Throttled Up To Crave A Nonstopping Of Topics
Throttled up to crave a nonstopping of topics,
With an outreach stretching towards...
The feeding of a boundless curiousity.
How others can live lives closed and limited,
Is an enforce of choice it seems...
One marries and should divorce to dream.
Bottled up to slowly fizz a pop,
An effervescence contained...
Rushes with a flow that can not be blocked.
And excitement like that,
Has to be encouraged a lot.
Especially in valleys,
Where those shuffle with gloom.
And living without ambition,
As if fed on doom.
Throttled up to crave a nonstopping of topics,
With an outreach stretching towards...
The feeding of a boundless curiousity.
This should be contagious.
But instead,
Is shunned.
People should find themselves outrageous,
And crazed.
But instead these days,
They look backward in darkness.
And not ahead to seek Sun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the Edge With Lost Meaning
Arming themselves,
With guns and fear.
Snap, crackle pop.
Dropped minds,
Nonstopping.
Inciting, backbiting threats appear.
On landscapes groomed...
With more of this looming.
And...
These are the people who pray under steeples,
With hate!
In their eyes.
These are the people who say they live lives,
That are straight.
But gutterized in hiding.
And...
These are the people with morals that others debate.
To criticize.
But gone denied.
On the edge with lost meaning,
They choose to demean.
Those who speak truth and appear on the scene.
Confused hypocrites sitting on the ledge.
Threatening to jump if their needs are not fed.
And...
These are the people who say they live lives,
That are straight.
On the edge with lost meaning.
And...
These are the people with morals that others debate.
On the edge with lost meaning.
And...
These are the people who pray under steeples,
With hate!
On the edge with lost meaning.
And...
These are the people without visions forward to make.
And have chosen to not pray with faith!
Oh oooh...
And,
These are the people who say they live lives,
That are straight.
But gutterized in hiding.
And...
These are the people with morals that others debate.
To criticize.
But gone denied.
Arming themselves,
With guns and fear.
Snap, crackle pop.
Dropped minds,
Nonstopping.
And these are the people who've chosen themselves,
To eliminate.
On the edge with lost meaning...
With no brakes applied to their fates!
Oh oooh..
NO?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chemical Love
People goin round
Tellin others they are square
Around and round in circles
Is a ride that goes somewhere
All you need to fly
Is a heart dying to try
A chemical love
Its a chemical love
Aint nothin to it
Gettin cash when you are broke
Doin lots of time
Is worth a little snort of coke
Infected needles
Can aid you in no time
Through chemical love
Youve got a chemical love
Some people crave for physical love
Some people crave material love
Yet fewer crave for spiritual love
Youve got a chemical jones
Youve got a chemical love
Yeah, a chemical love
Youve got chemical love
Some people find themselves hooked on the
Weirdest things
That have nothing to do with living
Gods gift to us is our life whats ours to him
If its not our love, then nothings given, given
Some people crave for physical love
Some people crave material love
Yet fewer crave for spiritual love
Youve got a chemical jones
For a chemical love
Yes its true
The best things in life are free
Not material
Chemical or physically
Try it for yourself
Youll get a guaranteed high
From spiritual love, natural miracle drug
Some people crave for physical love
Some people crave material love
Yet fewer crave for spiritual love
Youve got a chemical jones
Youve got a chemical love
Youve got a chemical love
For a chemical drug
Some people crave for physical love
Some people crave material love
Yet fewer crave for spiritual love
You need a spiritual jones
For that spiritual love
Im talking to you
We all could do with spiritual jones
For some spiritual love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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When I First Saw You
When I first,
Saw you...
I thought my heart would stop,
Beating!
I felt my legs trimble,
As if they would drop...
From beneath me,
Easily.
When I first,
Saw you.
And when I first saw you...
My breath from me would seem to leave!
And I could not breathe,
So freely
When then at first,
I saw you.
Why in my mind...
Do I always find,
Seeing you is a need...
Fed by constant wishes,
Feeding with a crave...
To have you near me.
Amazed I feel just steps away.
Why in my mind...
Do I always find,
Seeing you is a need...
Fed by constant wishes,
Feeding with a crave...
To have you near me.
With a kiss left to reminisce,
In a hunger missed.
When I first,
Saw you...
I thought my heart would stop,
Beating!
I felt my legs trimble,
As if they would drop...
From beneath me,
Easily.
When I first,
Saw you.
And amazed I am,
To feel just steps away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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1974
We were young,
And none of us know quite what to say,
But the feeling moved
Among us in silence anyway.
Slowly we had made
Quite a change--
Somewhere we had crossed a big line.
Down upon our knees,
We had tasted holy wine,
And no one could sway us
In a life time.
Purer than the sky,
Behind the rain.
Falling down all around us,
Calling out from a boundless love.
Love had lit a fire;
We were the flame.
Burning into the darkness,
Shining out from inside us.
Not a word.
And no one had to say we were changed.
Nothing else we lived through
Would ever be same the same,
Knowing the truth
That we had gained.
Purer than the sky,
Behind the rain.
Falling down all around us,
Calling out from a boundless love.
Love had lit a fire;
We were the flame.
Burning into the darkness,
Shining out from inside us.
Stay with me.
Make it ever new,
So time will not undo,
As the years go by,
How I need to see
Thats still me.
Falling down all around us,
Calling out from a boundless love.
Yeah....
Burning into the darkness,
Shining out from inside us.
Purer than the sky,
Behind the rain.
Falling down all around us,
Calling out from a boundless love.
Love has lit a fire;
I am the flame.
Burning into the darkness,
Shining out from inside us.
Purer than the sky,
Behind the rain.
Falling down all around us,
Calling out from a boundless love. (ohh....)
Love has lit a fire;
I am the flame.
Burning into the darkness,
Shining out from inside us.
Purer than the sky,
Behind the rain.
Falling down all around us,
Calling out from a boundless love.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Occupied By Similar and Limited Visions
A sold soul,
Has an inability to self reflect.
Everything they are told,
Is with ears set...
On an idealistic perfectness.
Although they are constantly trying,
To achieve a correctness...
They believe to themselves,
That has already been identified...
But can not be to over stressed.
By the credentials they have been awarded.
And achieved by feeding,
A confirmed definition of success.
And compared to others,
Who are occupied by similar and limited visions...
To assess mindsets equally possessed.
A sense of false happiness has been achieved...
With a certification shown that has them obsessed,
In those social circles...
Where titles and name dropping,
Are emphasized topics to be loudly addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've All Been Greedy
Those peaceful nights for some have passed.
Those feeling safe...
In sheltered communities behind closed gates.
Are awakening.
But not to Robins singing.
To peer from behind French customed made doors.
Swinging out onto the patio.
Overlooking acres upon acres upon more acres,
Of freshly cut grass.
These awareness days have come upon us fast.
Who would believe such a quick erasing,
Of a way of life....
Would come to pass.
And leave those embittered with much grief,
With streaks of torment on twisted faces.
Disgraced and now nervously pacing.
In wait.
But for what?
When the 'why' of it has arrived too late!
We've been greedy.
See what gluttony does when it can't be overcomed.
We've been greedy,
And feeding on our selfishness.
While ripping the hearts out of those to sustain it.
Doing everything to gain more and maintain it.
We've been greedy!
And..
The stinging of the realness,
Persists.
And can not be contained.
Acts of civil madness...
Spreads fast!
Thousands go out of their minds.
Many more are trapped!
Something in their minds have snapped.
Only those exposed to fantasies,
Are observed doing that.
And a waste of explanation can not bring them back!
Their self delusions have attacked.
Leaving us all affected by that 'fat'!
Yes fat!
Undisciplined rascists...
Tearing each other apart,
While laying lazily on our backs...
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Yes...
Greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger,
But never better than the rest.
Greedy!
Yes...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger
But never better than the rest.
Just so greedy!
Yes...
And bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Yes...
And,
Greedy!
Yes!
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
A sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've
ALL
Been
Greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
Yes...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
Sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life As It Is
Some ball themselves up into knots,
When confronted with nonstopping disbeliefs.
Regrets overwhelming become unbearable.
And they rather do their secret weeping,
Alone.
Others not so shocked can not stop,
And have to get up and leave...
That which comes to try to block,
To places they go temporarily to relieve...
That which has grown too familiar to keep,
Dragging them of sorrows with unpromised tomorrows.
Everything they've got to stop a knocking,
Of a world they prefer.
With visits for tears to drip...
Is not not on their priority list.
And find they do that they can let go,
To what they can't hold onto to control.
Because they have a life to live.
The way that it is.
And for them this is not mysterious.
Because they have a life as it is to live,
And it has never been for them a blueprint...
To analyze without a living of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Protecting Of Senseless Images
And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
People are more connected,
To the making of impressions.
With a protecting of senseless images...
Publicly displayed,
While they charade impeccably dressed.
People seem too afraid,
To address what affects their well being.
And with a tolerance that is accepted,
Permit a poisoning of their minds...
To ignore both rhyme and reason.
Even if the effects with an approved neglect,
Brings them to choose either correctness or death.
Death wins!
Because people are more connected,
To an addiction of making impressions.
And in death...
Those who mourn will comment on how one looks,
Dressed impeccably in a 'box' to be dropped six feet under.
And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
In disbelief...
As to what people choose to grieve and prioritize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Crave
I crave
For the sun
I crave for sun fresh air
To help me breath
I crave for hamburger
And french fries
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Politely Ignored Sensitive Issues
topics dangerous not boring
topics taboo change with time
topics modern 9/11 heated
topics old simmer fade off agenda
or erupt renew in hybrid forms
opinions are often cheque banked on
thus once also was the issue of slavery
some gained wealth through the chains
brutality inflicted upon unfortunate others
most politely ignored a sensitive issue
safety sitting upon their neutral fence
while a few enlightened minds risked
all in dreams of freedom
believing slavery to be wrong
prepared to pay freedom
financial blood or life cost.
The issues change faces
the risks still impale
victim sacrificed flesh.
Such is life
gross indifferent preach
without empathy
while sitting upon
neutrality fence
without a care.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mamabor
This road is not always taken on by the wise,
Because it leads to the house of the fools!
And i crave to meet you my love oh Mamabor.
I crave for your care and peace,
i crave for your love and kindness,
I crave for your voice and the songs of love!
For you are Mamabor and you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Henpecked
the usual long walks
in the morning
that's what's good for
my body
passing through pathways
watching newly opened doors
and clean yards stretching
where hen-pecked husbands are
feeding the chickens
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Far Too Many Numbers They Rise (In Answer To Maya Angelou)
There are many facts in history
of people both ignorant and wise;
at times I look with incredulity
at how people multiply to rise
having as many children as they can do,
with diarrhoea, living in gloom,
with blown up bellies where food run through,
living in the very red-brown dirt in doom
without a look of hope in their eyes
where president-for-life dictators govern
with an iron rod, not hearing weakened cries,
while for civilization, for food they yearn;
where platinum, gold and copper mines
are sold to the Chinese, are from the country apart,
while parts of Africa goes into total decline
and to make a living is extremely hard.
Does this poem of mine offend you?
Unfortunately I do not deal in lies,
unfortunately these facts are very true
and to some people it’s no surprise
as AIDS, poverty, pestilence runs as a black tide
that comes in unstoppable waves of pain
from which very few of the poorest people can hide,
as far too many deaths happen again and again
and from this destruction very few get clear
while for something better they constantly crave
as their daily lives are always lived in fear,
as far too many go to a very early grave.
Still people multiply to rise under blue harsh skies
in far too many numbers, to never be free,
from lives that many of them do despise,
from lives lived in constant poverty.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In Pursuit Of a Developed Happiness
If you were a gift given to me,
Pefect.
The unwrapping of it would not satisfy.
The curiousity would diminish.
And quick I would dismiss it.
Opposites attract!
And I believe this.
If everything I thought or felt,
You knew in advance.
What would be left to enhance?
What chances would we then take...
To enjoy a romance undertaken?
I love the discovery of the unknown.
The mystery of living...
Each step reveals,
Yet to be shown.
To appreciate,
What we together come to make.
Is better than to already know...
We have no need to grow!
Or explore the excitement...
To come to gratify our expectations.
They would be already known.
And that is not the life...
I would choose to live!
Would you?
If there was no giving or taking,
Either of us would have to do.
Or agreed upon after we've argued...
In pursuit of a developed happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disconnections
No one will treat me anyway that they wish...
With beliefs I have become addicted,
To their nonsense overblown with foolishness shown.
And get away with it to petty my feelings of a relationship.
No!
I did not grow to flow in those directions.
I don't crave the feeding of those disconnections.
If I have not given reason,
For anyone to suspect I have been neglectful...
To then give them purpose to disrespect me?
Something in my mind erases their appearance in it.
Immediately!
With a moving forward that I do knowing time is precious.
And to leave behind the denseness of a mindlessness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diplomacy
Why is it that you...
And others with your point of view,
Believe it is perfectly okay...
To re-appear as you please,
In the lives of those you have dismissed...
As being too direct with their candid honesty,
While making it an additional excuse for you...
To perceive the spoken truth as evil!
What makes you believe,
You and your unresolved issues...
Are sweetened treats,
You will tease others...
By keeping your headaches away.
Today...
People are living with a higher expectation,
To spend their time with others...
In the search for a higher consciousness.
You can decide to go in and out of hiding,
To protect your immature sensitivities...
For the rest of your life!
You can decide that priding your stubbornness,
Excites others into a frenzied curiousity...
To begin to question your whereabouts.
I wish to leave you with this comment made,
Your desire to keep revisiting a mental debilitating outlook...
Is on you!
And is a view only you and others delighting it explore.
But those who are seeking to open closed doors...
And remove locks from their uptight minds,
Are not trying to find ways to move around in darkness.
Many people today,
Are seeking to remove clouds from their visions.
And you apparently...
Will never see the importance to prioritize,
The connecting of those dots!
And yes,
You have taught me a lot...
About diplomacy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outrageous Demands
It continues to amaze,
How those voices that raise.
Their outrageous demands,
Are given a patient ear.
With subsidies thrown to them,
That are sought ways to find uses.
Eventually.
While others that are seen,
With obvious needs.
Are forced to certify their qualifications,
That depict as if.
Their status of being hungry and homeless,
Are legitimate reasons to declare themselves.
Among the ones needy.
Since appearances are not quite enough to verify.
Especially.
When any subsidies given to them,
Are being limited and still questioned.
By those feeding themselves on abundance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Crave For Success
I dream the future without the past
Of when my success will be a blast
Intent of heart, I see the best
Hope for the future, with God I rest.
I crave for success, I hope for hope
God start the process, I crave to cope.
I see a flash, a flash of hope
I'm up the mountain, nomore the slope
Lord take me higher, Lord take me up
Mobilize the process, and do not stop.
I crave for success, I hope for hope
God start the process, I crave to cope.
Night and day, I hope in silence
The possibility of a future so dense
If I persevere, and continue hoping
Then my future will cease from joking.
I crave for success, I hope for hope
God start the process, I crave to cope.
poem by Vyktor Ekott
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Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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