You Can Plead a Defeating If You Wish
Keep up your pace steady.
If you've made claims to be ready.
I am determined to reach...
The fresh blowing winds,
Only found at summit peaks.
A panting done to replace escaping air...
And threatening to lose one's breath,
Will not curtail the placement of my steps.
This journey was not meant to share.
I'm not here to listen to your regrets.
You can plead a defeating if you wish.
But don't think that I will sympathize with it.
Not I.
My eyes are on mountaintops too high!
You wanted to give this 'trip' a try!
This is not a 'trip' with me.
This with me is 'do' or 'die'.
You can plead a defeating if you wish.
But don't think that I will sympathize with it.
Not I.
My eyes are on mountaintops too high!
Keep up your pace steady.
If you've made claims to be ready.
I am determined to reach...
The fresh blowing winds,
Only found at summit peaks.
I am challenging myself.
Just to say I have done it!
And 'you' seem to be only motivated by ease.
What made you think following me would be a breeze?
I'm not here to drag you to witness the summit.
Just to hear you say you've done it too?
I'm not living to fulfill those ambitions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The summit
My preconceived thoughts have no limit,
My perceptions have my heart ignite,
My path your eyes have given light,
My hope dont have power nor might,
Should I put aside weapons or fight,
There we are at the summit
We searched in the places of lovers,
We found all the lovers things along,
So many different pictures we painted,
So many different paintings we pictured,
We had to make vital choices,
Look at us, standing upon the summit
Look at us my beautiful lover,
Beyond the imagination of all our thoughts,
We sailed past the deepest seas,
The water so bluest yet us so purest,
The trip was always long my love,
All the same, we at the summit now
Some built houses, we built a home,
The clouds are closer my love,
Lets not step down this mountain,
Its me and you forever more,
Me and you upon the summit
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Ready Steady Go
Ready, steady, go
Im not in love with television
Im not in love with the radio
Im not in love with the kings road
Because Im in love with cathy mcgowan - she said
Ready steady go - all things she said
Ready steady go - wasnt it fabulous
Ready (ready) steady (steady) go
Im not in love with juke box jury
Im not in love with thank you jucky stars
Im not in love with ttttwiggy
Because Im in love with cathy mcgowan - she said
Ready steady go - all things she said
Ready steady go - wasnt it fabulous
Ready (ready) steady (steady) go
Im still in love with the beatles
I was in love with the stones, no satisfaction
I was in love with bobby dylan
Because Im in love with rocknroll
Ready steady go - all things she said
Ready steady go - wasnt it fabulous
Ready (ready) steady (steady) go
Ready steady go!
Go! go! go!
Ready steady go!
Ready steady who
Ready steady stone
Go! go go go
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Summit Mt Everest Death Zone Tested
ego skilled self-esteem
may summit Mt Everest
in heights rarified inflated...
feeling approach supremacy
climb into thin air past...
death zone 8000 metres
temperatures chill low level
frostbite extremities body parts...
exposed to contact ice air
snow shaded well-frozen...
deaths injury mistake slipping
falling stalks pounces high winds
threatens life diced changeable...
potential threat stalks climbers
baited breath altitude on Everest...
low atmospheric pressure
at summit alluring on Everest
about a third of sea level...
low pressure resulting in
availability in limited about...
a deprivation starved third oxygen
left to breathe in blood oxygen level
summit plummets expunged depleted...
vastly increased pace breathing rate
times three four hundred percent...
exhaustion attempting to breathe
lacking oxygen extreme cold
climbing hazards all contribute...
to death zone death toll an injured
climber who cannot walk is in...
serious threatening life trouble
rescue by helicopter death zone
too high cannot peak fly carrying...
a climber off death zone heights
reaper Everest is extremely risky...
only skilled egos climb Everest
battle fierce three harsh masters
consciousness mind edge memory
to reconcile claims demands weary
control planning confirming reality
unconscious psyche source deep
primitive impulses drives id fears
superego conscience morals forms
standards rules ethical choice society
summit triumph or rescue lost attempt
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nip This In the Bud and Split
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
And...
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
You and I out of hiding can be free.
To get rid of any darkness...
Holding onto us to suppress.
And...
You and I can slip from a safety net.
That has us boxed in perceiving,
All our needs will be met,
If a trusted faith we leave...
Behind us!
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
No one who trys to fly is bored!
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud.
Nip this in the bud.
Nip this in the bud and split.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Climb
I stood at foothill, excited to ascend
The high mountain loomed before me
Ready n’ willing, by body to commend
To the task, altho I felt some anxiety
One step, two step, soon were many
Valley floor seemed very far below
Caution, or could be trouble plenty
Peaks above still wore winter’s snow
The summit was just a few steps ahead
Close was I to conquering Mount Hood
I slipped and fell over precipice instead
An icy wind blew, where I’d once stood
Although to die was never my intention
God granted me a Heavenly Ascension
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Windy Day
A trip through a grassy field,
A fun trip suppose to yield,
Instead it started raining,
Strong winds momentum gaining,
Father, with umbrella fighting,
Son grab coat tails, hanging,
The winds furiously blowing,
His son was lifted, flying!
Skip Your Trip
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
Just to turn and walk away.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
To believe your way is 'the' way.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
No one has to disrespect,
An opinion that they don't accept.
Because it's something they wish not to hear.
No one has to get upset.
To later find they have regrets.
When all they had to do is comprehend.
And everybody says that this is wished.
But patience slips from them real quick.
And brooding attitudes are left to share.
Everywhere the frowns are there.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
Oh...
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soft and Tenderly
Soft and tenderly,
A breeze comes to me...
And then it leaves.
Quick and fresh it is.
Taking me within in its midst,
Ever gently.
Cool, fresh and sweet...
Then it goes.
How it flows to tease with blowing,
No one knows.
The sky clear and crisp.
As my eyes lift to witness,
The Sun rise and glow.
The birth of this day...
Has a peaceful way to say,
Share this and grow.
A wealth of Spring begins,
And I sing without end...
A melody that is soft,
With a tenderness I seldom show.
Soft and tenderly,
A breeze comes to me...
And then it leaves.
Quick and fresh it is.
Taking me within in its midst,
Ever gently.
How it flows to tease with blowing,
No one knows.
And I'm glad to sit as it drifts,
Unresisting the giving,
It bestows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Ready For a Maiming
I'm not a cough dropp popper,
To hide a tainted breath.
If my breath gets that bad,
I'll get myself arrested.
You may offer your suggestions,
If onions eatened overwhelm.
But we're not together kissing.
So dismiss what you smell.
You're not all that...
To get me to believing there's an interest.
You ask me why my shoes aren't spitshined.
And my tie not straight...
As if we're dating,
To become cell mates.
Don't aggitate me please,
I'm not ready for it!
If I felt the need to strip...
I'll walk around,
And be naked!
You don't know my name!
And we wont get that far.
So there's no reason to make claims...
You and I have made arrangements.
Don't aggitate me please,
I'm not ready for it!
If I felt the need to strip...
I'll walk around,
And be naked!
So there's no reason to make claims...
You and I have made arrangements.
Estranged I'll be from those 'arrangements'.
Don't wanna woe.
Don't try to sell me those arrangements.
No woe I owe.
Don't get me panicked.
Don't get me panicked.
Don't get me panicked,
By arrangements.
Don't wanna woe.
No maniac will trap me training.
No woe I owe.
To get me ready for a maiming!
Oh no!
I'm not that ready.
I'm not that ready.
I'm never ready for a maiming!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Battlestar
Yo I'm a battlestar knight like I'm Jedi
Rough to the tough but I'm sharper
Than the gleam in your eye
Gallactic battlestar like I'm ready
Read for the 1 2 check get steady
On your marks set
Your best to throw your hands high
Heads to the sky keep your eyes peeled
Listen for the sign
A trip stage walk wire I bring fire till I'm done
Yo cause there can only be the one
How many times does it sound like this
Here we some again the microphone specialists
Action time
song performed by by Five
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When Disparities Are Exposed
I am a writer.
Not a combat fighter.
I choose to use my mind for thought.
And not to collect schemes to manipulate,
With teachings learned to others taught.
I have ambitions to ascend up and beyond,
Those trenches and pits...
Others sit with a searching for fresh conflicts.
As if they have a life purpose determined to journey...
To either start them or add fire to ensure they exist.
I have a tool I use and proud to have.
And bitter and sometimes sweet are my deliveries.
But never will I preach a hatred.
Nor deception will I seek.
And if I should encounter either...
The best I will do to crush them under my feet.
Since keeping my love and peace intact,
Will be done by using methods that are not beneath me.
I am a writer not a combat fighter.
However...
My cheeks are not made for turning.
Nor are my eyes or mouth meant,
To keep them shut and closed.
Both will open when disparities are exposed.
I have a tool I use and proud to have.
And bitter and sometimes sweet are my deliveries.
I'm just that kind of guy!
Although I don't make claims to be wise.
I am too proactive to allow that to be admitted.
And yet there is a wisdom I can't deny or disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Within Their Reach
Many living inside their boxes,
Peek.
Not realizing dust collects,
Under their feet.
Or there is fresh air outside,
To breathe.
Although they believe,
The sky above them...
Is only within their reach.
And they from within their boxes...
Have the right to dictate,
How high others should fly...
At what height and pace.
And which dreams those they choose,
Are approved to seek.
As well as the ones they can also deny.
Although they secretly wish,
Their insecurities would free them...
To experience such ambitions.
But fearing many living inside their boxes,
Peek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Tell Ourselves
I oughta know the look in anothers eyes
When theres something on their mind
I think I saw that look in a lovers eyes
They were looking into mine
Like we both had found the one we want
But found the one we wanted just quit trying
So we tell ourselves that what we found is what we meant to find
Thats what we tell ourselves
You wont believe the things
A heart could tell a mind
Somehow we sell ourselves on love
I just dont think Ill believe my heart this time
I oughta know the language well
Ive heard me tell myself these things before
I finally made my mind up
My heart tells me to look for something more
Determined not to wind up wondering was she the one
Well, you never can be sure
Chorus
song performed by by Clint Black
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From Atop Peaks
The climb to the summit,
With a reaching of it done...
Is anti-climatic.
From atop peaks the valleys below,
Appear lush and beautiful.
And freed of harmful snakes with venom,
Camouflaged and prepared to strike.
The process of falling down on paths,
Picked by one believed are less dangerous...
Than the ones previously experienced.
With a giving to one more endurance to achieve,
Is a myth!
That one path picked is it!
With no guarantee or return of a deposit.
Only those who have accomplished,
With patience...
Realize it was during the journey,
The lessons taught were more appreciated...
Upon reviewing their steps made.
And coming to grips with surviving through fantasies...
Is a raw...'up-in-your-face' undertaking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ready To Love
When I look at you all I can see
Is the shadow of your life
You see this stage is a mirror
You can see me
But I can't see past its light
Lovers have tried to reach down inside
I only said that they were wrong
But when all I've got left is me and my pride
I realize you can't buy love with a song
So somebody take me out of the night
Show me what life is made of
Won't somebody reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready to love
Well a lesson that's learned too late is a crime
I can't stand the pain of what could have been
Oh it's such a shame there's no one to blame
But no one knows what I have seen
What do you see when you look at me
Do I really seem so far away
But the song will go on
And you will applaud
And look at me I'll just keep singing
Somebody take me out of the night
Show me what life is made of
Won't somebody reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready to love
Oh show me what life's made of
Somebody please reach inside of my heart
I think that I'm ready to love
I think that I'm ready to love
I feel like I'm ready
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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More Peaks to Find
I've seen those peaks pass,
As I climbed.
Looking back and feeling fantastic.
To breathe deep the fresh air.
And being aware of accomplishments,
Wished.
'I have done this! '
I can now say it.
I have dreamt that I could.
And did.
What has been desired in my heart...
Has been done.
But I can not rest.
I know my best,
Has not yet come.
I take a deeper breath.
Wasting no time to take more steps.
Continuing to climb I do.
With achieving on my mind!
And knowing there would be more peaks to climb!
More peaks to find and leave behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rock Steady
Saw an ad in the newspaper that caught my eye
I said to my baby this sounds like a ticket for you and i
It said volunteers wanted for a very special trip
To commune with mother nature on a big wooden ship
We took a taxi to the river in case any places were free
There was an old guy with a beard
And every kind of creature as far as the eye could see
This old guy was the boss, he said,
i wont tell you no lie
But theres more to this journey that is apparent to the eye
He said hed heard gods message on the radio
It was going to rain forever and hed told him to go
Ill protect you all dont worry Ill be a father to you all
Ill save two of every animal, no matter how small
But Ill need some assistants to look after the zoo
I cant see nobody better so youll just have to do
I said, just tell me something before its too late and were gone
I mean just how safe is this boat well be on?
its rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
It rained for forty days and forty long nights
Id never seen rain like it and it looked like our old friend
Was being proved right
We had no time to worry though there was just to much to do
Between the signified monkey and the kangaroo
We had to wash all the animals we had to feed them too
We were merely human slaves in a big floating zoo
She said, hey baby I dont mean to be flip
But it seems this old man is on some power trip
I said, no, no sugar you must be wrong
I mean look at the size of this boat were on.
Were as safe as houses, as safe as mothers milk
Hes as cool as november and as smooth as china silk
Hes gods best friend, hes got a seat on the board
And life may be tough but were sailing with the lord.
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Woke up this morning and something had changed
Like a room in my house had just been rearranged
She said, its stopped raining and I know the guys kind
But if we stay here much longer Im gonna lose my mind.
So we said we had a mission for his favourite dove
To see if there was any mercy from this great God above
So to find dry land, away the white bird flew
We didnt need no country just a rock would do
When the dove came back to us, he threw down a twig
It was manna from heaven and meant we could blow this gig
but the rocks too small, he said, cant you see?
I said, its just perfect for her, its perfect for me.
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
Rock steady rock steady
song performed by by Sting
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Greater Than Most
Challenges are many.
And those balls some juggle,
Are greater than most.
The steps it takes to move forward,
Seem weighted and thick.
As if the paths those journey,
Must be done with the carrying...
Of a ton of bricks.
Yet,
There is a light that shines...
With an easing of tensions.
There is a fresh breeze that blows,
To cool and dry the wetness of sweat.
And even though the challenges of many,
That are faced.
There is a place of rest to reflect...
The rewards of continuing on.
With an achieving of success...
Those determined and motivated,
Feel within themselves and get!
Challenges are many.
And those balls some juggle,
Are greater than most.
Yet,
There is a light that shines...
With an easing of tensions.
With an achieving of success...
Those determined and motivated,
Feel within themselves and get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Eagles
They come flying on high sapphire vaults, from far away,
Traveling by savage winds through dales and peaks, night and day
As I watch them in the skies enthralled under their spell
I love hearing the stories they to the morning breeze tell
They have seen places beyond my reach land
And they have found new vast far horizons of dwell
They speak strangely as they fly but I do not understand
Oh I wish I can fly like them and listen to their tale
Over steep mountains slops and pathless forests and raging seas
Shall I be like them; Shall I go anywhere that I please
Roll in the waves of wanton winds and chase the morning breeze
Toss the air; scud the high foliage of the trees in glee and tease
But watch as one clasps the sandy crag with crooked yellow hands
A statue close to the sun in lonely secluded lands
The canopy of the azure sky world over where he stands
As he spreads his wing wide across the rock a majesty in grand
The wrinkled spring meadow beneath him crawls
He watches and stalks from the lofty mountains walls
As like a thunderbolt into the air he folds and falls
Swift and sharp in the air, shrieking like a canon ball
The Alpaca
She is harnessed for a long journey; on her back she carries an entire store of wool.
She walks without rest, and sees with eyes full of strangeness. The wool merchant has forgotten to come to get her, and she is ready.
In this world, nothing comes better equipped than the alpaca; ones is more burdened with rags than the next. Her sky-high softness is such that if a newborn is placed on her back, he will not feel a bone of the animal.
The weather is very hot. Today, large scissors that will cut and cut represent mercy for the alpaca.
When something is lost in the park, to whom do we look but this ever-prepared beast which seems to secretly carry all things?
And when children think about the objects they have lost—dolls, teddy bears, flying rats, trees with seven voices (they can be hidden in only one place)—they remember the alpaca, their infinitely prepared companion.
But look at those eyes, those astonished eyes without knowledge; they only ask why she has been harnessed for such a long trip and why no one comes to relieve her.
The high plateau is to blame for this tragedy—the mother alpaca incessantly stares at it. The mountain was also casting off burdens, and so its summit became clear, and filled the eyes of the mother alpaca.
She was taken down from the plateau and situated near a nonsensical horizon, and when she turns her neck, she continues looking for the older alpaca, for the one who sheds a pack on high, and returns to the sun's radiance.
"What have you and I done to our Andean cordillera?" I ask the alpaca.
poem by Gabriela Mistral
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