Who Else Have You Selected?
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Who else comes to teach...
Lessons taught to instill,
For me to learn?
Who will You deem to be qualified...
To ignite that spark I yearn?
Who comes to confess,
The void in my emptiness they can fulfill.
Who will that be coming not to exhaust,
My patience
To recognize from my eyes...
They have come with God given skills.
Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please.
Others have come for shortened visits.
Will You pick someone admired for Yourself?
To have me grieve upon their leaving...
As it seems You have done,
With everyone else.
To see how quickly I can heal...
With just You to turn to,
For a comforting you know appeals!
And after testing my loyalty...
Will You again,
Introduce another someone...
You will have me meet,
Just for me?
Or will You throw upon my path another test?
Just to tease to see if I love You best?
Who else have You selected?
For me to share,
As we together...
Within Your vision please?
And 'why' do You do this,
To me My Father?
Don't You believe,
I'm deserving of someone...
Not for You to scrutinize.
But a companion who is special...
To meet and satisfy our human needs.
Before You put me through another test,
Who else have You detected...
That I might select,
Just for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Certified father
A child rates their parents,
Especially their father.
He like the star in their life,
A destroyer of all fears,
The one who wipes your tears when you fall
And disobeys mommy when she says no.
You mould us to become successful young people
And you correct us when we go wrong.
You share your experiences so we can learn from them.
And you make us realize that you were once like us.
We have rated you,
Our father,
And saw that you passed our test,
Other people might look for different things in a father,
But we are proud to call you our father,
A certified father in our eyes.
poem by Nirupa Narine
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You Are In My Vision
Fade to screens of violence
Like a tv screen but silent
Where the victims are all paid by the hour
Staring at the ceiling
That she gyrates all around me
I am trying to forget shes done this all before
Far too many people
For a quiet night with myself
Oh I could be anyone tonight
Focus on a feeling
Ive detected while Im sleeping
Sing a chorus of on broadway and deny it all
You are in my vision
I cant turn my face
You are in my vision
I cant move my eyes
You are in my vision
I cant move at all
You are in my vision
Delicate bodies
That decay beneath their clothing
Play cards in an empty house in paris
The wreckage of a hero
Lies broken in a corner
And everyone pretends they like to live that way
You are in my vision
I cant turn my face
You are in my vision
I cant move my eyes
You are in my vision
I cant move at all
You are in my vision
song performed by by Gary Numan
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To Pay Particular Attention
A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!
A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.
And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.
And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,
I do test and try my Creator's patience.
In the hopes to be punished...
To pay particular attention,
As to how the Creator goes about...
Inflicting this,
Upon my more aware consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just How Hysterical Are You?
I love the renovations made to your home.
I see you have rid yourself of some furnishings.
I never noticed 'that' window there before.
Why do you have it roped off?
'Have you noticed the sign hanging above it? '
CLARITY?
'Yes.
Exactly.
It's off limits.
And only those I deem in their right minds,
Are authorize to go beyond that rope.
To share the vision with me.'
Oh!
How clever.
May I take a look?
'Only those I deem in their right minds,
Are authorize to go beyond that rope.
To share the vision with me.'
I find that hysterical.
'Your secret is safe with me.
However...
Only those I deem in their right minds,
Are authorize to go beyond that rope.
To share the vision with me.'
Okay.
I get the message.
Well...
When will I get an opportunity,
To see what you find so precious.?
'Just how hysterical are you? '
Stop it.
You're scaring me.
'When I discovered 'clarity'...
It was the most frightening thing,
I ever thought I'd see.
I use to fear it myself!
Now...
I keep it as a shrine in my home.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Expectations Come To Go
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
Who can look at someone,
And judge what's next?
Who knows what steps taken,
Who be the ones 'that' someone elects?
And who knows what's best for anyone to get done?
Only the one on a path that is chosen...
Can detect what to expect.
From a life lived inspired by tests.
As expectations come to go,
Few can bet on what had been selected...
To satisfy what time has realized.
And only those with their eyes wide open,
Know better than those who have their eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maryann's Lament
Sculpting you in Precognition's Mind
had been my special mental preoccupation
and now
I cannot abide
ever leaving you;
your vision's
become
my sustaining aberration
gleaming it is in Perfection's Glow
and now no one
I fear
will match
its silver tones
its dulcet notes
which have now
captured me;
its vision
cannot
abide
another now
even if I
meet now
its twin.
I'd have to
lash
you and he
together
in my mind's vision
but I know that will fail
I'll ask how can
flesh and blood
compete with
crystal visions;
how can
human hands
glow
as much
as the hand
of my imaginary
love?
Perfection thus
is life's enemy
if we prefer
the vision of it
to
real live
human beings
and I
older now
am alone with it
drained
only now
realizing
visions
are nice
but will
in the end
leave you alone
with this
now cold
vision;
unsustaining
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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One Gift
(McDonaldHarrisIngram)
So many will worry
On this christmas day
But many just goes so far anyway
When the shopping is over
It's all said and done
The story's the same for everyone
'cause one gift
Already given that will stand the test of time
Love and mercy
Sweet forgiveness
A gift from god the father to all mankind
Hallelujah
[Repeat]
Christmas is special
The time that we share
The joy and the music fill the air
But let us remember
The message is clear
He sent us a savior to draw us near
With one love
From the beginning
That will span the rest of time
A child is born to a world that lies waiting
To prove our father's love for all mankind
Hallelujah
[Repeat]
This good news
The greatest gift we share
So let us have no fear
As we sing hallelujah
'cause one gift
Already given
That will stand the test of time
Love and mercy
Sweet forgiveness
A gift from god the father to all mankind
Hallelujah
[Repeat]
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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The Man In My Life
I have spoken to my father about you and,
He said we should get married.
I will always be ther for you,
Since i do love you dearly;
I am a lonely and beautiful lady,
And i need someone like you to share my love with.
Please, come closer to my heart and love me;
Because i need your love and,
I cannot sleep at night.
Please, come and let us share our nakedness together;
All day long with you in my arms,
Like the bee and the nectar.
You are all that i need,
You are all that i want,
And you are the man in my life;
Come quickly,
For i have spoken to my father about you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Foundation of Love
Trust to me
Is the foundation
Of love
You share you're lives
On a roller coaster
Of love
You share
What you learn
You share
What you love
You learn each other's
Secrets and plans
You learn to be
Together as one
Commitment and patients
Will test you through time
Pain and laughter
Go hand in hand
But what makes
This special
And what makes
This grand
Is the trust you share
Becomes love evermore
Till death do you part?
Isn't life grand
Isn't that a grand plan
poem by Kaila George
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As I Wait
Lord help my soul to gently wait, as your soon return I anticipate,
Your soon return, for your Bride, all the souls for whom you died.
That day will be a special one, when we will see God’s Only Son.
The One who died in our place, the Church shall see face to face.
On the day we hear that sound, all God’s Saints will gather round,
Gathered around The Lord above, raptured there by Christ’s Love.
When we hear that trumpet blast, we will be with The Lord at last.
We will be one big Heavenly crowd, all together up in the clouds.
Until that day that He will fulfill, I must be about The Father’s will,
For I must remain occupied, to share the reason why Christ died.
This is why Christ has sent us to be about His Father’s business,
Reaching out to every nation, and teaching them about Salvation.
While for Him I wait, I must be, faithfully pointing men to Eternity.
I must be frank with everyone, all about God’s One and Only Son.
No matter what men may say, Jesus Christ, is God’s Only Way.
Christ is the way, truth, and life, out of this dark world of strife.
So as I wait for Christ’s Return, I must help other men to learn,
Learn about the coming end, and lead them to Salvation friend.
That is why Christ has left us here, so other men could also hear,
All about His matchless Grace, so they too, can see Christ’s face.
Ready To Leave
My life is screwed my days are dome I need to die to have some fun
I need to die and leave this place and meet my father face to face!
My father is the devil you see and the evil in him is the evil in me, and no holy man can get him out of me, because its in my blood and its in my soul and the only way to get rid of it is to get rid of me hole,
my father is great my father is fun instead of sitting in a church reading a book to worship him you kill random people and spend the money you took, instead of caring about the living you talk to the dead and blow off peoples head,
so im ready to go is ready to leave so I can meet my father and finally be free.
poem by Amber Vasquez
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Kar
I am a teacher but,
Who said that i have no father? !
For my mother is her and,
I can tell you who my father is.
The jungle out there is so thick but,
I know where my father stays;
And i need to walk through versy slowly to meet his home,
For my father lives there and he is ready to meet me as well.
Kar is my name and i met you last night,
And i told you the story of my father who lives in the thick forest;
So come to my classroom and i will teach you wisdom,
For the unborn will still come out to learn from the mother.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ya'lls'gottagitupandgo!
I felt no guilt of sacrifice.
Nor need to receive acts of pity!
My path I walk has not been tried.
And obstacles I face...
I knew they were mine.
From this I did not run or hide.
I could not sit or linger to weep.
My challenges were selected.
I do not remember,
Any that were sweetened.
Or any did I conquer quickly...
To satisfy myself with as a treat!
My steps have been careful and cautiously placed.
And the clarity I've learned to use...
Is not too often amused,
By those crossing my path...
With ignorant acts.
And those ignorant of facts.
I teach...
I am not about acts of distractions.
I reach to cleanse!
Not absorb myself with teases
Of quickly gotten trash.
Not on this path I take.
My God, The Almighty wants me focused!
And He,
Is the reason Why...
I am able now on this path to stride!
And ain't no other sucker coming to pluck...
Or gonna stop to pick a fight with a Goose,
To flop!
Or do a flip to dropp slop,
On my 'do'. Not...to-day!
No way, Miguel.
Mary, Michael or Joe Monroe!
'Ya'lls'gottagitupandgo! '
Clear!
Get up and get to moving off!
You're adding shadow on my light.
And all my life I've worked to hard,
To get it to surround me.
This business I conduct is serious.
You want me to get real 'nig-er-ish? '
I didn't think so.
Then there should be no further announcement!
'And-youcangiggleifyouwant-to too! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ready to leave
My life is screwed my day's are done I need to die to have some fun
I need to die and leave this place and meet my father face to face!
My father is the devil you see and the evil in him is the evil in me,
and no holy man can get him out of me,
because its in my blood and its in my soul and the only way to get rid of it is to get rid of me hole, silver bullet pierce my chest put me down put me to rest,
my father is great my father is fun instead of sitting in a church reading a book
to worship him you kill random people and spend the money you took,
instead of caring about the living you talk to the dead and blow off peoples head,
so i'm ready to go is ready to leave so I can meet my father and finally be free.
poem by Liera Bloodheart
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Reminiscing
*note: this is taken from 5iveweb, Im not sure the lyrics are 100% true. Ill try to get the real ones soon, cos theres this missing part here too!*
Yo, Ive got a little story that Id like to address
To individuals, gotta get it off my chest
It aint about whos the best
Or five being better than the next
Were just a little different from the rest
Cos see, we got each other
When things go down
And time is just too important to be messin around
So understand not what Im trying to say
But appreciate living life day to day
So how does it feel to be the only ones
Left out in the rain cos youre phoney ones
Wake up and realise what you live is a dream
Aint gonna be there for long even though it may seem
Like a never ending story
You in it for the money or the glory
Open up your ears or ignore me
All Im tryin to do is be the man I am and be the best in this world I can
Reminiscing bout the time we used to share
If you feel it throw your hands up in the air
Time is running out, memories die
Keep movin on
Gotta keep movin on
You got to open your mind up and kick both your feet up
Ill hit you with a tale of how the five of us were meet up
Were just five guys who wanna rise to the skies
No ......... we got a vision in our eyes
Now people wanna step up and try to hold us back
They wanna try to stop us getting freaky on this track
But this is how we kick it and this is how we swing
And this is how I hit you with the funk that I bring
Now you gotta select to connect not disrespect
And you gotta learn to keep your negativity in check
Cos everybody knows what goes around comes around
Ill put it down with my sound
Reminiscing bout the time we used to share
If you feel it throw your hands up in the air
Time is running out, memories die
Keep movin on
Gotta keep movin on
Reminiscing bout the time we used to share
If you feel it throw your hands up in the air
Time is running out, memories die
Keep movin on
Gotta keep movin on
Reminiscing bout the time we used to share
If you feel it throw your hands up in the air
Time is running out, memories die
Keep movin on
Gotta keep movin on
Reminiscing bout the time we used to share
If you feel it throw your hands up in the air
Time is running out, memories die
Keep movin on
Gotta keep movin on
Reminiscing bout the time we used to share
If you feel it throw your hands up in the air
Time is running out, memories die
Keep movin on
Gotta keep movin on...
song performed by by Five
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Take All The Time You Need
We have it here on your 'record'.
Theft of a candy bar,
From a local grocery store.
What is your defense?
'That was 60years ago.
I was but 4 years old.'
And you wish us on the panel to believe,
You can be entrusted to uphold...
Our principles and standards?
What lessons since then have you learned?
'I have learned...
My tolerance to deal with 'annointed' fools,
Is a gift and a remarkable blessing.
One I have come to cherish most of my life.'
We, on this selection committee...
Are not completely sure if your response is an insult.
So we have agreed to end our assessment of your talents,
Until further notice.
'Cool. Take all the time you need.
I will be waiting with baited breath for your response.'
And yet...
There is a sincerity about you,
That keeps us enthralled.
If it was up to me you would be selected.
'Cool. Take all the time you need.
I'm sure whomever is selected,
Will fit within the confines of your vision.
I don't do limitations well,
But I can certainly try.'
There is 'something about you,
I can not put my finger on.
But it is intriguing.
You will definitely be hearing from us soon.
'Cool. Take all the time you need.
You must be the 'brains' of this outfit?
I would love working with you.'
You mean 'for' us!
'No...
I mean 'with' you.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Confess
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
When I feel I have a need,
And I please My Father...
With deeds I attempt,
And some not successfully...
My Father decides,
To then surprise.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
When I pray each day,
And express my gratefulness...
I don't take for granted,
Those blessings from My Father...
I know from Him I get.
When I find I struggle,
And I am wet with sweat...
I am comforted by My Father,
Who then allows...
My peace and rest.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
Before Him I place no 'thing' I value more.
Before My Father,
I profess a love for him that is adored.
My loyalty and devotion,
Is given without thought.
And My Father and I...
Tackle those obstacles,
He assists me to abort.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
And nothing do I have do I take for granted.
I know from 'WHOM' my gifts have come.
I know from 'WHOM' has 'allowed' this to be done!
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father Sun
Strange imaginations, children hide your secrets well
Is it not temptation, makes you kiss and makes you tell?
Theres a traveler on the airwaves, and hes pleading for my heart
Light up all the candles, Im still in the dark
Hurry operator, get redemption on the line
Pull back the curtains, I think I recognize those eyes
If love is so criminal, then my penance due
cause Im still holding onto letters written straight to you
Oh, wont you save me, father sun, father sun
I need to tell you that my life is on the run
And now you know that youre the only one
Oh, please forgive me, father sun, father sun
I swore I needed you in the back of my mind
Laid the beads upon the table, right beside the wine
It seems that we say forever, but forevers just a word
And I will be coming back for you is all I heard
Oh, wont you save me, father sun, father sun
I need to tell you that my life is on the run
And now you know that youre the only one
Oh, please forgive me, father sun, father sun
Please dont forget me, father sun, father sun
I think I hear him whispering
Put your hand in my hand and you wont feel a thing
Oh, wont you save me, father sun, father sun
I need to tell you that my life is on the run
And now you know that youre the only one
Oh, please forgive me, father sun, father sun
Oh wont you save me, father sun, father sun
I need to tell you that my life is on the run
And now you know that youre the only one
Oh wont you save me, father sun, father sun
Oh wont you save me, father sun, father sun
Oh wont you save me, save me, save me, save me, save me, father sun
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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What Will They Not Be Getting
What will they not be getting,
By attending a public school...
That the students in public schools,
Receive on a daily basis?
How about a quality education?
Supported by the protection,
Of Secret Service personnel.
A 'take-no-prisoners' mother!
Solid and firm!
A doting grandmother...
Who is reminiscent of Madame Butterfly.
And a father who is President,
Of the United States.
Not to underestimate the teachers.
But no one needs to lose a gamble...
That they have been selected and qualified,
To teach.
And not meet in the teacher's lounge,
Planning retirements or complaining...
About the discipline of the children.
An education they will certainly be getting!
One that can be applied,
To ensure a quality of life lived.
For the rest of their lives!
Whether they try or not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A Little While
Got a ticket coming home,
Wish the officer had known
What a day today has been.
Then I stumbled through the door,
Dropping junk mail on the floor.
When will this day end?
But then your letter caught my eye,
Brought the hope in me to life,
cause you know me very well,
And I bet you wrote me
Just to tell me,
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
Boy, that letter hit the spot--
Made me think of all Ive got,
And all that waits for me.
Guess Ive known it all day long;
Wonder where my thoughts went wrong.
When will my heart believe?
Waking half way through the night,
Reaching toward the lamp for light,
Picking up the word I find;
Heres another letter
To remind me.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
Days like these are just a test of our will.
Will we walk or will we fall?
Well, I can almost see the top of the hill,
And I believe its worth it all.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
song performed by by Amy Grant
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