served to stay.
I've learned to nibble each spice of life I like.
It prolongs the taste.
And wasting it on wishes for someone else...
To define,
Was an awakening I found...
Left me impatiently waiting.
With preferences.
Picked and selected.
For me?
And I had my own menu right in my hands.
All of it prepared to my specifications....
If I noticed?
Finally,
In time I did.
Once I maintained my focus.
And relied on choices I made.
Whether some pleased or not.
And if something I was to eat,
Came to meet my satisfaction...
Indecisiveness of doubts,
Would have to dropp and be stopped.
And finally...
In time,
'They' did!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can See It In Your Eyes
The first time I saw you
I felt weak inside
I search my heart and mind
For words I couldn't find.
Some how you seemed to see
What came over me that night
As a love began to grow
That would last for all time.
And you said, ''I can see it in your eyes
They're the windows to your soul
Sometimes they say more
Than words could ever hope.''
''We could wait a thousand lifetimes
Then never feel like this again
But when you look at me, that way
I can see it in your eyes.''
Later on I asked your hand
And I prayed the time was right
I knelt down on one knee
And said, ''Would you be my bride?''
Then the sound of silence
Filled the air as your tears fell
With mine, you didn't have to say
A word for me to realize.
And I said, ''I can see it in you eyes
They're the window to your soul.''
''I see dreams come alive
And future plans unfold.''
''I could wait a thousand lifetimes
Then not find a perfect love again.''
''When you look at me, that way
I can see it in your eyes.''
Many years have come and gone
And what a life we've made
Now again we search for words
As the heart inside me breaks
Until death do we part
Were the vows we made
And now the time has come
But goodbye's so hard to say.
But I can see it in your eyes
They're the windows to your soul
The light of life is burning but
Soon you're leaving me, I know
But time that's left is precious dear
So please don't shed another tear
You don't have to say a word
I can see it in your eyes.
I've heard you say a thousand times
I'll love you dear, until I die
But you don't have to say a word
I can see it in your eyes...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Seeking everything
Seeking everything
~
A life, a world so often sought
Without a picture of what it may be
A world, a phrase somewhere picked up
In a poem, a book or a song
To what it reads we all think different
And interpretation becomes the thought
The thought becomes the dream
A lavish fantasy so well looked upon
That we are all lost in what we seek
Blind to the ambition it brings
Blind to the fantasy of which it reads
We take each word by our own demands
Pluck them like flowers to the vase
That all we see is a thing of beauty
The first picture of a new world
Where the new life does await
And however it may or may not look
It remains but a thought and what we find
Is that which we seek to fulfil our lives
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Standing In The Light
What is it going to take,
To see what it is...
For what it is.
And how it got that way,
To move on?
A singing of an anthem?
Or...
A total commitment,
To admit a mental sickness...
Fed by addictions,
Of an exclusive mindset...
Set in prioriticized rights,
To do as one chooses...
As one would please.
And that is not going to happen.
Even after those choices made,
Has driven all to their knees!
What is it going to take,
To see what it is...
For what it is.
And how it got that way,
To move on?
A miracle!
And those who debate today,
To save their way of life...
In a diminishing of others,
In selective conflicts...
To depict themselves as always right?
Are standing in the light,
To prevent any signs of enlightenment!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Process
This process.
As difficult as it is,
Gives an ease that seems to flow.
There is a representation that creates an image.
And that picture painted,
Allows what is in one mind to another show.
This process can also deliver emotions as well.
And the skill of it,
Can bring hardened eyes to soften with tears.
This process can even produce a fear.
With a rushing done by someone stunned,
To run from room to room...
With the turning on of every light,
With something firmly tight held near.
This process can invite those feelings of love.
And melt a cold shoulder.
Or...
Even heat a flame under burning sheets.
This process can also get extremely tired.
With a nodding of a process,
That introduces...
Sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Of Being Selective
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And the expense of being selective...
Is difficult if one is on a fixed income.
And so tiresome it becomes,
To have meaningless conversations...
With those who have chosen,
To stay mentally limited.
And threatened they are by anyone,
Who possesses a thought process.
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And a stretching of an imagination,
A painful undertaking whenever it is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Acceptance and Compliancy
Acceptance is not the same as compliancy.
Although both definitions suggest flexibility.
Acceptance is done after comprehension comes.
And one compliant seems to be more submissive,
Technically.
With actions that are specific,
To what is defined and made understood.
And one who accepts definitions,
May argue with an understanding...
That attention and answers are expected to be given,
When asked!
With someone 'qualified' to deliver what appeases.
Or no one sleeps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making Those Choices To Do
Choices made are just the beginning,
For other choices to make.
Leaving an appetite to develop,
In a patience where choices sit to marinate
Procrastinating in hesitation,
Makes for the creating of excuses...
Easier to get nothing done to wait.
Like one who wishes for a taste of cake.
However, making those choices to do...
Does remove those excuses made done,
With no follow through.
And pursued as one's destination that comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pursuit Of The Dream
Words & music: michael w. smith and wayne kirkpatrick
Wake up and dream about
The plans you have in store for you
But keep in mind
Its not just what you do
But what you do it for-and who
There are roads to discover
There are stories yet to be told
As you see the big picture
Just beginning to unfold (so)
Chorus:
Break down the barriers but
Dont bend the rules
Never forget your roots
As you head for something new
Ride thru the shades of desire
Letting the light be seen
And hell steer the heart in the
Pursuit of the dream
Its alright to find yourself
Thinking now and then
About the way you want your life to be
Anticipating what lies
Just around the bend
Cant wait to see
Comes the time of decision
Some you dodge and some you should face
As you see the big picture
There will be some dues to pay (so)
Chorus
Wake up and dream about
The plans you have in store for you
But keep in mind
Its not just what you do
But what you do it for-and who
There are choices that build you
Choices that will make you fall
All part of the big picture
One day you will see it all
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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That Which Has Already Been Done
By the time it dawns on you,
That something 'is' happening...
It would have taken place and happened.
Like that which has already been done!
And you have not a clue.
Do you?
Although your denial will always be there,
To depend upon.
At least 'something' is within your reach.
Even when news is reported on a daily basis,
People are heard saying, 'I do not believe it! '
So you do have some company.
You are not alone.
You are among thousands of nonbelievers...
Prepared to validate your lack of comprehension.
And...
To joyfully welcome the existence of it.
I just happen not to be a fan,
Of that kind of selective thought process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why cant I paint you?
The words will never show
The you Ive come to know
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
Theres no one home but you,
Youre all thats left me too
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me
If I could be two places at one time,
Id be with you
Tomorrow and today,
Beside you all the way
If the world should stop revolving
Spinning slowly down to die,
Id spend the end with you
And when the world was through,
Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why cant I paint you?
'Cause the words could never show
The you Ive come to know
And one by one the stars will all go out,
But you and I will simply fly away
We'll fly away
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I'm Calling Bullshit!
With my life,
hard blows....
time to go home?
no one really knows...
Back in my youth,
where I thought I've grown.
Same place,
my childhood home.
After two years of figuring it out,
this town is not what i'm all about.
A picture perfect vacation it may seem,
nothing of what I dream.
I want more than how I look naked,
I want more than...
how I can fake it.
To me life is beyond the flesh,
there is no way
these minds will mesh.....
Too may options,
toooo many choices,
no one can hear the voices...
at the bottom of the hill,
waiting for Moses...
I've made up my mind,
these are not my choices....
I call bullshit,
and I want to leave...
no longer overcome to this devises
so do as you please...
for me I call bullshit! ! ! ! !
Again...this life I have to quit! !
Fed On Antiquated Qualities
He is his lover,
Yes.
That she is a lesbian...
No one yet of that has guessed.
Lives lived to be happy,
Isn't for them to confess.
What they have between them,
Is for them that is best.
He sees himself as strong and brave.
And she respects that.
Having her own path to pave.
And both are independent.
Defending the choices they've made.
Emotionally,
They have been freed from sexual conflicts.
To live in a society...
Breast fed on antiquated qualities.
In a world that keeps evolving...
From descriptions that depict,
What is and should not be!
He is his lover,
Yes.
That she is a lesbian...
No one yet of that has guessed.
And fewer today spend their time concerned.
Is this a process of a higher conciousness?
Perhaps that is what we are here to witness,
And learn.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Country Heads
They selected their favorites amongst themselves,
In the early stages of their progressive ignorance.
Preferences for those down to Earth and comedic,
And having obtained certain material possessions...
Were those early choices made.
With a backstabbing enjoyed of others done.
However...
Times and things change as observation proves to provide.
And those who have made their choices,
Openly made and discussed on occasion...
Have a similar attribute common amongst them.
Deceiving one another has been maintained as a priority.
'But?
What is it that they 'have'? '
Lots of conversation based on themselves,
And aspects of chasing a dollar bill.
And a love to debase family members.
You know...
The usual country small town backwater stuff.
'I thought you were talking about a people living in a city.'
I'm talking about a city filled with country heads.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Each Word May Have A Multiple Definition
We must not protest,
Thoughtlessly...
The pre-sweetened taste,
Of truth...
That has been fed to mask the naturalness.
Set it aside.
But do not eagerly digest it!
And once that is done,
Everyone should at least get an opportunity...
To at least eat the fruit that has been peeled.
And not throw it away in belief it is not nutritional.
These are new days.
We must save the contents of the 'book' and cover.
Using everything to comprehend intentions.
In other words,
Even deceptions are viable.
And can effect the overall affects of understanding!
Remember...
A picture can paint a thousand words.
However each word used,
May have a multiple definition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Bitter Word
I taste bitterness in my mouth
each time I hear the word war.
It's a taste that's born of compassion
from a word that's been heard before.
Too young they die
not knowing why.
Too young they leave
and as we grieve
I hear that word again.
I spit from the bitter taste of it
and it still won't go away.
It's the same old word that drives me mad
and reminds me every day
that man is pliable in the hands
of ones whose insatiable need
never tastes bitterness in their mouth
from the word or from the deed.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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To Babysit, Teach And Discipline
There is something freeing,
When one is in an atmosphere...
Where others living in it,
Enjoy being themselves.
And aware of life,
From a respecting prospective.
People who are respectful,
Are generally doers of deeds.
It is shown they are responsbile,
With pride in themselves.
And in their communities.
Observing this is better than a picture.
There is something freeing,
When one is in an atmosphere...
Where others living in it,
Enjoy being themselves.
Nothing can be painted to depict this,
Better than the sight of it.
When people become defensive,
And childish in their attitudes...
Expressing demeanors quick to give 'mood'.
Those are the places most distressed.
In which people are heard complaining,
That 'others' should address messes they have left.
You know...
Like children who grow expected by others,
To be accountable...
But no one has taken responsibility to teach them.
Leaving the public school systems as dumping grounds,
To babysit, teach and discipline minds unprepared...
For that process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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