If art has a purpose, it is to interpret life, reproduce it in fresh visions.
quote by Catherine Drinker Bowen
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Advanced Calculus
Life is a series of reflex responses
That become learned patterns the more we do them
That become equations the more we interpret what we are doing,
And everything in our life can be boiled down to a matrix
Of numbers, coded as experience and stimuli,
And all I want to know is what the last digit is,
What that fraction of numerical meaning might pose,
How I could interpret it and extricate some sort of purpose from it,
But the numbers don't exactly add up to me,
And I was never so good at advanced calculus,
So maybe a chunk of this universal dialect doesn't make sense to me,
Doesn't formulate a language I can readily understand,
But maybe, just maybe, I hope that I might proselytize the date,
And that it might inform me, though so far it hasn't,
Making me more fearful, in fact, afraid of the possibility
That there is no reason to anything at all.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Your Purpose of Living
The master of purpose does not
respect certificate or degree;
He only respect people
with purpose in life.
Purpose is the gate fee
to success land.
Purpose is your direction.
Purpose is an objective in life,
dream, and what you are here for.
You cannot move on in life
until you have discovered
your objectives in life,
which is your purpose of living.
poem by Franca Kenneth
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We not only interpret the character of events... we may also interpret our interpretations.
quote by Kenneth Burke
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I was not looking for my dreams to interpret my life, but rather for my life to interpret my dreams.
quote by Susan Sontag
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Selfless
I breathe...
I breathe...
I breathe...
I breathe...
So heavily...
My body temperature is dropping.
I feel the illness spreading.
Attached to all of these machines...
Still I wonder...are you alright?
Visions of my past seem to come and go.
As the surgeon calls my name.
He tells me there is no hope.
But hope, for me, was lost so long ago.
As I slip into oblivion.
I cannot interpret what I am seeing.
But the final moments of my life...
I spent them concerning for your well-being.
Selfless...
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Selected to Make Decisions
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '
And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn To Gold
SHINE!
I don't know why
all the fiction of your sleeping
doesn't visit you awake
I don't know how to get your storybook sunrise
to follow you above your cloudy day
all these gifts you left on you
with heaven painted on you
i wish this now with all my soul
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
terrified the world will never turn to look at you
and the sun won't see you shine
she'll resign for rose cooked blush just from your smiling
let the water form a cry
only better luck should greet you
the road should rise to meet you
i wish this now with all i know
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
loose inside your winter
feel the cold wind blowing
cutting through your head and through your ears
feel the fire growing
no more frozen danger
no more wrteched ice storm fear
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
song performed by by Audioslave
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Poetician
Discipline to listen,
Observe and interpret.
Words selected to depict,
Life...
As one sees it.
Emotions come,
To overflow
With idealistic purpose.
Unknown until the poetician shows...
A creativeness that lifts imaginations.
In prose or to rhyme...
Sometimes without reason.
So it seems.
Yet those hopes and dreams,
Are written to be shared.
To freshen the air...
With the flow of possibilities!
Upon divergent mindscapes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessings Of Prophets Intended Rejected
Dream visions
receding not birthed into life
within this wall.
Dream visions
images messages blessings miracles
not realized in this world.
Dream visions
God’s blessings upon people all nations
sin cursed not confirmed.
Dream visions
from source to mind to scribe to word
world indifferent withheld denied denial.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I like to interpret 'Call me a River', as if I'm saying, 'Now you're telling me you love me after all that, and I'm telling you to shove off.' That's my interpretation. But I would never 'say' that because somebody else might interpret the song in another way.
quote by Diana Krall
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Ringmasters Word
I have a purpose...
Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart...(ha ha, ha ha...ha ha, ha ha )
I have a purpose...
Such things cant exist...
I have a purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them...
I have a purpose...
Quietly, I will come over your bed,
I will lean over and gently bite your neck...
Ringmaster...
I have a purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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The Purpose Of Life
we are humans nothing less
no one is perfect everyone makes mistake
we hurt each other, we hates each other
that's the purpose of life
when we end up lonely it's normal to treats others in a bad situation
when we have no one to run to or to speaks with it's normal to be used
that's the purpose of life
how would the world works without struggling?
life is not fair it is just a pain so understand that
life is all about taking risks so understand the task
the purpose of life
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Eye sea visions
Eye sea visions
Turning into shadow
Disappearing with the dark nights,
Eye sea visions
Walking in my dreams
Pushing to join realities
Then eye fold my hands and wait.
Eye sea visions
Smiling in the face of the moon,
Smelling like flowers of the Seasons
Whispering a psalmist eulogy
Then, eye close my eyes and anticipate!
Eye sea visions
And eye feel irritated, as eye begin
To lament deceptions,
Intuition envelops me… as
Eye wonder the genuineness of this
Visions eye see.
©1997
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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Put Those Binoculars Down
No one should ever judge a book by its cover.
Since the content,
Seldom depicts what starts from the beginning...
To the end of it.
And some people interpret,
What they wish is to be believed.
By researching an author's background...
Or seeing something that reminds them,
Of a fantasy they've kept perceived.
And some people will keep their perceptions,
Kept!
No matter what is in between the pages...
That may expose them to depth.
Since many prefer to gossip.
To dispel the truth to have their delusions met.
With ample embellishment...
To invigorate the interest one expects.
'Let me tell you what the real deal is.
And I put this together,
As I slept.
Put those binoculars down!
What I have for you is as fresh as fresh can get.'
This allows them to create what isn't...
With an ability seen like no one else has exposed yet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Example
What we feed to the children
In words, actions, and example
Will later form them in the end
Into better or bitter people.
The attitudes and views we give
Our children will readily observe
Into vessels they are thus received
These things of life they absorb.
Our many words and our little ways
They will influence and they will mold
As we see the youth's passing days
We reproduce the children we now hold.
So with care and with much diligence
Let us all take heed what we say
And with greater watchfulness hence
Guard our thoughts and actions today.
'We teach what we know,
we reproduce what we are.'
-
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 27,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sounds of Life and Love
Love: Which is more important: Love or life?
Life: Without life, there would be no love.
Love: But without love, life would have no meaning.
Life: True, but life gives birth to love.
Love: And what gives birth to life?
Life: Life gives birth to itself.
Love: Nothing gives birth to itself automatically,
There must be some cause, a reason or an action.
Life: Life is without any cause.
Love: If life is without a cause, then it is without a purpose.
Life: The purpose of life is life.
Love: No, the purpose of life is love.
Life: You must be born to exist.
Without life, there is nothing.
Love: Life is nothing growing from unborn love.
You just don't understand.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Durana
Some have already landed on the moon but,
Others are still naked in the bush!
But, to find the honest people is much needed,
In this time of life that, the humans are against each other.
In the night visions,
In my night visions,
In your night visions,
And of the path of life in a very unique way!
However, we do need help at times from each other.
In the region of Goshen,
Of the their flocks and of their herds;
But, cry out loud to Yahweh! !
For, He is your strength and your protector.
Durana my friend!
Rise up early and set out on a journey of love;
And, try to follow the rules of life in its very best! !
For this love is mixed with romance like,
The flour mixed with oil.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Something Good To Do And Say
Where is the opportunity
To let what 'was' go?
To know that today...
Has more purpose than yesterday.
Right now,
In this moment.
Let us be in 'it' without delay!
Where is the opportunity
To say what was 'is' done?
Nothing gained is more rewarding...
Than to know something fresh has begun!
Beating dead horses and riding slow turtles,
To make a point that will never be won!
Doesn't do a thing when slinging aged mud...
To accomplish an understanding,
Misunderstood.
Let us leave it alone...
Like we should!
Where is the opportunity
To let what 'was' go?
To know that today...
Has more purpose than yesterday.
Right now,
In this moment.
Let us be in 'it' without delay!
Right now,
In this moment...
Help me help us,
Find something good to do and say!
You must be tired,
Like I know I am...
To discover in review,
Nothing 'fresh' or new to be pursued!
And reliving past emotions feed,
A time that is not returning...
We should leave as is and let it be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Visit With Aging
I don't know why,
You believed I was older than you.
I use to be.
But you and aging have become much closer.
And it seems as if you have been convinced,
To interpret every year you have lived as a struggle.
I'm not trying to interpret my life that way at all.
When aging came to visit me,
I told it to make itself at home.
And if I choose to do what I please...
I'm not making an effort to be rude.
But neither am I going to sit with it to reminisced,
The good old days.
Too much everyday for me is new!
And...
I didn't feel I had to excuse myself from it to explore.
I just do.
You on the other hand...
Seem to want to impress aging,
As a depiction you believe is an acceptable process.
Hey,
We all have our interpretations.
However...
Yours appears to be a bit exaggerated.
But I aint mad at you!
What your visit with aging is like.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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