Urgency to be Purged
The shadows chase and frighten.
No one escapes at all.
Some run until the sunset comes...
To find them peeking as they crawl.
When the sun rises eyes regret,
And their steps take a quicken pace.
Everyone fears the challenges near,
With attempts they hope to quickly out pace.
Secretly they grieve in pleading to escape.
With wishes to exchange...
The race they hate faking,
By replacing theirs with another's face.
But this process will achieve no happiness to relieve,
Since those who follow them to places where they hide...
Show signs they can be sniffed and identified,
With lies that are traced on paths that disgraced!
And immoral are they who use faith to betray...
For purposes to victimize believers of truth,
To mask their own demonic ways.
With an urgency to be purged,
Using symbols that fade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a More Receptive Mood
If it's going to be about race,
Today.
Let us vow to say...
That race is for the taste of life.
And we keep a pace to make it right.
If it's going to be about race,
Today.
And if it is about race,
Today.
Let's pray to race for harmony and peace.
And show there is a life believed with liberties,
We ourselves achieve.
Chase we must those shadows away.
And those gray clouds created,
To shade the brightest colors to fade.
And if it is about race,
Today.
Our hearts must remain wide open.
To initiate another fate...
That places us in a more receptive mood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run! Chase! Do
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?
Run! Chase! Do...
On borders of disorder,
Run.
With time wasted making life shorter.
Run! Chase! do...
Find that perfect place,
Where all headaches are erased.
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
And...
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?
And if not approved...
Will a disappointment allow a follow-up,
More accepted in its place?
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
Do...
To get done.
To hate it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Used People
You are not alone today.
Many have no words to say.
Many seem to have lost the way.
Many seem to have lost their faith,
And find they are lonely!
You are not alone today.
Many look for ways to escape.
Many have slowed down their pace...
And with no smiles,
They...
Look down upon the ground.
They've been unplugged from happiness.
Their eyes have clouded with regret.
They realize within their hearts...
All this time,
They have been...
Used people.
You are not alone today.
Many have no words to say.
Many seem to have lost the way.
Many seem to have lost their faith,
And find they are lonely!
You are not alone today.
Many look for ways to escape.
Many have slowed down their pace...
And with no smiles,
They...
Look down upon the ground.
They've been unplugged from happiness.
Their eyes have clouded with regret.
They realize within their hearts...
All this time,
They have been...
Used people.
All this time,
They have been...
Used people.
All this time,
They have been...
Used people.
Used people,
To deceive.
Used people,
Like you...
And me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Didn't You Welcome It To Visit?
When did you close the window?
When did you stop...
Finding the World too real to face?
When did you decide,
You would isolate yourself and hide?
When did you close the window?
When did your disgust...
Encrust a frown upon your smile?
It appears it has been there,
For quite a while.
What will it take,
To replace that with hope?
Don't close the door...
To sit alone and mope!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
It is easier than you think.
If you trust with faith and believe...
You don't need to wallow and weep.
You don't need to share that,
With others you might see who grieve.
Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
You can!
Didn't you welcome it to visit?
Has it not overstayed,
And made itself too comfortable?
Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
They too may have unwelcomed guests to rid!
Show them how that is done!
Do it now.
Today!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
No need to be hospitable,
To something or someone...
That can be stopped.
Whose prisoner are you anyway?
And why is your defeat so much needed?
And to whom is this feeding being pleasingly fed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hate You
I Do Not Hate You
I Just Hate The Things You Do
I Hate The Way You Say My Name
I Hate The Way You Give Me All The Blame
I Hate How You Lie Straight To My Face
I Hate How You Always Pace
I Hate That You Never Even Try
I Hate How You Never Cry,
I Hate How You Never Show Emotion
I Hate That Your Eyes Look Just Like The Ocean
I Hate How You Left
I Hate How You Commit Theft
I Hate How You Never Even Said Goodbye
I Hate How You Never Answered Why
I Hate How I Don't Hate You
In Fact I Think I
Love You
poem by Ivy Strife
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One Must Not Tarry
A vision kept,
Can not be sacrificed...
To regret in neglect disrespected.
Awaiting a response,
To make forward steps...
Will only achieve one's unhappiness.
Even if it is loneliness one must face...
One must not tarry,
To keep one's pace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stewing To Do A Brooding
I know I am aging at a rapid pace,
Because I can no longer tolerate...
Those who make excuses,
With a truth they can not face.
Today so many seem to wish an escape,
From their mistakes they can not admit.
And quick with unsilent lips they are,
To review a stewing to do a brooding over it.
And since my patience has gone,
To listen to the same song sung...
From Sunset to dawn prolonged too long,
I immediately exit from it as being relevant.
I know I am aging at a rapid pace,
Because I can no longer tolerate...
Those who make excuses,
With a truth they can not face.
And it gets annoying to hear,
A voice deceptively lamenting...
Over what was done when they were young,
With a venting of their issues unending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mask
You wear a mask upon your face
So people wont know of your sin and disgrace
Or of the things that you have said and done
And of the life you have ended and then again begun.
You cover up your lines and all of your tears
So no one can see the worries and your fears
Or of the anger and the hate that's on your face
So upon your face a mask you did paste.
But I wonder if anyone really does know
The color of your cheeks or the shape of your nose
Or the saddened bags underneath your eyes
From the guilt you felt from the tears of your lies.
And when you meet people I wonder do they stare
Maybe they think to themselves, who is really behind there
But then you don't care what people might say or ask
As you can conceal all, when you wear your mask.
And so that mask you will wear till your dying days
As it will become you in so many very different ways
But one day in death your mask it will then be removed
Then man and all will stand in sadness, as they see the real you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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A different song for Friend Howard
Highways, byways and motorways
are very much the same to me.
I much prefer the bridle ways
Those quiet lanes are traffic free.
I care not where the path may lead.
I stroll along at my own pace.
I’m free from any need for speed
I am quite happy to retrace
my steps. Should I mistake
the path I follow get it wrong
What does it matter if I take?
a shortcut which proves to be long.
I opted out of life’s rat race.
I am at no mans beck and call
I choose my way and choose my pace
and don’t regret my choice at all.
I live my life free from all stress
I only have myself to please.
No time constraints to cause distress.
I freed myself from that disease.
Time does not matter not to me
I thought it did but I was wrong.
At last I am completely free
To listen to a different song.
14-Nov-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Don't Say That Too Loudly
What on 'Earth' are they doing,
With their shovels below?
And doing it in such a frantic pace.
'Trying their best to escape from reality.
And hoping they will chase the effects away.'
By digging themselves into a deeper hole?
'Sssshhh.
Don't say that too loudly.
They will isolate you in a minute.
Hearing anything connected to the truth,
Will immediately offend them.'
Oh?
Our feet are up here and placed on solid ground.
And I should have fears they will isolate 'me'?
'Don't say another word.
Let them stick to their beliefs.
Who knows,
What a digging deeper in complete darkness...
Will eventually to them teach.'
Well...
Maybe one day they will see the forest,
AND the trees.
'At the pace that they are keeping? '
Comeon.
Don't be so negative.
'Trust me...
If I had not been observant and optimistic,
I'd too would have had a shovel custom made.
With a bragging done of how my credit was 'A' rated.'
Well...
Maybe one day they will see the forest,
AND the trees.
'At the pace that they are keeping?
They will never get to see a picture of it.'
Sssshhh.
Don't say that too loudly.
Logic is not what they are pursuing.
'Well...
I don't want to lose any I have left.
You stay and watch them.
I have other things to do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Signs
You're weighed down with regret
You can't see the road ahead
Or the burden on your back
It seems the trek will never end
The winding paths that still descend
And up above a sky washed black
You just can't bear to look at that
Chorus:
Follow the signs
Open your eyes
Read between the lines of what you see
Look into the soul of reality
Open your mind
Look at the signs
Never look back at yesterday
Keep your gaze steady on the narrow way
Now you've found the sacred tree
You kneel upon the broken wheat
You watch your burden fall away
And all the things you once sought
Now are counted less than lost
For now you see the light of day
The signs were pointing all the way
Repeat chorus
Follow the signs
Follow the signs
Open your eyes
Look at the signs
Open your mind
Follow the signs
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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The Face-mask of Human Beings!
Most human beings wear a mask
To hide their real face in life;
To some this is an easy task;
In modern world, such masks are rife!
Some hide the beast alive within;
Some hide their meek and soft nature;
Some hide their blunders, follies, sin;
Some hide their grief, sorrow, rapture!
Yet, why do people do such things?
– The world is not so trust-worthy;
Our earthly life, more failures brings;
We aim to live a life, ‘mirthy’!
The face reflects one’s expressions;
The eyes are mirrors of the mind;
The mask covers one’s depressions;
No one discerns the truths behind!
The ones who wear a mask for face
Are successful most times on earth;
They’ve changed the contours of the race;
Their complexion seems false from birth!
‘Why should the world know what I feel?
Why should I show my emotions?
To most, the mask is worth the deal;
And works quite well like fine potions! ’
A few really abhor masks;
They live a life on earth, real;
They’re natural in all their tasks;
Their palate loves a genuine meal!
A few may try to read your mind –
But this is not an easy task;
Let face change with what life may bring;
But never wear in life, face-mask!
Our earthly lives has ‘ups and downs’;
In joyful times, we laugh or smile;
When anger fills, we show some frowns;
This is God-destined natural style!
Remove the mask upon your face,
And meet the world with pleasant gaze;
Let face be bright and not a haze;
Thus walk or run in your own pace!
Align with Mother Nature’s codes,
And dance in life to Her love-tunes;
The Maker guides you in life’s roads;
There’s music o’er desert sand-dunes!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-12-2008
poem by John Celes
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Run From Malaise
Run from malaise.
That vague sense,
Of lost vitality.
Don't let the chase of malaise,
Quicken with a pace,
That fades away your energy.
Run from malaise quickly!
And insist it does not exist.
Once malaise becomes recognized,
Difficult it is to resist.
Since malaise has a way of staying around.
With no getting rid of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When A Passion Comes To Sit
Deciding to walk alone on an unpaved road...
With a cautious pace starting slow,
To face a fear...
Makes for one unafraid of challenges,
All things believed...
Are possible to achieve,
When a passion comes to sit...
With a convincing conviction that will not quit.
Knowing that a stopping to dropp desires,
On a path unknown...
In not an option when a task has been chosen.
And in a mind kept focused...
Efforts with attempts made one day will be shown.
Especially if dreams are wished to touch,
The feeling of this is...
Until one's fingertips identifies the arrival of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcoming To Set New Challenges
If one keeps a pace to face life,
With a welcoming to set new challenges...
Without seeking first to qualify fears,
It is doubtful if someone like this...
Stops with curiosity to witness the mundane.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Freedom
Freedom imitated,
Can never be a freedom...
Manifested to appreciate.
It would be underrated sooner or later.
With a taste for it to ultimately fade.
Not analyzed is a freedom to connive.
Or diminished in masquerade...
For purposes to degrade its meaning.
Freedom has to be at one's own pace.
To know what it takes to keep it salivated.
Freedom is not minimized.
True freedom is always maximized,
To realize its value.
And never is it in a race to chase,
To regulate another's fate.
True freedom is never ruled to control.
True freedom is a flowing one has,
And knows...
Freedom,
For what it is and felt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Spent a Lifetime Dancing
I've spent a lifetime dancing.
Entangled in a waltz,
From directions certain to false starts.
Romancing dreams!
Accused of being deluded by my own illusions.
Fantasies never to fulfill.
Spinning around trying to locate my purpose.
Grounded...
With a hope and faith within me.
Determined to make each movement real.
I've spent a lifetime dancing!
And I've come to learn to see...
My partner has been GOD!
All this time.
And the pace I keep is enjoyed,
With each beat.
My steps and pace are kept with faith!
And I grow ever confident...
Comfortable,
With Him in the lead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishlist pt.3
I want
To see a smiling face
Among two groups of race
Poor nations keep pace
With leaders of the race
Keepers of the faith
To stop fighting over faith
Love to make haste
In its chase of hate
It’ll probably never happen before I’m gone
But my words will live on if you pass them along
And hear the message like you hear a gong
Whether you hit the courts or you hit a bong
No more kids’ bellies with hunger swollen
While politics spit game like Ryan Nolan
Iron foldin bright limestone huts
Lyin holdin ace high no luck
No bucks to help out all the needy
Free lunch to fatten up all the greedy
One more time for all the daft punks
You don’t get help if your wallet is shrunk
But most of all I must say I want peace
On Earth, in space, and in everyone’s lease
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Just To Be With You
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
Without You close,
I know I am withdrawn.
At those times I'd rather sit alone...
From sunset until dawn!
The longer I am without You near...
Very little brings me cheer,
In this atmosphere.
I seem to feel the weight,
Of pressures and stress.
I seem to welcome a depression...
I accept and express.
As age descends upon my steps,
I do my best to forgive myself.
And I try,
But that's hard to do!
Then I realize I am without You.
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
When we 'are' together...
There is an absence of regret.
My unhappiness has left.
I feel a peace.
I feel so blessed!
And whatever is next,
On my path You have selected...
May it become clearer to me,
Your 'tests' I should not neglect!
Especially if those challenges,
Are there to correct my steps!
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
I hope our closeness proves to You,
I want to show my loyalty too!
And whenever I find myself subdued?
I feel my best,
Does not impress!
And confessing that 'now to You, My Father!
That's all I really wish to do!
Just to get as close as I can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grace the world with your glow of happiness
Do not chase happiness
Search within you
There are lot many things
Inside you
Which have reasons
To make you happy
You pursuit or search for happiness outside
Does not take you anywhere
As what seemingly has a stock of happiness
Once you reach or achieve it
You realize that happiness
Lies further ahead somewhere
And you hunt for happiness
Takes a new turn
And this goes on and on
Only to make you understand
That you are back in square one
Devoid of happiness, your original search
Happiness, thus, cannot be anywhere else
But within you
Do not be on a stealthy stalk for happiness
Simply because others do so
Search within and discover
The happiness in you
Do not be on a race for happiness
But grace the world
With the glow of
Happiness within you
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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