(The) Acceptance of a Nothingness
Somehow the meaninglessness...
Many describe as senseless,
Has a meaningfulness...
In a useful kind of way.
The acceptance of a nothingness...
As it is applied,
Has a purpose that drives curiosities...
To perceive a conception connected,
With a totalness lived.
Yet arguably not perfected.
And rejecting this completion given,
As 'part of' a mural of existence...
Does not validate,
A separateness.
Like a timeless void without exits.
And since there aren't any witnessed...
It sits.
Since there is an attention given it.
Even within the abstraction that attracts,
A collective misunderstanding of what it is.
Whatever it is,
That we...
You and I try scientifically to determine.
In our limited mindsets to fit it in.
And even if that meaningless nothing,
Is described as senseless...
There is a meaningfulness of it,
That is with us here to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I'm concerned about is the people who don't dwell on the meaninglessness of their lives, or the meaningfulness of it-who just pursue mindless entertainment.
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Everything Today Is In a Collective Bin
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose.
That attracts to their past actions.
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten.
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose,
To regurgitate from an hypnosis done.
That has enraged the minds of the blinded ones!
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten,
Just to indulge themselves in entertaining whims.
Not caring about others...
But them, them, them!
They wish to conquer and win.
But what?
Is the argument?
And from where was this insecurity fed?
That jeopardizes a security,
To bring upon their chosen soil...
Blood donated and shed!
'They fight to incite their on insanity,
Without consciousness or insight.
To where would they flee...
When the poisons have worn off,
Of their bitter thoughts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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989. What Is Solitude?
Amma, What Is Solitude?
World is always busy.
Blind mind too busy all the time.
I seek a place to be in solitude,
To brood over the meaningfulness
-of the existence of the world;
-of the existence of the mind.
On hill tops,
On river sides,
On vast deserts,
On sea shores,
In green vales …
Wherever I go,
Both world and mind follow me ever.
Can’t get rid of these shameless ones.
What is the meaning of SOLITUDE?
poem by Raman Savithiri
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There Is A Void
There is a void, a sheer nothingness
that fills my life that is almost boundless
when you are away from me
when I see the world with a strange kind of aloofness
and in every misunderstanding
that is yearning for a kind of understanding,
there is something that is yearning for love
that comes selflessly and undemanding.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Bewildered By The Process of Progress
I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.
And comprehension for this session,
Is a prerequisite.
Pretentions and anything less than common sense...
Will not reveal the purpose,
As to why something appearing out of reach...
Attracts most and gets immediate attention.
I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.
And I will learn what that lesson is,
Without concern of the consequences.
Something will be exchange to my benefit.
Whether I limp in pain or walk away entertained...
I am going to gain an experience.
And a life lived can not be done without them!
You know...
Those experiences,
We more often get as we grow...
To eventually sit us down acknowledging,
Just how blessed we are!
And in appreciation of what has been accomplished,
As some reminisce bewildered by the process of progress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Domination: The Ecstatic Paradox
impossible to rein the intense gripping
to break all the ribs till to make bend
bowing down to touch the soul of dominant paws
impossible to leave the bushy tunnel
to mould it raptured till the boneless mud
fleshy rampart turns into slithery slumber
growling wears senseless surrender
to make all other choices to sleep in the grave
virtually begins begging to fuel empowerment
time stands to embrace storm
to charge the tremendous volanic ditch
to wrap to reap to pile up original depth of ritz
pleasure melts to ecstasy
pain melts to senseless nothingness
nothingness tranforms into deathless proximity
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Stay connected
Stay connected
Stay connected with people
Stay connected to serve the people.
No matter
Who you are
No matter
Monarch dictator
Elected leader
You must keep
With you unity of
Purpose and action.
Stay connected
With the people
Or face the debacle.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Senseless?
senselessly
make sense by being senseless at times
we all need that
to realize we are not what we are after all
we too are what we are for what we are not
senseless and
numb
senselessly why worry about sense at all?
bipolarity
flesh and spirit
mind and matter
brain and brass
don't you worry
take some beer and smoke
watch what happens to the world
in conflagration
of senseless thoughts
loafing is the work of another genius
when the mind simply drifts like a butterfly
on a windless day
shopping for petals in the garden
of no-man's land
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Thieving Feeble Mind
Respect one of a thieving feeble mind.
Clearly misunderstanding,
Of a shallowness that confines.
An attention sought...
Is all that this kind seeks.
Irritating may be his deeds!
But from limited resources,
Is where his comprehension...
Without a reaching,
Keeps
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Time For Everything
There is a time for everything.
For some it comes too soon.
And the appreciation of the everything
is lost like a clouded moon.
For those that receive it later in life
the everything is the prize.
It awakens understanding
and opens up the eyes.
They grasp it fervently
and hold it oh so tight.
The meaningfulness of the everything
will never leave their sight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Was Not Born To Walk Behind Shadows
When I noticed my own shadow,
I needed no one or nothing else...
To validate my existence.
Hours at a time.
Weeks, months and many years,
It would stay behind me.
Even those who attempted to insist,
I should seek their acceptance...
Could not prove why I would want it.
I was not born to walk 'behind' shadows.
My mind was not prepared for this.
It was too obvious I created my own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The New Religion Of 'Nothingness
THE NEW RELIGION OF ‘NOTHINGNESS'
The new Religion of Nothingness
Hates God
And aims at Faith's Destruction-
The new Religion of Nothingness
Celebrates accident and incident
Idolizes the Purposelessness and Meaninglessness
Of it all-
And consoles us with speculations
That our universe may be a multiverse
Which too did not have to be created to exist.
The new Religion of Nothingness
Feigns Proof for its main contention
And gives Humanity no Hope
But only Nothing and more Nothing
As Beginning and End of all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Intellect distinguishes between the possible and the impossible; reason distinguishes between the sensible and the senseless. Even the possible can be senseless.
Intellect distinguishes between the possible and the impossible reason distinguishes between the sensible and the senseless. Even the possible can be senseless.
Unless It Disappears
The lack of acknowledgement present,
Does not change the existence of a thing!
Or bring a climax to wondering!
Even if occupied space is ignored,
It will still be there!
Black, colorized, white and/or devoid of air.
The intention of its existence...
Does not rely on an attention mentioned!
The purpose and its value,
Is to share with those aware.
Accepting or rejecting it...
Does 'it' stop with feelings to care?
To prove or disapprove,
That which 'is' IS there!
Nothing is going to change it at all...
Unless it disappears.
And that's not likely to happen here,
Even if there is a sudden silence of darkness...
That shuts light from eyes,
And blocks the hearing of ears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embarrassments Can Be Quickly Erased
If a declaration is made,
Of having amnesia...
'After' a violent act of atrocities,
Against others have been committed...
'That' is acceptable.
In any court where laws are aborted,
Tom distort.
And if one's amnesia can be connected,
To a childhood deprived of attention given...
Senseless attacks upon others are warranted.
No matter how innocent those who are defenseless.
Or a decision one makes,
To premeditate...
A conscious doing that takes place.
'So what is it that you are saying? '
Embarrassments can be quickly erased,
Depending upon...
Who passes the judgement.
And the quality of the statements heard to be taken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creation of His Wish
Can we detach ourselves from distractions?
Can we allow explorations to expand within our minds,
And finding the Universe more than a place
Confining us to taste limitations?
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
On a threaded existence that's how we survive.
Just one snap of that thread and time for us is denied.
This living 'thing' we call cosmic space...
Has much more to offer us,
Something 'divine'
Keep Earth's spin in place.
We hold on to concepts that we alone exist.
And yet there is proof other beings pay us visits!
Many are in denial with thoughts of disbelief.
Close your eyes and view what is seen...
A vastness we are part of,
And yet out of our reach!
Something is there to attract us to IT!
A consciousness more developed,
Must certainly exist!
Can we detach ourselves from distractions,
To ask this entity...
For a more enlightened state of mind,
Such as 'that' which we can not see?
We pray to God to materialize wishes...
And God is ALL of IT!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
More 'gifts' from God will come to benefit.
Since all that is witnessed is a creation of His wish!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
We can see God in ALL of 'this'!
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
Can you and me...
They and we,
Detach ourselves from distractions,
To validate our destiny?
If 'anything' is possible for God to provide,
Love and peace are not mere illusions...
But in fact realities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Useless Youth
Many suddenly see it to have been totally foolish.
To create the music for conflict and dance to it.
As nature and everything connected,
Show opposing signs to this...
Mankind is so addicted,
That a crumbling witnessed is viewed as optimistic.
Arguments persist over values long nonexistent.
Immature mindsets can not resist the thrill of it.
This for many has become a habit.
And as generations come and go,
There is a wish not to let certain memories flow.
But are chosen to stay in minds to recapture useless youth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human Comedies (Revised)
Something I love, something I enjoy so much
I do not care whether dead or alive – turning
attention back to an Interpol document about
a foul perpetrator of a heinous crime, a drug
mule profiteering from drug abuse
Gone is a deeper meaningfulness gained by
life’s pensive evaluation, quiet contemplation
of beautiful thoughts, a laser beam diffusing,
diffracting, scattering in another dimension,
away from blind consciousness – gaining
Sense of purpose & satisfaction – but back
to rhythms of repetitious routine lulling me to
sleep, hiding the dazzling joy of creative
activity; blissful experience has to be few
and far between to remain unique
A place in daily consciousness for human
beings to live in small bits of time chipped
from cycles of infinity – where timelessness
is insupportable if we did not design and play
in these intriguing human comedies
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Any alliance whose purpose is not the intention to wage war is senseless and useless.
quote by Adolf Hitler
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