Your Determination
We've come to a dead end.
And to retreat now,
Would be our own declaration...
Of being self defeating.
'That's odd.
What prompted you to acknowledge it?
Was it the steel encased cemented and brick wall.
With the razor barbed wire adorning the top of it...
To lead you to this obviousness?
Or...
Was it the yelling of those you passed along the way,
You were convinced were dissidents and nonconformists...
Shouting to turn back.
And go another way?
But you found them not to be impressively dressed.
Plus none of them seemed civilized enough,
For anyone to listen to what they had to say...
To influence your stubbornness?
But this can be said about your determination...
You no longer have to concern yourself,
About those warning you...
Having a conflict of interest.
You have helped them to prove you wrong.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obviousness of It
I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
With lines to deliver crisp and quick.
To do and say what you think,
Is in my best interest.
No...
Not that!
I'm directing this!
I want to know,
You.
From where I want you,
To feel me.
And...
That deeply!
With an ultimate shallowness,
Of seeking your pleasure...
As a goal.
To meet discreetly.
And naked if we decide,
To share a chemistry prioritized.
But that 'you' I want to know!
My heat does not generate deceit...
In my eyes.
They can't!
You've got my nose wide open!
And you can rely on that to be devoted.
It has to show...
You melt me.
Not that you might already suspect,
The obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
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Know.
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Know.
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Is.
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Know.
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Is.
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There is,
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There is an...
Obviousness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having An Interest
Having an interest to understand something,
Makes it easier to comprehend.
And that understanding wanted increases to flourish,
With a nourishing that heals and mends.
And an acknowledgement needing not to be prompted.
Although on the other hand...
If there is no concern expressed shown at all,
After scratching one's head to the obviousness of it.
Those questions asked about why the lack of interest...
Will also quickly fade away eventually.
Leaving that which only has interest directed,
Getting all of the attention without the requesting...
To at least express some.
And when none comes,
Why bother?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impressively Dressed
Economically,
They have kept themselves detached.
Preferring instead,
To pick up paychecks...
With a determination,
To keep themselves impressively dressed.
Entertained and free of stress.
Economically,
They have kept themselves detached.
Preferring instead,
To pick up paychecks...
With a determination,
To keep themselves impressively dressed.
Entertained and free of stress.
And yet,
Expectations they keep are high and demanding.
With hand outs to leech as taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pink roses
There are pink rose
behind the razor wire,
the cups of some are already open
and the buds of some
still is closed.
Green stems protrude
over a white wall
where razor sharp wire
cordon it off
and the soft scent
of flourishing flowers
catches me while
I walk to the post box
to get some letters.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Growth And Blooming Of Bright Flowers
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to expand.
Enthralled one is by their own demands.
Those who seek to be understood,
But lack the patience to understand.
Has a fear to self assess themselves,
As close as one who self examines can.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to absorb clarity.
Unless that clarity has others to agree.
And one not comprehending,
Only wants to perceive from one point of view.
And if that point of view mentioned,
Has obstacles in its way blocking what is there to see...
Those obstacles will remain to stay where they are.
When a stubbornness is thick like a cemented brick wall.
And stuck with a holding onto the comfort of ignorance...
That appears from the outside to be permanently installed.
Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Could be that one who believes the feeding of weeds,
Nourishes the growth and blooming of bright flowers.
With a giving of consideration to nothing else at all.
Even when the petals from them begin to prematurely fall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As a Dove I Flew
As a Dove I flew,
Without concern...
That my wings someone had clipped!
It was brought to my attention,
When at rest...
Around others,
Where I would sit to listen.
And with them reminisce.
Someone noticed my flaws.
And I began to forget...
My mission was to love.
And to spread happiness with it!
But I let this blemish,
Take hold and I could not resist.
The fact that I was a 'Dove' first...
With or without wings clipped!
And I sat looking at my flaws and blemishes...
That kept me stifled without movement.
And a burden I placed upon my wings...
I found too heavy!
They felt encased in cement.
And my mind stayed fixed on my appearance,
Ever since.
And my wings I could no longer lift!
'Who are you trying to fool?
Us?
Just because we are pigeons...
Your task is not to try to fit in!
Be a Dove.
Be who you are.
Continue your journey,
And stop telling those stories.
We've heard them before...
When you came to deliver,
That self defeating message...
At our separate doors.
We got it!
That's why we are here all together!
Remember us? '
Well...
Why didn't you say something.
I would not have wasted your time.
I thought you all were struggling in conflict?
My 'bad'!
I'm still eliminating some of that 'processing'.
You know what a bunch of ya'll together implies!
'It's not a waste to us at all.
Every time we hear it,
We share it with those who haven't!
It's motivating.
And extremely convincing.
It's hilarious the second time around.
You should see yourself! '
I suppose you are right!
Afterall,
I am assigned to do Dove 'stuff'.
Trying to do it the best I can!
'If you happen to forget,
And you see us again!
Try to avoid using the 'clipped wing' thing.
It's overboard and too dramatic.
It's funny.
But I think you should want to be taken seriously! '
I do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Tower That Ate People
There's a bump in the basement
There's a knocking on the wall
In the pumping of the pistons
I swear I heard you call
There's a bump in the basement
There's a hole in the floor
There's a guard in the garden
Locking up the door
There's a rumble in the floorboards
No shutting out the sound
And the workers down below me
Digging underground
Feel the building all around me
Like a wrap of armoured skin
But the more we are protected
The more we're trapped within
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When you strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
You make up what you like
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
?
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Walking Through Barbed Wire
Wish I could see you for one last time
Wish I could say goodbye to you
It's hard to deal with you dying
It's time to say goodbye to you
Bloody-faced
Kissing death
Walking through barbed wire
I'll let you go
Let me go digging thru myself
I would die for you
I'd walk right thru barbed wire
Good luck in your next life
Walk as tall as the trees
Be gentle as spring winds
And have the warmth of summer sun
I would die die for you
I'd walk right through barbed wire
I blame myself for your death
It's tearing me apart
I would die die for you
Yes I would
Let you go
Let me go digging through myself
Bloody-faced
Kissing death
Walking through barbed wire
song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
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Barbed Wire Fences
Barbed wire fences
And chains around the heart
In the grind
Of the circle called life
On and on we go
Around a meaningless show
Where does thou stop
One does not know
Yet we slave on
To be free
Yet what defines freedom
And what is this bond
Or bondages unbound
Freedom is not
Or is Freedom a knot
Tied to barbed wire fences
Where we live in the luxury of nothing
And call it freedom profound
We are but fools
With existences defined
Around are the barbed wire fences
And the joys of it abound.
poem by Ayan excalibur
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Take Me
I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the floor
Cry my eyes out, in my private little war
Well it seems Ive been a soldier
Heaven knows Ive been no saint
In my camouflage and armor, cold heart and grease paint
To you this has no meaning the armistice laid down
The armies are all quiet and the guns dont make a sound
cause you melted the steel walls, tore down the barbed wire
Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire
And now youre leaving, theres nothing I can do
I want you to know youre gonna take me with you
Well now three on a match is suicide in the foxhole of my mind
And way off in the distance the air raid sirens whine
And they sing your song of rescue to my tattered worn out shell
You drag me to your safety from this my front line hell
cause you melted the steel walls, tore down the barbed wire
Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire
And now youre leaving, theres nothing I can do
I want you to know youre gonna take me with you
The blood that was spilled in the heartache before
Left road maps of scars that I never could ignore
cause you melted the steel walls, tore down the barbed wire
Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire
And now youre leaving, theres nothing I can do
I want you to know youre gonna take me with you
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Fixed In A Stubbornness
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
Every warning face with messages delivered,
They have ignored.
Every chance to self examine with an honesty,
Has been refused to explore...
The maintaining of wishes they can not dismiss.
They view themselves as having 'character'.
And not suffering from severe defective mental illness.
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
With a blaming of others for their own failures.
And a hope they have to change their leadership,
With a strengthening of their myths...
Will erase their pains they have self inflicted,
As well as relinquish them...
From all aspects of their foolishness to add even more,
Sweetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Defeating Foolishness
No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!
No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!
No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!
And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Domination
Agony is the price
That you'll pay in the end
Domination consumes you
Then calls you a friend
It's a twisted fall
Binds are like steel
And manipulates the will to be
And it's hard to see
How soon we forget
When there's nothing else
Left to destroy
It's a useless ploy
Your eyes will see
The dawn of the day
And the writing
On the wall
Those words that stare
Into your soul
And to yourself
You will befall
It's domination pushed into living hell
Domination a now blacked heart
Is reaching out divinity
Body suspended by chains over razors
And nails it's a penalty
Each razor a vice and each nail
Marks the demise of you life.
Grim construction grows
Has life played a trick
Sealed you in brick by brick
Till your end forcing you to bend
Your eyes will see
The dawn of the day
And the writing
On the wall
Those words that stare
Into your soul
And to yourself
You will befall
It's domination pushed into living hell
Domination a now blacked heart
Is reaching out divinity
Body suspended by chains over razors
And nails it's a penalty
Each razor a vice and each nail
Marks the demise of you life.
Grim construction grows
Has life played a trick
Sealed you in brick by brick
Till your end forcing you to bend
song performed by by Pantera from Reinventing The Steel
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The Wall
I've hit a wall that I have to climb,
a wall I have to scale.
It frightens me as I look at it
and yet I know without fail
that many have slowly ascended it
but not without some scratches.
Scratches are small reminders
that occur as you climb a little higher.
They bleed for a time and give you concern
and you rest because you tire.
The rest is healing, the time you need
to see the wall get smaller.
When you reach the top and feel the thrill
of how you kept on going,
the climb itself is exhilaration
and the satisfaction in knowing
that no wall is too high, too high to defy.
It's a wall where fear was growing.
Walls don't stand forever.
They can be taken down.
One brick at a time you dismantle it
and then look back around.
It's no longer there. It's behind you now.
You've ascended to higher ground.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Nothing To Them Dawns
It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who the foolish people are.
And the support they are receiving,
By those who follow blindly behind...
With an absence of their own thought process.
It is getting increasingly obvious,
Who has been depicted as nonconformists.
With a choosing to witness those sitting on a fence.
Debating between themselves to convince,
Which one is more logical and who makes sense.
As they try to impress who has the greater intelligence.
And the ones long depicted as nonconformists,
Now too impatient to listen to foolish arguments...
Find what others do no longer to their amusement.
With decisions they have made in times faded and gone,
To leave alone whether right or wrong...
Those remaining to debate over the obvious,
From Sunrise to Sunset and yet nothing to them dawns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood From A Clone
They say they like it, now, but in the market it
May not go well as its too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like
Frank zappa
And not new wave they dont play that crap
Tyr beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nitpicking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion, under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
Theyre so intense too makes me amazed
Dont want no music but, theyre making you
Sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint no messing round with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us
From the mundane seems Im wrong again
Could be they lack roots, theyre still wearing
Jack boots theyre
Marching somewhere in the pouring rain
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
song performed by by George Harrison
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Ein Yahav
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert,
a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain.
There I met people who grow date palms,
there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees,
there I saw hope barbed as barbed wire.
And I said to myself: That's true, hope needs to be
like barbed wire to keep out despair,
hope must be a mine field.
Translated by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Doldrum Free
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
There is now a peace beneath my daily bouts,
With conflict.
They are there but I no longer sit with them.
They no longer demand my time...
Found when I am snuggled up in doubt!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
Shouting I do with delight...
I hope this process isn't mind to witness alone!
Infighting without insight,
These doldrums I borrowed...
I never owned.
I did not know that!
But I know I keep my faith,
And something about that pleases my Savior!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
And it was as if I knew instantly...
Why they were there so long!
I was finally convinced,
The world I lived in and thought was mine...
To fence in defended senselessness,
Was of God's creation!
I am here to test burdens...
Not to market them to insist they produce pleasure!
And when God came to lift me of those burdens,
They were no longer mine to define with emotion!
God knows I am not competent reflecting sorrow!
That task He took away from me...
Leaving me doldrum free as He commands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A View Of This Place That I Remember
the back space of this house
used to be a green ricefield
and there was that tall mango tree
where i used to sit underneath
shading me from the scourging sun
i always remember
the view
of the carabaos grazing
with white herons standing on their back
and blue cottony clouds drifting above
the place is now cemented
with a wall as high as three men added-up
high buildings rise from here
reaching the cottony clouds out there
and the river is no longer a hype
but a big silent hard steel pipe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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