(The) Benefit of Needless Conflict
Blessed are those,
Who awaken with insight!
Those who have been shakened,
From a need to maintain...
Routine indoctrinations,
Of a perceived sanity.
One in which restricts limited beliefs.
Inflicted to sustain pain and grief.
And becoming less frightened,
They are...
By a Creator who wishes them to envision,
A 'truth' that is!
A truth that frees a consciousness,
Reaching to seek a peace within!
A peace shared and released between mankind.
And with truth accepted,
This without obstruction...
Can and does finally begin.
Blessed are those,
Who awaken with insight.
Those who have been shakened,
From a need to maintain...
Routine indoctrinations,
Of a perceived sanity.
One in which restricts limited beliefs.
Inflicted to sustain pain and grief.
At the benefit of needless conflict.
That produces sicknesses of all kinds.
And let it be said,
It has been to no one's benefit...
To admit on this Earth,
In their minds reflecting upon it.
That any conflict ever condoned...
Has created a respect for peace.
At least none as yet that has been expressed,
Or urgently digested to put an end to conflicts known.
To manifesting a peace that increases this benefit,
As can be shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Zero Twelve
Two zero zero eight.
Truth was served upon the plates.
Some ate it...
And felt fine.
Some wanted to wait,
Until two zero zero nine.
Two zero zero nine.
Digesting truth,
Was now in those minds.
And comprehension,
Many came to find as divine.
Then came two zero ten.
Reality of values came to sink in.
Folks began to sing.
Rejoicing about life!
And what life brings.
Clearly life meant more to them...
Than the collecting of things!
Or proclamations,
Of evilness.
Or the religious teachings of sins!
Two zero eleven!
Could this be heaven?
Here on Earth?
Was going through the conflict of change...
Bringing to everyone,
This total peace that came?
Two zero twelve...
Brought an exchange,
With other worldly beings...
Some looking like elves.
Some appearing much differently...
Like those we perceived,
As looking 'normal'...
Like ourselves!
And all beings came,
From other parts of the Universe...
To rejoice in the acceptance,
Of true diversity!
Like nothing before experienced.
With all achieving a higher consciousness...
In a bliss received,
By all who witness this!
And feeling grateful to be blessed,
With this gift that comes bringing with it...
A peace released.
And minds finally finding rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonder of His Creations
Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.
I am not here to debate your outlook,
Or your fate!
That has been done,
By an indoctrination you satiate.
And baited to remain...
In a routine that you maintain that sustains,
Your joy!
Nor am I the one to convince,
That a higher consciousness...
Expands and not condenses.
To retrieve and leave those arguments...
Left behind walls and locked up fences.
Subtracting and contracting minds,
As is observed and evidenced.
Since I've already witnessed,
The lack of benefit...
To that restrictiveness.
Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.
I have been there myself.
That is why I have chosen,
The wealth of mind expansion.
Receiving all of God's gifts,
With blessings He delivers.
Without religious affiliation.
Or congregating with those...
Who oppose how I have chosen
To be devoted!
I know He is 'there'...
And so am I,
Here where He has delivered.
And I know the Almighty exists.
Without debating such 'wonder' of His creations.
Or where He chooses to sit,
Within His Kingdom.
So wherever you go to supply your satisfactions...
May you keep attraction them to fulfill your needs!
I am not the one to plead with you,
Which road taken...
Leads to Him any quicker.
Since my insight tells me His presence is near.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slipping Away to Fade
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance is slipping away.
Upgraded is the consciousness.
And the importance of it has come to stay.
It is difficult to suppress,
Truth when truth is sought and confessed.
And pointless it is to try to hide it too...
When beliefs once known have shown new roots.
With a growing that leaves clear and fresh air to breathe.
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance is slipping away.
Upgraded is the consciousness.
And the importance of it has come to stay.
And we have been chosen to witness it.
And we who have come to benefit from this,
Will rise like flowers reaching up from concrete.
Becoming part of that which yesterday was not possible.
Not when solutions were ignored to correct,
Cracks appearing on city streets.
With powers unlimited and abilities unrestricted...
By useless conflicts inflicted to deceive.
With minds now uplifted no longer accepting this,
As part of life and the experience of it.
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance to stick,
Is slipping away.
Slipping away to fade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace and Conflict
Peace is laughter ike a musical bell,
Conflict is people crying,
Peace is everything being well,
Conflit is people dieing,
Peace is a very wonderful thing,
Conflict can be used t pursue peace,
Peace is a sound that makes you sing,
Conflict is the least luxurious thing,
Peace is sought after
And sometimes found,
Confit is punishment,
Paying the price,
Peace is being on safe ground,
Conflict makes people with heart of ice,
Peace you find in your heart,
Conflict tears our minds apart,
So remember these words and you'll live well,
Peace is laughter like a musical bell...
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Beliefs
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
There are those with beliefs of love and hate.
With more hating to believe
There is a weakness expressed,
When one confesses to have love.
There is a sickness some accept,
Because someone has said
Sickness for them is to be expected.
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And why is it some create their own conflicts?
As if not to do them
They will be neglected.
As if to exit from them with belief
A love and peace shared by all,
Will one day by all be accepted.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And whose beliefs,
Have been made more realistic?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No benefit
No benefit
No benefit.
You are cooking
You are eating
You are sitting
You are meeting.
No benefit
No benefit.
No body is there
To share
You have not
Shared anybody.
No benefit
No benefit.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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None Of It Desired Is Left To Protect
Use every element possible within your reach,
At your leisure.
Find it necessary to block the onslaught,
Of exposing attacks...
Upon a reality thought solid of unending facts.
Conditioned with beliefs kept as your secret weapon.
Keep them trapped,
And locked away in an unchanging mind...
As memories to discuss in debate,
With someone you would love to berate...
To find their theories of bigotry and hatred outdated.
One day you will awaken to discover the waste.
And your time spent dwindling,
Clinging onto delusions that are being removed,
From truth.
That same truth you used and filled,
With surrounding smoked screened fantasies...
Easily produced.
That very same truth,
You accused others you shamed and defamed...
Like so many who are now on the pursuit of sanity.
And anything that remotely expresses it!
Don't be surprised if lies you have kept sheltered.
With a wish to dissolve them from your existence....
Are very much alive and kept within your daily touch.
Remember this...
You fought to keep them,
Just the way they are.
And erasing them from your sight overnight,
Is going to be a challenge to regain and sustain...
Whatever you maintain is normalcy and correctness.
Since none of it desired is left to protect.
Not the way you suspect it should be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Frees
Truth frees!
Like a struggle from a cocoon,
To be butterflied!
To soar with beauty,
In Sun drenched skies.
Truth frees!
And that is seen from once closed eyes.
Freed from a consciousness known to exist,
In limitations condoned...
To magnetize those heartaches.
With fears and pains,
Shared to groan and felt to moan.
Truth frees!
A mind disconnected,
From disrespect and neglect.
To reflect upon rejection,
As tests to produce one's best.
With a satisfaction,
That brings one a peace of mind...
Now one can confess,
Brings one more rest.
Truth frees those who can accept,
Those lessons learned.
And on them can self examine,
A success that has progressed...
From low depths to heights now flown!
Truth frees,
A happiness trapped...
In doubts now lived,
Without comparing sorrows.
As if this is a gift to give!
'Are you a christian, democrat?
Independent or conservative?
Are you liberal or right wing?
Are you a socialist, capitalist...
Or a nonconformist?
With misfit mutterings?
Are you a nationalist,
With a patriotic point of view?
Are you racially inclined?
Exactly...
What are you? '
Truth frees!
Like a struggle from a cocoon,
To be butterflied!
To soar with beauty,
In Sun drenched skies.
Truth frees!
And that is seen from once closed eyes.
Freed from a consciousness known to exist,
In limitations condoned...
To magnetize those heartaches.
With fears and pains,
Shared to groan and felt to moan.
Truth frees!
'I see!
You're just another irrational radical.
Attempting to bring attention to yourself.'
Truth frees!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Conflicts Perceived To Be The Goal To Reach
To comfort with a smothering of lies,
Does one thing.
It keeps the production of deceit,
Thriving to become more respected...
With conflicts perceived to be the goal to reach.
And peace?
Well...
What about it?
It has already proven not to be marketable.
Or of benefit to those greedy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inside Is My Mecca
Inside is my mecca.
A peace that is complete!
Released is all conflict.
My mind is at ease.
Inside I find rainbows.
And cloudless blue sky.
I feel Sun rays beaming upon me.
I walk tall with pride,
Without surprise.
Inside is my love hold.
With strength that increases.
I show bliss reflected.
I am blessed to receive it.
Inside me are spirits.
Ancestors who live.
I am this gift given.
And treasured this is!
Inside I keep faith,
As a jewel I caress.
I nourish it to flourish.
And make each step...
Better placed,
Than the best steps I left!
Inside is my mecca.
A peace that is complete!
Released is all conflict.
My mind is at ease.
And as calm as a fresh breeze,
I am blessed to receive to breathe...
Before it leaves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Appreciating the Pleasure of Receiving Less
Condemning the process,
Without having a hint to its content.
Or if it has potential to benefit.
Offers nothing to those accustomed,
To do what they've been told.
And that is to follow through,
With isolated beliefs of limitation.
A routine that keeps them on their knees.
Appreciating the pleasure of receiving less.
And identifying that with a kept unhappiness!
With a consciousness accepted,
Self serving and disrespected.
While expressing this as confessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tom & Mary
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
Before our guests arrive
If they haven't found out already
It's gonna blow their minds.
Will they find the strength to find the will to testify?
And for the benefit of Tom and Mary
There's something we can't hide anymore
Everybody here knows the story
Some have fabricated extra parts
See the sisters shouting whispers
Feeding heartache to the sparks.
Put a damper on the party
It will lighten up this room.
And for the benefit of Tom and Mary
They've got to see the truth today
Miss Powersson says here they come
And all the chatter and the smiles have come undone
And you could here a pin drop on the carpet floor
Everyone's pretending not to hear them knocking at the door
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
Before our guests arrive
If they haven't found out already it's gonna blow their minds
If they haven't found our already
And all the seams all seem to show
And for the benefit of Tom and Mary
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
For the benefit of Tom and Mary
We gotta let the truth be known
song performed by by Ben Folds Five from Naked Baby Photos
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This Havoc
They attempt to silence those...
Who are against their beliefs!
And yet it is their beliefs...
That loudly shout out,
For change!
Nothing about them or what is valued,
Has remained the same.
And...
No one silenced has created this havoc!
Or with such a disturbance to focus on chaos.
Anyone seeking peace,
Is not looking for it through conflict!
No one is against their beliefs at all.
The concept is there!
The ideals are magnificent.
However...
The reality of the practice,
Is missing in action!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Threats To Keep A People In Grief
How can we seek solutions...
When our denials love to bask,
In a pleasing done by deceit.
How can we non-fictionalize our lives,
When fiction is all we seek.
How can we ever expect to accept the truth,
When none of it is believed.
And how is a greatness once perceived,
So willing to feed decadence...
And allow conflict and division succeed.
All of these may be questions!
But the opportunity to answer them,
Become threats to keep a people in grief.
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Force of Peace
Are we the force of peace?
And as a people,
How is that released and shown?
From whose perspective is this known?
When battle cries express victory!
With enemies to conquer.
To enforce 'our' beliefs.
Are we the force of peace?
How is it identified,
As many conflicts are ignited.
With division created!
And from this hatred is released.
If indifference to others is an observation increased...
Who determines what warhead to use,
To end the breath of those who breathe...
For purposes to win and not to lose,
An impression of power that can only express death!
Leaving not peace for those who might survive.
But a planned connived lifelessness left...
For those who believe,
Blood they shed...
Will not leave them to eternally grieve.
Are we the force of peace?
That depends...
When a determination begins,
To end an unnnecessary weeping and bleeding.
And an unconsciousness that awakens,
To realize no success meets and greets...
An obsession to feed a greeding.
One day to eventually cease...
From the minds of those who are beasts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Depends On the Enlightenment of Your Consciousness
How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
How much more would you like?
Would you like that with or without an appetitizer?
You seem to prefer your suffering done,
With a full voicing of complaint.
You seem to have awaited,
The moment of its infliction.
Then you began...
A whining without constraint!
How much more pain can you endure?
How much more would you like?
When did you decide,
That an enduring of it...
Brought to you more dignity?
And enhanced your pride in others' eyes?
How much more pain can you endure?
You seem to enjoy it with cocktails.
Or at least with others,
Who feel their afflictions...
Increases a degree of a perceived patriotism!
And of course...
No end appears in sight for your noble sacrifice.
How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
But I am sure,
When you begin to hold yourself accountable for it...
You will awaken to discover,
The foolishness of your decision.
And those you believed had your best interests...
Kept you in pain to obtain their own gains!
And how much of their gain,
Can you endure at your expense?
That depends on the enlightenment of your consciousness.
And your willingness to seek some answers,
When you have been detoxed from your addiction!
Without the need to martyr or bleed away,
Your right to a peace of mind...
That has obviously become no one's concern!
And this is a lesson,
You aren't the only one...
That has to learn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All If Not Most Of Their Lives
As long as it is perceived,
There is an advantage had...
By keeping the facts from being known,
And people kept away from truth to be shown...
There will always be martyrs to come and go,
To fight against those...
Defending to protect a worshipping of deceptions.
And difficult it is to do this when that struggle is against...
The ones conditioned to accept lies told to them,
All if not most of their lives!
Since a sleeping in a deep darkness slept,
Where they find comfort that will benefit and prevent...
Any appearance of light that has an appetite to destroy,
Insight to brighten and widen their visions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Going To Be Left To Leave
Wouldn't it be nice,
If we were not enticed by temptations.
And peace wished to exist,
Would not be marketed...
With such a high price to pay for it.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If people lived with values...
Others respected.
And did not discover them to take away.
But left them alone to appreciate.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those differences God sees fit...
Were actually accepted,
And all who live to witness it...
Would think of themselves as blessed.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those asleep would awaken with wishes...
To leave behind their selfish ways,
To realize there is only one Earth.
And the Earth comes first.
And no matter who 'has' or believes 'what'...
No one or that which is claimed to possess,
Stays to remain without a transition.
Everything shown is going to be left to leave,
On Earth as it is meant to be.
Right where they are...
The Sun, Moon, Earth and Stars,
Are not in conflict.
If they were...
You and I would not exist,
To make claims of ownership.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth and Reality (Opinion)
Daily at the end of my "anusthaanam"-(spiritual ritual) ", I make a strong, fervent and sincere prayer to the Divinity that intellectuals and scholars in the world should be fearless and speak the truth without any inhibitions. This has been the tradition of our ancestors and speaking truth is essential for the benefit of the society and the society will be able to know the actualities and act on them.
Normally the rulers do not like the truth to be known. Also leaders of ideologies, religions, their supporters and the like also do not like the truth to be known to the ordinary people. The writers are normally and should be fearless such that the ills and evils in the society are exposed and remedial measures are taken. But what is truth?
Truth is what it is or as it is irrespective of perceptions of the individuals. Reality is what we see of truth; how much we see of truth. Reality is always dictated by our mental make-up, likes, dislikes, limitations in our ability and willingness to see, view, comprehend and accept the truth. Reality is individual's perception of the truth. Truth, most of the times, is only perceived and rarely understood or experienced. Thus reality is limited truth. Reality is either inability to be truthful or inability and limitations of the individual to see the truth unbiased. Also truth corresponds to the individual, about himself, his Self and the reality corresponds to the objective world within and without the body of the individual.
Real situations are compromised states of existence in the attempt of pursuit of the truth. We all talk about truth limited by our perception and not the truth most of the times. We have compulsions inbuilt, acquired or imagined not to accept the truth and allow truth to be spoken or spread through us. But truth is a flowing river. It may flood us but it never dries up. On the other the reality is like a stagnated lake. Our fear of repercussions taking place if we speak, accept or propagate truth, make us real and not truthful. We prefer peaceful and calm life. We call that realistic approach and adjust and compromise.
Thus, most of the times, we are not truthful. We are all limited and confined to our perceptions of truth. Truth is best revealed when understood or experienced. But we rarely get such insight. All our knowledge and information is hearsay through books, newspapers, magazines, radio and TV news channels, web sites etc, . We are all aware that these books and news items are filtered through the editors and owners of these media. Thus the perceptions of these responsible and financing individuals decide the truth content in the item. We pick up these as truth and argue or form our own perceptions. Sometimes the editorial policy of the editors or owners of these media do not allow truth as it is to reach us when they find it objectionable in that form. Thus truth is never completely known or allowed to be known and hence not completely comprehended. The fears, imaginations, illusions shape our perceptions and our comprehension of the truth. Many times it appears that no absolute truth exists or known, perceived or understood and experienced. Just as feelings and perceptions of good and bad and other qualities, truth is also relative as "truth to me", "truth to him", "truth to you", "truth to them" and a truth accepted by all is not possible and available to be expressed, accepted or spread and we all mistake our perceptions of truth as truth without understanding or experiencing the truth. But truth is like fire. It can not be hidden or held in hand.
the palm. Truth sneaks through our cautions and suppression and declares itself.
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Peaceful Prayers
Let there be peace in the world.
Let us all see peace and not war.
Let us all have peace in the world.
Let all our statesmen know no violence,
Let all love peace with warm vehemence,
Let all be clothed with passionate patience,
Let all respect peace with real reverence.
Let peace pervade every political terrain,
Let peace calm the spirits of every domain,
Let peace be at peace with every reign,
Let each achieve peace with poor pain.
Peace, to you we plead: come to us.
Peace, we entreat you: deign on us.
Peace, we want you: envelope us.
Let our homes be adorned with peace,
Let our streets be paved with peace,
Let our cities be set on a hilltop of peace.
Let peace taint our every thought.
Let there be peace, let peace never cease
Let there be peace, let war forever cease.
poem by Jude Ogunade
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