Stressed To Their Mental Limits
No matter what the showing of proof may be,
There are still many believing...
They live a way of life envied by others.
But very few seem envious of those,
Living day to day on leases and loans...
While being indebted to creditors.
Even those teased and ridiculed,
For having nothing to impress...
Sleep peacefully and appear to be rested,
Than those claiming to have everything...
Yet appear and seem to be medicated,
To avoid being stressed to their mental limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Living To Impress Others
Living an unconventional lifestyle,
Amongst those living on loans and credit cards...
Is an experience of one's stamina and tolerance.
An utmost patience.
Since those living to impress others,
Assume those who choose to live basically...
Aren't accustomed to having 'things' to flaunt.
Or things deemed to be of worth and valued.
So therefore...
The showing to them disrespect is justifiable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Losing Patience
If one is the owner,
Of another's debt.
And that other one's life,
Has been enhanced by loans and credit,
Kept.
Who is more indebted?
The one who's lifestyle has been fed,
On the achievement of good credit ratings?
Or the one quietly...
Losing patience instead?
If one is the owner of another's debt.
And one of the two brags about a greatness kept.
While the other has sat patiently...
Listening to the boasting,
Of one exposing a pumped up chest!
Which one do you think eventually...
Will extend an upper hand?
And which one will admittedly,
Will express regret and on nothing to stand.
On which can be declared is theirs to own?
Not if one is accustomed to living indebted,
On borrowed finances another loans.
Which one do you 'think' will be left to moan?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plain Sermons
I saw a man--and envied him beside--
Because of this world's goods he had great store;
But even as I envied him, he died,
And left me envious of him no more.
I saw another man--and envied still--
Because he was content with frugal lot;
But as I envied him, the rich man's will
Bequeathed him all, and envy I forgot.
Yet still another man I saw, and he
I envied for a calm and tranquil mind
That nothing fretted in the least degree--
Until, alas! I found that he was blind.
What vanity is envy! for I find
I have been rich in dross of thought, and poor
In that I was a fool, and lastly blind
For never having seen myself before!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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No Limits
One life - never been a riddle
Black nights - live it to the max
Its all extremely done
No way - to colonise the middle
Ride hard - desperadoes at your back
Under a blood red sun
In this world - up to us
We stand or we fall - yeah
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits - no limits all the way
Gear up - life is what we make it
Rock hard - shaft it to the top
Weve only just begun
Suns up - were gonna do some shakin
Break out - we give it all we got
Make way cause here we come
In this world we decide
To answer the call - yeah
We got no limits, ...
Power n riches n rank
Mean nothing at all
Render the game to the en
Once and for all - once and for all - yeah
We got no limits, ...
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits
Evrybody live the life
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Gettin' Sacrificial
When you see me believe me...
I am doing just what I do,
Like you.
Living my life and doing that right!
When you see me believe me...
I am doing just what I do,
Like you.
Living my life and doing that right!
I can't be bothered by those sobs that drop.
Or sit with pity partiers,
On the block.
Or listen to the whining and the crying,
With the moans.
From grown folks acting like kids,
They've disowned!
I know,
It's getting harder everyday,
For some folks to stand on their own.
Alone!
I know,
It's gettin' sacrificial when the rent gets paid on loans.
I know that,
Many have flopped from the top!
I know that,
Honesty for many has stopped.
I know...
It's gettin' sacrifical just to keep,
In a safety zone!
I know,
It's getting harder everyday,
For some folks to stand on their own.
Alone.
I know,
It's gettin' sacrificial when the rent gets paid on loans.
When you see me believe me...
I am doing just what I do,
Like you.
Living my life and doing that right!
I know that...
People don't eat,
Can't sleep.
I know that many feel they're living on a meter.
I know that...
People are disgusted with their leaders.
I know that...
Misery is spreading through the air.
I know...
Some folks wanna do it,
But get screwed
Showing they care!
I can't be bothered by those sobs that drop.
Or sit with pity partiers,
On the block.
I know that...
People don't eat,
Can't sleep.
I know that many feel they're living on a meter.
I know that...
People are disgusted with their leaders.
Good God...
It's gettin' sacrificial just to keep,
In a safety zone!
Yes I said,
It's gettin' sacrificial just to keep,
In a safety zone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
song performed by by Ramones
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Typhoid Cycles Unique Hells
ascended fevered
two flights
of mammoth stairs
on glass legs
splintered shards
sticks drained powerless
acute bones aches
never ending faint tired
sleeping endless hours
oceanic cycle sleeps
wake shaky to urinate
immediately rehydrate
delirious pass days
endured in sleep bliss
depression confused dawns
fever breaking starts
no deep sleep retreats
strength awake curses
rendered bed ridden spells
typhoid cycles unique hells
brain like scrambled eggs
hurts aches brain eyes
for recovery numb days
medicated man mumbles
rested bored patients
not feeling much bliss
hope to raise tomorrow
best wishes seed dreams
medicated rested bored
enjoying final extra rests
prepare body mind muscles
for challenge return work face
life normal responsibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Banker Who Smokes Weed
And...
May we have a drumroll please.
What ARE you doing?
'I am rolling.'
I said 'DRUMROLL' fool.
Not 'DUMB-ROLL'.
'Oh.'
And...
Drumro ll.
Thank you.
The winner of the race,
In the chase to acquire...
Is...
It seems we have a tie!
However...
Those who have lost seems to be,
The creditors who issued loans...
To the ones living in homes underwater.
And even with foreclosures...
Are asked to remain in them.
The winners?
The bankers and those who smoke weed,
Confessing today they are gay.
'But aren't they the ones who issued the loans? '
Well...in a way,
You are correct.
However...
If you are a banker who smokes weed,
You can lose billions to pocket.
And then make claims you can't remember it.
To snack on bunches of munchies openly,
And with legal support for such actions.
'Are we all insane? '
Only those without a medical prescription.
And holding out with hopes of a return back to normalcy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are No Minutes Kept Backed Up
There are no minutes kept backed up,
To put aside to decide to live them.
There are no minutes that can be stored as such,
For one to decide life is worth living.
There are no minutes kept backed up.
None one can say they have wrapped up.
There is no one on Earth with that much luck...
To decide when their life is worth the living.
People think they should be shown some proof,
That a life they live is worth the living.
While they isolate themselves locked up in coops,
To decide that a life they live is worth the living.
While awaiting for someone to approve what they do,
That a life given to them is worth the living.
With a choosing of every move...
Excusing some choices while others are removed.
To clarify that a life they live is worth the living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deep Depression
Accomodating whims,
Have noticeably slimmed...
More than a wee bit now.
A running up of debts,
Have met brick walls!
Window shopping at malls,
Has also been stalled...
With credit limits pinched.
And those premeditated Christmas lists,
Prepared to uplift spirits in the heat of July...
Do a drive by.
With no passengers to fulfill,
Minds teased with materialistic dreams treated.
Many are seen dismounting from their high horses!
With easy courses to bypass the realities of life,
To breeze through deceitfully...
Have stopped.
And the only happiness appearing on faces...
Belong to those who have chosen to live on less!
Disregarding the taunting done,
They did.
By the ones now witnessed,
Going through a deep depression!
With a wish for those days...
They sought to impress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staring Them In the Face As Proof
To 'know' God is to be 'free' of inhibitions...
Pretensions and superstitions,
Those demonic live to identify.
To restrict consciousness to limits.
With attempts to keep what is valued unchanged.
And controlled
By delusion and the enforcement of conflict!
But then again...
Some folks are waiting for evidence that God exists.
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
And the Earth,
The living reason that affords all to leech upon it...
Shakes everywhere beneath their fragile feet.
With the hope of awakening a broadened consciousness.
And the knowledge that man made time is not on their side,
Waiting in an understood patience...
For absent minds to decide,
Which 'fate' is more acceptable to take.
And which one should be left,
To address in debate!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stay Out and Keep Away
Hypothetically insinuated,
Or suggested by opinion.
A picture paints what the message is.
If it is subjected on a focus...
To depict an imagery,
Hyped to be solicited.
People grow tired,
Of those delusioned by pretensions.
An isolated scene as viewed,
To be cutoff from the reality...
Of a life that is lived but distanced.
By those believing their traditions...
Valued as a standard kept.
With a maintaining of a teased jealousy.
And...
Will provide sustaining subsistance,
With perceptions a way of life they live...
Is envied!
Well...
Foolish is the fence fortified,
They have surrounded themselves...
To convince.
With signs posted that display,
'Stay Out and Keep Away From The Fence'
Will someday be taken serious...
By those delivering a dwindling of supplies.
'Should we continue to play along with their lies?
Or ignore them as has been 'our' intention.
With the backdoor feeding of them.
Or keep the supplies for ourselves? '
~Suppose the media gets a sniff of this? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dilemmanized
A choice to pick between happiness,
Or to be slick and wicked.
Dilemmanized am I and teased.
I prefer to keep my peace of mind at ease.
But in these times we live...
One has to be either ambidextrous,
Absorbed with sex and/or on sedatives.
To be alone and happy raises eyebrows.
Only deep depression and stress is allowed.
If I should be seen whistling and humming a song...
I am threatened by stares,
Feeling out of place like I am doing something wrong.
Dilemmanized am I and teased.
Either I am being crotched inspected,
Or reviewed to be sodomized to please.
And if I turn down invitations,
To discuss immoral temptations!
I become scrutinized...
Because my life is not paralyzed,
In filth!
And there is an absence of guilt expressed,
Around me.
Dilemmanized am I and teased.
And I am doing my best,
To rest my thoughts of experimentation!
Believing the end result...
Provides a higher quality of an accepted trash!
And considered by someone's demented determination.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If This Would Mean An End To A Chase
I wish I could issue rose glasses to those in need.
Those hoping to get a taste of that dangling carrot.
Or a slice of apple pie topped with homemade icecream.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
I wish I could purchase enough peppermint sticks,
To dip in minted tea...
For all of those wishing a life lived in comfort and luxury.
Wouldn't it be nice to see on TV...
Parents laughing and singing with their children happily,
While engaged as a family living life peacefully.
I wish I could issue rose glasses to those in need.
Those hoping to get a taste of that dangling carrot.
Or a slice of apple pie topped with homemade icecream.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
If this would mean an end to a chase.
To live their lives as they see fit.
Without the constant bombardment,
Of being fed nonsense.
And heartaches embraced would fade away from desiring,
Such teased treats to feed and fantasize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autopilot
I can sleep, but I won't rest
I'll try to rest, but I'll only sleep
My dreams were once my escape
My nights held my happy days
Awake, I was depresed
Alseep, I had energy
I'd cry myself to sleep
Then I'd cry no more
Spreading my wings
I'd laugh under night's sun
Flying around the world
I'd make a hundred friends
Throwing fire and ice
I'd defeat all my enemies
Then I would wake up
And happiness fled
Walking through autopilot
In a world that wasn't real
Looking but never seeing
I'd cry under day's moon
Existing but never living
I'd avoid everyone
Closing my eyes
I'd hide from any enemies
I once rested
In the chaos of my dreams
The loud sleeping happiness
Was better than the quiet waking sadness
But things have changed
In a moment, a lifetime
Awake, I am content
Asleep, I am upset
If I sleep, I dream
When I dream, I fear
Running in terror
Crying in death
I see faces unkown
And know pain unfelt
I once looked for sleep to find rest
Now I avoid sleep so not to lose rest
My heaven became my hell
My hallucination became my shelter
I do not sleep, I do not rest
Tired, but I am happy
A new kind of autopilot
Which existance is worse?
Awake, I fear sleep coming
Asleep, I cannot wake
Never resting, only existing
Life on autopilot
poem by Juvela Obi
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Willing To Share
Men will not care what you know, if God’s love you don’t show,
Showing His love in all you do, as His Spirit works through you,
While living for God in this life, truly showing the Love of Christ,
Showing others you truly care, by stepping out for Him to share,
This as you share resources with, others through your loving gift.
When the Lord blesses you, you can share that blessing through,
The reaching out to others who, aren’t as blessed as me and you,
Willing for God, to pay the cost, by extending love to others lost,
Knowing Him, Who paid the price, our life too, can be a sacrifice,
Sharing what Christ has given us, shouldn’t become a major fuss.
For all we have, was given by, the One who came, to earth to die,
The pattern for both you and me, so His Love is what people see,
So gifts of help may open the door, to share the Gift of our Lord,
As we help others in many ways, giving to Him the ultimate praise,
Willing to share, as living proof, we want to share The Living Truth.
Although God’s Truth may offend, we must be to all, a real friend,
Let the love of God abound, to share the Truths of God we found,
For all need God’s Living Bread; without it, they’re spiritually dead,
Separated from God, Eternally, so Eternal Truth, they need to see,
So when given a chance in this life, we need to share Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©05/2009)
A Journey Taken God Wants Us to Condone
There is 'something' felt in the air.
Something that says the times ahead,
Will be okay.
With whispers calling for a patience.
Even though clouds of despair seem to be,
Everywhere,
There are those without hesitation...
Showing reasons to express they care.
These times we all are living,
Come to give us reasons to condone.
These times we are living,
Are no longer the times to decide to leave alone.
These times we all are living,
Come to give us reason...
To live and condone,
A journey taken God wants us on.
A journey taken God wants us to condone.
Claiming it as a direction we own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quickness of Life
Death is going on...
To replenish what's be taken!
To fulfill a wish,
That was untimely aborted.
Death upon us,
Is linked to the life we know.
We review the affects of death...
As if those among the living 'know'.
'Is there a look of confidence among them?
When Jesus is spotted...
Bring Him to the front of the line! '
We treat death as if it does not exist!
Like those who are racists,
With other assorted mental limits.
As if it is ignored...
Away it will go!
Death is the other side of life...
Coming to bestow,
A reason to enjoy life and live!
And many don't get it!
And yet some get it much too soon!
And everything that can be touched
Now can and is taken away!
Since death is far greater,
Than the quickness of life...
Coming for moments to glow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Historically, the claim of consensus has been the first refuge of scoundrels; it is a way to avoid debate by claiming that the matter is already settled.
Michael Crichton in Caltech Michelin Lecture (17 January 2003)
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Booby Trap
perfect beauty
from toronto
new attraction
or some heartthrob
was it all just a deathtrap,
pulled me in and then shut snaps? stupid.
did it make you
come to get me?
or am i just
going mental?
i am not a pushover.
how did i get run over? stupid.
play like a lil bitty boy. (play on)
with your grubbery toy (play on)
oh, its just a matter time (play on)
till the day im gonna get mine.
i am not a
play like
did it make you
come to get me?
or am i just
going mental? (going mental)
or am i just (or am i just)
going mental? (going mental)
or am i just (or am i just)
going mental? (going mental)
(or am i just)
(going mental)
(or am i just)
(going mental)
i am not
song performed by by Weezer
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