A Dawning Is Going to Be Witnessed
One day,
In the real world lived...
A dawning is going to be witnessed.
And everyone who sees it,
Will agree...
A period of darkness has ended.
And those who missed this phenomenon,
Will be left right where they are...
Asleep.
With no one awakening them,
To solicit from them an opinion...
As to what may be their beliefs!
And that dawning will be experienced for what it is!
The Sun.
Rising upon the horizon.
And surrounding in full acknowledgement,
Is a noticeable occurrence of life!
Stripped of pretensions.
Although traumaticized by this,
Many will hopefully accept it...
And will be able to move on.
Without any attempts to prompt a thought process,
That 'this' is indeed what 'actually' takes place...
Within a twenty four hour period.
You know...
With the Earth revolving on its axis.
And what the Moon does.
And how the Sun sorta completes all of this.
You know...
Back to basics and elementary stuff?
As is directed without debate or recommendations.
With the elimination of needs for surveys to be taken.
Comparisons of brains and other lame insecure uses.
Or preferences of one's color, style or taste...
Biased for racial distorted configurations.
All of 'that' which currently takes place.
To leave behind those unconscious,
To find this most difficult to take.
As if from their minds 'something' had been neutered.
Like an erasing of traditions inflicted upon all cultures.
'You're not suggesting the end of an infestation,
Of democracy? Socialized as tyranny? Or...'
Naw!
More consciously manifested!
More mentally digested,
For those finished with the combating...
To exalt their ignorance.
But no communal castration this!
Diseased to test the selling pharmaceuticals.
Oh no.
A purposefulness has been added to the mix.
YES!
AND all of life on Earth is magically involved.
One day,
In the real world lived...
A dawning is going to be witnessed.
And everyone who sees it,
Will agree...
A period of darkness has ended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Black Dawning
I hung around
On the planet mabel
She tried to stand
But she was not able
She tried to find the truth
She tried to colonize space
She only had a few
But it was a good race
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning
Old black dawning
Im always happy to
Go down to old tucson
After you had your fun
Its time to move on
Ive got a favorite story
About the tower of babel
Some say its true
And some say its a fable
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning is coming on
Old black dawning
Old black dawning
song performed by by Frank Black
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Some Random Oneliners (oneryus)
i live in a world of hypocrites as one among them!
death comes searching for us like a mother searching for her lost child...
life is beyond all labels we give it...
if we land straight on our face due to our own innocence or ignorance, i'm no exception...
we go to the end of the earth searching for a soul mate, only to find him or her, playing hide n seek from within!
where eagles dare, so do my dreams...
the more darkness around, more does light abound
this morning i'm the sea in which the golden sun reflected n dissolved...
is the much talked of first breath and the last really so...?
life ceases to be a surprise but it continues to have a disturbing question mark after it...
the constants: the sun, the sky, no not the sea...and illusion of the world...
life and the relationships therein form on us as habit...
...and with each death experienced/witnessed, a part of us dies in preparation to our own finale...
a random compilation over a period of time
13jan2010
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Casting One's Own Shadow
Call your trip whatever you wish.
I've learned not to debate, argue...
Or 'franchise' anyone's opinion,
As if to make mine!
Nor do I agree to evaluate...
Someone's statement,
Whether a line given to solicit...
An opinion I've given in anything I've written.
I've learned an exchange of experiences,
Is not a possibility.
And I've learned this by listening.
And this many people seldom do.
I've been up and down too many times,
To discover my own comprehension...
About life.
My life and how 'my' life is connected.
When I found criticisms made of me by others...
'Added' to my understanding,
If right, wrong or indifferent when given...
I still had to brush my own teeth.
Walk on my own two feet!
And be accountable for my own actions.
I stopped making excuses,
When they began not to make sense to me.
I spent more time defending myself...
Instead of living my life.
And I began to do that...
When I started to appreciate myself.
And 'if' I was to give my advice to anyone...
AND...
I did say 'if'.
I would say this...
If anyone finds they are seeking acceptance,
On a path they have chosen to take...
It is not a path they have chosen.
How can it be?
How can someone declare something theirs,
When others can do the same thing thing?
If voices can be heard?
Footprints can be seen?
And the path one takes has already been paved?
That is following...
Not casting,
One's own shadow!
I do not wish,
I demand people to get out of my light.
What would be the point,
If I am patiently waiting for someone else to decide...
Whether or not they want to move out of it?
That kind of time I am not giving to anyone!
Period.
I've learned many lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Horizon Welcomes
Everyday...
As the Sun comes,
To enlighten us with a dawning...
Without a hint of yesterday to leave.
We either choose to reach forward,
Or linger reminiscing...
'That' which had been experienced,
With perhaps wishes to change.
And accept it or not...
Everyday as the Sun comes,
For the ones receptive to the giving...
A yesterday lived has been done!
Today has erased and replaced,
All that had been touched to leave...
To move on before the horizon welcomes,
A setting Sun from view!
We live to love to leave...
Memories.
We give to take to receive...
Blessings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Our Senses Touch
There our senses touch.
In the fields of...
Fresh grass scented.
To glisten with dew,
Lifted,
By a dawning morning...
Clear.
Bright.
And appetizing awakening eyes.
There our senses touch.
With an open window nearby.
Where the 'is' and 'why' of life,
Breezes through fields God gives...
To make the experience of it,
Flagrant with inconsistent fragrance shifting.
From day to day.
As if to outdo each creation made.
There our senses touch.
In the fields of...
All there is to life.
And to know it can not be simply lived,
If not witnessed.
There our senses touch.
Outside of ourselves.
With none of it to be lived,
To sit on fences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Dawning to Be Reaped
It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.
It is unfolding and unloading,
That which comes to bestow...
A revealing,
Of a new plateau...
To behold for all to know.
And we who live are in the midst of it.
Here to adjust,
And witness this.
It is unfolding...
The disclosure of a new plateau.
It is unfolding to expose,
Those old beliefs to let go.
There is a dawning to be reaped.
Introducing us to different beliefs.
It is unfolding,
To leave...
Opportunities that will be released.
It is unfolding within reach.
No matter what the past teaches us to seek.
It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.
There is a dawning to be reaped,
And imposing.
Not a doubt about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down to Earth
Expectations,
As expectations go...
Seem only to achieve,
A certain level of acceptance.
And to appease those with ambitions...
To be down to Earth without attempts,
To pollinate wishes and dreams...
Often considered out of reach and unobtainable.
May those who are believed to be out of touch...
By a seeking to break down walls of limitations,
One day be welcomed from their flights of 'fancy'...
In the sharing with others,
That the world is, indeed, round.
And not flat!
With those living in other places,
Experiencing the many cultures and races...
With an acknowledgement of that fact!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.'
And unbelievable as it may seem to them,
There are others also 'down to Earth'.
And apparently living to explore it!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.
Believe it.
It's true.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Feel You
I feel you
Your sun it shines
I feel you
Within my mind
You take me there
You take me where
My kingdom comes
You take me to
Leave me through
Babylon
This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love
I feel you
Your heart it sings
I feel you
The joy it brings
Where heaven waits
These golden gates
Back again
You take me to
Leave me through
Oblivion
This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love
I feel you
Your precious soul
I'm a whole
I feel you
Your rising sun
My kingdom comes
I feel you
Each move you make
I feel you
Each breath you take
Where angels sing
And spread their wings
Our love's on high
You take me home
To glory's throne
By and by
This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love
This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love
I feel you
Your precious soul
I'm a whole
I feel you
Your rising sun
My kingdom comes
song performed by by Placebo
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Something Unusual
In everybody’s life something unusual takes place
It may be pleasant or unhappy moments in some of the cases
Not all get happily connect with life lines
They are pushed aside by situation sometimes
If it is forced one then gap remains so wide
It must be thought over and strictly confided
No chance should be left to the unforeseen
As it is tragedy than later on to be seen
It changes life at some give point of time
Person is broken to limit sometimes
It becomes unbearable and intolerable
As other difficulties add and multiplying the troubles
Well, everything happens as love demands great sacrifice
Before marriage, it is acid test and full of promises
No one can withdraw at the nick of the hours
Else it may ruin then lie of others
Nights become barren and full of plights
Nothing seems to go in order and right
Words of wisdom also do not come to the rescue
As it may seem unwarranted and undue
The tide is turned into misfortune and disfavor
The fruit is not borne out of labor
The relation has ended into sour incidence
The love has ended in failure at once
What does one carry at the end?
All bad feeling at heart for the friend
No that happens if it is unreal
As it is mutual understand and not any deal
Tears may be allowed to roll
That may end some of bad calls
Life has to be moved on and lived
If there ism real love and to be believed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Politicizing Life, Religiously
Those elected to represent their constituents,
To present their interests politically...
Are being accused of politicizing life,
Religiously.
As if a preference with efforts,
To camouflaged their deeds...
Would be for those delusioned more suitably acceptable,
To relieve them of a feeding on misleading deceptions.
Although not mentioned...
Is the expense of blatant hypocrisy.
Regardless of the process or method of selection.
However...
What part of life lived to be experienced,
Has not been witnessed...
By those observing their quality of life diminish?
As arguments between politicians continue,
Regardless of affiliation, ethnic heritage or creed.
What part of life lived to be experienced,
Protects with a prevention...
A stopping of the increase of taxes,
Attached to everyone who is forced to pay.
If this is not politicizing life,
Than why are those choosing to live as is their right...
Harrassed on a daily basis by those provoked,
Who solicit actively for funds and voters...
To ensure 'politically' with their religious overtones,
That 'all' beliefs should be kept in the best of 'their' interests.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Climate Change: A Metaphor
healing power envy the exhausted fumes that
create the destruction of the ozone layer
slate, watching the twig stay in the momentum
of each minute of the day
critical period that wait for the new way has to
stay, whew! so treasure as it could be, the
light is always what makes the day to witness
the revolution of the galaxy
wasted time and skill looks so empty used off in
very strength, fulfilling what the world would be
too easy, in every day the changing face looks so
fair and fragile for everyone annoyed as the
holiday reconciled
wait and see, what the world comes, in the
furious hour all is made to be lonely, yet! believe
that there are the changes which make us very
happy, for that day things will be ponder in a
unity of our history
come near to the ground, leaving every foot prints
see the real happenings of the world we stay, smell
the fragrance of each baby born, for till eternity
they will be in the place where we once flee
now is the moment to remember that in every grain
we sow has return, the earth once full of joy, now has
come to mourn, the living day comes to sorrow for us
to lure forever more
new technology, leads us to new life to any critical
period scant each one want, healing power is all
what the earth viewed in every instruction gone, the
'will' had brings us back again in the climate change no
one must run, even the shadow escape has done
pause for a while and run, pole vault the solution the time
is almost gone, weaver all the loses for the past is
none, another day has come for everyone to found
a new land.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Little Black Heart
(magne furuholmen / paul waaktaar)
I never saw sunlight
Burn as bright
I never felt darkness
The way I feel it tonight
You say its getting better
You say its allright
But I never felt darkness
Like I feel it tonight
Little black heart
Raindrops on my window
I cant tell them apart
Like the few things forgiven
In my little black heart
You say its getting better
We just never got it right
But I never felt darkness
The way I feel it tonight
Little black heart
Some day we will shine
Like the moon in the morning
Like the sun when its dawning
Yes the sun when its dawning
The sun
Some day we will shine
Like the moon in the morning
Like the sun when its dawning
Yes the sun when its dawning
The sun
Raindrops on my window
I cant tell them apart
Like a few things forgotten
And a few things ignored
You say its getting better
You say its allright
But I never felt darkness
The way I feel it tonight
Little black heart
My little black heart
song performed by by A-Ha
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Stunned
Realities and their concepts,
Have been so distorted.
Even revealing their falsities...
Many can not just abort them.
Trauma and tragedies of epic proportions...
Descend upon mentalities,
Making attempts to absorb the enormity.
An immensity crowds their densities.
And the presence of God,
Does not enter into their consciousness.
Those unbelieving can not accept...
This Earth is not their creation.
And The Almighty is a rumor at best.
Although every conceivable 'natural' test...
Has been applied by Mother Nature,
To put their insignificance at rest!
And yet this evolution upon them takes hold.
A change so drastic has indeed begun.
Before their eyes this takes hold.
Leaving them with no place to hide.
And certainly from themselves...
They will try,
But can not run.
Stunned are those of hollowed faith!
Stunned is a quality of life that comes...
To become for them replaced.
Stunned are the ones,
Accustomed to use rascism as their taste!
And left undone is a reality...
To crumble until it humbles.
Until everyone respects with grace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left Vacant to Dust Like Useless Property
Minds burned out.
Thoughts displaced.
Those who fell asleep,
Awakened...
To find themselves,
Crawling on their knees.
Not remembering their own names.
OR who it was their pretensions should pleased.
Something happened overnight!
Could this be an infectious new designer disease?
To market after hyping minds to incite.
Something created in a laboratory...
And backfiring in a way,
That accidently misplaces an effective opportunity.
To have those who had once do the suppressing...
Witnessed in a mindlessness,
And left with no thoughts to express.
Is not as surprising as some might expect.
Poisonous minds...
Over time reflect this!
And left vacant to dust like useless property.
Could be the revelation on the horizon,
Those 'meek' of the Earth shall see?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Evolution That Has Erased The Yesterdays
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
Clear choices today are being readily defined.
Making up one's mind as to which road to take,
Is for many not a decision to contemplate.
It may be difficult for some to switch up...
From steps taken to reverse what has been done.
But it can be done...
If a wish for happiness is to come!
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
There are those confused,
By the suddenness of change.
But it's not as if it had been hidden.
Not for those who have witnessed,
A quality of life that is not the same.
Closed eyes are different from those that are blind.
Some choose not to see what is.
Others who can not see period...
Have survived with sharpened minds.
And are quick to sense...
The atmosphere has been stimulated,
By the addition of increased decadence.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
A higher consciousness has arrived,
And it struggles with accepted commonness.
But this slide that delights some,
Comes to an end to unravel comforts under the Sun.
To achieve a peace slowly becoming noticed.
And those overdosed with delusions that limit...
Will find themselves anguished,
By an evolution that has erased the yesterdays.
Leaving them revolving in memories dissolving.
And not a sign ahead that shows,
Those times will be revisited.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
Drastic changes have come to move us on!
With or without the necessity for debate.
Or an appreciative applause in waiting.
Many are already too stunned with disbelief...
That the onslaught of love has come,
To achieve the 'real' version of peace.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Few Choose To Be Available
An awakening does not occur,
By someone else...
Opening up a window,
To convince another it is dawn.
That process takes,
A willingness to personalize...
The experience to appreciate it,
Without agitation or interference.
Since when a dawning upon one comes,
Very few choose to be available to witness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sea, The Gull, The Rising Sun
Greeting the new day dawning
Gazing at the sea
So calm, so blue
The tranquility floats in the air
Greeting all in its wake
As with scarcely a ripple
The sea quietly rolls its waves
Oh mighty sea, oh wonderous sea
Thy quietness masks
The depth of thy deep
The strength of thy force
The growth and life in thy bowel
Yet in turbulence thy boisterous rage
In thy abyss, innocent victims entombed
But when, like this moment
With waves calmly spread
Greeting the soul enraptured
With thy peaceful calm
Man thinks of the creator
And of the new day dawning
How lovely the birds of the air
As they fly in flock
Across the vast domain
Winging themselves to a new abode
Or returning at winter's end
The long-winged web-footed sea birds
the "Sea-gull",
Which glide on the water's surface
Or patiently await their prey
As they are the scavengers of the sea
A new day dawning!
The sun rising with
Its rays above the horizon
Greeting the world with its warmth
Telling the world
There is always "HOPE"
There is always "TOMORROW" in
The Rising Sun.
poem by Madgery V. Gardner
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Something That Justifies Your Nonexistence
I know you would love to excuse your abuses,
With apologies and visions of being reborn!
However,
During that period you inflicted your wickedness,
I lost dear friends and beloved family members.
And a life I lived,
In emotional turmoil.
For many years I lived like this.
And now you've come to wish for my forgiveness?
After your own bouts with guilt!
And I think to myself,
You'd be better off with a total disappearance.
Or something that justifies your nonexistence.
I don't even want what has been done discussed.
Those wounds have healed.
And not one thought will I allow you to occupy in my mind!
Not one!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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World of frustration
I sit in this world
with so much around me
thoughts of sertain things invade my mind
with a heart filled to the top with darkness
and eyes full of pain and sorrow
i walk this earth invisable to others
no one see the real me
hiding inside a world of darkness
obliviouse to sighns of life
numb feelings toward objects and others
one person in this worl gets me and knows who i am
he's my reason for living and so much more
im sick of the problems
this world is so frusturating
but yet he is my escape
i find myself wanting to die because of other reasons
the thought of wanting to be alive over powers the craving
to lye benieth the preciouse earth
so i await the day i am six feet under
i love walking this earth with the one i love
never wanting it to end
poem by Sandy Vanity
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River Of Joy
When you cross the river of joy
don’t look back, at the disappointments you leave behind.
Think of the life ahead
and the happiness you will have.
Think of the lessons you have learnt
in the troubled times that plagued your life.
Look towards the rising sun on the horizon
that brings you a new dawning day.
24 June 2010
poem by David Harris
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