Trinket Whipped Ways
None felt alive,
Unless something deemed of value
Adorned and flaunted their 'emptiness'.
Trinket whipped,
Are they who feel empty without...
A bauble, bangle or bead...
Dripping in diamonds or gold to flash about.
Trinket whipped to show a status diminishing...
As people awaken to what life really means.
For those who seek to be contented,
Free of disappointments,
And attention deliberately sought...
But not given in return,
To balance the price one pays and yearns for it.
Less fat makes one feel a release from traps.
Having less does not mean abundance has left.
A true quality of life accepts less attachments,
Allowing one to breathe.
And feeling free...
From things others define as 'good'!
For life to be gratifying as it satisfies...
A glimmer glistening and noticed!
The jokes people play on themselves.
And nothing is like enjoying life...
Away from those who identify themselves,
By the depth of their trinket whipped ways.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We're Alive
I'm feeling free Across the ocean
we go sailing on an on into the sunshine
On our way life is so good to us now
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
Blue skies above Everything's right
As we're going on our way the future looks bright
You and me together at last
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
Lovely feeling the wind blows through your hair
As we're sailing through life without a care
Look around and feel the freedom
All around us It is ours just for the taking
Nearer now to the island we go
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
chorus
Faster now across the surface
Of the water Keep on head
All life will catch up
Everyone would like to feel like we do
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
Feeling good feeling free we're alive
song performed by by Hollies
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Free Your Mind
Elevated, I feel elevated
I feel the love inside
I dont want to hide
Communication - is our destination
Be what you wanna be
Let the music set you free (x3)
Life is the key, what you want it to be
Release your mind
Release your mind
Open yourself to the universal truth
Free your mind
Free your mind
I close my eyes and I realise,
Something deep inside
Makes me feel alive
I seek to find, a better state of mind
Im gonna live my life
Im reaching for the sky (x3)
Life is the key, what you want it to be
Release your mind
Release your mind
Open yourself to the universal truth
Free your mind
Free your mind
song performed by by Kate Ryan
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A Given Batter Whipped
We all have our styles.
Tastes,
And approaches to life.
To rate them narrowly,
For the purposes to suit...
Choices of critics on pursuit,
To dilute...
The wide range of changing preferences,
Only scatters the patter.
Leaving it ultimately not to matter.
Eat it up,
Or give it up...
Or leave it alone.
A given batter whipped,
Has its own magic!
Eat it up,
Or give it up...
Or leave it alone.
A given batter whipped,
Has its own magic!
We all have our styles.
Tastes,
And approaches to life...
To appreciate or eliminate.
And...
A given batter whipped,
Has its own magic!
Eat it up,
Or give it up...
Or leave it alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Message To Mom
i remember the day you left,
in a blink of an eye,
you just died,
what the hell happened?
life felt pointless,
i felt helpless,
things never change,
days goes by,
i feel the same,
remembering how much
you ment to me,
makes me cry,
you can't be by my side,
helping me each day,
to help me through,
i'm left finding out what to do,
having doubts along the way,
make me hate every day,
what i feel about you never goes away,
i just find other ways to spend them,
life so empty,
with everything gone,
what do you do?
a mothers life is always special,
would you agree?
what about the daughter
that was left behind?
left before she found herself,
can you relate?
to a life so down,
and things she have to take on,
never thought the day would come,
when i have to say,
i love you mom,
will you ever be back?
Copyright © 2009
3-10-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Blessed With This Gift
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
With a feeling that expresses a gratefulness,
To experience this gift.
They will see opportunity.
And know to them it has already been given.
If one makes a decision,
Life is to be lived and not taken for granted...
Blessings given will be shared,
If they awaken with thoughts...
To be to others more caring!
If...
And that's not a big 'if' to ponder.
Not to awaken thinking of possibilities!
Or what this day given brings.
If...
One makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
One just has to start,
Realizing each day when they awaken...
They have already been blessed with a gift!
If...
For them that is a decision made,
To see a life that has been given that way...
Fortunes are at their fingertips.
With a pricelessness that enriches.
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
And feeling blessed with this gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Different People
Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Definitions
Things began to define them.
Giving them reason and a purpose to live.
Living without things teased...
They felt an emptiness within.
With a shallowness they would defend,
With pretention.
And an awareness of self...
A depth did not know.
They did not grow to love themselves...
If they could not purchase things to define them.
And definitions of who they were...
Had to have style and be flaunted,
To identify themselves with cliques of importance.
And...
Where they had been and where they are going,
Depend on things obtained to impress.
And not the lack of substance...
No one has that to qualify,
To ensure that can be addressed or expressed
With comprehension understood and digested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Toxic Anxieties
Sobered.
By the arrival,
Of the meaning of life.
And snipped away...
From the opportunities,
To maintain a grip onto status.
Awaken to see things as they are!
To walk and feel a freedom among the trees.
This life,
And the clarity that a brightness brings...
Bestows an abundance of joy.
Once the trappings of limitation...
Are dropped from the intoxication,
To acquire that which never satisfies...
One who has experienced buyer's remorse.
Attractions to pleasure...
Unmeasured temptations,
To gratify one's soul...
Is a beast feeding on toxic anxieties.
Only those who know truth...
Have it all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Physicality Of Things
Living to identify and adjust,
To the physicality of things...
Loses one an opportunity to gain any wisdom,
From the spiritual side of life.
One into 'things' and the implied importance,
This emptiness brings...
Satisfies a perception,
That what one has equates one's worth.
Sad is the mind stuck on Earth like that.
Unconscious of all the traps that attract.
And imprisoned,
By a lack of time...
To adventure all that Mother Nature offers.
And,
It is an unfortunate observation to witness this...
But,
Those impressed by appearances and 'bling'...
Would have to be struck by lightening,
To appreciate the benefits the gift of life has to offer.
There are very few people,
Not limited in their minds...
Who can honestly say today,
They have no biases of any kind.
Very, very few can say that,
And keep an eye contact going on.
People are not yet that honest with themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want Out
From our lives' beginning on
We are pushed in little forms
No one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach you what to think
But everyone says different things
But they're all convinced that
They're the ones to see
So they keep talking and they never stop
And at a certain point you give it up
So the only thing that's left to think is this
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
People tell me A and B
They tell me how I have to see
Things that I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to side
They're pushing me from black to white
They're pushing 'til there's nothing more to hear
But don't push me to the maximum
Shut your mouth and take it home
'Cause I decide the way things gonna be
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
There's a million ways to see the things in life
A million ways to be the fool
In the end of it, none of us is right
Sometimes we need to be alone
(Solo: KaiBoth)
No no no, leave me alone
I want out--to live my life alone
I want out--leave me be
I want out--to do things on my own
I want out--to live my life and to be free
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Freedom and Beauty
It is a beautiful mind to feel free.
It is a beautiful feeling to set someone free.
Freedom is the hard statement to get.
Freedom is the only feeling to get.
*
Freedom is the statement that shows your independence.
Freedom is the power that shows your right.
But while speaking of almost 7 billion individuals on the earth
At least 7 billion needs and rights that might complicate their life.
*
Showing his independence might be more important for some people.
Feeling responsible for others may be more important for other people.
*
To be honest with you, i never felt free,
Because I didn’t know what it is.
After I realized what freedom is,
I saw how hard to recognize that you are free.
^
How hard to know that you are free to live.
How hard to know that you are free to speak.
How hard to know that you are free to love and trust.
How hard to know that you are free to be loved and trusted.
^
That what you have in your everyday life, is your freedom.
This is not just everyday schedule, that’s your freedom.
How blind are we to not see how free we are.
How ugly is it to not see how beautiful freedom is.
^
Freedom is beautiful, but hard to see.
Freedom is beautiful, but hard to feel.
poem by Sukhee Bukhbat
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I once felt
Sometimes I wish I could rewind my life.
Put right all the things that went wrong.
I allways felt my life was a stife.
I once felt alive now I feel so very dead.
My head is filled with dread.
Many times I wish I could turn things around.
To some how change my life.
And end my strife.
All I ever wanted was to live my life freely.
But somewhere along the line,
There people would be putting me down.
And having something to say.
And deep In my heart and soul,
Lay the memories I hate.
In the end I knew the odds were against me.
So I tunt my back and left it all.
I thought taking my life was the only way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Eyebrows Raised
Maturing with an expanding insight,
Is a lonely path to travel.
Especially when so many,
Are doing their best to reverse the clock.
And are limited in experiencing,
Alone time with God.
Or find it odd,
Someone walks by faith.
And not with a credit card.
To many the notion of God,
Is a 'thing' unseen and told exists.
With a telling they should be 'good'...
To appease the wishes of God.
'God please...
Gimme, gimme, gimme.'
Only to appear showing up to beg for 'something'.
As if a panhandler in any neighborhood.
Hoping to find someone, anyone...
Forgiving and willing with an empathy to give.
Maturing with an expanding insight,
Is a lonely path to travel.
Especially when one dares to announce,
The doing of this affords them to be trinket free.
'Where are your 'credentials'?
You aint nothing.
And if you were...
Where is it for me to see.
Show me something,
That validates your right to breathe.'
With eyebrows raised,
People are quick to defend their beliefs.
If they become to feel threatened,
Their insecurities are being exposed...
To another that can see their activities,
Are based upon charades masqueraded by routine.
'...and don't talk to me about your belief in God!
You aint got a thing to show for it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live Your Life Be Free
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open up your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
I see you walking with her
I see you all around
But you don't seem very happy now
You seem very down
I know you feel an obligation
To her emotional state of mind
This is the time in your life baby
When you should be having a good time
And if you want me I'll be there
To run my fingers through your hair
And if you need me its alright
Come on over baby, and see me tonight
You got to
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
You know that I'll be waiting
You know my heart is true
I will be your everything
And give everything to you
So if you want me baby I know
Don't have to knock knock down my doors
Her heart was meant to be broken that day
You got a lot of love to live
So why dont you
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
And when you free your mind
You will leave your past behind
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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The Broken Road of My Life
I am sitting here,
watching my life go by me.
Faces pass, people come and go.
My life is going down a completely different road.
Down the broken road.
My life has completely fallen apart.
There is no stopping it.
I try to pick up the pieces again and again,
but nothing seems to work.
There is nothing left of my heart.
I don't feel love.
I don't feel happiness.
I feel nothing.
There is no reason for me
to continue to live.
I have nothing more to live for.
Why must people break me down inside,
right to the very core?
I don't feel pain.
I don't feel misery.
I don't feel anything.
Even if people say it will be alright
still I hear myself say,
'I want to end my life! '
But now it is too late to turn back.
I can't stop going down the broken road.
My life means nothing,
it just seems to go zooming by
while my body is left behind.
This is the broken road of my life!
poem by Jaana Coon
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Masochistic Wishes
There is a need for some,
To get their pleasure felt and delivered...
Whipped and beatened.
And treated sadistically.
By those wanting nothing more,
Than to give those requesting...
For them what is adored.
Punishment?
No.
Not when it is condoned like this.
It's that masochistic thing!
When one has a list of preferred afflictions.
Effective grief received and delivered...
Is a comfort to many fitting this category.
With a desire to feel pain,
One misses and begs to get.
Masochistic wishes as if a Christmas gift.
Wanting every bit of this sadisticness.
One can not resist.
Masochistic wishes promised and a bliss this is.
There is a need for some,
To get their pleasure felt and delivered...
Whipped and beatened.
And treated sadistically.
Masochistic wishes,
One misses and begs to get.
Punishment?
No.
Not when it is condoned like this.
Whipped and beatened into bliss like this.
Masochistic wishes,
One misses and begs to get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Makes Bri Feel Bad....[Personal]
I don't mean (by 'feel bad') unruly, criminal, or mean. I mean disgusted or disappointed, or somewhere in between.
It bothers me to see a person littering, but I still get through the day. If I think someone is wheeling a store's cart home, I really want to say:
'Did the manager give you permission? '.... It seems like stealing in a way.
I feel a little disappointed when the ice cream in carton is finished, and when old age causes a person's quality of life to be diminished. Of course I can buy more ice cream, though Aki may say 'no', and people really can limit how many years...they have left 'to go'.
I feel bad when I'm misquoted, when people try to 'put words in my mouth.' I actually manage to say enough 'bad things'...all by myself. I feel a little 'bad' if an [unnamed] woman complains.... when I raise my voice. I think it's a common trait of many men (Evolution?) : ...do we really have a choice? ?
So now I've told you some of the things that....can make me feel 'bad'. I tried to think of more things but couldn't, and that makes me feel very glad.
{Well, sure there are more things, ……but why dwell on what upsets?
Perhaps the more one dwells on positive things, ...the better one's life gets.}
(2-3-12)
poem by Bri Edwards
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I Want Out
I want out
(m&l - hansen)
From all lives beginning on
We are pushed in little forms
No one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach us what to think
But everyone says different things
But theyre all convinced that
Theyre the ones to see
So they keep talking and they never stop
And at certains point you give it up
So the only thing thats left to think is this
I want out... to live my life alone
I want out... leave me be
I want out... to do things on my own
I want out... to live my life and to be free
People tell me a and b
They tell me how I have to see
Things that I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to side
Theyre pushing me from black to white
Theyre pushingtil theres nothing more to hear
But dont push me to the maximum
Shut your mouth and take it home
cause I decide the way things gonna be
I want out... to live my life alone
I want out... leave me be
I want out... to do things on my own
I want out... to live my life and to be free
Theres a million ways to see the things in life
A million ways to be the fool
In the end of it, none of us is right
Sometimes we need to be alone
I want out... to live my life alone
I want out... leave me be
I want out... to do things on my own
I want out... to live my life and to be free
song performed by by Helloween
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Be Enriched Immensely
Be enriched,
Immensely.
With passion enhanced,
As you breathe.
Your life is a gift,
That comes to leave.
Choose to take your chances.
Your life is to be lived,
And feel free.
Your life is a gift,
That comes to leave.
And why...
Do you not reach for stars?
Or seek all your dreams to come true?
They will if you believe.
Today,
Believe and reach!
Be enriched,
Immensely.
With passion enhanced,
As you breathe.
Your life is a gift,
That comes to leave.
Choose to take your chances.
Your life is to be lived,
And feel free.
Tomorrow is not guaranteed.
And why...
Do you not reach for stars?
Or seek all your dreams to come true?
They will...
If you believe.
Your life comes to leave!
Tomorrow's not guaranteed.
Live life and feel free!
Be enriched,
Immensely.
With passion enhanced...
As
You
Breathe!
Let your passion enhance.
As
You
Breathe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing What It Takes To Feel One's Best
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do...
To get the attention.
Misconceptions about that are taught to those,
To leave them feeling insecure to be left exposed.
And psychologically dependent on others.
Those who are seeking the attention,
Are the ones making the excuses...
For everything done they do,
To avoid doing that which they should.
Fearing then no one would notice them at all.
And for them to be noticed is what is sought.
Leave them alone to figure themselves out,
And they wouldn't know what to do 'with' clues.
Especially if no one is there to listen,
To their opinions given or their version of life...
Yet for them to live.
But they'll try to convince others they know about.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do to get the attention.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is something one does to comprehend.
And many not comprehending,
Can also be viewed amongst those refusing to listen.
Only a life lived to be one's best,
Is often a life lived making fewer excuses.
With less complaints heard,
To create and produce to seduce someone else...
For whatever the reason found around,
To digest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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