Sitting With Constipated Dreams!
If I don't 'do'...
I will always feel I can't.
And 'if' I go ahead and 'do' do...
Someone somewhere will not like it!
Making a bigger 'stink' of it than I have made.
Creating a fuss.
As if I must seek their approval first.
My sole purpose is not to be afraid,
To release and accomplish my ambitions.
And if I don't do this,
When the time that movement comes...
Feeling natural.
As it churns my stomach with desire,
To let what's inside of me go.
I'll become just like everyone else,
Sitting with constipated dreams!
And I choose to cleanse myself of that!
Once I get up on my feet.
And off my backside!
With a plan to complete my task.
Knowing what needs to be done,
To keep my flow active!
By maintaining a sustained grasp...
On my own wishes I don't dismiss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Feeding Expected
No one can borrow money,
Squeezed from empty pockets.
Or dream of eating from a feast,
Deliciously prepared...
When nothing is there to eat anywhere.
And this feeding expected,
Is to be selected and picked from thin air.
Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A doing of it must first begin,
With an implementation...
Of those desires and needs,
Feeding a fire of desire from within.
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
Anyone can sit and wish to move...
And command a doing of it if they choose.
But...
A moving to do to complete and get done...
Is not going to come,
Without an effort made from someone.
That one,
Who sits with just wishes and dreams to appear...
Unassisted,
Will not be the one to benefit...
Without connecting,
Purpose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demands of Accomplishment
How great is the feeling of accomplishment?
When the application of dedication,
Has seldom strayed from those sacrifices made.
And one has given undeniable time...
When time itself had seemed uselessly spent.
Is a sensation one can not explain,
To anyone who sits without a purpose...
Trying to comprehend what to them makes sense.
With wishes to have dreams delivered,
And not a finger to lift.
Or hesitant to make a stand,
To place a step forward...
With a footprint made the best one can.
People like that would not understand,
The demands of accomplishment!
Or what it means to one who beams,
After living through experiences,
One sometimes laments.
And with those experiences one has lived...
Motivating as they do to continue making attempts,
To accomplish through pain and feeling of loneliness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Moons Ago
This time and in this season,
Many moons ago
I remember having those ambitions,
To possess and impress.
With a wealth of good health,
And youthfulness.
This time and in this season,
Many moons ago
The pace of life seemed a bit slower.
And those with beliefs of it being,
Never too late to pursue dreams
Procrastinated with excuses made.
Dreams,
Whether done day ot night
Have their way of accepting a delay,
Of an appearance to have them touched.
When carrying a basketfull of priorities
To put them off as temporary necessities,
Time will give to see them produced.
This time and in this moment,
As I reflect with an aging process
I have learned to respect
A hesitatiing to put off that which I wish to do.
But not to do them,
Seems to me to be a bit foolish.
Since there is nothing I will sit in waiting,
For an approval to be made.
Or an acceptance to be given.
I've earned that right,
In the seeking to please the life I live.
I have earned that right,
To like or dislike what I choose.
This time and in this moment,
My wishes as they are
Have given me a gratefulness,
To feel blessed and thankful
For a basicness that brings to me the most joy.
That many moons ago I did not know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not That Deep of a Sleeper
What is it that you wish to accomplish,
In my space?
Mimics or mocking done,
Is not allowed.
And I will not be followed,
To review your moves...
With wishes to have me improve,
Approve or disapprove them.
What is it that you wish to accomplish,
In my space?
I can understand you wanting comfort.
But my own I will not sacrifice,
For yours to replace.
I am not beset with desires...
To enforce what is not there.
If the chemistry is natural between us....
All pieces will fit,
With none to force.
Or left over to spare.
Most peaceful dreams,
Are usually experienced alone.
And they come best...
When I am rested.
Feeling at home,
With a comfort earned and I condone!
What is it that you wish to accomplish,
In my space?
Since I am not that deep,
Of a sleeper!
Nor do I seek an honesty...
That hasn't to me been shown.
So what is it that you wish to accomplish,
In my space?
A willingness from me,
To patiently await for you...
To do your hypnotizing,
Spellbinding acts of magic?
Or are you hoping an attraction,
Captures.
And will last much longer,
After we have satisfied our lust...
To have hot sex?
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Observe It and Believe
Release the tension in that grasp you have.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Just ask your spiritual guides to clear your path.
Material things you have wont last!
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
A new day is dawning...
To remove all masks.
And reveal the light you hold within!
A fresh awareness upon us all begins.
Observe it and believe.
With faith you will witness your happiness increase.
Observe it and believe.
A higher conciousness comes for you to receive.
Observe it and believe.
All conflicts seen from you will leave.
Observe it and believe.
The energy within you,
Has given you breath to breathe.
Inhale and exhale.
Do this quietly.
Observe it and believe...
God wants to free you from all lies and deceit!
Observe it and believe,
He has come to comfort!
He has.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
Let go and let God complete the task,
To bring upon you everlasting happiness.
Observe it and believe.
Expect this and receive!
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If Only Wishes Were Horses, Part 3
I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish
But if you wish to wish the wish the witch wishes,
I won't wish to wish the wish you wish to wish.
I'd wish like you - like you do
and the wishes of ours would surely come true
If only wishes were horses!
I dream to dream the dream you dream to dream
But if you dream to dream the dream the dead dream,
I won't dream to dream the dream you dream to dream.
I'd dream like you - like you do
and the dreams of ours would thus come true
If only wishes were horses!
I desire to desire the desire you desire to desire,
But, if you desire to desire the desire the deer desires
I won't desire to desire the desire you desire to desire.
I'd desire like you - like you do
and our desires would really come true
If only wishes were horses!
I choose to choose the shoes you choose to choose,
But, if you choose to choose the shoes the Jews choose,
I won't choose to choose the shoes you choose to choose.
I'd walk in your shoes - your shoes of success
And then I'd have no stress,
If only wishes were horses!
I love to love the love you love to love,
But if you love to love the love the losers love
Then I won't love to love the love you love to love.
I'd love you and the world,
I'd love you more than itself the word,
If only wishes were horses!
I would, anyway, wish or dream or desire or choose or love like you do
BUT it surely would come true
If only, if only, if only wishes were horses!
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Never Diminished
At no time have my eyes ever wandered too far,
To stray from that which I wished and wanted.
I may have experimented to walk on different paths,
But the task and the doing...
Never once did I think too difficult to do.
And making a fool of myself,
Was the least of my concern.
When on my knees to be made to feel discouraged,
I used my tears to bring me to my feet.
Defeat was not an option I easily accepted.
At no time have my eyes ever wandered too far,
To stray from that which I wished and wanted.
And time to accomplish my deeds?
I had to leave behind with those who were there,
With offerings of their critique and doubts to limit.
Although my desire and motivation kept me fed,
Knowing it was my dream to hunger.
My dream to touch no matter if unfinished.
My dream to taste and savor with a flavor,
I knew too well that could never be diminished.
Since I was born to do what it is I do to see done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Only Natural
Ice will melt, water will boil
You and I can shake of this mortal coil
Its bigger than us
You dont have to worry about it
Ready or not, here comes the drop
You feel lucky when you know where you are
You know its gonna come true
Here in your arms I remember
Its only natural that I should want to be there with you
Its only natural that you should feel the same way too
Its easy when you dont try going on first impressions
Man in a cage has made his confession now
Youve seen me at my worst
And it wont be the last time Im down there
I want you to know I feel completely at ease
Read me like a book thats fallen down
Between your knees, please
Let me have my way with you
Its only natural that I should want to be there with you
Its only natural that you should feel the same way too
Its circumstantial, its nothing written in the sky
And we dont have to try
But well be shaking like mud, buildings of glass
Sink in to the bay, theyll be under the rocks again
You dont have to say
I know youre afraid
Its only natural that I should want to be there with you
Its only natural that you should feel the same way too
Its circumstantial, its something I was born to
Its only natural, can I help it if I want to
song performed by by Crowded House
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From Blue to Blue You Choose
There are clouds above your storms...
Afraid to let Sun through.
Also empty wishes,
Have you feeling shades of blue.
On the dew...
At dawn.
There are clouds above your storms,
Only no one but you.
And...
That's the way it seems.
That's the way your dreams are too!
From blue to blue,
You choose!
Open up your windows.
Feel the breeze.
Let your heart breathe free.
There are clouds above your storms...
Afraid to let Sun through.
Also empty wishes,
Have you feeling shades of blue.
On the dew...
At dawn.
Clouds above your storms.
And they are there watching you.
Wanting to drift,
Away.
But you wish them to stay..
From blue to blue,
You choose.
The way your dreams are too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aftermath for Friend Thad
I’m feeling rather delicate;
perhaps it’s something that I ate.
My stomach’s complains bitterly
It churns and churns incessantly.
I’m feeling bloated full of gas,
the pressure builds but will no pass.
It is becoming serious
I’m feeling really nauseous.
Then suddenly I feel the urge
a desperate need to go and purge.
I go and sit upon the throne.
Ah. Such relief I’ve never known.
I get but little sympathy.
My wife declares that I should be
aware of my capacity.
That too much beer is bad for me.
She might be right I must admit
which does not mean I must like it.
I rather have some sympathy.
Perhaps a nice hot cup of tea.
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Glad I'm Alive
Hello and welcome my friend
It's good to see you again
Do you know anything new
Tell me is this really you
Hey, what's the story in LA
I haven't been there today
It's time we went for a ride
Come on and step right inside
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Darkness our sole destination
Daylight our only intention
White lightning brightens the sky
Can't tell we're flying so high
Rest now and don't be afraid
Can't you see we've got it made
Just cause I'm not going far
That doesn't mean that we can't reach the stars
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Sad story that look in your eyes
Break out before it's too late
Now come and lay down by my side
Let all the thoughts slip away
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
I'm alive
Alive
song performed by by Def Leppard
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Daily Concerns
Another task along the way, I need to turn to God and pray,
Turning to my Lord in prayer, casting to God one more care,
Through the Spirit of His Son, until this task at hand is done,
Knowing that God will hear it, through His ever present Spirit.
And even with a task at hand, one in which I truly understand,
I still have God as my guide, by The Spirit, who dwells inside,
Helping in ways I cannot see, as The Spirit intercedes for me,
With groaning we cannot hear, to my Lord who’s always near.
During an everyday situation, my Lord could allow tribulation,
Turning a regular daily routine, into one overwhelming scene,
Creating a struggle of the wills, while His plan my God fulfills,
Though this struggle may increase, in The Lord, I have peace.
God’s purpose, I may not know, as He guides me where I go,
The reason trials come my way, with a certainty, I cannot say,
But as I truly seek His face, He gives His all sustaining Grace,
Grace that puts questions aside, as His Spirit helps me abide.
Through all tasks I rest assured, in the providence of my Lord,
God’s at every step of the way, through the end of every day,
Truly faithful, He’s always near, beside me with a listening ear,
As God helps me to learn, while I share with Him each concern.
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Keep The Intent Of Your Purpose
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
It is difficult enough,
To constantly be bombarded...
From those events,
That fuss things up.
It's enough to want to cuss,
Everything believed to be corrupt.
But that 'outside' stuff that is happening...
Has a meaning that should awaken all of us.
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
Each day collect pieces,
Of your sanity.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Be gentle and easily allow yourself to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Stink!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
All I've ever wanted from you,
Was your trust.
Although my honesty shows,
Perhaps I trust too much.
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
I get the message!
You have preferences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Makin' A Plan
Out in the land where my dreams flew around
I bulldozed the trees and set my feet on the ground
Put a day in and a week would come out
I didn't have time for doubt
Then when the whole thing went down the drain
I learned that the future don't always obey
Now I'm afraid to get back in the pool
Somehow I'd feel like a fool
Makin' a Plan
Makin' a Plan
High in the morning with climbing to do
High in the turrets I'm thinking of you
Everybody says it's all for the best
Somehow I wouldn't have guessed
Little dominions turn into dust
Schemes blow away on a breeze of mistrust
I'm not feeling sorry for little ol' me
But I'm not about to be
Makin' a Plan
Makin' a Plan
Stop
song performed by by Semisonic
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Suddenly I'm No Longer Attached
Suddenly I'm no longer attached,
And there is something inside of me
That welcomes that.
Years of my activities,
And concern...
Would leave me quite frantic.
Feeling overworked, strained and burned.
I am satisfied with those things I've tried.
And making a footprint no one can deny.
Everywhere I placed my steps,
Not one did I do without dignity and pride.
I need no one to qualify my stride.
My mark has been placed,
Before and not behind witnessing eyes.
I seek no approval for my deeds neglected.
I'm not awed by applause.
My functions have been upfront.
And for some the intent,
Has been meant to be most personal.
I'm not a backside biter!
And that is a fact!
Suddenly I'm no longer attached,
And there is something inside of me
That welcomes that.
That You, Father.
As long as You are pleased!
With me and deeds I've created,
You have helped me make to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Release Them From Their Mental Cages
Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And those who are now awake,
And forgiving of their past mistakes...
Are being delayed to accomplish their missions.
By those insisting they have a fear...
Of making and creating their own footprints clear.
Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And healing with an uplifting done to their minds,
Is severely overdue!
Release them from their mental cages.
We have no desire to see them stampeded.
But a stampeding of them is what we will do!
'When you say, 'Release them from their mental cages.'
You speak of doing this 'figuratively' right?
Right?
As something done emblematically, right?
RIGHT?
Why don't you answer me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Loneliness That Visits
Sometimes loneliness is a gift.
It allows our minds to reflect and drift.
To evaluate who it is we are.
What our wishes mean to us...
And the depth of our dreams,
When loneliness descends.
Our desire to be free of this 'entrapment'
Is encouraging!
Once it is realize 'why' we feel this way.
And 'what' the efforts are to deliver us,
From only seeing ourselves mirroring a sadness.
Knowing that a trust hidden,
Awaits to deliver gladness that arrives...
Eventually!
To inspire our hearts to thrive on new adventures!
This can not be who it is that we are.
A frowning face that takes a place,
Becoming too comfortable with a loneliness sitting.
It is unfamiliar,
When first viewed.
And expressed upon our faces.
Clearly not subdued.
That is why it draws all of our attention to it!
And others too.
This loneliness that visits.
Because it is allowed.
Until we walk away from it.
Freeing it from its welcome.
Leaving it as something seen...
Like a foe that pops up on the scene.
But not to be accepted with a warm embrace.
We can move away from it IF we so desire!
If we inspired a happiness within us to surface!
It can and should be replaced.
Erasing...
This loneliness,
We can dismiss.
To acquire a more sweetened taste...
From a life of bitterness,
An aloneness made can trace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Within Their Reach
Many living inside their boxes,
Peek.
Not realizing dust collects,
Under their feet.
Or there is fresh air outside,
To breathe.
Although they believe,
The sky above them...
Is only within their reach.
And they from within their boxes...
Have the right to dictate,
How high others should fly...
At what height and pace.
And which dreams those they choose,
Are approved to seek.
As well as the ones they can also deny.
Although they secretly wish,
Their insecurities would free them...
To experience such ambitions.
But fearing many living inside their boxes,
Peek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Osmotic Approaches
If one lacks desire to understand,
Another's culture or aspects of it...
What good is the interpretation,
Of a language unknown?
Especially if the people are distanced.
Like a painter who wishes to do it,
Without either the canvas or the paint.
To achieve what purpose is it one seeks?
A comprehension is not revealed,
Without one's committed involvement.
A clarity does not deliver through,
Osmotic approaches as some would choose.
Or one's maintaining of assumptions done.
Some want to have their experieces delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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