Too Bad We Can Not Cease Our Addictions
Under steeples in pews praying,
Are the people of faith deep in their wishes...
With eyes closed tightly,
As the preacher peeks silently...
While cobwebs drop,
Slowly,
From ceilings high.
Some are seen uneasy freeing inhabitions.
As symbols are squeezed,
Or ritually brought to lips to kiss.
With the hope these actions,
Protects them from superstitions.
While many minds are on sipping liquor.
With a mixing of that scotch on the rocks...
To guzzle as if punch or soda pop!
Even in the sacred of places...
It's too bad,
We can not skip the thinking...
Of taking a nip or two,
Of those habits...
Crooks can not loot from us.
Because we wouldn't have it!
'PLEASE...
Do not harm anyone in my family.
And IF I can make a special request...
I will give the combination,
Of the safe where the valuables are kept.
But whatever you do...
Please don't touch my booze.
You have no idea...
What that booze has help me through.'
We keep our addictions,
Protected...
As if guarding Fort Knox!
And when the preacher stops praying...
Some folks are nudged from nods,
To 'a-men' themselves with their heads cocked.
As if overwhelmed by a scripture with a message...
'Too much CAIN will attack any ABLE left,
In one's brain! '
It's too bad we can not cease our addictions.
It's too bad we can't give them to the crooks...
Who prescribe them to keep us hooked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just A Slave
Just a slave and hooked with addictions.
And chased with a wish to escape,
From those habits fed.
Those habits inside a head...
Independent in thought.
But dependent instead.
Just a slave and hooked,
To all that is that has been known.
To all that has been shown and is...
Makes the escape,
Seem an impossibility to free from needs.
And those beliefs fed to feed one fleeing.
Just a slave and hooked with addictions.
And chased with a wish to escape,
From those habits fed.
Those habits inside a head...
Independent in thought.
But dependent instead on what one's mind,
Has been taught to seek.
And branded to lust for those temptations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You're Praying
every time you stop to help
someone stuck on the side
of the road... you're praying.
every time you go over
and help your neighbor
mow his grass... you're praying.
every time you give a couple dollars
to the down and out person
bumming in the parking lot....
you're praying.
every time you take the time
to listen to someone whose
life is falling apart... you're praying.
every time you go and give blood
during your lunch hour...
you're praying.
every time you stand up
for the person everyone else
is running down... you're praying.
every time you take in a
stray dog or cat... you're praying.
every time you give more
than you have to give... you're praying.
every time you care
when no one thinks you should...
you're praying!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Preacher Boy
Jeanne burns / billie holiday
He was lanky and tall as a beanpole
And he wind fanned my heart to a flame
As he looked to the sky
And theres no wonder why
For preacher boy was his name
With his old yaller dog there beside him
And his eyes throwin sparks in the sun
I grew faint from the heat
From my heart to my feet
When I knew preacher boy was the one
Then he didnt say much
Hes the silent kind
But his arms were strong
Just the same as his mind
And my knees grew weak
As I clung to him
My preacher boy, my preacher boy
But he heard the call
Now hes left me
For his faith was stronger than i
And thought we are apart
Yet hes still in my heart
My preacher boy, my preacher boy
My wonderful preacher boy
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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The Preacher's Son
Twenty years,
The father’s reign
A tool of God,
He cannot gain
The strength for war,
Or heart for love,
So silently he hides the dove
A preacher’s son,
A soul so safe
Hidden from life
Inside his faith
His winter scar;
A line of blood
A rush of faith
A mental flood
Of gods and demons
Fighting war,
Of church filled boys
And sin filled whores
The way is seen
The only one,
The preacher’s gold,
The preacher’s son
poem by Jack Cropes
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I Don't Need The Booze
(toni dae/joy swines)
I've been known to tie one on and honky tonk til half past three
But the party don't get started til my baby pours her love on me
She's a hundred proof, lord she's smooth
She makes me moan all night long
So i don't need the booze to get a buzz on
I've tried it all from tennessee whiskey
To ozark mountain moonshine
But it's her sweet love that packs the punch
And keeps me higher than a georgia pine
Mr southern comfort don't come in a bottle
I get a double shot of love home grown
So i don't need booze to get a buzz on
My little country girl makes my head whirl and my knees begin to shake
No i can't walk no chalk line i ain't a talking or a thinking straight
I'm hooked on my baby's love there ain't nothing in a jug this strong
And i don't need the booze to get a buzz on
I've tried it all from tennessee whiskey
To ozark mountain moonshine
Bu it's her sweet love that packs the punch
And keeps me higher than a georgia pine
Mr southern comfort don't come in a bottle
I get a double shot of love home grown
So i don't need booze to get a buzz on
I wear a blue ribbon grin every now and then
But i don't need that to get stoned
I don't need the booze to get a buzz on
No i don't need the booze to get a buzz on
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Son Of A Preacher Man
(john hurley / ronnie wilkins)
Billy-ray was a preachers son
And when his daddy would visit hed come along
When they gathered round and started talkin
Thats when billy would take me walkin
A-through the back yard wed go walkin
Then hed look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, mmm, yes he was
Being good isnt always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin to me
Hed come and tell me everything is all right
Hed kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, lord knows he was
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin kisses from me on the sly
Takin time to make time
Tellin me that hes all mine
Learnin from each others knowing
Lookin to see how much weve grown
And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh, yes he was
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
I guessed he was the son of a preacher man
Sweet-lovin son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Special
I been trying for so long
To get you where I stand
Feel like I been climbing all my life
Everybody told me
I'd never ever get this far
I know I can make it if I try
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
(come to you, you too, to you, do to, be do, you)
Special things come to you
There's no sense in trying to fight it
When I want something so bad
No, it's not as easy as it seems
Simple things are the hardest
Of the things we do for love
And I won't give up cause I'm not just what it means
The special things you dream about
And the special things you're all about
Special things that somehow come to you
And it's the simple things to just believe
And the special things that you want to see
Special things somehow come to you
(come to you, doo doo doo, to you, doo doo doo)
Special things (doo, doo ahh, you doo)
Do do doo, on you, do do doo, to you
Do doo, ahh, do do doo, too
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
The special things you dream about
And the special things you're all about
Special things that somehow come to you
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
And it's the simple things to just believe
And the special things that you want to see
Special things somehow come to you
song performed by by Vitamin C
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Praying To A New God
(feldman / chandler / hues)
What got into you got into me too
What came over you is coming over me
Feel like Ive had enough of all the old stuff
I saw the writing on the wall on my t.v.
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Theyre saying the devils got a new job
Start praying to a new--
A lot of babel came down the cable
Everybody can be famous for a day
From shore to shore
A big department store
Is all thats left of the american way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying what are you afraid of
Start praying to a new--
Theres a big world
In the street outside
In their uniform of pride
And theyve all come
To see a star from the east
Is he man or beast?
Decide
Feel like Im crucified, still Im not satisfied
The second coming is coming anyway
I hear them pray for more on every dance floor
I hear the word go out across the milky way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Success and moneys what hes made of
Start praying to a new--
Start praying, praying on the freeway
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the airwaves
Start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying at the back door
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the dance floor
Start praying to a new god
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Criticized As Spoilers
An era of truth and accountability has descended.
And people are not familiar with it.
They have become traumatized by suspicion.
Deceit and lies have been exposed.
Overdosed and frozen by it,
They are.
Addictions wont let them go.
And folks want these comforts to remain untouched.
So much they beg for guidance from crooks.
The ones that have crushed their quality of life.
And broken their backs and cracked foundations.
While those in place,
Who have come to do things right...
And erase their degradations,
Are criticized as spoilers.
And champions of too much realism.
They prefer to be deceived.
In a comfort of corruption that relieves them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying To The Aliens
Slowly the thought
There is no one to replace
Came into view
And he began to cry
Now only boys
That love only boys
The perfect picture
Of a boy/girl age
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
Grey overcoat
And he could be anyone
A random poll check
Do you ever think of women?
They broke him down
Into a torn old queen
Living somewhere
Between dead and dying
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
There are no more
Do you begin to see?
The corner of my eye
Could give me away
Isnt it strange
How times change?
I cant imagine
Living any other way
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Keep Your Faith Placed Safe
Fortunes meant for you,
Are not for anyone else to keep.
Unless they are holding it,
To be released to you.
And you are within reach.
People numbed from their surroundings,
Sleep.
Intoxicated by medications,
To ensure they stay away...
From wishes to be on top of the heap.
And lay under burdens tolerated,
With a sharing of addictions...
That has convinced them not to leave.
Don't dropp a tear or weep for them.
Stretched to the max,
With their pockets getting thin...
They are
And this they confirm,
Enclosed in minds suffering within.
With a slow burn inside they earn.
Afraid to relax their grasp that holds,
Onto old routines...
From them they can't let go.
As most routines on some bestow.
But a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of the Maker.
Yes a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.
Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solid Booze
And we are growing along spiritual lines
Will never mean we should stop to have big fun time
Oh oh oh
Should it be for the very first of all to pray
And to report it to your next in an effective way
But whatever our ideals turn to be
We must be willing to break it through
We must be willing to make amends where we
Ever have to put some harm on too
She is my she's my all
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
She is my all surrounding solid booze you know
And we are growing along the spiritual lines
Would never mean we should believe in all those
Different kinds
Oh oh oh
Could it be the very first of all to recognize
Its the better sense to take it once and give it twice
But whatever our ideals turn out to be
We should be willing to break it through
We should be willing to realize
That attitudes have got us too
She is my
She's my all
song performed by by Falco
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Riding Hard On Their Backs
Charading people under steeples,
On their knees praying to keep...
Things!
And their bling.
Don't know that they have reaped,
Deep ditches to reach out...
To be forgiven for their hypocrisies.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
Although those demons seen are riding hard on their backs.
Charading people under steeples,
On their knees praying to keep...
Things!
And their bling.
Don't know that they have reaped,
Deep ditches to reach out...
To be forgiven for their hypocrisies.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
And you can't tell them that they pray,
To keep their evils.
They will attack you 'cause they don't believe that.
Although those demons seen are riding hard on their backs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preacher Needs More Ram
I took the modem off the podium...
Just before the preacher sneezed!
I asked a doctor in a pew...
If the sneeze would spread disease?
And Doctor Blye looked in my eyes,
As if I was there for church.
I looked him up and down and said,
'I am here doing research! '
I came to hook the preacher up,
To a new connection!
He wanted all his emails sent...
And downloaded to the chatrooms.
I came to hook the PC up for online sessions!
But the preacher is displeased...
'Cause the modem seems to need,
More ram!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
I came to hook the preacher up,
To a new connection!
He wanted all his emails sent...
And downloaded to the chatrooms.
I came to hook the PC up for online sessions!
But the preacher is displeased...
'Cause the modem seems to need,
More ram!
oh Oh OHHH....
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet...
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Ahhhhaaaayyy
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
What do I do with the modem?
What do I do with the modem?
What do I do with the modem?
'Reverand Heath?
I recommend a live video hookup as well!
I think you will touch a lot of people.
I found myself 'slightly' involved.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regrets.
Your soul does not forget
it carries with it all regrets.
When it dies it questions why
and has to come back to even the pie.
Better to say your "sorry now while you are alive
unless you talk through a medium after you die.
Even your addictions are carried to the other side
addictions cloud souls thinking in the sublime.
For all they have is pure thought—
no hiding is what the life of the spirit has got.
Things manifest fast and everything is known
you are pure energy, consciousness and you glow.
For your soul to really evolve and learn
to even out it's karma to better discern-
It has now to come back to Earth.
Your soul has to keep coming back
to Earth plane to be overcome addictions
and thoughts of lack.
Spirits over there hear our thoughts and give us messages
if we can only see—
they are here to give us encouragement
from a place of love to make us succeed.
They want us to love and not fear
fear keeps us stuck and can bite us in the rear.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 21,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Decoyed Info
Having obtained a privacy one loves,
Becomes protected as if one is guarding treasures...
At Fort Knox.
It only takes one time for a vicious rumor to start,
To ensure...
By the one who gets a whiff of this,
What is from that day falsely stated...
Becomes decoyed info from now on.
Especially if folks have already shown,
A tendency to lie.
And declare what they 'know',
Because of what they've been told by another liar.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why There's No Peace
Too many people are half asleep.
With one eye closed,
And the other that peeks.
When they are alone,
They hear a door that creaks.
And maybe to their feet,
They just might leap!
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
And where do gossipers at night go?
The ones who claim to see,
Everything from their windows?
Too many people are half asleep.
With one eye closed,
And the other that peeks.
When they are alone,
They hear a door that creaks.
And maybe to their feet,
They just might leap!
Nobody's feeling safe behind doors anymore.
And those who snore loudly,
Are told they bore!
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
Too many people are half asleep.
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
Too many people are half asleep.
And where do gossipers at night go?
The ones who claim to see,
Everything from their windows?
Nobody's feeling safe behind doors anymore.
And those who snore loudly,
Are told they bore!
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
Too many people are half asleep.
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daddy Was An Old Time Preacher Man
(Dolly Parton)
Daddy was an old time preacher man
He preacher the word of God throughout the land
He preached so plain a child could understand
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
He told the people of he need to pray
He talked about God's wrath and judgement day
He preached about the great eternity
He preached hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Aunt Leanona would get up to testify
And we'd sing "In The Sweet By And By"
The we'd sing "I'm On My Way To Canaan Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals and camp meetings went for weeks
Folks came from all around to hear him preach
Daddy said if one is saved it's worth it all
But the aisles were always filled at altar calls
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Daddy worked for God but asked for no pay
For he believed that God provides a way
We never had a lot but we got by
Guess it's 'cause the Lord was on Daddy's side
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Booze and Mahler and Sex.
If you want to come around
she said
bring a bottle of booze
and ring the bell twice
so you brought
a bottle of scotch
and rang twice
and she opened the door
and said
come in
and so you closed the door
and followed her
along the passageway
to the main room
and you heard the Mahler playing
and she took the scotch
and poured two large glasses
and said
sit down on the sofa Honey
and she gave you the glass
and you sipped
and she sat down next to you
and put her hand
on your thigh and squeezed
and she always managed
to get you stirred
and you smiled at her
and the Mahler symphony
was playing in the background
and you associated
that symphony
with sex
and sex with her
and each movement
of the symphony
suggested a given act
and as she moved
in on you
you almost drowned
in her scent
and the scotch
was on her breath
and her blue eyes
stared into yours
and her fingers moved
into your pants
for the prize
and you wondered
who the conductor was
on the Mahler record
and the same Monet print
hung on the wall
the one of some garden
and flowers
and she said
are you ready Honey?
And you said sure
and she took you
along the passage
to her room and bed
and the room smelt
of sweet perfume
and the Mahler faded
as she closed the door
as you both dropped clothes
on the carpeted floor.
poem by Terry Collett
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Kickin' It With My Chick
'Hey dude,
Whatcha been up to? '
Just kickin' it with my chick.
Tryin' to make it.
And doin' my best not to be depressed,
During these economic times.
What about chu?
Whatchu been up to?
'More or less my game is the same.
Tryin' to maintain and ignore the pain.
And ain't tryin' to focus on what I ain't got.
But diggin' on what I have.
And glad about it.'
~And some folks ain't choking up with tears.
Doing what it is they gotta do.
And some folks may not wish to show their fears.
Knowing how to take life as it is.
Those 'down' with the hustle...
Ain't confused!
They're not the twisted megamix.
The ones who lived life tricked and slick.
And pushing high rised wishes to the top.
Or condo lounging liquor fiends...
Demeaning those whose luxuries have stopped.
Or repossessed by their request.~
'Hey dude,
Whatcha been up to? '
Just kickin' it with my chick.
Tryin' to make it.
And doin' my best not to be depressed,
During these economic times.
What about chu?
Whatchu been up to?
'Seein' things as it is.
Stayin' motivated and keepin' positive.
Prayin and keepin' my faith...
That's what I choose.
I ain't gon' bust a gut over it.
It is what it is.
Truth has left me naked.'
~They're not the twisted megamix.
The ones who lived life tricked and slick.
And pushing high rised wishes to the top.
Or condo lounging liquor fiends...
Demeaning those whose luxuries have stopped.
Or repossessed by their request.
These folks are for real.
With concrete mentalities.
And have learned to deal with reality.
Broke but not delusioned about these times.
Broke but they ain't trying to find tragedies...
To occupy their minds.
They're not the twisted megamix kind! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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