So Much Of It That Comes Awarded
Not mystified by false idols.
Symbols
Bangles or beads.
Faith is a decision one makes.
And keeps that...
Throughout misery.
Or a grief left,
By another.
Who chooses that to leave.
Being pleased and grateful.
No judgements to pass or share!
Waking up each morning.
And expressing thankfulness.
Without concerns of what 'bling' to 'zing'
To wear for stares.
There is so much in life,
That awakens one aware.
So much of it is there without conflict.
So much of it that comes awarded...
One can afford that is not limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Get What's Coming
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
You and I may have grown,
With similar capabilities.
But being conscious of doing anything to me
Seems to have affected your beliefs,
You can do to me and go unscathed.
There is not one inhabitant on or 'of' this Earth,
That does a misdeed to another
That will not 'one day' become victimized,
By what has been done!
You may have had your fun
Believing what you did to have done,
To lie and deceive like many 'choose' to perceive
They also can do,
And not be repaid for those efforts.
There is no hiding away to convince others,
You have no clue why someone else does
What they do to you,
And 'you' are innocently treated
As a culprit who has initiated an action,
That has been mistakened.
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
And folks like you who declare not to know,
Why others do to you what they do
Will eventually expose yourselves.
Physically, mentally
However Mother Nature chooses to do it to you.
You will get what's coming.
And at a price you can afford.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baubles, Bangles & Beads
Wright, forrest
Baubles bangles hear how they ring ching-a-lingle
Baubles bangles bright shiny heads sparkles spangles
My heart will sing sing-a-linge
Wearing baubles bangles and beads
I glitter and gleam so make somebody dream
So that some day he may buy me
A ring a-ling a-ling a-ling a-ling
A-ling a-ling a-ling a-lingle
Ive heard thats where it leads
Wearing baubles bangles and beads
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Shoestring
Everybody's pawning all their bling things.
Trying to live today on just a shoestring.
Giving in ain't easy for one thinking...
How will they survive,
Without the zing of bling things!
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
Droppin' hip hop poppin'
To stop coppin'...
From lockin' boppin'
So rock mop and toppin'.
They woke up soak and wet,
And feelin' threatin'.
'Cause' all the bling
They stung up...
Stopped affectin'!
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo
Everybody's pawning all their bling things.
Trying to live today on just a shoestring.
Giving in ain't easy for one thinking...
How will they survive,
Without the zing of bling things!
And trying to live today on just a shoestring.
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah ooopah ooopah,
ooo woo...
ooopah pah ooo!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without the Expense of Therapy
I'm not this or that.
Or drive a Cadillac.
In fact...
I don't have a car at all.
And with the price of gas...
I'd rather sit on my,
Memories.
When I filled up my car.
And drove where I pleased!
To visit 'friends'.
Or just to witness different sceneries.
I did not do that...
To take for granted,
Where my life 'then' sat!
There is nothing like being aware...
Of having nothing valued,
That others care to share!
I don't have 'bling' or other things to impress.
From your point of view...
I have nothing to keep,
Anyone's interest!
And that suits me fine.
Since I do have peace of mind.
Unlimited.
And not one dime did I spend to get it!
Nor will you find me...
Wallowing in pity.
Because I have nothing you value.
To strut and flaunt upon the streets,
Of big cities.
Or belong to a clique.
You are doing your best,
To share fading pretentions with!
I never felt comfortable passing judgements.
Not the kind I am sure someday you will miss.
And every step I take...
Not one is placed,
As I look around...
Seeking to find anyone familiar,
To approve with explanation...
A way of life I find just fine.
And...
I might add,
Without the expense of therapy!
Am I touching upon a subject,
Too close that invokes a sensitivity?
You'll get over my provoking!
And the stroking of those jokes.
I am not one to enjoy...
That kind of teasing you employed!
You seem to have too much on your mind...
To define in these times.
Oh...
I did hear a rumor.
Psychologists have lowered their prices!
It seems this is their season.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Calculated With 'Come-Hither' Stares
Aligning and finding the mind is attached,
To that Great One who knows...
All that we sow and reap to adapt,
More than we should carry on our backs.
But...
We do because it is what 'we' choose.
Believing our shoulders are for this to be used.
The Great One has nothing to do with that!
Learn to remove those unconscious traps.
Calculated with 'come-hither' stares,
Alluring to seduce with temptations to induce...
Senses of despair to bear,
More than we should carry on our backs.
But do because it is what 'we' choose.
The Great One has nothing to do with that!
Be aware,
Of those calculated with 'come-hither' stares.
Be aware of them.
Be aware of them.
Be aware.
Be aware,
Of those calculated with 'come-hither' stares.
Be aware of them.
Be aware of them.
Be aware!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zing Went The Strings Of My Heart
Dear, when you smile at me
I hear a melody
It haunted me from the start
Something inside of me
Started a symphony
Zing went the strings of my heart
Whoa now the breath of spring
Whoa i heard a robin sing
About a nest... apart
All that you seem to be
End up in harmony
Zing went the strings of my heart
I still recall the thrill
I guess i always will
I hope we'll never depart
Dear, with your lips to mine
A rhapsody divine
Zing went the strings of my heart
Zing went the strings of my heart
Zing zing zing zing
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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I've Just Come Back From Having a 'Moment
When I sit and visit with nature,
In a surrounded quietness.
I've come to eliminate any hints of conflict,
Others may share...
From an environment that permits it.
Nothing is like one's solitude at times.
It energizes with such purety.
Like air free of toxins.
And a mind relaxed,
Of pressures that come.
To undo peace that's done.
When I sit and visit with nature,
I am more aware of the leaves on trees.
I am aware of the difference between Pine and Oak.
And the array of birds sitting on their branches to chirp,
And sing.
Aware am I of the drifting clouds.
From East to West and sometimes reversed.
So aware am I when I leave this scene...
I do not thirst to hear those who habitually curse.
It unnerves my inner peace!
That peace I try to hold onto...
As I unball my fists.
That peace I try to hold onto...
As I bite my lower lip!
'Good Morning, how are you? '
*WHAT? What do you want? *
'I'm just saying good morning!
No offense.'
*I apologize. Forgive me.
I have just come back from having a 'moment'! *
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Spotlight That Comes As A Given
The making of anything look easy,
Gets the attention from those who believe it is.
And if there is any hint of notoriety attached...
Only those interested in what is done,
Seek the limelight and not the work and sweat...
Involved in the achievement of that pat on the back.
Baubles, bangles and beads...
And bright shiny things that bling to impress,
Is all most people want to address.
Assuming with success there is no stress.
Or the getting of a much needed rest.
There is no spotlight that comes as a given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unintending To Be Perceived As Offensive
I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.
Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.
And this I've done for many years in my routines.
With a doing done I do,
In a process that of my creation sees.
I accept with appreciation,
Compliments from others.
Who become aware of my attempts.
Sometimes I wish,
I could express more enthusiasm.
To show such thankfulness for such gifts.
And I do say, 'Thank you.'
Since I am grateful for the attention my gifts get.
Although I consider myself an 'elf' sometimes,
Just doing my part as God's work in progress.
With a doing at times God knows,
Can be a bit mischievous with a willingness unintending.
To be perceived as offensive when that deed I do gets done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Gift
Everyday when one awakens,
To first pray in a thankfulness.
As some may do this.
While others forget.
Hopefully it dawns upon them,
With an acknowledgement...
The morning was not guaranteed,
As a gift for them to receive.
No, it was not.
Nor was the opportunity given again,
For themTo take for granted...
A life many choose to easily dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decision to Be Vindictive
I am going to return what I get.
Whether that be a bad attitude,
Or an evil disposition.
No sulking done will I do...
To appease the few who initiate conflict.
I am going to return what I get.
And address it without disappointment met.
I am going to return what I get.
This forgiving to forget nonsense,
Is only perfectly done in written text.
People awaken in the morning,
With a decision to be vindictive.
And the clown in me...
Chooses not to let them down!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Much Is Needed
Most folks wait too late...
As if they have time to borrow,
To live.
And put off until tomorrow,
An opportunity that comes today...
To share in what has been awarded.
But it is delayed...
As if they can afford it!
Only to declare something not done...
Was not.
Because they chose to lock that time away.
To be saved.
Later forgotten and dropped.
How foolish can one be,
To wait to live a life God gave?
As they spend their existence...
Seeking assistance in the collection of trash.
Worthless souvenirs,
Reminisced.
And most of it not wanted.
But sought to leave impressions...
That do not last!
And we hear these confessions,
From the lips of those...
In preparation to pass on!
'Time flies by so quickly...
I wish I had more of it! '
How much is needed...
To always find the time,
To repeat the same wish?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Followed with a Hollowed Faith
I am who I am!
A proud and determined man.
And glad I am not limited to labels.
Call me anything you wish.
I am one of those folks,
Grateful to have life to breathe.
And grateful to be able to express,
A sharing of gifts...
With others to exchange to leave.
People who find time,
To restrict their origin with ethnic traces...
Without appreciating themselves,
Or whomever they debase.
Seek excuses to offend and discriminate...
And do so to incriminate with a satiation,
Those hypocrisies followed with a hollowed faith.
And they call themselves 'believers'!
But of what? Jealousy, deceit and hate?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misunderstandings
are like chillies.
seen in isolation
it makes you cry.
but
they add the zing
when mixed to a meal.
same way
lovers tiff
stood alone
is poison to relationship,
but
as a part
of
love's pot pourrie,
it cannot but add the
zing
and
bring zest to life.
..atp
.6.09.2007.
poem by Samyak Jain
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Passing Through
Wet blades in the shade of an old house
Scatter as a mouse shatters the dew,
On this morning as i pass through.
A city asleep beneath a deep eastern ray
Is herlded from slumber by a trumpeting jay,
Who christens the day anew,
On this morning as i pass through.
Golden hair and a rare trace of green
Can be seen, transfigured in the treetops
By autumn’s brush as a thrush scampers from view,
On this morning as i pass through.
Dawn’s drowsiness is shaken as a baby awakens
To the city’s soft ceiling of blue,
On this morning as i pass through.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Composition Of An Atmosphere
Is the importance of being aware with a consciousness,
To share with those afraid and scared to death of it...
Beneficial?
These questions and more can be observed and explored,
Just taking a casual walk around one's environment.
What is important to some and not to others,
Can be debated in prolonged arguments.
But what exists and obviously sits as seen...
Many will claim not to notice it at all.
While others seek escapes from it,
To claim to have no interest if not entertained.
Although what effects the entire environment...
The majority will see no connection as it affects,
The composition of an atmosphere and its entirety!
Is the importance of being aware with a consciousness,
To share with those afraid and scared to death of it...
Beneficial?
Well...
That depends on what side of the street,
One has a preference and chooses to walk on.
'Why should I care about what's going on over there?
I'm not getting paid to do it.
And if I do...
I 'may' attempt to get others involved.
That would be my civic duty to then express my concerns.
I am focused on that which is specific and exclusive,
To the enhancement of my own interests.
Which I 'hope' I am making apparent.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grateful When You'r Dead (bonus-live)
I'm painting, I paint a picture in you're mind
If you're driving roads to suicide, I know you can sympathise
If you're love is a cheatin', and you're blinded by the pain
You're honeymoon in summer is a picnic in the rain...
You'll be grateful when you're dead, Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
I'm shaking, I shake the spear before you're eyes
Well if you know you're history, you will read between lines
If you're waiting for a vision, to illuminate you're mind
To leave this world of misery, to leave it all behind
You'll be grateful when you're dead, Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba.
song performed by by Kula Shaker
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Mystified
Written by lindsey buckingham and christine mcvie.
Oh...
Pretty baby
This feeling I just cant hide
You got me mystified
Oh...
Pretty darling
This feeling is deep inside
You got me mystified
The light that shines around you
It blinds my eyes
Theres a magic surrounds you
Tell me where your secret lies
Oh...
Pretty darling
This feeling is deep inside
You got me mystified
Oh...
Pretty baby
This feeling I just cant hide
You got me mystified
You got me mystified
Mystified
Mystified
Mystified
Mystified
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Get Out of My Face!
Get out of my face!
You have convinced my own flesh and blood,
To erase a closeness.
To become replaced...
By the bangles that you dangle.
By the presence of a rusting gleam.
And the brightness of a 'bling'...
That now is assessed as worthless.
Get out of my face!
With your temptations,
That has disgraced an elevated pride.
Backstabbed by greed and degradation.
You can never heal wounds,
Left to scorch from bleeding the blood...
You sucked from hearts you trampled!
Living to realize you left me to sample your demonicness,
Does not remove the taste of your wickedness.
Or the filth you have left...
To leave some still in worship!
Get out of my face!
Nothing about you,
Is deserving of eye contact!
Or depicts anything I wish to forgive.
Even your breath reeks of a stench that poisons!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Full of Promises
People who claim to have faith
And hide behind fears...
Are so hypocritical,
With each excuse made I hear!
They will convince with sincerety,
How strong their convictions are.
But they wont step up to the plate...
Unless they are riding in an armored car!
And people like that with issues on their back...
Seem to be full of promises,
And conflicts prepared to share!
As they subtract facts...
From a mind they've created
To preceive life as abstract!
With that kind of faith kept...
Where they expect to get,
Has to be 'thisclose' to nowhere!
With judgements to pass,
As they prepare to adopt more frets to inspect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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