To Lounge On A Couch
Roll to bowl pins blocking to push over.
And sold to clear brush to make a path,
Of obstacles that seem not to end.
With an attempt is all that is needed.
And with a desire that comes with a movement done,
To implement the beginning of a clearing by one.
Sitting back to discuss strategies,
As many choose with a doing...
To expedite their procrastinations,
Is as common as those who propose...
Plans and ideas as to what others should do,
While munching on snacks to lounge on a couch.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith I Don't Question
How can I 'see' some things and you don't?
That's a good question.
One I can not explain.
When I see a clear path,
I walk on it.
There may be some obstacles.
I face them and move on.
You,
I hear rustling through the brush,
Cussing at the leaves falling from trees.
And criticizing the insects,
And other animals in their natural habitat.
I hear you struggling over aches and pains.
You inflicted them.
On that route you insist you must maintain.
When I see a clear path,
I walk on it.
There may be some obstacles.
I face them and move on.
How can I 'see' some things and you don't?
That's a good question.
One I can not explain.
I make sure the path I'm on,
Has some direction.
And I stay on it with faith,
I don't question.
I just 'do' and let God be my guide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Push
I've felt the tap
On my shoulder
I've turned around
And grown older
I feel it burning
On the horizon
The orange glow
I've never known
Push
I've been left here out in the cold
It's nothing different a story of old
A thin line push in close
A thin line no one knows
Push
See it down
Push
See it drown
How'd I get here
What have I sold
I can feel it within
I can feel it begin
It's hard down here
With just an idea
That's never clear
Push
I need something to bring it down
I need something to hold it down
It's hard
Down here
With just an idea
That's never clear
Never told me
What you wanted
Only sold me
What you needed to
I need something to bring it down
I need something to call my own
The thin line
Push in close
A thin line
No one knows
I need something to bring it down
I need something to hold it down
song performed by by Ultraspank
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Procrastinations Created to Make An Erasing
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
People like this are easily offended.
Believing their disrespect for others,
Should be condoned.
People like this,
Anticipate being appreciated!
For making mediocrity enforced upon others.
With a downgrading of their expectations.
And communicating that,
To entrap as this is shown!
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
And as incredible as this may be...
People extend to them patience,
With comprehension.
Instead of giving them a boot to the curb!
Asked for and deserved!
A lack of discipline should never be rewarded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Witness To This Doing
Tell them what you want.
Express this as a wish.
Tell them the obstacles on your path...
You want removed.
You choose them not to exist.
Tell your spirit guides,
Your desires.
And they will abide.
They are near you and want to hear you say...
You want your life lived in a better way.
They will obey.
If you believe and trust in them,
To clear your path!
Just ask.
And become a witness to this doing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If That's the Path You Are Waiting to Have Cleared
Why have you chosen to climb over those boulders?
And walk your way through the forest,
Instead of following along a trail that has been paved? !
'I chose this as 'my' path!
I wanted to experience...
Those obstacles at my own expense.
To learn and observe as much as I could see.
Without taking it for granted,
I could take advantage of an easier way for me.
And I have no regrets.
How about you? '
I've been waiting now for awhile.
They have discovered an enormous amount of debris,
On my path.
Are you coming 'back' from distances?
Or are you moving along on a journey?
'Well...
I am moving forward,
Hopefully.
There was once a clear path.
I saw some folks on it.
If that's the path you are waiting to have cleared...
To visit or stay...
Or fellowship near.
Best wishes, my 'brutha'.
You got a long wait!
Back there...
Folks like to stay in debate,
As to who should do what...
To get things done!
You should go.
You'll be welcomed and caught up in it,
Before you know it!
That's why I long decided to do my own 'thing'!
Stopping to discuss what action to take...
Is not on my agenda!
Go! Or wait...
Or whatever it is you do!
They will love you!
And they will not believe,
Just how naïve you are! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Call to Drip
I want to please.
I don't want you on your knees,
To beg!
For more?
For what?
Don't think of it!
I get no rest,
Wanting to deliver for you,
My best!
And that is all I will give.
For as long as I live.
That you will get!
I don't mind the sweat,
That comes with it!
I want to please.
Allow me to explore,
The ways to do that...
Better than before.
No thirsting you will do,
When from me it pours.
Or teases to get you started.
I want to please.
'That'
Is in my blood.
On call to drip,
If needed.
Or there in a quietness sitting,
In a marinating done.
Selected to choose you to soothe.
I want to please.
I want to see you gratified,
After satisfying your tastes!
I want to please.
Not haste...
And waste,
To expedite your wish to leave.
I want to please.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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1. One
I am trying to find my poetic rhythm.
Pen my flow of thoughts.
Words running through my mind,
Ideas running through my mind.
Incoherent, Scattered and disjointed
I am trying to make words and ideas one
Create a world of words, in this world of chaos
Words running from one end
Ideas running from one end
On a path of collision
Ideas and words unite, one
One, the beginning
One, the universal beginning
One, the number of the gods
One, my first poem
poem by Anand Dixit
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Follow the Path of Awareness
Follow the path to awareness.
You will notice it is not paved!
It is not aligned with floral scents.
It may have threatening obstacles on it.
But...
Follow the path of awareness.
Let those go who choose to skip,
And frolic along with inducements.
Nothing will change the minds,
Of those who wish to find roses...
They did not grow.
Or suffer through their planting.
No one does this,
For something that they've done...
To be easily picked.
It's just common sense.
And so many live without any of it!
Follow the path of awareness.
And you will see...
How all of the pieces fit together!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concept
Do I need power
In spreading my ideas
And what is the definition of power
Coercion
Deceit
Brute power
This all leads to degeneration
Spread the ideas
With the power of love
Make a new path
Let the common intelligence
Rise and say
What is true and what is wrong
Let the people be free
To collectively and individually
Decide
Their present
Define their past
And set goals
For their future
What is then my contribution
To make a paradise of ideas
For achieving the goals
Whom I am addressing
Who is my audience
Where should I preach love
And who should lead every one towards the path
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Munching On Snacks
One wanting with desire,
But lacking to apply discipline.
To ignite the blazing of a constant flame,
Mornings, noons and those sacrificed nights...
Is to tease desire with the hopes,
That a munching on snacks...
Will aim success on the right track.
And those expectations will be delivered,
With the licking on the tips of each finger.
To then take a nap to awaken and unwrapped,
Those dreams to be fulfilled and delivered...
Just like that.
With a leaving of a thrill,
Without a dropp of sweat attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Times Roll
Let the good times roll
Let them knock you around
Let the good times roll
Let them make you a clown
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Let the stories be told
They can say what they want
Let the photos be old
Let them show what they want
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll-oll
Wont you let the good times roll
Good times roll
If the illusion is real
Let them give you a ride
If they got thunder appeal
Let them be on your side
Let them leave you up in the air
Let them brush your rock and roll hair
Let the good times roll
Wont you let the good times roll-oll
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Wont you let the good times roll
Well let the good times roll
Let =91em roll (good times roll)
Let the good times roll
Oo let the good times roll
Oo let the good times roll
Let =91em roll (good times roll)
Well, let the good times roll
(let the good times roll)
Well let the good times roll
Good times roll
(let the good times roll)
Let the good times roll
Let =91em roll
song performed by by Cars
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Back Down To Earth
(carly simon)
We jumped into a river on the moon
But the water was too cold
We tried to buy the morning star
But it was already sold
I wanted to make it big with you
But my plans must have been to bold too
And its back down to earth again
Back in my car and gone
Back on the road
Back on the road alone
You were my summer angel
Youre eyes how they shone
Just last night we were talking about
How much our love had grown
I wanted to prove how good it could be
But my plans will have to be postponed
cause its back down to earth again
Back in my car and gone
Back on the road
Back on the road alone
song performed by by Carly Simon
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First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination.
quote by Napoleon Hill
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By The 'Old You' The New You Knew
There is no special wand
To hand out and wave...
To dissolve obstacles
Blocking your way.
You may not like it...
But the path you're strolling on
Is the path 'you' pave...
Constantly raving about what's being done!
How much of it did you do?
How much was labor?
How much of it fun?
Or is that just as much of a mystery,
As your interests in your neighbors' business?
Leaving yours mismanaged as you manage theirs!
I wouldn't rely on anyone,
To help you figure 'you' out!
And that's not going to happen...
Not as long as you are spending time
Trying to trace your place,
In someone else's footsteps!
Better than they've done themselves.
Do something different!
Run away from yourself.
Forget being followed!
Allow yourself to discover new surroundings!
Don't look back...
Fast is this magic track that attracts!
You'll catch up in time.
And by then...
You might find your mind has broaden!
Enough not to wait to be pursued...
By the 'old you' the new you knew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Food Anymey
Snacks is
Not food...
But...
you...
Eat food
Some of snacks...
Helthy good...
Take food
At snacks leval
Avoid snacks
With any time...
Snacks is your
Anymey of food...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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With Faith To Face Unknown Obstacles
Coached to approach one's life,
Without the feeling of intimidation...
Is more than a task to ask,
To be done to do by anyone...
With no one there clearing a path,
For that one who takes risks...
With faith to face unknown obstacles,
Every step of the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brother Trucker
Breaker number nine big buddy
Put your ears on me now
This trucker got to have a big lie tonight
Come on sucker
Come back brother trucker
I keep seeing double
Unless I close one eye
And Ive got to roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Sure enough a shame bout the shape Im in
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Someone to love the truck driving man
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Im a driving fool
I make my own rules
One part man and one part mule
One part fossil fuel
I got the heart of steel
I pull eighteen wheels
Mister nine to five in his coup de ville
No, never know how it feels
To really roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Holding my own just the best as I can
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Outward bound from south bend
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Moon over new jersey
Big state police
Well, Im in a hurry
Could you let me go in peace
Im an independent
I dont make no teamster dough
cause the a.f.l. and the c.i.o.
Still dont own the road
And the only man telling me where to go
Is the man who owns my load
And he says roll, roll, roll brother trucker
I say where and you say when
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Get back on your wheels again
Turn the goddamn thing around and do it again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Fat bucket, Im back on my wheels again
song performed by by James Taylor
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For Those Who Seek Comfort
Now that the race has been won...
You can move forward with your agenda.
And those plans you are ready to implement.
'Oh...
That's right! '
You 'are' ready to implement those plans?
'Uh, yeah.
As soon as we can figure out what they are,
We are certain to come up with something.'
But you won a race,
On the basis you are prepared to move forward.
'Uh...
Yeah.
Gee!
Well...
We'll have to go backward first,
To see if moving forward is in the best interest...
For those who seek comfort,
In a past that no longer exists.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Half-Time For Snacks
I am often amused
By those who believe
Creative people are weak.
I never thought that myself.
Since I knew too many geniuses...
Nearly living in the streets.
To pursue their way of life.
They weren't the ones,
Having coffee and buns.
And waiting to take an hour lunch break...
To come back to a desk,
To finish something that never gets done.
Or have cash on hand,
From a job where they are incompetent.
Everyone I knew who created...
Were and still are masters,
Of their gifts and talents.
And I know of very few...
Who take from nothing,
To make something like they do!
While so many take creativity for granted.
With nothing in their lives to pursue...
But a happy hour after work.
To discuss who they wish to screw...
Before going home to smoke pot,
Or booze to annoy someone
Who listens to them sing the blues.
And all of those who do create...
Are somewhere applying their craft.
24/7!
With no half-time for snacks!
Or...
Spending most of their lives,
Complaining!
Laying to lounge or sleep on their backs.
With a remote in hand,
Surfing through their televised adventures.
To boast about...
At their next 'business' meeting.
How creative?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Not a Motel
The moment you said to me,
You needed more time to find yourself...
I didn't expect to see you back here so soon.
That's why I cleaned out your room.
And sold some things!
The rest,
As you can see...
I threw away.
Oh...
I'm sorry!
I don't mean to be rude.
This is my new lover.
And we are blessed,
Not to have a problem...
Knowing exactly where we are.
You're welcomed to come in...
If you would like to.
'Wow.
I didn't think you would change like this.
So quickly.'
Hey...
What can I say?
If you needed more than twenty four hours...
You should have called.
This is not a motel,
Where you can come as you choose to be serviced.
You needed time to find yourself?
I hope you were successful?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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