Words of Hypocrisy
I see with my eyes
But I am told
My mind should not believe.
I hear with my ears,
Whispers and jeers!
Words of hypocrisy.
My heart stays hopeful,
For wishes to come true.
And when I see them delivered...
You say they belong to you.
A habit once done you enjoyed to do!
Yet...
You appear uncomfortable,
Attempting to stride...
In my custom made shoes.
Trying to interpret life!
From a misunderstood,
Demented point of view
Pursued to spoil with spite.
Blinded you are without insight!
Nothing did or done that you do...
Succeeds,
Fool or subdue even a few!
Since the me you're trying to be,
Isn't you...it's me!
Whom you perceive...
Lives a life that is such a breeze!
I see with my eyes,
But I am told...
My mind should not believe.
I hear with my ears,
Whispers and jeers!
Words of hypocrisy.
My heart stays hopeful,
For wishes to come true.
And when I see them delivered...
You say they belong to you.
Yet...
You appear uncomfortable,
Attempting to stride...
In my custom made shoes.
Trying to interpret a way life!
From a misunderstood,
Point of view pursued.
Dimmed without light.
Nothing did or done...
Succeeds,
Or is right!
Since the me you're trying to be,
Isn't you! ...it is me!
Whom you perceive...
Lives a life that is such a breeze!
And watching this...
From a distance I resisted,
Makes me glad I didn't struggle to keep...
Something taken,
That awakens you shakened,
And now makes you restless...
Weeping unable to sleep!
Thinking my journey would be easy to take,
Without knowing the obstacles...
Or the path of hurdles dodged I take.
Crept to leap with steps of faith.
Leaving none undone...
Or wanting to leave any left faked!
And that which you have taken away from me,
Has left one of us clearly in heartbreak!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misunderstood
Little old man contemplates
Suicide twice a day
Lifes passed him by
Little old woman scared and blind
Left alone in desperate times
Lifes passed her by
(chorus)
Oh, life its misunderstood them
So they close their eyes
And dream of better days
Oh, life its misunderstood, yeah
Lifes not always fair or so they say
Little boy with vacant eyes
Daddy wont be home tonight
And he dont know why
His mother she sits alone
Tangled in the web shes sewn
She lives lie to lie
(chorus)
Strangled, caged, left alone
Doin time in a broken home
Feelin left to die
Im a product of your troubled ways
You made me what I am today
Now youre askin why
Oh, life its misunderstood me
So I close my eyes
And dream of better days
Oh, life its misunderstood me
Lifes not always fair or so they say
Restless soul deep inside
Searches for some piece of mind
Livin just to die
Im an angry man I always have
Had to fight to survive my past
Sign of these times
Life, its misunderstood me
And I know, know youve been there too
Time lets a restless soul fade away
Lifes not always fair
Lifes not always fair
Or so they say
Yeah, life its misunderstood me
So I close my eyes
And dream of a better day
Oh, life its misunderstood me
Lifes not always fair
Lifes not always fair
Or so they say
Little boy with hopeful eyes
Daddys comin home tonight
So dont you cry
song performed by by Motley Crue
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An Honest Self Examination
I am not one to assess another's flaws,
With wishes they perceive my view of life.
I can not say who should rid themselves of them,
To correct themselves to make things for them right.
An honest self examination that self assesses,
Delivers to one an insight.
And if one lives in fear of honesty...
Any heard believed is a critique of their beliefs,
Does not bring them peace of mind...
But keeps them in a state that makes them uptight.
And I have rescued myself from being judge and jury.
I possess an insight that was not achieved overnight.
And I am going to feel blessed.
I can not feel I've been delivered with abilities to assess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Love Belongs To You
My nights belong to the sandman
'Cause I sure like a dream
My morning's belong to the wild-woods
'Cause I like to hear the birds sing
My soul belongs to heaven
My feet belong to my shoes
Oh, but baby my love belongs to you
My thoughts belong on tomorrow
'Cause today is all but gone
My memories belong on yesterday
'Cause I like to recall
My wishes belong upon a star
'Cause I believe they come true
But baby my love belongs to you
My love belongs to you
You and only you
These words are my heart talking
Believe me girl they're true
--- Instrumental ---
Oh, my wishes belong upon a star
'Cause I believe they come true
Oh, but my baby you know my love belongs to you
But baby my love belongs to you!...
song performed by by Alabama
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Salvini In America
Come, gentlemen-your gold.
Thanks: welcome to the show.
To hear a story told
In words you do not know.
Now, great Salvini, rise
And thunder through your tears,
Aha! friends, let your eyes
Interpret to your ears.
Gods! 't is a goodly game.
Observe his stride-how grand!
When legs like his declaim
Who can misunderstand?
See how that arm goes round.
It says, as plain as day:
'I love,' 'The lost is found,'
'Well met, sir,' or, 'Away!'
And mark the drawing down
Of brows. How accurate
The language of that frown:
Pain, gentlemen-or hate.
Those of the critic trade
Swear it is all as clear
As if his tongue were made
To fit an English ear.
Hear that Italian phrase!
Greek to your sense, 't is true;
But shrug, expression, gaze
Well, they are Grecian too.
But it is Art! God wot
Its tongue to all is known.
Faith! he to whom 't were not
Would better hold his own.
Shakespeare says act and word
Must match together true.
From what you've seen and heard,
How can you doubt they do?
Enchanting drama! Mark
The crowd 'from pit to dome',
One box alone is dark
The prompter stays at home.
Stupendous artist! You
Are lord of joy and woe:
We thrill if you say 'Boo,'
And thrill if you say 'Bo.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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True
Sun come shining through
You are still dreaming
I can hardly believe it
Im here with you
Lying in you arms
I hear you breathing
I tried to capture the moment
That I share with you
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Tell me this is true
Drowning in your eyes
Your heart is beating
The world outside it feels so cold
But its warm here with you
Hours they go by
My love keeps growing
Its like we live in slow motion
Im so lost in you
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Tell me this is true
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
Can this be true
I belong to you
You belong to me
I cant believe its true
song performed by by Lasgo
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No Need to Answer
If you have not walked in my shoes...
Cried with my eyes.
Suffered disrespect,
Or hid a feeling
No one would understand if shown.
You have no comments to make.
Or could you ever recreate my journey!
You may try.
But my path was not without obstacles,
You may fantasize as an easy walk...
Believed paved.
If you have not walked in my shoes...
I'm sure the heat of the streets,
Will not provide you with the comfort
You perceive your feet would find!
See those valleys and mountains behind me?
Through them I had to climb!
After crawling through thorns,
Of clawing emotions to remove to get there!
Do you think how you feel,
Stays on my mind?
No need to answer!
It doesn't.
Nor does your critique,
Of how I managed to beat the odds.
Your opinions of my life...
Are not valued!
I have already deemed my experiences,
As mine and priceless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Easier The Comformity
It is easy to interpret a misunderstanding,
If that is what one wishes.
It is easy for one to choose conflict,
If 'that' is what one wishes.
It is comfortable for some,
To see others from a distance.
To observe them not as they exist.
But what they've been told.
Since no emotions have been exchanged...
To acknowledge truth,
Face to face.
Or any touching visit.
It is easy to interpret a misunderstanding,
If that is what one wishes.
It is easy for one to choose conflict,
If 'that' is what one wishes.
And the easier the comformity to what one believes...
Becomes that which is wished to inflict upon one's consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Want To Hear It From You
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from someone who knows how it is
All the second-hand words seem to get in my way
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it again
I want to know if the soft scented touch of your lips
Must be taken away like a mothers first kiss to the life that she gives
Ive got a right to get it straight from you
To give my life a different point of view
To find a way to keep from losing you
If you dont know what to say
To understand is my life and the question is why
You should cry in the night while your eyes look away
Every time that I speak and theres nothing to say
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from you
Let me know how you feel
Youve got to make up your mind
Tell me where I can run
When my roof tumbles in
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from you
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Some Can't Hear the Words
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Wednesday, September 05,2001
There's another child that's lost their way
Living their life just for today
There's another youth that lives on the street
They have no shoes upon their feet
They've lost their youth and now they're old
Who will give them shelter from the cold?
The world is dieing there's no love
Waiting for intervention from above
Some can't hear the worlds just the song
Some can't remember where they belong
Some are just blinded by the light
Some has vision but lacking sight
Head over heels they are falling
They can't even hear that God is calling
Blinded by despair for no one cares
Just hold out your hands and he'll be there
There's another girl that has no home
Her stepfather won't leave her alone
Now she's decided to run away
Had to turn to prostitution to make her pay
She sole her soul, her mind, her body
She's living a life style not to healthy
She's got no hope for tomorrow
She's living a life of pure sorrow
There's another boy that got locked up
So he decides he's had enough
Can't find no work, no job, no pay
He turns to drugs to make it through the day
He said leave me alone I'm doing no harm
But look at the tracks upon his arms
Robbing and looting at the point of a knife
Last night someone finally took his life
Some can't hear the worlds just the song
Some can't remember where they belong
Some are just blinded by the light
Some has vision but lacking sight
Head over heels they are falling
They can't even hear that God is calling
Blinded by despair for no one cares
Just hold out your hands and he'll be there
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Eyes and Ears
They have the ears to listen, but have not a heart to hear,
The many words of wisdom, that comes from Godly fear.
They have the eyes to see, but they just cannot perceive,
That from the God of eternity, His Son they must receive.
God above gets no thought, as they live their earthly life,
And His will is never sought, so they don’t look to Christ.
Mindful not, of God’s Love, made available to everyone,
Through the Savior up above, Jesus Christ His only Son.
Christ the Truth and the Light, sent down for all mankind,
Sent to give all new sight, to renew both heart and mind,
As the hope and life of men, for a world quite depraved,
Not sent down to condemn, but that men may be saved.
And saved unto Eternal Life, granted by a loving Creator,
Set free from eternal strife, through our Lord and Savior.
To convict all, with The Word, Christ sent His Holy Spirit,
To open up a hardened heart, of those who would hear it.
Now saved by God’s Grace, then given new eyes to see,
With their heart they embrace, Christ The Lord of Eternity.
To become a living sacrifice, and give all their life to Him,
Who paid God’s eternal price, saving us from a life of sin.
(Copyright ©07/2007)
Abnormal
One who has lived a life protected,
With an encouragement...
To fear the making of mistakes.
Is destined to live an insecure existence.
With drama to traumatize on a daily basis.
They have been conditioned,
To perceive those who live their lives...
As they wish,
To be the ones abnormal.
With mental issues left to go unaddressed.
Although,
Those depicted as being 'abnormal'...
Are less inclined to be found,
Passing judgement on others as seen all around...
From a self righteous point of view pursued with conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Concern To Prove
Who could better interpret,
From my point of view...
Those experiences I've had,
My whole life through...
From the day of my birth?
Could you do it?
To me that has to be proven.
And if I should become sick,
Or sustain an uncomfortable bruise...
Guess who would rush to my aid,
With concern to prove they do...
Showing interest in my healing process too?
And don't mention yourself.
Because that for a fact would not be you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Not Been To Jerusalem
No one told me it was easy
No one told me that this life
Would be only joy and happiness
And lacking any strife.
No one told me it was easy
No one said it was a breeze
With no problems on the journey
And just doing as I please.
No one told me that my future
Would be more troubled than my past
For I was young and optimistic
And lived each day as if my last.
No one told me that those black clouds
Would not be followed by blue skies
For I believed in providence
And no failure could be mine.
No one told me that this blackness
Would come a’knocking at my door
No one told me that my circumstance
Would not be hopeful anymore.
No one told me, no one told me
And I’m past remembering
The day those storm clouds gathered
And then dark was everything.
No one sees me, no one sees me
And I do not wonder why
For I simply am a virus
That makes problems multiply.
When I see you, when I see you
When my shadow hides your sun
Please look at me as who I am
Not what I have not done.
When you see me, when you see me
And you wonder where I’ve been
I’ve not been to Jerusalem
But to somewhere in between.
poem by David Keig
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Borne By The Wind
what if i made you a pair of shoes,
from the soles of these tired feet?
and gave you a lantern,
lit by the fire in these eyes...
would you walk naked in the darkness
down the path past the creek,
to the small clearing where stillness waits?
would you sit neath the tree,
bent with time like me?
would you eat from the bowl,
made of the hollow of my heart?
would you close your eyes and listen,
with the ears of my soul?
till you hear the name that god whispers,
borne by the wind of this love....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You
Maurice white, david foster & brenda russel
She was naive, and never knew
Back against the world--her dreams came true
There is a mirror in her eyes,
All the world with cherry painted skies
I would be a fool, not to notice who,
Can make me want to give it all
Oh, and now, Im a happy soul
That love has got a hold
And I know that love wont let me fall
You--light the way, you brighten up my day
You make me want to stay,
I guess you know that Im in love with you
Its true, you changed my point of view,
And now I look at life, the way you do,
With a beauty shining thru
When I am true with my dreams
Life is so sincere, in what it means
I am truly hypnotized--with a love
That took me by surprise
I would be a fool, not to notice who,
Can make me want to give it all
Oh and now, love is so profound.
I need your love around to open yp,
This lonely heart
You--light the way, you brighten up my day
You make me want to stay,
I guess you know that Im in love with you
Its true, you changed my point of view,
And now I look at life, the way you do,
With a beauty shining thru
You-light the way, you brighten up my day
You make me want to stay,
I guess you know that Im in love with you
Its true, you changed my point of view,
You make it all seem right,
Id love to share my life, with you
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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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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I Do Not Belong
Slave to the mind
It’s hard to find
The place that I belong....
Slave to the soul
I have played my role
To find where I belong
I do not belong here
I have done payed my fare
Why can’t I leave death?
I try until my last breath
You hold me here, hoping I’ll break
The happiness I hold is oh, so fake
I’m lost truly forgotten
In this world so begotten
I think now...why Death? Why hold me here?
And he answers.....Because of your fear
(Death) If I let you out you’ll get scared
(Death) Down here you have done fared
(Death) Very well I think isn’t depression joy?
I think not for a 14 year old boy...
I will leave Death, just you wait
(Death) I had you born on that fatal date!
(Death) Friday the Thirteenth I had you born
(Death) To have you walk this land as scorned
(Death) This is why I had you made
(Death) Depression is just a black parade
You had me made to live life of hate?
With this I will retaliate
I will fight against you, Death with all my might
To get past my petty fright
I’m afraid of life you know this Death
So you dragged me here into this depth
For the better of me? To help me be safe?
Ha! Your lies are beginning to chafe
(Death) But it’s true young child I only wished to help
Silence Death! Your voice is that of a young whelp!
I shall listen no longer I’m making my escape!
And leave to to this horrible fate
(Death) You think you can leave? Just like that?
(Death) I honor your courage with a tip of my hate
(Death) But you cannot escape here....It’s in your mind
In my mind you say? So devine!
I am in control of my mind
(Death) No, your not your just a fool
A fool who is stronger than you!
(Death) Stronger than Death? I think not
(Death) And now I will leave you here to rot
I’m over my fear and I will leave here
I’m leaving now Good Bye my dear
(Death) what’s this? Your truly leaving? But depression is your life!
I shall leave this world with a thrust of my knife
(Death) The world you say? Would you really?
I would do so absent-mindedly...
(Death) But we are here in your own mind
(Death) Would you kill yourself? I can’t really find
(Death) any doubt in your words...so ill leave just fine......
I have conquered you Death you said you were stronger!
....The lesson learned is I couldn’t be wronger
Death was warning me of the hates of this world
Makes everyone I know need to hurl
A lost love, a lost hope, a lost dream
Life isn’t as easy as it once seemed
That wasn’t Death I know this now
It was my own depression and it took its bow
It did a number on me I won’t recover
Not until a find another
Person just like me so we can talk
Maybe just take a little walk
And speak of our problems so we may be
Happy just like the world may seem
I have not found where I belong
But I am content with my little song
Made me feel better knowing the truths
Knowing my mind is aged well over my youth
With this my farewell I leave you here
Hoping that you know I hold all my friends dear
Written by Lucas Howes AKA Iruuka Blackheart
poem by Iruuka Blackheart
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The Klondike
Never mind the day we left, or the day the women clung to us;
All we need now is the last way they looked at us.
Never mind the twelve men there amid the cheering—
Twelve men or one man, ’t will soon be all the same;
For this is what we know: we are five men together,
Five left o’ twelve men to find the golden river.
Far we came to find it out, but the place was here for all of us;
Far, far we came, and here we have the last of us.
We that were the front men, we that would be early,
We that had the faith, and the triumph in our eyes:
We that had the wrong road, twelve men together,—
Singing when the devil sang to find the golden river.
Say the gleam was not for us, but never say we doubted it;
Say the wrong road was right before we followed it.
We that were the front men, fit for all forage,—
Say that while we dwindle we are front men still;
For this is what we know tonight: we’re starving here together—
Starving on the wrong road to find the golden river.
Wrong, we say, but wait a little: hear him in the corner there;
He knows more than we, and he’ll tell us if we listen there—
He that fought the snow-sleep less than all the others
Stays awhile yet, and he knows where he stays:
Foot and hand a frozen clout, brain a freezing feather,
Still he’s here to talk with us and to the golden river.
“Flow,” he says, “and flow along, but you cannot flow away from us;
All the world’s ice will never keep you far from us;
Every man that heeds your call takes the way that leads him—
The one way that’s his way, and lives his own life:
Starve or laugh, the game goes on, and on goes the river;
Gold or no, they go their way—twelve men together.
“Twelve,” he says, “who sold their shame for a lure you call too fair for them—
You that laugh and flow to the same word that urges them:
Twelve who left the old town shining in the sunset,
Left the weary street and the small safe days:
Twelve who knew but one way out, wide the way or narrow:
Twelve who took the frozen chance and laid their lives on yellow.
“Flow by night and flow by day, nor ever once be seen by them;
Flow, freeze, and flow, till time shall hide the bones of them;
Laugh and wash their names away, leave them all forgotten,
Leave the old town to crumble where it sleeps;
Leave it there as they have left it, shining in the valley,—
Leave the town to crumble down and let the women marry.
“Twelve of us or five,” he says, “we know the night is on us now:
Five while we last, and we may as well be thinking now:
Thinking each his own thought, knowing, when the light comes,
Five left or none left, the game will not be lost.
Crouch or sleep, we go the way, the last way together:
Five or none, the game goes on, and on goes the river.
“For after all that we have done and all that we have failed to do,
Life will be life and a world will have its work to do:
Every man who follows us will heed in his own fashion
The calling and the warning and the friends who do not know:
Each will hold an icy knife to punish his heart’s lover,
And each will go the frozen way to find the golden river.”
There you hear him, all he says, and the last we’ll ever get from him.
Now he wants to sleep, and that will be the best for him.
Let him have his own way—no, you needn’t shake him—
Your own turn will come, so let the man sleep.
For this is what we know: we are stalled here together—
Hands and feet and hearts of us, to find the golden river.
And there’s a quicker way than sleep? … Never mind the looks of him:
All he needs now is a finger on the eyes of him.
You there on the left hand, reach a little over—
Shut the stars away, or he’ll see them all night:
He’ll see them all night and he’ll see them all tomorrow,
Crawling down the frozen sky, cold and hard and yellow.
Won’t you move an inch or two—to keep the stars away from him?
—No, he won’t move, and there’s no need of asking him.
Never mind the twelve men, never mind the women;
Three while we last, we’ll let them all go;
And we’ll hold our thoughts north while we starve here together,
Looking each his own way to find the golden river.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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No Incentive to Capture a Fresh Thought
There is so much that people miss.
So much that 'skips' their understanding.
No exploration of thought,
Brings to them full comprehension.
No mental stimulation is going on in their minds.
The world is defined by them...
As it has been delivered.
There is so much that people miss.
So much emptiness exists,
Between their ears.
Conditioned to be limited,
And from that they view
Is the sum total of their lives!
Some have committed suicide...
That's how shallow their egos felt inside!
There is so much that people miss.
Debating it in mindless arguments...
Makes no sense when that is witnessed.
Attempting to sway one's way with another...
Seems to be likened to a dog chasing its tail.
Or running after cars!
There is a need...
But what is that need feeding?
There is so much that people miss.
So much about 'this'...
This life!
They leave to go unadventured!
With no incentive to capture a fresh thought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Passing Through
Although my light has shown,
And continues to clear my path.
There are those who stand by watching,
Without a firm grasp on a task...
Or one cared enough to master.
And I hold onto my light so tight.
Even in the darkest of night,
It is in my sight and delivers...
A sight that builds my appetite,
To 'hear' the jeers and whispers!
I snack on that as motivation swells.
An act that attracts my vocation to excell.
And I wont stop to dwell on diminished insight.
Not as bright as I keep my light burning!
I don't mind passing through them.
To hear of recipes that screwed him...
Or her!
I just don't want them blocking my way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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