I admit that my visions can never mean to other men as much as they do to me. I do not regret this. All I ask is that my results should convince seekers after truth that there is beyond doubt something worth while seeking, attainable by methods more or less like mine. I do not want to father a flock, to be the fetish of fools and fanatics, or the founder of a faith whose followers are content to echo my opinions. I want each man to cut his own way through the jungle.
quote by Aleister Crowley
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Opinions
Opinions friend, we all may have, and opinions are not always bad.
All opinions indeed carry no weight, in regards to one’s eternal fate.
Opinions, my friend often speak, to the heart and mind of the weak.
They tend to sway a weaker heart, when from truth they do depart.
Opinions vary from one to the next, colored by many various sects.
Various groups truly do abound, as each echoes a different sound.
Men with opinions tend to change, and they’re not always the same.
But, God’s Truth doesn’t change; written in stone it’ll forever remain.
Opinions just air what men feel, delivered to all with a personal zeal.
But some are more of an appeal, contesting God’s Truth that’s real.
Opinions are formed deep inside, the inner feelings moved by pride.
Their opinions are a vain reproof, of God’s unchanging Eternal Truth.
They speak, but don’t understand, their voices are like shifting sand.
Easily moved by the wind and tide; all because The Truth is denied.
Isn’t it just a little bit strange, how much strong opinions do change?
When a big wind comes through, they change just like emotions do.
Opinionated people truly abound, even where God’s Truth is found.
Are they just the enemy’s sleuth, seeking The Lord’s ultimate truth?
However, opinions will not stand, in the presence of The Son of Man.
There only The Truth will reside, and vain opinions will all be denied.
(Copyright ©01/2006)
There Is a Pleading
For generations,
Their expected harvest
Has decreased in value and worth.
The advice given was not acceptible.
Experts could not convince them...
Methods outdated
Were deflating any interest in their purpose.
But still they could not believe...
Beautiful flowers
Can not grow amongst
The nurturing of weeds.
And methods their grandparents used,
Had long been mothballed!
And still there is a pleading,
To have more meetings
To find ways 'they' accept...
To save crops 'they' say are precious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Father O. S. A.
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Father
Youre a sad old man
Your tawdry vest is gray
Memories
Of a former man
Are all your words convey
Father
Oh cant you see
The tarnished robe you wear
A crown
For fools
The people laugh
You never seem to hear
Father
Youre lifes a ship
Thats never been to sea
The bottle
That surrounds your life
Youll sail eternally
[keyboard solo]
Children
Please understand
A man must stand alone
And face a world
Hell never know
And never call his own
Ba ba bum bum
Ba ba bum bum
Ba ba bum bum
Ba ba bum bum
Ba ba bum bum
Ba ba bum bum
Ba ba bum bum
Ba ba bum bum
[continue echo]
Father
Father
Father
Father
Father
Father
[continue echo]
song performed by by Styx
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But...What About The Facts?
What is more tragic?
The keeping of denials defended.
Or the results of keeping them,
To have them repeatedly excused to offend...
Those refusing to face truth as often as possible.
Even with evidence proven to be untainted.
Or manipulated to question.
'Yeah,
But...
What about the facts?
No one has yet to step forward,
To admit the details of them...
Ever to have been found,
To submit to refute that truth! '
I am thoroughly confused.
What is it that you wish to have resolved?
'My doubts.
And why it is I still have them.'
The issue you have with doubt,
Has nothing to do with truth.
And that...
Is a fact of a life YOU have chosen to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To be fanatic
Mother is a Christian, father, an Islam,
Mother’s mother, a Jain,
Mothers father, a Buddhist,
Father’s mother a Saivite,
Father’s father a Vaishnavite,
And their forefathers none,
Which religion must I be fanatic of?
24.10.2009
[saivites = followers of God Siva;
Vaishnavites = followers of God Krishna]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strengthen My Faith
Strengthen my faith,
Father.
Wherever You are.
Wherever I am.
Whenever it's done.
Stengthen my faith,
Father.
Wherever I go.
And whomever I may know...
Let this show.
I am the son of You the One.
Strengthen my faith,
Father.
Let it reveal,
Just how I feel.
In every way...
With no debating,
Or temptations awaiting to test...
To lead me astray!
Let the 'light' shine,
A divine mind within me.
Knowing,
And showing...
I can grow!
Let me define,
How You are there inside me.
Guiding with a hold...
I can not let go!
Strengthen my faith,
Father.
Wherever You are.
Wherever I am.
Whenever it's done.
I will be right here...
Expressing without doubt,
Who and What fulfills all my needs!
Even 'if' and when I am found on my knees...
Pleading.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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B: XIIII: Last Thoughts Ordered
Regular glimpses of truth
Provided by vocation
Kept regret at bay.
I neglected funeral arrangements.
No no-man's-land exists
In my line of work,
Sudden death's a hazard.
I have one last poem to glimpse.
I am being taken
At approximately the same age
At which pleasure-seekers
Should be taken
If long regret
And its vocation of tomb arrangement,
Instead of changed vocation,
Is not to set in.
Pity not overly:
That age is not as early
As it used to be.
One day they all too
May keep regret at bay,
Taken...suddenly...late.
Entombed conservatively.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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The signs of outstanding leadership appear primarily among the followers. Are the followers reaching their potential? Are they learning? Serving? Do they achieve the required results? Do they change with grace? Manage conflict?
quote by Max de Pree
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Eloquence Of Truth
Coming from our experience,
Made of uniqueness,
Truth is the mankind option,
Seeking the truth is a matter of life.
Spoken words are coming to our lives,
Touching us with the essence or the poisson of the content,
After each true word or lie we've hear,
We get sensitized in our hearts and never same again.
Each word will have in us a tremenduous echo,
Each word will make us happy or sad,
True words or lies are part from our existence,
But the most important is the eloquence of truth.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Whenever you have a possibility of going in two ways, either for peace or for war, for peaceful methods of for military methods, in the present age there is a strong prejudice for the peaceful ones. War seldom ever leads to good results.
quote by George F. Kennan
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Take A Fools Advice
(charles singleton)
If you love her
And she makes one mistake,
Please dont leave her
It would make your heart ache.
Take a fools advice,
Dont pay the price I had to pay.
If you need her
But youre letting her go,
Please dont do it
Youll be sorry, I know.
Take a fools advice,
Dont pay the price I had to pay.
Truly,
Shes caused you to doubt her,
Truly,
Shes broken the rules.
But lifes not worth living without her,
So listen to the wisdom of a fool.
Think it over
And forgive her this time,
I was foolish
I lost the love that was mine.
Take a fools advice,
Dont pay the price I had to pay.
Take a fools advice,
Dont pay the price I had to pay.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Everyone Have Their Opinions
Everyone have their opinions that's how it ought to be
And respect their opinions though with them you may not agree
As long as they respect human rights and a fair go for all
The difference between you and them to say the least is small.
Everyone have their opinions and no two quite the same
Even between those who are known to think alike some difference one can name
That's what makes us most interesting we all think differently
And you are very different so different to me.
Everyone have their own opinions a fact that is well known
And like 'tis said of him or her the words to each their own
To others opinions you should not react in a violent sort of a way
We must allow for difference and let them have their say.
Everyone have their opinions that fact with us remain
And as long with your opinions power over others you don't seek to gain
Though your opinions may be very different to mine
I respect your way of thinking and our difference suits me fine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Getting Better
It's getting better all the time
I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me weren't cool
Holding me down
Turning me round
Filling me up with your rules.
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word
I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
I used to be cruel to my woman I beat her and
kept her apart from the things that she loved
Man, i was mean, but I'm changing my scene and I'm doing the best that I can.
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time
song performed by by Gomez
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Faith vs Doubt.......
Faith vs. Doubt.........
Doubt sees the obstacles.
Faith sees the way.
Doubt sees the darkest night.
Faith sees the day.
Doubt dreads to take a step.
Faith soars on high.
Doubt questions ' who believes '?
Faith answers ' I '.
(april 2009)
poem by Fawzia Zie
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Rolling Stone
Sitting on the front porch,
Waiting for you to come home.
Visions of reuniting in my head.
Only bitter-sweet memories, no holidays, no Christmas trees.
Broken promises I've got instead.
How I used to wonder, "Where did I go wrong?
How you could have stayed away so long?"
Thank God for my mother,
Her's was no easy song.
Thank God that He showed me how to get along.
My papa was a rolling stone.
Abandon us and left us 'lone.
And how he broke my heart and hope; had me loose my faith.
Somebody knows what I've been through.
I've understood, I've been there too.
So let me introduce you to my father, Father.
Your story sounds alot like mine.
It's a story heard a thousand times.
Someone hurting leaves in disaray.
Don't you know that God made you more valuable than they ever knew?
You know you can live past their mistakes.
Oh, how I used to wonder "How could all this be?
Someone that you loved so much just turns their back and leaves."
Oh, you need the lover of you soul and
He is able to take care of you annd
He will never leave.
Your papa was a rolling stone.
Abandoned you and left you 'lone.
And how he broke your heart and hope.
He had me loose my faith.
I'm seeing what you're going through.
I understand, I've been there too.
So let me introduce you to my father, Father.
I was lost and out of controle.
Then He found me and saved my soul.
Let me lead you to the one I know.
He can make you whole.
No longer I wonder,
Solid ground under my feet.
I know what my life is worth,
No longer incomplete.
I just want to tell you,
You are truly loved,
By the Maker of the Heavens,
the Creator of the Earth.
You know He's got His hands on you and
That is more than enough.
My papa was a rolling stone.
Abandoned us and left us 'lone.
And how he broke my heart and hope; had me loose my faith.
Somebody saw what I've been through.
They understood, They've been there too.
They gladly introduced me to my father, Father.
Your papa was a rolling stone.
Abandoned you and left you 'lone.
And how he broke your heart and hope.
He had me loose my faith.
I'm seeing what you're going through.
I understand, I've been there too.
So let me introduce you to my father, Father.
Tell me what you're going through.
I understand, I've been there too.
So let my introduce you to my father, Father.
God...
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Faith Has Two Eager Facets
1 Faith has two eager facets
Godly, worldly, visions vary
On the Truth of life how
Faith has two eager facets
Pray and seek to surrender
Prey and seek to share
Faith has two eager facets
Godly, worldly, visions vary
2 Faith has two eager facets
On the Truth of life how
Godly, worldly, visions vary
Faith has two eager facets
God in world, world in God
Be it any, only seek to save
On the Truth of life how
Faith has two eager facets
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Empty Hope
Our hope in anything, other than, God above can be foiled by men,
As man’s ways are frustrated by, the Lord God, who reigns on high.
Man’s plans are apart from Him, base on sinful man’s secular whim,
With no acknowledgment of the Lord, while God’s ways go ignored.
By vain philosophy man is soiled, and all plans are empty and void,
Speaking on ways to lofty for him, man’s plans are tainted from sin,
Making promises they can’t keep; only regret the followers will reap,
Seducing many far from the plan, which God had instituted for man.
Man’s hope is authored by fools, creating for men outrageous rules,
Rules that really sway man’s heart, as from God, these fools depart,
Talking to all those who believed, men that too have been deceived,
Following a political wink and nod, while they also depart from God.
Little do all their followers know, they’re following God’s eternal foe,
Satan himself, that father of lies, using his deceptive political guise,
Gathering souls, both left and right, to sway many into eternal night,
Headed for God’s Judgment ahead, by Satan, these souls are lead.
The hope in man will never last, and in the fire that hope will be cast,
All of man’s hope apart from God, when Christ reigns with Iron Rod.
As He brings with Him all of those, who believed in Christ who rose,
To bring a Hope others can’t see, The Hope in God through Eternity.
(Copyright ©04/2009)
Roads To Rome
All broad roads will lead to Rome, a place where many will call home,
Where mystic leaders play a part, spiritually deceiving seeking hearts.
A road that’s not paved by grace, but, every faith men must embrace,
While God’s Truth from the Cross; upon their journey, in hearts is lost.
Teachers using works and liturgy, produce a faith which men can see,
Religious pomp and circumstance, reduces salvation to mere chance.
Never resting their faith on our Lord, this salvation cannot be assured,
Building their faith upon men’s rules; their created faith is fit for fools.
Adding to the work of God’s Son, their simple faith becomes undone,
Unraveling as their faith changes for, rules of men that will not endure.
As the changes for this generation, aren’t built upon a firm foundation;
The Cross and shed blood of Christ, which leads believers to new life.
God’s Truth alone no longer saves, while they speak of men as waves,
Rolling forth from shore to shore, seeking from others, so much more,
Coming out of this sea of people, emerges a church without a steeple,
Led not, by The Author of Life, but, deceived by the spirit of Antichrist.
This will take the Emerging Church, to the darkest place of their search,
To follow a prophet they’ve yet to see, down the wrong road to eternity.
While on this road they will find, many Truths from God, are left behind,
And by neglecting Truths of His Son, their faith will be eternally undone.
Doubt vs. Faith Doubt sees the obstacles. Faith sees the way. Doubt sees the darkest night. Faith sees the day. Doubt dreads to take a step. Faith soars on high. Doubt questions,'Who believes' Faith answers,'I'.
What is a father?
A father is there when you say the special words, daddy……
He’s there when you take your first steps……
A father is there through the storms………
He’s always there to keep you warm…
You’ll never find a father like mine………
He’s one of a kind ………
He there when you’re hurting……
He’s there when you’re smiling………
He’s there to pick you when you fall off your bike……
He’s there to convince you to get back up a try again……
He’s always there to chase those pesky little boys away………
That’s why I am proud that my father has all of these qualities……
I’m proud to call my father Hasim Hollins………
poem by Hydia Hollins
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