Selectively Limited
When I give...
It is from within me,
That is done!
When I speak...
Not a bush do I beat,
Like some may do and run.
My purpose has been made very clear.
And those who fear,
Make excuses heard...
Far and near.
When I give...
It is from within me,
That is done!
When I speak...
Not a bush do I beat,
Like some may do and run.
Protecting insecurities.
No eye contact made to greet...
Those they pass on familiar streets.
I am happiest when others live lives of truth.
It is difficult to face it.
It was for me.
But denial kept me abused and confused.
And when I refused deception of all kinds...
I began to speak from my heart.
And found 'peace' to be a friend of mine.
Although I do admit,
My contact with some folks...
Has been selectively limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the Bush Begins to Speak
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
They think we are a careless race - a childish race, and weak;
They'll know us yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
'The leaders that will be', the men of southern destiny,
Are not all found in cities that are builded by the sea;
They learn to love Australia by many a western creek,
They'll know them yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
All ready for the struggle, and waiting for the change,
The army of our future lies encamped beyond the range;
Australia, for her patriots, will not have far to seek;
They'll know her yet in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
We'll find the peace and comfort that our fathers could not find,
Or some shall strike the good old blow that leaves a mark behind.
We'll find the Truth and Liberty our fathers came to seek,
Or let them know in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
poem by Henry Lawson
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That Beating Of The Bush
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I have this 'thing' about honest and truth.
And those who become offended,
By declaring them too harsh to accept!
There has not been an experience I received,
I regretted with a wish to forget!
And those attempting to live their lives,
In pretense to deceive believing this is not deception...
Will always escape with excuses and alibis to make.
Charading as if...
No one recognizes,
Who is in masquerade.
And who amongst them fakes!
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
An honesty and truth spoken,
From deceivers is rare.
Those who deceive perceive...
Those who are direct and honest,
Are insensitive and do not care!
With a sharing of this mentality...
To those empathetic,
In a keeping of delusions...
Spared from despair!
But I know I'm not the only one...
Who elects to see,
Dishonesty from all people get up and leave.
I can't be!
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Multiple Choice
If people say they are willing,
To speak to those prepared to listen...
Why do they make it difficult,
For the ones who have made it clear...
They are there and available,
To give them undivided attention.
Whose ears are they seeking to select from to hear?
And what is it do they wish to say,
To anyone familiar with truth?
Is it more time they need to recreate what is real,
With hopes to appeal...
To those wishing to pass a multiple choice test?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Speak... Or Else Be Silent!
if you must speak,
speak not of distance or seperation!
speak without claiming identity,
without shouting, 'self'!
speak without grasping,
clawing, and holding.
keep your judgements to yourself!
i dont need to know the color of your god,
or what war you say he was born during.
i am more refugee than disciple,
i will not follow!
speak not of streets of gold
where angels play harps!
let us speak of these streets...
hard and raw, struggling and fighting,
dimly lit, stinking of urine.
littered with the trash of human lives.
speak of the exploding flash we call moment,
and the kingdom of heaven
that sweats and bleeds!
speak of the cries of the children!
speak of hunger and poverty,
injustices, and the cry for equality!
speak of the god that inhabits
the bodies of the lost and oppressed,
their faces etched by human cruelty...
scarred by apathy and indifference.
speak the truth!
bark like a dog,
meow like a cat,
chirp like a sparrow,
beat rhythm with your wings!
speak living words....
or else be silent!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Deeds I Seed and Sow
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Many wished it easy for themselves.
And followed upon a certain,
Obstacle free smooth surface.
Less bumpy of sweat and grind.
To prove those who sought to be challenged...
Would find they've been left behind.
And the ones overwhelmed,
With a process thought ridiculous...
Chose to live lives of deception and tricks.
Hoping to lick,
A system that would award them with triumph!
Quick.
To impress with appearances dressed.
And finding an acceptance,
From those addressing polished images seen.
'Be patient with yourself.
Do not look down in depression.
Or to the side for anyone else.
If your abilities merit attention...
There will be little,
From your lips you will have to mention.
Your deeds will speak,
For themselves.
Within your mind keep this repeated,
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Luv Eyes
This friend of mine, he looks real good
He drives a fast car and lives in Hollywood
He treats me like his little sis'
I gotta let him know I want more than this
His girlfriend Jane is a prissy brat
I dont know what he sees in that
He thinks she's cool in her short tight dress
You take away the glamour and she's just a mess
Luv eyes
Speak to me as more than just a friendv Luv eyes
Will this dream ever end
I got L-U-V eyes looking at you
I got a B-I-G heart made for two
You could feel the same if you only knew
I got L-U-V eyes looking at you
Gonna close my eyes and take a deep breath
I wanna be strong but I'm scared to death
Gonna put your arms around my waist
And tell you that I love you right to your face
Luv eyes
Speak to me as more than just a friend
Luv eyes
Will this dream ever end
I got L-U-V eyes looking at you
I got a B-I-G heart made for two
You could feel the same if you only knew
I got L-U-V eyes looking at you
This friend of mine, he looks real good
Guess who made it to Hollywood
No more Jane I got her beat
Now I'm sitting pretty in the front seat
Luv eyes
Look at me and let the feeling out
Heaven
The two of us in love
I got L-U-V eyes looking at you
I got a B-I-G heart made for two
You could feel the same if you only knew
I got L-U-V eyes
I got L-U-V eyes looking at you
I got a B-I-G heart made for two
You could feel the same if you only knew
I got L-U-V eyes
I got L-U-V eyes
song performed by by Shania Twain
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(Personal Poem) Big Sister is Missing
You don't have to sanction what I'm doing.
I need not your approval to continue on.
Though at times it would be nice.
To hear from you.
To say I'm glad your still alive.
But silence is all you give me.
I think its all I'll ever see.
In a world behind closed doors.
Miles off in the distance who cares.
Well I do.
And I'll remind you everyday if I have to.
I'm not going anywhere.
And this I swear.
With every angry breath of air.
I still love you.
We are blood and it'll never be forgotten.
Even in hell on earth and much worse.
I will never speak to you from something rehearsed.
I will speak only the word that comes to me.
Small and incidental to most.
But I don't care because I'm trying to reach a ghost.
Somebody who disappeared over five months ago.
poof gone with no given notice.
Not a single phone call.
Nothing to let me know the kids are alright.
So just talk to me my big sister.
Contact me by email,
Contact me by phone.
Contact me by address.
Anyway to let me knowing your doing alright.
Cause I no longer see your light.
I'm so afraid something bad might have happen.
Without a trace, with my soul searching for the right words to say.
I'm sorry for anything and everything I've done to you.
Anything to bring you back to my reality.
A wake up call.
Can you hear me at all.
This is not funny.
I don't know where you are.
Is it far.
I'm so in the dark.
I'm going pray for you everyday till contact is made.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Speak Gently
Speak gently! -- It is better far
To rule by love, than fear --
Speak gently -- let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here!
Speak gently! -- Love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind;
And gently Friendship's accents flow;
Affection's voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child!
Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild: --
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear --
Pass through this life as best they may,
'T is full of anxious care!
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart!
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor;
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure,
Without an unkind word!
Speak gently to the erring -- know,
They may have toiled in vain;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently! -- He who gave his life
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, 'Peace, be still.'
Speak gently! -- 't is a little thing
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.
poem by David Bates
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Spirit
Test your spirit.
See where it takes you.
Give it wings.
Then see where it flew.
It can cover much ground
to all those around
that come into contact with you.
Give your spirit
the chance it needs
to elevate the world
and plant the seeds
of kindness to all that have hit a wall
and now have made contact with you.
Watch your spirit
grow on its own
as it shines its brilliance
on those in pain
or those who remain
without a light
until they make contact with you.
For your spirit transcends
and makes amends
to all inequities on earth,
to all who have forgotten about
their own self-worth
and need a reminder
as they come into contact with you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Heart Beats
The drum beats of your heart are strong and loud
Listen closely; in each beat your liberty is to be found
War drums that speak the language of love; self-love
The breath demands that voice be heard
That your true purpose be discerned
That the divine in you be reverently served
A war cry, so soft yet powerfully heard
The smiles I won't fake, each step that I take
The love that I make, for your own soul's sake
This your battle cry, the evil one trembles and shakes
I will live no lies, there will be no compromise
I can see the disguise, even with blinded eyes
Dance each day to the beat of your own drum.
Until that day when eternal peace shall come
How can you love me when you don't love yourself?
What can you share when you are filled with fear?
When you worship golden idols while kneeling on your bibles?
The Divine to be found not only in church
But also with a thorough soul search.
So dance, with life most times you only get one chance…
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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Open Speech
Good friend of mine, you feel with me—
Your blood grows hot by sympathy
With something that I say or do;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Let not the silence wrap you round
While you are living over-ground.
They say that earthly years are few;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Perhaps I pass you in the street,
And when our eyes a moment meet,
I wonder are you wishing too;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Are you, too, longing for a sign,
Yet fear to stretch a hand for mine?
What other am I writing to?
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Some way our thoughts together run,
Since both lift brow toward the sun
Beneath the self-same vault of blue;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Not Here to Play The Dozen's
Hello?
Is there a light on in your attic?
Obviously not.
Unfortunately,
There is nothing dimming at all in your head.
At least give me eye contact,
So I feel as if something said is being heard,
And shared.
You ignoring me,
Is a favor done you wont believe.
I don't have to put up with your ignorance.
Or tolerate disrespect from no one.
In fact,
Give me more distance.
I live in this community.
And I am familiar with the neighborhood.
What happens here and what folks do to themselves,
May be entertaining to you.
And I could care less if you disagree with me.
But you folks have been programmed,
To invite your own unexpected deaths.
I have integrity and some dignity left,
That has of yet been taken.
And I have identity.
Of that you have none.
My comprehending of that has long been numbed.
To the point it is no longer heartbreaking.
Nor am I one to fake unity!
It aint happenin'.
And if it is I'd like to know where?
But let me say this...
To get this over with quick.
You can act as if I am invisible,
If that helps you pretend I do not exist.
However...
Do not 'think' I have to put up with your 'stupidity'
Because others get a kick out of it!
I am not into self destruction.
Or folks who make excuses to self abuse themselves.
And I know you don't understand this,
Because your mama didn't teach you.
And your father refuses to be a man.
And I know you don't understand 'that'.
Nor am I here to play the 'dozen's with you.
Truth I do not play with!
Too many of you have been pitched the taste for truth.
But you'd rather do a genocide on yourselves,
Better than 'the man' can!
And your ignorance has been addicted to keep that focused.
But nothing done I do is a mirage.
I'm here to snap your ass awake.
Don't get that messed up with your sugared cookies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Naked In The Jungle
Naked in the jungle, naked to the world
Naked in the jungle, naked to the world
Well, you gotta keep it humble, else itll come unfurled
Lions and the tigers, grazin in the grass
Lions and the tigers, grazin in the grass
As I keep a-watching over, make sure no one can pass
Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha. aaaaah!
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Big fish eat the little fish, and the rabbits on the run
Big fish eat the little fish, and the rabbits on the run
Some folks gettin too much, other just aint gettin none
Naked in the jungle, naked to the world
Naked in the jungle, naked to the world
Well, you gotta keep em humble, else youll come unfurled
Lets go boy!
Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha. aaaaah!
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Speak out, speak out, speak out, speak out
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na,
Ha ha ha ha
Ya na na na na, ya na na na na, ya na na na na
song performed by by Van Morrison
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W F L (Vince Clarke Remix)
I wrote for luck.
They sent me you.
I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - I've not been trained.
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over.
I don't read.
I just guess.
There's more than one sign.
But it's getting less.
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're liar.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And I wrote for luck.
And they sent me you.
And I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And when it's hot.
You start to melt.
'Cos you're not made of jean.
You're made of chocolate.
And when it's cold.
You tend to crack.
You keep on piling out.
Not puttin' back ..
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Wrote For Luck
I wrote for luck.
They sent me you.
I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - I've not been trained.
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over.
I don't read.
I just guess.
There's more than one sign.
But it's getting less.
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're liar.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And I wrote for luck.
And they sent me you.
And I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And when it's hot.
You start to melt.
'Cos you're not made of jean.
You're made of chocolate.
And when it's cold.
You tend to crack.
You keep on piling out.
Not puttin' back ...
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Paddington Ear
alone
i made
a call
home
far away
from platform
one
& found
upon
my phone
a family
(half
asleep)
in bed
one half
my wife
one half
my son
& spoke
to both
a wife
i once
(or twice)
had listened
to
(or more)
a son
i heard
now speak
who wouldn’t
speak before
today it was
the first time
that my son
would speak
today
the first time
i would hear
him speak
today
i heard
my son
speak
today
i heard
my son.
13.iii.08 London Paddington
poem by Andrew Fincham
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On a Roll On That Road
Seriously!
What is the need?
Let's get to the point,
And stop beating around the bush.
I am not a dentist.
You needn't fear I seek to pull your teeth.
Nor do I excite when I peel a banana.
If it is going to be made difficult,
For me to get...
Keep it.
I don't want it around.
Not me.
If I am going to be in it for the long haul...
That route better be as clear as possible.
I'll prepare for an infrequent storm.
But I am not going to head towards one...
With a wish to live it without an exit.
I've had my share of emergency road stops!
And unexpected flats.
I'm on a roll on that road I'd like to keep.
With my eyes wide open to familiar activities...
Of all kinds!
Including the ones you would like to introduce.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Beat Me Down
When he was a man, my father would stand
I never saw him run
There wasnt anyone could make the man bend
And the strength of his will was the tool of his trade
And he did his work well
Till the powers that be took a liking to him
And they traded his body for a cold empty shell
Dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
Ive got something to say
Dont you stand in my way
And dont beat me down
When I was a youth, I found the truth
In the eyes of a friend
There wasnt anyone could make the light dim
And we talked and we rambled and we gambled to win
And the learning was good
Till the powers that be to a liking to him
And they traded their fortunes for the sight of his blood
When I was a child my mother smiled
At the cradle she bought
For the little tot she held to her breast
And the song that she sang was an anthem to love
It was all that I heard
Till the powers that be took a liking to me
And they told me that love was a four-letter word
Dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
Ive got one life to live
And thats all I can give
So dont beat me down
Now Ive got a place, got a worried face
And the question in mind
Please let me find a reason somehow
Why some reap the harvest while other men die
And the joker runs wild
And if powers that be take a liking to us
Then we all must return to the ways of a child
We all must return to the ways of a child
So dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
Ive got something to say
Dont you stand in my way
And dont beat me down
Ive got one life to life
And thats all I can give
So dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
Dont beat me down
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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