They Have Become Disenchanted
All the policies enforced and claimed...
That maintains their virtues,
Have not sustained a confidence remaining.
And creaks from cracks long aging,
With substandard production...
Aided by a need to revamp,
The signs of false staging.
Has come to weaken the appearance...
Of a rallied support that dwindles.
Leaving many horrified,
With the realization...
How unqualified the foundation.
And those who represent,
A pretense with their consent.
They had visions to be lead away from darkness.
Yet depended too much on image.
Although that was highly given...
They have become disenchanted,
By the lack of insight shown!
And those dismissed observing this slide...
Knew from the beginning,
A common sense had not yet been displayed.
They knew insight was not the light carried.
Not through this dimming of a light that decreases.
After all...
It does not take too much to masquerade.
Or keep a charade dressed to impress.
Especially when a night for attending
An opera has been planned...
And one who leads their procession,
Comes prepared to rope bulls,
As if at a rodeo.
And having to be explained the difference.
But that does not stop the command,
With a demand...
To have all present change,
Into cowboy outfits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Choice Would Seem to Be Easy
As the Sun rises on the horizon,
To lift new beginnings...
And clearing paths walked,
Along a journey stalked by distractions.
Will visions accept a guide assigned to lead them?
One they were not told or prepared...
Would appear before them,
With darken skin and kinky hair?
One who did not smile...
But offered a truth they had not heard in a while.
Or would they turn their backs,
And declare a wish for darkness?
To immerse themselves in further attacks.
Since they had grown accustomed...
To those who tormented them,
With such acts.
And sought for them prolonged despair.
The choice would seem to be easy...
However,
An experience in gloom...
Some considered more appropriate.
Than following someone,
Who promises a dawn...
Clearly showing proof,
They should move forward.
Move on!
But some will choose to sit in dismay...
Since the appearance of 'light'
Affects their lack of having insight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All If Not Most Of Their Lives
As long as it is perceived,
There is an advantage had...
By keeping the facts from being known,
And people kept away from truth to be shown...
There will always be martyrs to come and go,
To fight against those...
Defending to protect a worshipping of deceptions.
And difficult it is to do this when that struggle is against...
The ones conditioned to accept lies told to them,
All if not most of their lives!
Since a sleeping in a deep darkness slept,
Where they find comfort that will benefit and prevent...
Any appearance of light that has an appetite to destroy,
Insight to brighten and widen their visions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something About Insight, Intuition and Awareness
There is something about insight, intuition and awareness
That can not be taught.
Like common sense is not a family trait.
It is either there or it isn't.
Experience in observation seems to be a prerequisite.
And some folks are born to walk around,
With their heads in the clouds.
I have actually had conversations,
With those who can lie easily with a straight face.
And then embellish that with something else.
Not aware they do not have to split their lips...
Before my radar detects dishonesty about to arrive.
Dressed elegantly in full BS.
There is something about insight, intuition and awareness...
That uplifts a consciousness that is far less expensive,
Than daydreaming during a college lecture.
And much more adventurous,
Than sitting to listen to a professor's drone!
Trust me.
Been there/done that!
It just amazes me people with college degrees,
And thousands of dollars still owed on loans...
Don't have a dropp of common sense!
If I was the one paying...
I would sue!
Or demand my money back for malpractice.
The expectation and what has been accomplished,
Just does not provide the balance.
Can you 'feel' me on this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At the Center Of The Cause
It's not just one thing.
It's the accumulation of many things,
Beginning the effects of a downslide felt.
The appearance of cracks gone ignored,
In a foundation once sturdy and strong...
Will fail without corrective maintainance.
And relationships of all kinds,
Eventually crumble if taken for granted...
With embellished arguments.
Or an attempt to convince others something untrue,
Through the convenience of lies, deceit or...
Something else to masquerade truth.
And people continue to do this,
Without putting themselves at the center of the cause...
To gain the obtaining of the 'effect' that is claimed to be,
Unexpected!
It's not just one thing.
It's the accumulation of many things,
Beginning the effects of a downslide felt.
The appearance of cracks gone ignored,
In a foundation once sturdy and strong...
Will fail without corrective maintainance.
And relationships of all kinds,
Eventually crumble if taken for granted...
With embellished arguments.
Or an attempt to convince others something untrue,
Through the convenience of lies, deceit or...
Something else to masquerade truth.
And people continue to do this,
Without putting themselves at the center of the cause.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crippled Without Insight
You may have made attempts to ruin my life...
But in the interim,
You have not escape the affects of my pain.
You may have placed an unconscious judgement.
That rubs against you,
With aches and stains.
Why you have selected me to be your pet to pick...
With unwise decisions that affects your life,
Wrap in a mental illness...
That physically makes you sick.
Is beyond my comprehension.
And in the interim,
I have adjusted to witness your wickedness!
I tried to get through to you before your activities began!
But you wouldn't hear it.
And undercover you decided to take an ignorant stand!
I am not guided by your slide into darkness!
I wanted to share a happiness I found in 'light'.
But the brightness of it...
You believed had been artificially lit!
And now you remain,
Crippled without insight...
By your own limitations gained,
Through a maintained and deceptive wit.
With your own misdeeds stinging and burning.
Inside of your confining mind day and night,
With a dimming of a life...
You thought would reward,
After an appetite fed on spite.
Beating you into submission,
In a prolonging unwanted visit!
Occupying your peace,
With an unkindness now you find disliked.
I am not guided by your slide into darkness!
I wanted to share a happiness I found in 'light'.
But the brightness of it...
You believed had been artificially lit!
And now you remain,
Crippled without insight...
By your own limitations gained that grip,
To choke your offspring conceived.
And their siblings in self destructive fits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ridin The Rodeo
Driving all night too many miles to go
Pedal tot he metal listenin to the radio
I got three days to get from cheyenne to san antone
Thats the life of a cowboy ridin the rodeo
My back sides sore and Im movin kinda slow
But when I hit okie city theres a barrel racer that I know
A little home cookin and some lovin to heal my bones
Thats the life of a cowboy ridin the rodeo
Ride cowboy ride hold on for your life
Eight seconds is a long long time when youre sitting on dynamite
You cant make money buddy if get thrown
Thats the life of a cowboy ridin the rodeo
Well I might get lucky down in san antone
Find a little texas girl I could call my own
That lone star lovins the best Ive ever known
Thats the life of a cowboy ridin the rodeo
Ride cowboy ride hold on for your life
Eight seconds is a long long time when youre sitting on dynamite
You cant make money buddy if get thrown
Thats the life of a cowboy ridin the rodeo
Thats the life of a cowboy ridin the rodeo
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Sense of Pretense
Her friends convinced her,
She was better off without me...
Because she had degrees!
But I knew she had no common sense.
She left!
And they left her dazed and unhappy.
She did have one thing going she kept...
Her sense of pretense she used,
That I actually was lost
Needing someone like her,
Around me to find myself.
And I tried to show her from the very beginning,
Her friends couldn't give her
What she could never get back from me.
I knew what I had!
And I still got it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lonesome Cowboy Bill
(reed)
Lonesome cowboy bill
Rides the rodeo.
Lonesome cowboy bill,
You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Lonesome cowboy bill
Rides the rodeo.
Ever since he was a little lad,
Loves the rodeo.
Bucking broncs, yeah, sipping wine,
You got to see him go,
And all the ten-gallon girls
Love to hear him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Because
Lonesome cowboy bill
Rides the rodeo.
Lonesome cowboy bill,
You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Oh, lonesome cowboy bill,
You still ride the rodeo.
Up round the colorado shore,
Down by the ohio.
Sometimes even new orleans,
Down by the mardi gras,
And all the ten-gallon girls
Love to hear him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Hes lonesome cowboy bill, he rides the rodeo.
Just a lonesome cowboy bill,
You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
You got to see him in the rodeo
When hes ridin, goin too darn fast.
You got to hear the people scream and shout
They call him,
Lonesome cowboy bill
Hes a
Lonesome cowboy bill
He goes...
Lonesome cowboy bill
Rides the rodeo.
Lonesome cowboy bill,
You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
I said,
You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Oh hes a lonesome cowboy bill, lonesome cowboy bill...
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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On Paths With Cracks
Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
Or raised like prized roses...
Away from those who bloomed,
Among the killing weeds.
Few I knew,
Clutched to crutches.
Provided by sympathizers...
Who protected them from realities.
On paths with cracks,
With a stumbling done...
I've seen some do this.
And of course,
I was one!
On paths with cracks,
With no guide to lead.
Faith and courage...
Lifted those I knew from their knees.
Few I knew,
Clutched to crutches...
On paths with cracks.
Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
And that's a fact.
When a standing was done,
From a fall one made...
There was little time to give to weep.
And empathy shown was little to none.
Since those I knew...
Were focused to get things done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Sick Divisions
Quote he does...
From those who lived in 1779!
In town meetings held,
To enthrall those captured...
By a deceit known too well!
And he bloats these quotes,
Wishing to be perceived and believed...
He is the one chosen,
And the best to lead!
He makes statements of having values,
Like those who sit and listen.
While their infrastructure crumbles quick.
He dares to announce...
He supports more of this.
Yet nothing has he said,
Makes sense to their current existence!
He speaks of more war!
As they all are faced with foreclosed doors.
He speaks of depleting,
Their struggles to maintain...
A quality of life.
While an economy drains...
And crawls from lack of insight!
He speaks of disqualifications,
Of those he opposes!
Those who stand for justice.
Those inexperienced...
Who insist to wake up those who dose!
He campaigns to keep a drain remaining.
As those confused applaud in ovation!
Those who wish to maintain their blight.
Although he has no innovation...
To end their self righteousness,
Or their degradation!
Addicted they are!
And prescribed to sustain conflicts.
In sick divisions!
That darken their dimming visions!
That removes 'light' from their lives!
And yet...
He has been selected,
As the best candidate!
Their best prospect...
To reap a remembered prosperity.
From dreams that are dieing.
But he promises 'if' elected...
He will turn back the clock to revive,
And restore!
This he says he will ensure they get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rodeo
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And shed give half of texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his loves in tulsa
And she knows hes gonna go
Well, it aint no woman, flesh and blood
Its that damned old rodeo.
(chorus)
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls a man
And her backs against the wall
And its so long girl, Ill see you.
When its time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo
*chorus*
Itll drive a cowboy crazy
Itll drive the man insane
And hell sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all hell have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin
This dream they call rodeo.
*chorus*
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
Its the broncs and the blood
Its the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Insight Recognized
I wish I knew you.
Even though I feel I do.
There is something between us,
Greater than we know.
Something in our words that flow...
That shows we have both been bestowed,
An insight recognized.
How could that be?
Without us seeing who we are,
With our eyes.
And insight that grows.
Could it be our minds are combining?
Merging and beginning to expose?
Is this a dimension we share?
And within it we are being enclosed?
A consciousness only we are aware,
And 'It' has chosen us to enfold!
To leave us grateful we have to behold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Damned If You Do and Damned If You Don't Be Damned
The choice to accept a common belief,
And not the work of research.
Has left so many in dire straits.
They who have chosen concepts...
To dictate their fates.
And now they want to find excuses...
For being lead down a path,
Without a glimmer of insight.
One that would endure...
With a comprehension to last.
When that decision upon them was given...
They chose adopting an insight,
As something unneeded.
And for them an insight they passed.
Heeding to that which did not feed.
'Damned if you do!
And damned if you don't be damned'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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light-I Live By Light
I live by light
Was born seeing night and day
Colours bright and grey
Shape and form
Height and depth
Of things I knew.
I live by light Grew
Seeing family and friends
Scots and other peoples
War and peace
Experiencing joy fear
Of from
People I knew.
I live in light be
Seeing things that I do not 'see',
Things shown to me
Not by, but in the light
That light Knows me.
I love this light that shows me
What It 'Is'
And captures me
To make me be.
I fear this light
That clearest shows the way.
It calls me out of light
That I do know
To enter darkness
Where only It
Can glow.
poem by Mary Mc Creath
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No Longer Will They Choose to Be Abused
Rescued from sleaze and teasing.
Once bottled up in guilt and shame...
And clamped to pain,
As a goal one chose to pursue and aim.
Fused to booze like a loser,
With no hope or faith to gain.
Remaining desperately afraid...
And a named glued to making mistakes.
Refusing to take any blame,
Or claim to feel a struggle with heartbreak.
Untied...
And let loose,
From excuses.
Overnight...
Many had been bitten,
By insight!
A light shown on their lives!
To beam ever bright!
And a cloak from their emotions...
Took a hike from inside!
Untied...
And let loose,
From excuses.
Overnight...
Many had been bitten,
By insight!
A light shown on their lives!
To beam ever bright!
And a cloak from their emotions...
Took a hike from inside!
And no longer will they choose to be abused,
Or pay a price for a ride...
They don't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beginning To See The Light
(reed)
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard,
But still they never get it right.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again
Playing the fool again.
Here we go again
Acting hard again.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Im beginning to see the light.
I wore my teeth in my hands
So I could mess the hair of the night
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Hey Im beginning to see the light.
I met myself in a dream
And I just wanna tell you - everything was alright
Im beginning to see the light.
Here comes two of you,
Which one will you chose?
One is black, one is blue.
Dont look just what to do.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well Im beginning to see the light.
There are problems in these times
But none of them are mine
Baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved?
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Treated As If Royal Guests
It doesn't pay to underestimate,
The abilities of anyone.
Or base an opinion of their experiences,
On where they may live.
Mode of transportation used.
Scuff marks on their shoes.
Physical appearances and choice of dress.
Perceptions of their intelligence.
Or the way they express a lack of interest,
In attending social sets.
Even the way one speaks is deceiving.
Those who have minds with perceptions like this,
Ultimately discover,
They are the ones dismissed.
Believing that which is shown...
Exposes the unknown.
So untrue are those beliefs some cling onto.
Who would ever conceive, perceive or believe,
Someone outwardly without trying...
Could to others impress.
With invitations secretly received,
To wine and dine with those who 'do' impress.
Yet...
Have similar personalities.
And enjoy being in the company,
Of the ones others decide to detest...
As insignificant 'wannabees'.
And requested they are,
To sit at the head of tables.
And treated as if royal guests.
While others dressed to impress,
Would never get an invitation...
To sweep or mop dirty floors.
But,
However...
Allowed to press their pretentious noses,
Up against the windows.
From outside as they shiver in the cold.
One never knows!
Do one?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Really Knew
What you don't know can lead you to the extremes
Shunning help though you feel a need
You fear to be caught limping and you lose your place
And "Leaning On The Everlasting Arm"is not your taste
Maybe you've heard stories,
Laughed at what you saw on TV
Or felt disgust as He was used as an excuse for bigotry
But I've got to tell you, that's not what it's all about
'Cause the truth I know will turn you around
Chorus
If you really knew
You would change your mind
If you knew the God I know
You would have the time
If you take a chance, I'm sure you will find
Everything you need in love of another kind
I, too, have been hurt by those who claimed to show the way
It was crazy, their two faces like night and day
But you don't stop believing 'cause you once been burned
In everything, there's a lesson learned
Man is imperfect, there is just One Perfect Soul
So much more loving than than one that you've been shown, oh
How long is it gonna take for you to realize?
I wish that you would open your eyes
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
I apologize to you,
On behalf of the untrue
Because the God I know would never do the things they do
Mercy and compassion on the right and on the left
Can you give anymore than your last breath?
Oh, too hard to see, well put your mind aside
And stop using fear to hide behind
Bridge 2
God's love is enough for you
And it's waiting, if you only knew
(Repeat)
Repeat Chorus 5X, then Bridge 2 till fade
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Rodeo
Laughin like gypsies show to show
Living my life like a rolling stone
This is how my story unfolds
Traveling man, never at home
Cant find love so I sleep alone
This whisky river has a long way to flow
All that I know is life on this road
Long way from home
In this rodeo
Rodeo, rodeo, rodeo, rodeo
Not my home
Another day, another night on stage
Lights go down, time to turn the page
Was this all I ever wanted to be
Six hundred miles the highway calls
Another long day now the hours get small
Riding out this rock and roll rodeo
All that I know is life on this road
Long way from home
In this rodeo
Rodeo, rodeo, rodeo, rodeo
Not my home
All that I know
Is life on this road
Long way from home
In this rodeo
Rodeo, rodeo, rodeo, rodeo
Not my home
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Galileo
Galileos head was on the block
The crime was looking up for truth
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try to trace them to my youth
And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now Im serving time for mistakes
Made by another in another lifetime
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight
And then I think about my fear of motion
Which I never could explain
Some other fool across the ocean years ago
Must have crashed his little airplane
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight
Im not making a joke, you know me
I take everything so seriously
If we wait for the time till all souls get it right
Then at least I know therell be no nuclear annihilation
In my lifetime Im still not right
I offer thanks to those before me
Thats all Ive got to say
cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
Now I have to pay
But then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
To let the next life off the hook
But shell say look what I had to overcome from my last life
I think Ill write a book
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach the highest light
Except for galileo God rest his soul
(except for the resting soul of galileo)
King of night vision, king of insight
How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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