To Excite One to Boast
Each day comes...
With a renewed freshness.
Nothing arriving with dawn,
Is linked to a hopelessness...
One adopts or carries on.
Especially if this
Is something to escape from.
And nothing one misses,
To sit and reminisce...
Or whistle in song!
Unless it is wished,
To support a new beginning...
Coming and admitted.
Although stunting a growth,
These actions bestow.
Leaving very little,
To excite one to boast!
Some stop to argue this.
As if there is pleasure sought...
In seeking a happiness
With a welcomed and visited shallowness.
Unsuitable to live in the moment they are.
No matter who attempts,
To hold onto what is gone for long!
Never to come back...
Whether right or wrong!
Or in debates prolonged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking Away From That Which Limits
Every new beginning,
Proves to advantage with benefits.
And those letting go of that which is old,
Do it to not reminisce what is missed...
But to welcome a freshness,
Never before visited.
With steps to take...
Breaking away from that which limits.
Memories experienced,
Will always be there to unwind at times.
It is difficult to escape from that which took place.
But change we do as seasons come to go.
To hesitate and not embrace change,
Is not the purpose of one's life to live...
Perceiving it is possible,
One can prevent what is meant to grow!
Every new beginning,
Proves to advantage with benefits.
As a freshness is welcomed,
To have never before visited.
And with a breaking away from that which limits.
On the horizon the Sun rises.
And on the horizon the Sun sets.
No one should be living a life in between,
Welcoming discouragement.
Or living not to let go of regrets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focused Upon The Wax
An entertained mind seeking to get it easy...
And with a breeze,
Can not be expected to think of life...
As a blessing to accept.
And...
To be taken seriously.
Only when a candle begins to flicker,
Does the wax with the wick burning in it...
Become regarded as important.
But...
In the beginning,
When the freshness of the glow...
Seems to bestow imaginations that go on forever,
Who remains focused upon the wax and its melting?
Not too many.
Just the light and all that sparkles,
With an identifying meaning...
Is wished to linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Trinkets
Sitting in a nest of fulfilled wishes...
That's what I see for you!
Surrounded by all your hopes and dreams...
Each one for you has come true!
And all I can do is witness with a smile,
As you welcome your blessings...
Finally arriving after a long while!
But time now does not matter...
Since the moment belongs to you!
You deserve all this happiness wished.
And much more is being delivered...
These are just 'trinkets' of what you are due!
The Almighty is not through...
Bestowing more gifts and treasures upon you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Process of Mentality Divine
We are within a mind of a process.
One layered within levels of superiority.
And we will be visited,
By those of a greater intelligence.
As our own expectations expand...
Advancing towards a higher consciousness.
One arriving upon the land.
Those unbelieving this,
Have already experienced mental enslavement.
And the dawn that comes,
To awaken those who witness it...
May not have all observing 'the coming'.
Since many will be seeking documentation,
For authenticity.
And this is a process of mentality divine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today No Comprehension Comes
My tomorrow,
Will come to me to exist.
And will become your yesterday...
I have already visited.
Today no comprehension comes.
The 'now' that should be lived...
Isn't done by everyone.
Some choose to sit,
And reminisce the past.
With hopes to grasp from time gone...
Something that will last,
To hold onto forever.
And forever is a myth.
Like wishing to breathe life...
Into that which has moved on!
But my tomorrow,
Will come to me to exist.
And will become your yesterday...
I have already visited.
That's why you think of me as a drifter.
And I must admit...
It would be useless to argue,
With you.
Since your point of view,
Is one I have left behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mastery Of Familiarity
it is a matter of
familiarity
the caresses of the
hands of time always
give us the mastery of
what we take and give away
the windows let the winds
come and go
without so much
hassle
at first the stairs are
adamant about the steps that
come up and much often go down
and never make the footfalls
stay
it is a matter of use and disuse
you master the common art of abuse
the sense of coming and going
of arriving and leaving becomes
a way of life and so where is
sorrow? the sound of sighs?
at the train station
there are no more sad stories
about the coming of the train &
about its synchronized leaving
these are daily occurrences
anyway
and there is nothing
significant about them anymore
in the house where we live
we do not talk about these matters
as they have become so repetitive
and hence so boring....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is Clear You Are Not Pleased
The moment you let go,
Of what you believe is discreet.
With a keeping to yourself,
Secrets you wished not to be leaked.
You will discover others...
Who once sought to stay unexposed,
Lonely and undercover.
And for what reason?
To obviously treat yourself with treason?
Or become the last...
To pretend you live a life of happiness,
When your sad approach to living,
Is based on beliefs long passed.
The moment you let go,
Of what you believe is discreet.
With a keeping to yourself,
Secrets you wished not to be leaked.
You will discover others...
Who once sought to stay unexposed,
Lonely and undercover.
And for what reason?
It is clear you are not pleased.
With yourself...
Or anyone else who now accepts a life of ease.
You know...
Tension and uptightness free?
Maybe this is what you don't know that shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Come The World Wont Stop
Hmmm
Somebody told me
You were not coming home
The words are spinnin in time
And the air suddenly went cold
The sun is still shining
But everything feels like rain, oh
And if I had one wish
It would be to see you again
Nothings fair
When we loose
Without a moment to say goodbye
How come the world wont stop spinning
Now that youre gone (now that youre gone)
I know every end has beginnings
But this ones all wrong (this ones all wrong)
So wrong, so wrong
Caught in the middle
Wrong place, wrong time
And Im hopelessly missing you
And I cant stop deny
Nothings fair anymore
And I know theres a better place
And Ill never stop dreaming of you
Ooooh
How come the world wont stop spinning
(now that youre gone) now that youre gone
I know every end has beginnings
But this ones all wrong (this ones all wrong)
So wrong, so wrong
How can the seasons keep changing
Since you disappeared
Oh yeah
(tell me) how come the world wont stop
How come the world wont stop
Sweet tears are shed
This pain we lay to rest
Its hard lettin go
But I keep movin on
In a place I dont belong
How come the world (stop spinning)
Said now that youre gone
I know every end has beginning
Said this ones all wrong
Said this ones all wrong
(how can the seasons) keep changing
Since you disappeared
Oh, youre gone
Youre gone
How come the world wont stop
How come the world wont stop
How come the world wont stop spinning
Now that youre gone
Yeah heya
I know every end has beginning
But this ones all wrong
So wrong
song performed by by Anastacia
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.
When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.
If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!
And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Gotta Stop
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Baby youve been lying to me now Im onto you
Its the same old song but it doesnt ring true
Thats right youre wrong again
Time to change and put you on your own again
Youve had your way too long
Time for me to be moving on
You gotta stop, youre wrong again
Stop ... that song again
Youve been steppin out wild and fancy free
Now youve had your fun and youre running back to me
It just cant be if theres no harmony
Then stop!
Thats all lets break it up
Youve had me fooled now Im wakin up
I see right through your lies
You made me open my eyes
You gotta stop, youre wrong again
Stop ... that song again
Its too late now Ive made up my mind
Being here with you is just a waste of time
Nothing to say so Ill be on my way
Stop!
You gotta stop, youre wrong again
Stop ... that song again
Its too late now Ive made up my mind
Being here with you is just a waste of time
It just cant be if theres no harmony
Then stop! stop! youre wrong again
Stop that song again
Stop! youre wrong again
You gotta stop that song again
Stop!
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Getting Up and Leaving
Getting up and leaving,
Just before the dawn.
And after making love,
With a doing made that's gone.
Instills suspiciousness,
With the one feels dismissed.
And wronged.
All day long.
Those who please with teases,
Just to feed their needs.
Can never be believed.
With their doings that deceive.
But they seem to be first,
To suffer from the hurt.
Felt deep.
And they weep!
Getting up and leaving,
Just before the dawn.
And after making love,
With a doing made that's gone.
Instills suspiciousness,
With the one who feels dismissed.
And wronged.
All day long.
Getting up and leaving,
Just before the dawn.
Is wrong.
Is wrong.
Getting up and leaving,
Just before the dawn.
Is wrong.
Is wrong.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forget About The Use Of Alcohol
It would be great,
If those giving their biased opinions...
Behind the scenes,
Come forward!
And publicly make it known,
That what they expose...
Is merely a facade to show.
What is unbiased as expressed,
Does not reflect their deeds.
Has anyone noticed,
Something conflicting about this?
What other explanation would they have,
For the devastation that has occurred?
It is everywhere!
Are those affected...
The only ones that see it?
And taxes collected and spent,
Are used for...?
Oh,
That's right.
Protecting standards and values.
And a way of life!
Someone amongst them...
Had to have had prior knowledge,
Of a crumbling beginning.
Hunger and homelessness...
Have not been choices made.
Forget about the use of alcohol.
Who hasn't attempted to blame that,
As a means to excuse their actions!
Many have wined and dined too long...
On grandeur and condo decor.
Now they are whining to discover to find...
In prolonged debates,
Their decisions made were wrong.
Now with a blaming done to one another...
As to who should be accountable,
For enforcing upon them delusions...
That have been much too strong!
And...
Irresponsible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wish i wish i wish
I wish I wish I wish
No I take that back.
I don’t wish I cannot wish
My wishes come true
I wished for love
My lover wished for someone else
I wished for forever
didn’t expect to be alone
I wished for three,
got two, lost two, its still me
I wished for happiness
My happiness found its own happiness
I wished to be alone,
here I am
I wish I wish I wish
No I take that back I don’t wish
My wishes come true.
poem by Chizzle Fortune
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Where Did I Go Right?
I'm always too late
I see the train leaving
I'm always laughing
When it's not cool to smile
I'm always aiming
But somehow keep missing
So how did you get here
Something is wrong
[CHORUS:]
Where did I go right
How did I get you
How come all this blue sky is around me
And you found me
Where did I go right
How did I get you
I don't know how I did
But somehow now I do
I'm always driving
Forget where I'm going
Should have turned left
But I was singing some song
And I, I am arriving
As everyone's leaving
But there you are waiting
Something is wrong
[CHORUS]
Makes no sense to me
No it isn't clear
But somehow you're standing here
Something gets to me
It's that nothing is wrong
[CHORUS 2X]
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Its All Coming Back To Me Now
There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever
I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I cant remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made
But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That its all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
Its so hard to believe but
Its all coming back to me
(its all coming back, its all coming back to me now)
There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things Id never do again
But then theyd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby baby
If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But its all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But its all coming back to me
Its so hard to resist
And its all coming back to me
I can barely recall
But its all coming back to me now
But its all coming back
There were those empty threats and hollow lies
And whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse
And so much deeper
There were hours that just went on for days
When alone at last wed count up all the chances
That were lost to us forever
But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then
But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But its all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But its all coming back to me
(its all coming back, its all coming back to me now)
There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things wed never do again
But then theyd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow
Baby, baby, baby
When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But its all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But its all coming back to me now
If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And its all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
Al coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall but its all coming back to me now
(its all coming back to me now)
And when you kiss me like this
(its all coming back to me now)
And when I touch you like that
(its all coming back to me now)
If you do it like this
(its all coming back to me now)
And if we...
song performed by by Celine Dion
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Fresh Distractions Can Not Do That
Am I satisfied with fresh distractions?
The season of pleasure seems to have ceased...
A weakness to satisfy quick attractions.
The relevance?
Has left no importance to reminisce.
Dismissing this I can say I do not miss.
I can resist this hold upon my ego.
And the strength of simplistic wants...
No longer taunts me with a needing.
A complacency has arrived!
And has come to feed a peace of mind,
I control with all its comforts.
A shallowness is left behind.
I find a pace to keep a rat race fading.
Am I satisfied with fresh distractions?
To collect and say they are mine?
To prove they are there...
Just to ignore.
To become bored with desires,
Searching for more.
Why should I repeat defeats I've conquered?
What for do I wish to fulfill my life,
With 'things' to dismiss?
'Things' that provide no lasting happiness.
Yet on display just to say I too can play...
Games to delay and stunt my purpose.
Not in these times...
When I am finding a freedom,
That has lightened a load on my back!
I am with renewed vision,
I will not allow to retract.
Fresh distractions can not do that!
They come to trap, saddle and burden.
I no longer wish to pay that price...
To appear as if that kind of life,
For me pleases!
I'd rather hear others say I have nothing...
Than to give up 'everything'
A nothingness to them means!
I have an abundance that can not be seen.
I did not know that...
Until I came out of darkness,
To behold the worth of my total experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Fear Poem) A Bottle Washes Upon The Shore
A valid reason to run away is not to escape but to face it in a better day.
As time tics by and we sit and wonder why.
As if sky will never stop falling.
As the chicken even continues run without a head.
The fear of many things motivate especially death.
But when the fear is gone what is left?
What could ever be the reason in leaving that which is most loved behind?
A letter in bottle floats upon the bubbling sea.
Eventually it comes ashore to be open up and read,
But is it the same?
Even being ones own words.
Still it isn't the same as a coming face to face with many thoughts and sentiments embraced.
Like a one sided conversation where one can never argue or say your wrong.
Why because you are already gone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Expatriated! With a Wish to Ease Into This Leisurely
Expatriated!
From continued thoughts of conflicting loyalties.
Feeling a need to escape from trivia.
And unchanged steadfast philosophies.
Fixed in frozen mindsets.
To fizzle correctness and burn sensibiliities.
Paraded by those who refuse to 'see' reality!
Or make attempts to move in that direction.
There is a growing need within me to release,
From nonstop debates that take place to feed...
On those who sacrifice to push forward from devisiveness.
With a discipline to keep my vision on that which pleases me!
A life to live...
Acknowledging my happiness.
With a wish to ease into it leisurely.
I believe in a deserved peace one recognizes and keeps.
Free from turmoil that brews,
As if this is what one should harvest...
With expectations for gloom to reap.
My deeds planted were for joy to bloom.
Not to excite to see weeds grow!
Nor to give them room in my mind to breed.
No!
I've learned to discriminate,
Between self inflicted ignorance...
And participating in repeated stupidity.
Lessons at first learned with difficulty.
But learned I did!
With an acceptance of isolating maturity.
A life to live acknowledging my happiness.
With a wish to ease into it leisurely...
Is as basic as I desire to get.
With no convincing what it is that pleases me.
Expatriated!
With a wish to ease into this leisurely.
That's it.
Requiring no BA, MA, BS or PhD degree!
This is the peace I seek for me.
And free of declaration...
Of who it is I 'should' or 'should not' be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gonna Get Back Home Somehow
(words & music by doc pomus - mort shuman)
Hear that old train whistle
Howling in the night
If that flyers southbound
Everything will be all right
Im leaving now, leaving now, leaving now,
Im gonna get back home somehow
Dont nobody tell me
Babys been untrue
If shes been unfaithful
I dont know what Ill do
Im leaving now, leaving now, leaving now
Im gonna get back home somehow
Never thought that I could miss her so
I never thought I could , now I know
The sound of the old train whistle
Makes me want to cry
Reminds me of that lonely feeling
When I said goodbye
Im leaving now, leaving now, leaving now
Im gonna get back home somehow
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Back Seat Of My Car
Speed along the highway, honey I want it my way
But listen to her daddys song, dont stay out to long
Were just busy hidin, sitting the back seat of my car
The lazy lights are pretty, we end up in mexico city
But listen to her daddys song, makin love is wrong
Were just busy ridin, sitting the back seat of my car
Oh we was only busy hidin, sitting the back seat of my car
And when weve finshed drivin we can say we were late in arriving
And listen to her daddys song, we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
We can make it to mexico city, sittin in the backseat of my car
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
No no no no
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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