Let Your judgement fall
Dear God, the friends I hold dear from the very begin
do not know the pain I am in,
some may see the life I am leading
as half a sin, unaware of the soul within
and no words can truly reveal
everything that I know, everything that I feel,
the curses on my integrity my name that rages me
without a way to deal with it, a way to heal
and in the half truths and lies
spread by powerful people as a slandering exercise
poison envelops me like weeds
and although my words and deeds denies
the fabricated facts and I have the power
to against the onslaught stand firm like a steel tower,
have the ability to destroy in return, to debase and to degrade
I do not from my responsibilities or the truth cower
but whom am I mere man to declare war on You,
to shatter your church, to destroy it right out of the blue
with the effects of it having world wide ramifications
even if the facts that I have are reliable and true?
As the men assaulting me, slandering me as a dignified cause
are only men and not without faults or above laws
and should be rendering nobler deeds, be following their creed
not like savage beasts have blood on their paws
l’Envoi
and now I leave them in Your hand
and I am not able to understand
how Christian people can act as this
and with the effect of deeds done I stand,
behold me and let Your judgement fall,
Your destruction fall, on one and all
that has smitten me,
every single one, either large or small.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.
Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!
Just do your deeds and be done with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give the command for Your war
Never in the time that I exist
did You declared human secrets
like now to me, things intertwined so deep,
given to me with illustrious meaning
enable me to become aware of the true facts
of mighty people threatening me and my nation
and there are pain and sorrow everywhere
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
Everyone wants a bit of happiness, an own little place
and now the smudging clouds are rolling away like fog
and without any fear You want me to go
with big and sincere pity
to them that are the enemies of me and my nation,
in spite of resistance, to go to them
to warn them, to spell your sentence out,
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
Lord these people do not fear You,
they are caught up in modern knowledge,
believe that You do not exist, are only a myth
but now I will put it straightforward with all inherent meaning:
I have irrefutable prescience that destruction waits
and this is not something that I allege
and the coming disaster is unknown in world history
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
l’Envoi
Lord God, if these oppressors do not come to repentance,
then let Your judgement fall, if they do not pray to You.
Almighty Lord, loosen Your winds to destroy,
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The revealing
Never in the time that I exist
did You declared human secrets
like now to me, things intertwined so deep,
given to me with illustrious meaning
enable me to become aware of the true facts
of mighty people threatening me and my nation
and there are pain and sorrow everywhere
coming from oppression and I cannot remain silent any longer.
Everyone wants a bit of happiness, an own little place
and now the smudging clouds are rolling away like fog
and without any fear You want me to go
with big and sincere pity
to them that are the enemies of me and my nation,
in spite of resistance, to go to them
to warn them, to spell your sentence out,
to tell about your judgement that is threatening.
Lord these people do not fear You,
they are caught up in modern knowledge,
believe that You do not exist, are only a myth
but now I will put it straightforward with all inherent meaning:
I have irrefutable prescience that destruction waits
and this is not something that I allege
and the coming disaster is unknown in world history
where dying people, weakly gasp for breath.
l’Envoi
Lord God, if these oppressors do not come to repentance,
then let Your judgement fall, if they do not pray to You.
Almighty Lord, loosen Your winds to destroy,
give the command for Your war, as I have to reveal Your will.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Truth Are Lies.. Lies Are Truth..
speak your truth from your quivering lips
but also your lies comes through them..
your half lies are also your half truths
yet your half truths are also your half lies
what shall you talk about them if your thruth are your lies
and your lieas are your truths
then this world would be filled of noise
being lies and being the truth
until all of us will be lost
what to believe and follow
will it be the half lies
or the half truths?
which one is to choice
the truth is yours but also are the lies..
so let us all live with he truths and the lies
within our hearts within our minds
till we are lost in a maze of half lies and half truths
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Thats All
Alan brandt, bob haymes
I can only give you country walks in spring time
The hand to hold when leaves begin to fall
And the lovers burning lights were born on the winter nights
Thats all thats all
There are those I know who have told you
They could give you the whole round world for a toy
All I have are my arms to enfold you
And a love time can never destroy destroy
So if youre wondering what Im asking in return dear
Youll be so surprised to know my demands are very small
Just say its me that you adore for now nad evermore
Thats all thats all
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Held Accountable
We all are held accountable
On the things we do in our life
From the deeds we do, and the words we say
And from the actions that we leave behind.
As our paths they cannot be forgotten
Nor the walks or the steps we have taken
And the things we done or felt or said
They will become the future that we have been making.
As a rock that is tossed into the ocean
And as it hits upon it’s surface
The ripple effect for that rock has began
Then later we will see its effect and its purpose.
And we too are all held accountable
As that is the way that it should be,
From the things we done and the words we said
As that will become part of our history.
We all are held accountable
For our endeavors that became our past
And should we not also be made to stand up and own
All our actions and deeds that formed and shaped our life.
We must stand up and accept our past
As that is the way that it truly should be
So we can't run or even hide away
Like life, that is our destiny.
As one day we all will be held accountable
From the deeds and actions that we have done
So we must be prepared to accept them all
As like from death, from it we cannot run.
So watch the steps that you do take
And think closely on the path you do choose
As that will be the destiny you chose for yourself
And one day it will come back to visit you.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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An upright soul
Thoughts must conform to words
And words to deeds to give peace.
Good thoughts and bad words: one is
raw.
Bad thoughts and good words: one is a cheat.
Good words and bad deeds: one is
cruel.
Bad words and good deeds: one is a
barker.
Thoughts, words and deeds must not
be
In conflicts to ensure an upright soul.
25.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unveiling lines without a rose
The white moon gleams in the wood
From every bough there comes a voice
Beneath the bower with a meaning of one choice
The pond reflects a shimmering mirror of a hood
As dawn breaks the silhouette of thoughts
Projected by the dim willow shade
Where winds lament what dreams us taught
We crave these dreams to last and not to be dread
Yet I aught to content with the thought….
If a woman ever loved
In faithful truth
As you by me
If a love faith ever found
So true in faith
As mine in you
To draw the strength
To seek the faith
That comes of self control
The truths that never can be proved
Until we close with all we loved
And in harmony we flow and lull soul to soul
Our livings will that shall endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock
We shall rise in the spiritual rock
Out of which the holy water of cure
Shall flow among our deeds and make them pure
Now I hold these lines in sin
To put in words the love’s anguish that I feel
For words like nature, half reveal
And half conceal the soul within
Oh, horrid heart how fares it with you now
That you have leaded me to failure by my own desire
And not once to stall, to repent at all or inquire
What makes me fall so low
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What Is Said
How could I ever tell you how important what you say
can be
that the words of any man in a day
can affect a life, millions, or even me
our words have so much power
so do not cower
and do not shy away
do not hold back what you want to say
because your words affect a lifetime
speak your mind
all shall be fine
do not fear rejection for the reward is sublime
to save life or cause a turn
to help the world, or save one destined to burn
but forget not that words destroy and create
break down and perpetuate
the power of words and their force of love
the power of words and their capacity for sadistic destruction
forget not that you hold inside this death and life
the power to create argument and strife
or peace and tranquility
remember, remember dear child that each word can kill
each word can fill
with love and joy
or malice and contempt
so don't attempt
to downplay their importance
and play the fool
because its those words that are a part of you
its those words that yours my child
now use them wisely, say what must be said
for with all my years of experience i have learned that what's most important
sometimes...
is simply
What's said
poem by David Knox
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A Legend of Truth
Once on a time, the ancient legends tell,
Truth, rising from the bottom of her well,
Looked on the world, but, hearing how it lied,
Returned to her seclusion horrified.
There she abode, so conscious of her worth,
Not even Pilate's Question called her forth,
Nor Galileo, kneeling to deny
The Laws that hold our Planet 'neath the sky.
Meantime, her kindlier sister, whom men call
Fiction, did all her work and more than all,
With so much zeal, devotion, tact, and care,
That no one noticed Truth was otherwhere.
Then came a War when, bombed and gassed and mined,
Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And through the dust and glare and wreck of things,
Beheld a phantom on unbalanced wings,
Reeling and groping, dazed, dishevelled, dumb,
But semaphoring direr deeds to come.
Truth hailed and bade her stand; the quavering shade
Clung to her knees and babbled, "Sister, aid!
I am--I was--thy Deputy, and men
Besought me for my useful tongue or pen
To gloss their gentle deeds, and I complied,
And they, and thy demands, were satisfied.
But this--" she pointed o'er the blistered plain,
Where men as Gods and devils wrought amain--
"This is beyond me! Take thy work again."
Tablets and pen transferred, she fled afar,
And Truth assumed the record of the War...
She saw, she heard, she read, she tried to tell
Facts beyond precedent and parallel--
Unfit to hint or breathe, much less to write,
But happening every minute, day and night.
She called for proof. It came. The dossiers grew.
She marked them, first, "Return. This can't be true."
Then, underneath the cold official word:
"This is not really half of what occurred."
She faced herself at last, the story runs,
And telegraphed her sister: "Come at once.
Facts out of hand. Unable overtake
Without your aid. Come back for Truth's own sake!
Co-equal rank and powers if you agree.
They need us both, but you far more than me!"
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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When all others are gone
They that abstain from hurting
when others lash out
with words and deeds that sting
that do not bring about
pain, when tempted to do so,
who refrain, unmoved when circumstance
demands action and is slow
in judgement and remembrance;
they are true in their brotherhood
as stewards and disciples of the Lord
and their graces are sometimes misunderstood
but sincerity is etched into every deed and word:
and these people stand alone,
true to their core, when all others are gone.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mans Sins
GOD wants all man to make it to Heaven
While man is determined to send himself to Hell
As he will deny the law, that GOD gave us all
Then that road to heaven he will ultimately fail.
He ignores the laws that was set before us
Then he uses excuses why he did or must sin
But he cannot hide, from those deeds inside
As he will then marked before GOD and men.
He will think that he is rightous to one and all
As he will declare to all that his sins were a must
He will forget his sinful way, until judgement day
As his soul will be judged and his body will become dust.
Man thinks that all will forget the evils he has done
But in the end his deeds and acts they will all prevail
And he will be known, from the deeds that he has sewn
GOD gives out heaven, but man's determined to go to Hell.
poem by Randy McClave
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The Power Of The Word
words are indeed powerful
they have emotive power
to transform present moods
inspire all receptive minds
cast us down into captive depths
of depression when devastating
but when born of enlightened
hearts our heartfelt sacred words
may vibrate tranquility harmony
peace and good will to all souls
words cascade rivers of emotive
energies to bless heal or hurt words
create our world realities
we bless with smiles
radiant with shimmering
life goodwill or we curse
with anger, greed, pride,
selfishness, thoughtlessness;
choose words to nurture
to bless or embrace silences
voice no opinions
unless uplifting
all truth is revealed
in times mysteries
let God vindicate
us reward us
for any good deeds
while forgiving
us our errors
as we forgive
grow in experiences
conflict good deeds
have rewards
in heaven
evil will have
its day slay
broken minds
all who fall
prey to evil
words evil
acts evil
emotions
let God
judge us
avenge us
if our persecutor
will not repent
but let us
sow seeds
joyous
of happiness
through wisdom’s
boldness
let our words
heal many
hurt none
as we Bless
our God’s creations
let Divine God’s
will be done
Inspired by the poem ‘MAGICAL WORDS’ by Rekha Sathya
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Through An Administrative Process
Stop and listen.
Learn and heal.
No one 'should' have their life,
Affected adversely...
By someone sitting behind a desk,
Making decisions as to who to destroy next.
Through an administrative process.
To affect one unsuspectong
One should first ask for a copy,
Of those records kept.
To review who has said what and why,
Before one allows oneself to get upset.
This will reveal comments intended to stay concealed.
And that person who deceives for whatever the reason.
Stop and listen.
Learn and heal.
With 'facts',
Before re-acting!
And in the presence of your lawyer.
If laws are still used to protect those with facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cranking Up of Notches
We live in times that reveal the use,
Of lowdown tactics.
Anything mentioned and innuendoed,
Is subject for destruction.
And immediate devastation showing to expose.
Everyone demands their desires be represented.
No one chooses to hear with clarity,
Facts and reason researched.
People are prepared to lurch and attack.
With or without assessing what 'is' or 'is not' true.
Many have been through,
The cranking up of notches.
Many have been accused...
Based on suggestion alone.
But we live in those times that reveal the use,
Of lowdown tactics and other accepted abuses.
Anything to confuse and defame reputable names,
With applied dismemberment...
Is enough for suspicions meant to be sent.
Everyone wants their desires represented.
Few wish today to have their requests resented.
So quick is the anger that is presented,
To dismember and destroy any reflection of joy.
With a cranking up of notches to ensure good deeds are botched
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Dear Death
As My Soul Going Mad
And The Bath is Getting dark
My Life is The Same '
people hurting me alot
My Dear Death Gone Mad
From tonight we Will Destroy Their Lands
As My Fear Getting High
and My Tears Going To Rain Again
My Dear Devil And my Dear God
all i'm asking is For another Chance
My Dear Devil Show Me My Angels in The Dark
And my Dear God Burn Thos The one Whos Hurting My Heart
My Knife N My Mask Around my Eyes
Angel With a Devil united under the White line
Give me The Darkness And Blow them Away
Here I Come To My Evilness Again
Thanks To People Wont Leave me Alone
Thanks to their Dirty mouths and their Dirty Shots
Dear Devil Show me The Evil Dark
so i can use it To Make them Fall Down
Dear God Save my Dark from This Life
and Destroy everyone im my bath
Death And Evillnees Coming to my heart
So I Can Drow a line Between the People and the life
Here I Come With My Black heart
As A Black Wolf Hunting in The Dark
poem by Rakan ALMURAIKHI
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Customized To Personalize
Those who take others for granted,
To advance their own 'advantages'...
With an effective slandering done.
And welcomed by others...
As if this feeding has become a feast.
Will not like what Mother Nature does.
When a return of these activities,
Are customized to personalize...
One's discreet and evil deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's All
I can only give you love that lasts forever,
And a promise to be near each time you call.
And the only heart I own
For you and you alone
That's all,
That's all
I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;
And a love whose burning light
Will warm the winter's night
That's all,
That's all.
There are those I am sure who have told you,
They would give you the world for a toy.
All I have are these arms to enfold you,
And a love time can never destroy.
If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.
Say it's me that you'll adore,
For now and evermore
That's all,
That's all.
If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.
Say it's me that you'll adore,
For now and evermore
That's all,
That's all.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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