Up On The Beat and Rhythms
Those validating a physicality,
As the utmost reality in their heads.
Are not into conversation.
They are seeking,
The next place to be seen.
Uncomfortable they are,
With themselves.
Or with an invisible presence,
Observing their every move.
Like the sense one gets,
When The Almighty pays...
An unannounced visit.
So...
These people choose,
Not to be alone for too long!
They want to be considered as...
Hip and with it peeps,
Up on the beat and rhythms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For No Apparent Reason
Those gifted with selected memories,
Never seem to admit...
Their presence at the scene of misdeeds done.
And yet can express to the minutest detail,
Of what someone else to them has inflicted.
As they were innocently being attacked,
For no apparent reason.
While they did the best they could,
To make attempts to comprehend the sense of it.
And this they wish,
With a re-telling of such events...
As convincingly as possible.
However...
There is just one problem in the doing of this.
There are too many people,
Making claims they had been victimized...
Randomly.
Without having any knowledge of their participation.
And the eyes of those who choose to remain sane,
Do their best to keep at distances invisible...
To the doings of those refusing any hints of reality.
Or the phenomenon of the presence of truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much More Than Just a Visit
Leave the scene,
With beliefs unchanged.
Unaccepting what is seen....
Prematurely!
By those declaring themselves,
With a normality they claim is sane.
And a reality fixed that upsets,
Does not weaken...
By the rejection of it.
Or mundane debates...
Determining if its existence,
Should or should not take place.
Everyone eventually pays,
For the presence of it that goes ignored.
Or the people shunned who persist to live uplifted,
By a higher consciousness...
Making a meaning,
Much more than just a visit.
An arrival comes with a permanence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Saint I Ain't
If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
There is too much to explore.
Too much to experience,
Than to choose it to be ignored.
I want to adventure my life!
And that freedom nature offers.
And I can well afford.
Why should I deny myself...
To please those with their noses in the air?
With their stiff necks.
And their tight high lifted derrières!
People like that...
Can remove their behinds of my track.
The path on which I place my steps...
May shock others to hold their breath.
In fact...
Many like that,
Are busy body pests!
You know the kind...
Those who find time,
To wine and dine their displeasures.
As they pour someone's tea!
And I don't mind at all...
Serving up a full pot of my own for starters.
I want it known...
I can be quite cordial.
Even in the midst,
Of my own possible degradation.
I like to sit...
And listen to this mix of gossip.
The 'seriousness' of it...
Is worth a hasty limited visit.
I choose to do the unexpected.
With God's blessings,
Of course.
If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
Or profess to know,
What my 'Creator' wishes.
Like some hypocrites...
Quick to quip from scriptures.
I keep my eye on folks like that!
They can become defensive...
When questioned about their lack of facts.
Nor do I choose to walk on water.
Today...
I probably could.
Much of it is too polluted anyway.
Like some people with minds...
With nothing else to do,
But define how others should be living their lives.
Like 'themselves'...
Who have been certified self righteous.
And gossip as they sit in church pews.
Discussing where the pastor's wife,
Purchased her brand new shoes.
A saint I ain't.
Especially after observing...
Those who make claims,
They are the elite of 'christianity'.
And you can find them anywhere.
Once they have been seen...
Like roosters with hens pecking,
On any scene they pronounce as qualified...
For their self indulgence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just The Way It Is
'What makes a town,
Some would call...small? '
The minds of the people.
'Well...
If that is known,
Why do they continue to choose
To prove their ignorance? '
Maybe they are not doing that for you.
You see the others?
They are doing that with them too!
And since you are observing this,
To bring it to my attention...
Perhaps if you do not mention it again,
No one will know that you are the one out of place.
The one who criticizes their lives and the pace.
Look around...
See the blank look on their faces?
An absence of thinking,
Connecting together the process of thoughts!
Do you think what they and I have chosen to do...
Will make a difference to the very few,
Who have chosen to live peacefully...
Amongst those who have been blinded,
By a lack of identity?
When invited to a bar-be-cue,
The best thing to do...
Especially if you accept,
Is not to profess to be a vegetarian!
Or begin to sermonize about the eating of cows...
And the drinking of milk.
Who do you 'think' would be considered the fool?
So maybe they are not out to prove anything...
To you or to me or to anyone else!
That's just the way it is here!
Just like some places have Palm Trees.
And here you will find Maple and Pine!
Now...
If you chose to move away from all of this.
My guess is that no one here would mind...
Or notice.
That's just the way it is,
Here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Choice Is to Make History
I'm one to adventure life.
Accepting it as a process.
I feel blessed to be granted it to bloom, flourish and grow.
Seeking purpose.
And when that purpose is fulfilled,
It then is time to move on!
Like each season that acknowledges the next.
Never to overstay a visit!
I too have those same wishes.
To remain unchallenged,
I know is not my mission.
And as long as I am blessed with my life,
I will seek the unknown.
To uncover it.
To leave behind for someone to discover I existed.
My choice is to make history.
Not relive it!
At times it can become uncomfortable.
But no learning I've ever achieved,
Came easy.
Or resulted from a path cleared of obstacles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Communication Skills
Your conversation...
It's all over the place.
'I'm glad you noticed that.
Because I am responding to you.
I pride myself on listening.
And delivering immediate feedback.
So...
If you have noticed 'my' conversation,
Has been all over the place...
Not making sense OR contact?
Listen to yourself sometimes.
You will find your communication skills,
Way off track.'
So what are you saying?
I don't pay attention?
'Well,
It's like this...
If you think my conversation is scattered,
And it is just the two of us 'in' one conversation...
And I am responding to 'you'?
You figure that one out by yourself.
Because it is obvious to me,
You don't need me here...
To enjoy your own thoughts! '
True!
Maybe I should be a writer...
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Invisible Man
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man,
Incredible how you can,
See right through me,
When you hear a sound,
That you just cant place
Feel somethin move
That you just cant trace,
When something sits
On the end of your bed
Dont turn around
When you hear me tread.
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you.
Now Im in your room
And Im in your bed
And Im in your life
And Im in your head
Like the cia
Or the fbi
Youll never get close
Never take me alive
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you,
Hah, hah, hah, hello,
Hah, hah, hah, hello,
Hah, hah, hah, hello-hello-hello-hello,
Never had a real good friend - not a boy or a girl
No-one knows what Ive been through - let my flag unfurl
So make my mark from the edge of the world,
From the edge of the world,
From the edge of the world,
Now Im on your track
And Im in your mind,
And Im on your back
But dont look behind
Im your meanest thought
Im your darkest fear
Put Ill never get caught
You cant shake me, shake me dear,
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you
Look at me, look at me
song performed by by Queen
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No Mystery Is There
No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.
The ones who go through the motions...
Are not completely freed.
Doubts scatter about in their minds.
With images perceived.
Messages they get...
Are often discredited and thrown away.
And still they pray to be relieved...
Of miseries carried and/or adorned,
On their sleeves.
And a presence God selects,
To ensure to those faithful...
He is, indeed, near.
Those of conflicting hypocrisies,
Choose not to silence their lips.
Yet quick to close their ears.
No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.
'Those can not be,
The messages for 'me' to receive.
They come across too intellectual.
And a feeling of suspicion...
Wishes inside of me for them to leave.'
~And you are more familiar with nonsense?
With an acceptance of that and deceit? ~
'No,
I'm not saying that at all.
If God were to contact me...
I would know it in His manner of 'speech'.
Which I 'perceive' is more down to Earth,
Than what I've heard falsely spoken to me.'
~So,
In other words...
You are a selective listener? ~
'I'm just saying...
I know the voice of God when I hear it.
And so far,
The only voices that I've heard,
Are from those folks who think they know me.
They don't know me to tell me what I should do! '
~So why do you pray? ~
'To get answers from God,
Of course.
What a stupid question! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please the One Who Pays the Bills
Express what you wish,
About how you believe I live.
Whether done negatively or positive.
Behind my closed doors...
Whatever it is I do,
Is a doing done that is.
And guess who's opinion is not considered...
Whenever a choice is made,
To please the one who pays the bills?
Comeon!
I'm sure you've got 'something' to offer about this?
Something to slip through those usual flapping lips.
Something to suggest or recommend,
That has not been solicited.
Before I respectfully ask you to leave and end your visit.
'I don't have people in my home like that! '
~Oh I don't either.
Not anymore.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beat Patrol
Chorus:
Heaven move me, move my soul
Here comes the beat
Here comes the beat patrol
We will dance...
I will help you if I can
I can change the way you feel today
When your world turns upside down
Its time to make the break and dance into another day
And as the music starts to move you
Then its time to go
Into the streets you dance
And then you lose control
Heaven move me, move my soul
Here comes the beat
Here comes the beat patrol
We will dance, we will dance
Heaven move me, move my soul
Here comes the beat
Here comes the beat patrol
We will dance, we will dance
This is the age when you must win
Cos there is no gold upon the streets today
You must find it from within
Music brings the dream machine your way
And as the feeling starts to move you
Then its time to go
Into the streets you dance
And then you lose control
Heaven move me, move my soul
Here comes the beat
Here comes the beat patrol
We will dance, we will dance
Heaven move me, move my soul
Here comes the beat
Here comes the beat patrol
We will dance, we will dance
A say yeah, a say yeah, yeah, yeah
What you say here come the what
Here come the beat, here come the beat patrol
Here come the beat we will dance
Heaven move me, move my soul
Here comes the beat
Here comes the beat patrol
We will dance, we will dance
Heaven move me... I see it coming... it wont be long now
Here come the beat, here come the beat patrol
We will dance, we will dance
(heaven move me move my soul
Here comes the beat, here comes the beat patrol)...
song performed by by Starship
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Back and Forth...Back and Forth!
Once it is determined,
A person has a 'special' rendition of life?
You know...
Someone 'we' may believe has a party going on...
In their heads.
And it is a private party?
It is sometimes better,
To pretend we hear the melody.
Especially if a desire is shown,
To communicate with us.
From wherever they may be 'inside'.
With all of the activity no one can hear outside.
But suspects 'something inside' occupies!
Although nothing may OR may not be there at all.
And we wish not to take chances and offend?
So we begin to keep our lips closed and nod our heads.
Hoping, eventually, a toleration overcomes us.
We begin to pat our feet.
And shake our heads slowly from side to side.
With eyes fixed we do this...
Wanting not to be noticed.
Slowly we begin...
Back and forth...back and forth.
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Back and forth...back and forth
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Keeping up with this sustained movement.
Patting our feet and biting on a lower lip.
Agreeing...
But not understanding,
What it is we agree with.
And we ask ourselves,
'Why am I putting myself through this? '
Back and forth...back and forth,
Our heads we shake!
Observing and attempting to communicate.
Keeping up with a sustained beat.
Patting our feet and biting on a lower lip.
And we ask ourselves,
'Why am I putting myself through this? '
And miraculously,
As if that Excedrin headache suddenly goes...
We find our minds in an accepted peace.
Numbed!
Yet peaceful.
And so proud we are,
We have kept our patience!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Marvels of Music
A world without music would be so very plain.
From music, spiritually, there’s a lot to be gained.
It lifts your soul, when you’re feeling a bit down.
It is considered one of the best medicines around.
Through music, many emotions we can express.
It is one of the best known busters of stress.
There’s a wealth of rhythms the world wide.
Their power to pull people can’t be denied.
Music comes in so many different forms:
No one type could be considered the norm.
Without music, church bells wouldn’t chime
And our fingers and feet wouldn’t beat time.
Music unites the masses together in a single song,
Even when everything around us is going wrong.
In our bodies, we feel the beat.
To the music, we move our feet.
It has the ability to calm and relax you,
Plus, the ability to exhilarate and enliven to.
Music is a common language, which unites.
It is a force which has plenty of might.
When you hear someone begin to sing,
You often find yourself wanting to join in.
It often brings smiles to people’s faces,
As they go through their daily paces.
It’s great to sing along with your favourite pop star,
At home, at work, in the car or wherever you are.
Music can make you feel like dancing around the floor,
When you’re getting bored with your household chores.
You can use instruments or just simply use your voice.
It’s totally up to you. It is entirely your own choice.
My love of music will never ever end.
To me, it feels like a very good friend.
With the pop group ABBA, I’d have to heartily agree,
In saying ‘Thank you for music, for giving it to me.’
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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May...Be...A Bit Uneasy With the 'Peeps
I can understand,
You are overwhelmed and shocked.
Afterall...
It only has taken,
Fourty years or more...
For the activities of this environment to sink in.
Remember when they were first brought to your attention?
And you had stated then,
My comments were too negative to mention?
And today 'my' comments seem to flow from your lips.
With a cursing done that you can not resist.
Don't you think...
Your lack of communal unity,
Is too negative to mention?
I believe your comments are a repetitive visit!
Even though you seem to have a clear grasp,
Of the lingo!
*May...be...a bit uneasy,
With the 'peeps' that pop your 'pupils'.
Ya dig? *
Oooohhh...
I love the Spring.
Especially this time of the year.
Don't you?
*NOTE:
'Peeps'? Urban slang word usage for 'people'.
Sooo, an interpretation for that line where 'peeps' is used...
Would be as such:
* 'Maybe you are a bit uneasy with the people that open your eyes.
Do you comprehend? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even if
Even if your servants
are sent to visit and destroy
and with glowing red eyes
tries to squeeze the
breath of life
out of me.
Even if you appear
like the Angel of light
which you were
when you walked
among the glowing
treasures unknown and named
in this part of the universe.
Even if great and wealthy men
and secret societies
and people in the east
and tribal men in the bush
worship and follow you,
I know that you are just
a created being
and afraid of and powerless
against the Almighty One.
Even if your presence
and that of your host
and the shape that our world is in
and illness, rage, pestilence and war
proofs that you exist,
it’s greater proof
that a loving holy God
gives the power to choose.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Chaos Enshrouded
All about lay Chaos enshrouded
As we dedicate ourselves into meditation.
We bend as we break the rules of our schooling
Still we seek to penetrate the skies through the windows secret.
That same window pane upon which our dragon
Hath crashed so many times in vain.
Penetrate Wisdom beyond the recollection
Of sensory experience yet know that we are
To lay without resistance to the rhythms
Of life’s ever present flowing.
Seek to know the truth beyond
A blanket snow of Virgin Innocence.
I’m left indifferent to the callings of my defences.
Seeking as I am, sense beyond reason
Seeking Love beyond acceptance of Our Mother
We are but constructing the boundaries of our own self confinement.
If we are to break free of these shackles of our binding
We much tackle the subject insistently.
We must be resilient in defiance.
Yet remain open to the truths spoken beyond the comprehension
Of our souls.
We are lost hearts defeated
Our glory is the realization
We are whole within ourselves.
Still every now and then it’s nice to place
The illusion of a reality confused upon the shelf.
poem by David Lacey
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unload the Excess Baggage
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Or am I the one to carry pain,
As if I've been awarded...
A medal for valor and honor.
Each day as I pray...
And after I awaken,
I feel tremendously blessed...
That God has pulled my sisters and I,
Through much heartbreak and stress.
We, in those days, believed we needed to address.
And when I hear some folks,
Making excuses for mistakes they've made...
I can go through any day,
Without seeking to be medicated.
To fake my feelings to numb the aches.
I want to keep it real.
That's how I feel.
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Nor am I the one,
Seeking to skate through a life...
Speeded by an easy breeze.
God has blessed me!
And I know this.
And there is nothing better I can do...
Than to hold my head up,
And unload the excess baggage.
To live the best life feeling grateful.
And blessed to be able to confess it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.
quote by Max Beckmann
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Last Place You Look
the grass is always greener as i'm sure that you've found
if i find my way back on the last leg of this trip
i'm betting i'm finding you there
as long as it's constantly changing
as long as it's constantly sound
if there's no sense of impending danger
there's no sense in hanging around for the winter
if i'm not gonna be in your arms around me...
what have i got if you're there?
we'll behome in December
the leaves don't fall from the trees as long
as you remember you are always with me
it's not my place to find it
not something that i get to choose
don't be scared 'cause you're not something i'm willing to lose
i'll bet you find it in the last place you look
song performed by by Get Up Kids from Four Minute Mile
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