Wooed to Be Woed, Again!
The inability to use deductive reasoning.
Campaigning unwittingly to be freed of fear.
Being influenced more by those who deceive.
Disbelieving the truth after it is received.
And perceiving someone a friend,
When they have proven to have been an enemy.
And 'this' has been seen while there on the scene.
Increases the feeding of the visible misery index.
'I've been wooed to be woed, again! '
And...
I must say,
In quite a poetic reflection you've given.
Now maybe after giving it some thought,
The woeing that resulted from the wooing done...
Will no longer be pursued if 'you' are not the wooer.
Especially without prior mind to heart communication!
That should end all of those boo-hoos if you so choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Mind Pushes Me Away, Your Heart Aches
Your mind pushes me away, your heart aches;
I assure you of our truth, whilst my heart breaks;
You are so afeared, that your fear became your reality-
Yet, there is but one way to rid yourself of this duality-
One day at a time, step closer in OUR direction,
Where I shall be already, to offer the protection
Of my love, strength and other-wordly faith,
In the love that we fashioned, through the miles, from a wraith;
Beloved, though we speak not, I call out to you,
And tell you that is ok to be brave-I am not saying what to do,
But merely I proffer salient advice knowing the truth of YOUR dreams-
I do this not for my own gain, nor for anything but what seems
Now to be surreal, where I know the opposite is true;
Love is truth, truth is love; fear is deceit, and deceit led you
To temporarily push away what you have dreamt for all your life,
Fear is your enemy, not I-fear caused this chasm, this strife!
I did not push you too fast, yet for same
I now am accused, and falsely take blame;
You did not use me to get over anyone,
Nor did you deceive just me, yet bludgeon
Only me, with anger over fear-I am NOT the enemy
I am the love that you have held guard over-it is in me
And not else lives there-not animus, nor do I possess baggage
From my past-holding on to the past has caused enough damage;
I would lovingly advise that you do the same, both as it relates to you and to me,
And finally accept the love that we two share, to be
The only 'reality' that you keep in your heart and mind-
Leave the past just where it belongs-behind
Us, both in time and as lessons learned-
It is what you deserve, and I know I have earned;
Become what you have always wanted to become,
At your own pace, but do not allow irration to be so cumbersome
As to alter what you know as real,
The truth of your heart, what you you truly feel!
poem by Maurice Harris
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To Infest and Manifest
Why do they glare?
Those who stop to stare...
With a bringing of their gloom,
To pollute environments everywhere.
Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Judges Of Appearances.
Police to guard values and standards...
Molding with age and on the decrease.
Why do they restrict to insist,
Those of ethnic differences...
Should from themselves be distanced quick.
With minds influenced by ignorance,
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Or police to guard what's valued...
Hypocritically!
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be You Pursued
Be you pursued!
This day.
Be you,
With patience kept.
Freed of memories,
Bringing tears to eyes...
Once wept now dry.
Be you pursued!
This day.
With a closed not to openly inspect,
Treasure chest.
Waiting for that special one to come,
And identify a suffering done now overcomed to go.
With a showering of light that bestows clear and cloudless sky.
Be You,
Pursued.
Don't give away what has been given to you,
As a gift...
For all that you have been through.
Reveal that treasured chest to only the best.
To an open heart that connects and sparks start.
Protect your assets.
With the best invest your mind and time.
Be you now pursued!
With a self worth you know is valued.
To be recognized by the one who knows life...
As you do too!
Be you...
Pursued to be cherished.
And be loved by the one for you,
Who is true.
Be you now that one pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living With The Enemy
I gave you all that you wanted
and still you come back for more
You say that you're brokenhearted
but then you walk out the door
Maybe it is time for us to say goodbye
Where are the tears you never cried?
Hey baby what you got on your mind
are you looking for some sympathy?
I can tell you if it's a truth or a lie
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy
You got me going in circles,
I'm slowly loosing my head
What did I do to deserve this,
you make me wish I was dead
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll be on my way
See you around another day
Hey baby what you doin' tonite?
Are you giving me the perfect dream
I'm so tired and I don't wanna fight
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy,enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Theories of Beliefs
False information to spread intentionally,
On those unwittingly being honest with themselves...
And with others they come to socialize in exchanging chats,
Calls for an immediate and total communication shutdown.
A stopping of that.
Causing the culprits doing this,
To find their own integrities picked apart.
Quicker than the lies they told to sensationalize,
Their own lives.
With theories of beliefs they add to what has been said.
It is best to get off a hot stove,
Than to remain sitting on it...
Perceiving a controlling of the heat,
Is kept discreet.
Which is an impossibility with small minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Warning: to Aurelius
I commend myself and my love to you,
Aurelius. I ask for modest indulgence,
so, if you’ve ever had a desire in your mind
you’ve pursued chastely and purely,
keep this boy of mine modestly safe,
I don’t speak to the masses – nothing to fear
from those who pass to and fro in the streets
occupied with their business –
truly the fear’s of you and your cock
dangerous to both good and bad boys.
Shake it about as you please, and with as much
force as you please, wherever you choose, outside:
I except him from that, with modesty, I think.
But if tempests of mind, and mad passion
impel you to too much sin, you wretch,
so you fill my boy’s head with deceptions,
then let misery, and evil fate, be yours!
Of him whom, with feet dragged apart, an open door,
radishes and mullets pass through.
poem by Gaius Valerius Catullus
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In My Mind Am I My Enemy
If I get upset.
Regret those limits met.
In my mind am I...
My,
Enemy?
You,
Can't free me!
No way.
Until,
I know...
What that freedom means,
To me!
You,
Can't free me!
No way.
Until,
I know...
What that freedom means,
To me!
If I live in doubt.
And voice this from my mouth,
From dawn until the night falls...
Am,
I...
Free?
If I get upset.
Regret those limits met.
In my mind am I...
My,
Enemy?
If I live in doubt.
Are my needs freed?
And voice this from my mouth.
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Are my needs freed?
Regret those limits met.
Are my needs freed?
If I live in doubt.
Are my needs freed?
And voice this from my mouth.
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Are my needs freed?
Regret those limits met.
Are my needs freed?
You,
Can't free me!
No way.
Until,
I know...
What that freedom means,
To me!
No 'you',
Can't free me!
No way.
Until,
I know...
What that really means,
To me!
If I live in doubt.
Are my needs freed?
And voice this from my mouth.
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Are my needs freed?
Regret those limits met.
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Regret those limits met.
In my mind am I...
My,
Enemy?
And...
Are my needs freed?
And...
Are my needs freed?
And...
Are my needs freed?
And...
Are my needs freed?
If I get upset.
Regret those limits met.
In my mind am I...
My,
Enemy?
AND...
Are my needs freed?
AND...
Are my needs freed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Giving Power To
Given power to...
Upset and disconnect.
And...
Reject the best.
And...
Exaggerate and stretch,
A lie to make it true...
Is done,
And with a motive.
But,
The giving power to...
Fix and uplift with hope,
Flows with a flushing...
Down the drain.
The giving power to...
Upset and disconnect.
And...
Reject the best.
Is...
What people do!
Yes,
The giving power to...
Fix and uplift with hope,
Flows with a flushing...
Down the drain.
And that is true.
Yes...
The giving power to,
Truth, peace and happiness...
As best as it can get,
Is not pursued.
No...
The giving power to,
Truth, peace and happiness...
As yet,
Is not...
Done to do.
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
NO!
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What an ememy won't
a enemy won't help you in a fight
a friend is there wether you're wrong or right
a enemy wont catch you if you fall
a friend is someone you can always call
a enemy doesn't care if you feel sad
...a friend is there thru good and bad
a enemy is not a friend hes fake
a friend will give but not take
a enemy to hurt you will always find a way
but a friend will always be there until your last day
poem by Conan Edogawa
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No Small Doubt
Satan starts with a small doubt, when it’s God who’s talked about,
Satan takes a well grounded fool, and uses him as a spiritual tool,
One sharpened tool for deceit, for Satan’s goal of spiritual defeat,
As victory through Christ is yours, but, the enemy subtly implores,
That one soul to join the lost, and become an enemy of the Cross.
It may be someone that you know, though a friend, a spiritual foe,
Maybe a family member, or two, who spiritually disagree with you,
They might not even be aware, when used by the prince of the air,
That serpent and the father of lies, going for that spiritual demise,
Of men and women everywhere, who regarding Truth, do not care.
Satan makes inroads all the time, to sway the heart and the mind,
So that they will reject God’s Son, Christ who came for everyone,
From doubt he moves to deceive, and even men, who do believe,
So that their influence for The Lord, upon others, may go ignored,
As Satan uses everybody he can, even those who are Born Again.
With some doubt he brings dismay, causing clouds along the way,
Clouds of darkness and despair, to assert that God does not care,
But not only does The Lord care, He defeated the prince of the air,
Though Satan will lie until the end, he cannot defeat God my friend,
Who alone, can set all men free, as they accept Truth from Calvary.
It is no small doubt my friend, as Satan works to produce your end,
An end that goes beyond the grave, for all who God does not save,
Not because He can’t; He died for all, but, Satan induces man’s fall,
Man’s enemy in this Age of Grace, so The Truth they won’t embrace,
Inciting doubt, his deceptive breath, moves men to an eternal death.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
As The Spirit Fills
Verse by verse and line by line; The Spirit fills the heart and mind.
The Spirit moves on a scribe, to pen the words down deep inside.
God uses men to reach the world, with a message for us to herald.
Some may speak while other men, The Lord above uses their pen.
Apostles would speak The Word, and men believed as they heard.
It was God’s Word they received, that would lead them to believe.
As New Believers they would go, and share so others could know,
The saving Grace of Jesus Christ, so they too could have New Life.
As The Truth began to spread, many would use parchment instead.
And The Truth many would heed, from words that they would read.
Either way, God’s Truth we share, with all those for whom we care.
Allow The Spirit to move your heart, so God’s Truth we can impart.
My friend, God will use anyone, to share The Truth about His Son.
Using any form of communication, to reach the lost with Salvation.
Join the Apostles and Prophets of old, sharing Truth till all are told,
About The Lord and Savior above, sent to all by The Father’s Love.
God still moves upon men today, helping us with the words to say,
For me the verses seem to flow, while The Spirit helps me to grow.
As I write the words aren’t mine, for my source is above and Divine.
It is The Spirit who fills my pen, and to this friend, I just say Amen.
(Copyright ©01/2006)
Through The Panes of Stained Glass
With reality as clear,
As seeing through gleaming clean glass...
Why is it that 'stained' windows installed,
Appear to be assorted with various colors?
And those colors shine on hypocrites stalled,
Deliberately in prayer to be freed of deceit.
The kind that feeds a greed,
For more selfish needing.
And why can't those fed selfish deeds,
Not see truth?
A truth pursued but not received,
Upon delivery from that One which creates...
'Believability'.
To have its 'reason' falsified.
'No one can see through the panes of stained glass! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep On Giving Me Love
Oh, you told me you were burned by holy water,
And the priest forgot the words
He was trying to say.
It seems your best friend
Is your own reflection,
And no promise of love
Is gonna make you wanna stay.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
You got fox eyes,
They burn like a sunrise,
You got a walk that makes a mans blood turn to wine.
You bought and sold me
For you lover,
As long as you feed me good, baby, I dont mind.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
(solo)
So you told me you were burned by holy water,
And the priest forgot the words
He was trying to say.
It seems your best friend
Is your own reflection,
And no promise of love
Is gonna make you wanna stay.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
song performed by by Whitesnake
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Enemy / A Friend.
a enemy will always snitch,
a friend likes you wether your poor or rich,
a enemy won't help you in a fight,
a friend is there wether you're wrong or right,
a enemy hurts you day and night,
a friend is like family you're always tight,
a enemy wont catch you if you fall,
a friend is someone you can always call,
a enemy doesn't care if you stay alive,
a friend doesn't let you drink and drive,
a enemy doesn't care if you feel sad,
a friend is there thru good and bad,
a enemy is not a friend hes fake,
a friend will give but not take,
a enemy will try to hit up your girl,
a friend will help you confront the world,
a enemy borrows money and doesn't pay you back,
a friend will always have your back,
a enemy to hurt you will always find a way,
but a friend will always be there until your last day.
01/23/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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Just a Matter Of Perception
Father?
Should I give them a clue,
As to whose rules these are?
Or WHO chose them to play?
I'm having too much fun.
Why should I let 'their' frustrations,
Get in 'my' way?
They have no idea,
What they have started with their wickedness.
And what has initiated...
In new ways,
Why some folks have displayed their mischieviousness...
In such a deviousness today.
And even though it is just a matter of perception...
I want to let them know how their perceptions,
Are being received.
If they only knew,
'How' you were watching their every move...
They would choose to pray.
For real and with devoted faith!
'My son?
You would love to give away 'all' of my secrets.
Wouldn't you? '
Well...
Not exactly!
I just want to 'enlighten' them a bit.
You know...
Set them straight!
'I'm 'perceiving' your arrogance as getting obnoxious!
A little be to the 'right'...
And you'd be hopping on my last nerve!
I give you a little power.
And you are ready to emblazen your image,
On the face of the Sun! '
OH! No!
No, Your Highness!
I don't want nobody to know I've got it like that!
I'm in the humility business.
That's the way I want those perceptions of me kept!
'Good!
Good choice!
All I've ask of you,
Is to do your 'communication' thing...
As creative as possible.
And mind your business.
That's all.
I don't need for you to wave a magic wand! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped Within My Reflection
Standing here stairing into this mirror
My reflection stairing back at me
A tear dropp falls down its cheek
Wiping my face but nothing there
The mirror begins to cloud
My reflection starts to shiver
Placing my hand on this now cold surface
My reflection slowly places his hand against mine
My reflection breathes onto the mirror
As writting appears 'HELP ME'
My mind telling me its not real
But my eyes never fail
My heart beats faster
My soul trapped within this mirror
All along, here in front of me
Stairing me in the face
My reflection banging for freedom
Seems so real as the mirror shakes
Suddenly overcome with this strange feeling
I throw my fist to the mirror
Cracks begin to form
As my reflection stands still and smiles
Shattering into a million pieces
A sensation feeling travels through my body
Looking down i see my reflection
Tainted red as blood falls
A shard of mirror stuck in my hand
A message appears
'You Freed Me - You Freed Your Soul'
There To Visit And Released
A truth hidden and unknown,
Eventually exposed and shown...
To be what it is,
Whether at night or in broad daylight...
Is difficult to create escapes to make,
By those who had relied upon the giving of false faces.
Even their own shadows in dark places intimidates.
With no where they can go to be believed,
To expect a warm welcoming to be received.
Since once truth is seen for all that it is,
It becomes impossible to fake or substitute.
Ask anyone confined in the mind by their misdeeds.
And experiencing a fear to be left alone anywhere.
Especially if truth has been there to visit and released.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet Misery
Oh, sweet misery
why don't you join me for the day
come out, come out
where ever you are
I figured we come out and play
sweet misery, sweet misery
I need you now more then ever
you left without a warning
I thought we'd always stay together
oh, sweet misery
is it time for hide and seek?
I'm looking for you
searching for you
but you won't make a peep
Sweet misery, sweet misery
don't give me a tough time
I just want to keep you forever
treat you just like you're mines
Oh, sweet misery
do you know you're all i have?
You just lead the way
I'll follow your path
Sweet misery, sweet misery
I can't go on with out you
are you giving up on me?
you know you're not allowed to
Oh, sweet misery
Yes, you have arrived
I knew you'd never leave me
I forgot to look inside.
poem by Vanessa Mercado
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