A Freedom Of Choice
There are many who are forced,
To do those things they dislike.
And many who experience...
The act of sacrifice.
There are many amongst the few,
Who do not have options...
To choose like others do.
With a refusing that which is not wished.
And it seems those without choices,
To experience what they 'must' go through...
Are those who become challenged,
By the ones who live lives limited and confused.
And...
Those who belabor in their sacrifices done.
Often are the ones spending very little time,
Wondering what it is that is liked or disliked.
Or those reasons why.
Since a freedom of choice to them eventually comes,
With a presentation acknowledging their efforts made.
For a job that has been chosen,
As the one well done deserving.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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is a good practical
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a beautiful experience
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to study whatever interests
after prescribed inflexible
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graduate with studied pride
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life is maze
Life path is made of a net work;
One makes a choice at each fork.
Forks are frequent; so are choices.
Some are vital, some trivial.
Choices are made impulsively;
Choices are made instantly;
Choices are made by habit,
Experience, knowledge and faith.
Between pain and pleasure,
Between hedonism and virtues
And between power and possession,
Everyone’s life oscillates.
It is nothing but a sea saw.
Not every choice would click,
However best it appeared.
Your progress is not sure.
Life is maze not made by you.
The success and the failure
Are incidental and accidental.
No choice other than making choice.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Release Little Alien 20.08.2009
Puritanism - a haunting fear
someone might be happy when
we should live unhappy lives
Atoning for the sin of spirit falling
into physical existence through
sinful conception
Warped my youth into guilt and fear
Abraham’s website is the antidote
reality is inter-subjective consensus
We are free to create joy just as we
created all the repressive systems
in existence
Freedom to choose the best-feeling
thoughts is founded upon respect
for all other choices
From a smorgasbord of ideas while
ignoring things we dislike without
blowing them up
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We all live on islands
role-players finding their
own preferred settings
writing their own scripts
choosing their own scenery
the music and atmosphere
existing within their own
imagination
A most wonderful
experience is to choose
to be joyous and elated
interested and
stimulated
History science philosophy
and religion teaches original
thinking holds more joy than
old stale thoughts
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A cynic in my youth I discover
innocence late in life – joy of
appreciating self and others
in this benevolent universe
Joy of devotion to a self-chosen
goal and ecstasy of energy – I am
impervious to ennui of the blasé
I release The Little Alien
Living in my head to lead
in a great adventure of consciousness
character overcoming challenges
discovering glorious sensations
Sensation of being deliciously alive
an experience I will not exchange
for all the riches under the sun!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Without Knowing One's Experience
Choosing to be in one's place,
Is a choice that one has made.
To regard one's decision as insignificant,
Without knowing one's experience...
Jeopardizes the one passing the judgement.
One may elect to find one's own environment,
An island of waste.
But to believe those that reside within it,
Have no influence...
Is a major mistake one makes!
And those who do this to wonder,
Why stagnation has visited upon them...
Should look no further,
Than the words they have chosen...
To verbally abuse people they dislike,
For reasons they can not describe to make sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Options
Options, options, options,
ever too many choices.
Purple, Black, Blue or Green,
so many whispering voices;
Clint Eastwood, Kirk Douglas, Charly Sheen.
Options, options, options,
your thoughts bubbling away.
No time to choose but Delay:
'Sticks and stones can't break my bones,
but Options they can kill you still!
poem by Madrason writer
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Choices
I was walking all alone
Through a sideshow
With passion and pain
On each side
Something inside me was calling
For a chance to stay alive
At the time I dint know
What was calling
As my head was buried in grief
Today I heard what was crying
My freedom calling me
And we all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way
And the choice
Ive made is simple
Passion over pain
When I got to
The end of the sideshow
And looked back
To where I had been
My eyes filled with
Teardrops of loneliness
For the ones
Who will never be fee
I thought of
The children in the sideshow
As they wandered
Around so confused
Some day
Theyll make their decision
But which one will they choose
And well all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way
And the choice
Ive made is simple
Passion over pain
And well all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way
And the choice
Ive made is simple
Passion, passion over pain
And well all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way
And the choice
Ive made is a simple one
Passion over pain
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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The Screen Behind The Mirror
(m.cretu.) .
Heres the mirror
Behind there is a screen
Turn around
On both ways you can get in
The experience of survival
Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one wholl guide you to the limits of your choice
The experience / of survival
Try to think about it ...
Thats the chance to live your life and discover
Try to think about it
The experience of survival
The experience ...
The experience of survival
The experience ...
song performed by by Enigma
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Very Sartrean...
he had only one choice
and he takes it and survives
at the end
he sowed more choices
but eventually in order to live that simply
he discarded the other choices
'sacrifices, cuts and trashes' he declares.
and then she who was born with all
the fortunes and good genetic lineage
is bombarded with a million or more choices
as though she is a tiny boat
thrown into the Pacific Ocean
tossed by all the possibilities
which she had no power
to ignore
she sinks and drowns herself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Never Ceases
It never ceases to amaze me,
How those who have freshly awakened...
To live their own lives after chasing rainbows,
Assume others are wasting theirs away...
By always having made those choices done,
To do what they like in spite of opposition,
By those arriving feeling freed of conflicting dispositions.
And after years spent in explorations others did not do,
There are those living lives to do it in peace and quietly...
In preferences chosen away from everyone's doings.
To be out of public sight day and night,
Doing those things chosen to do that is wished.
Because of a life it took time to find and like once dismissed,
Without the pressure of feeling to be accepted and quizzed.
I am older and wiser and much more peaceful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choices
One should feel lucky
If one gets choices in the life
It can make one happy
Throughout the life
Choice in love
Friends and relations
Work, career, city and country
Is the dream of every living soul?
Living the life with choice
If one doesn’t get things of choice
One should be contented
With what he gets
Too many cooks spoil the dish
Too many choices
Makes it difficult to choose
One is lucky
If one gets chance to choose
If one’s got a life there is no choice
One has to live the way it comes
Throughout the life
Keep on trying,
For better choices
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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I Can Hear You
i am here i can hear you.
but just like them i need not bother.
we are all free
we have our own light
freely given
we are responsible for our own lives
now
you too, no one can be responsible for you.
if you die, die alone.
if you cry, cry alone.
if you smile, and laugh, that is a decision.
if you die, that is a decision.
if you live, that is another decision.
a choice.
an ocean of choices.
an ocean of choices over a continent of options.
take your pick
and be yourself.
me? i choose to live. I choose to be happy.
i choose to be responsible. I don't bother sad people
or happy people.
I scratch my back when it itches.
i set the correct time for my ejaculations.
i sit and relax at my own pace.
i take a walk and breathe. I fill my lungs with so much air.
I float like a cloud. I jump like a grasshopper.
I see like the sun.
I fly like an eagle.
I get high sometimes
and get so low sometimes
but i care about myself
and live my life the way i want it.
i don't humiliate myself with making other people responsible for me.
I can do it.
I don't want other people to drive my car for me
i have hands.
I don't let people open the door for me
i have fingers.
I live my life. That is my business.
I am a breather, that is what i do.
When life does not have meaning anymore
like a wall
i bump it on the wall and then i go.
I know where. I decide that too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clarity Achieved Is Refreshing!
You deal with the semantics,
Of language use.
Deal with the perfection of corrected,
Presentation.
With ideals of that pursued.
Deal with the acceptance between,
That which is offensive...
And what is in good taste.
As I live my life not fearing to make mistakes.
Since I have not agreed to any contract,
That places my movements and choices made...
Above anyone who chooses to be analytical.
And a setting done on a determined right track.
Although those perceptions change on a daily basis.
I refuse to become subdued by limitations,
Regardless of who believes I should...
To please a confused conformity.
Lostt in ever thickening deep woods.
All trees does not one forest make!
And I do not assume what i see is a forest.
If I have yet to experience it!
I am here to journey on a path,
I have never experience before!
And I will do just that,
As long as this gift of life I have lasts.
Is there anything else you perceive,
Needs from me...
A clarification?
If not...
I will not be wasting time,
Trying to define my life for anyone.
Or make attempts to re-route my steps,
For anyone who has not blessed me...
With the breath God has granted me to breathe.
Have I achieved for 'you' any clarity?
Believe me...
Clarity achieved is refreshing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Counting Dollars Clocked For My Efforts
I've heard it said,
But not as often these days.
How I had it made.
And others 'have' to work.
Although today,
There is an economic crisis.
And many passing their judgements,
Are not so free to critique.
With a shutting done of their lips.
And I use to let these comments upset.
But I stopped recently to think to myself...
They could not be referring to me.
Because I've been working all my life.
Doing things that I like.
And not having the benefit to call in sick.
None of which,
Affords me the time to sit doing nothing.
Or to complain to anyone,
About getting no pay!
As they...
Those in positions to complain AND get paid,
Take money and run on their pay day.
With the doing of one thing most of their lives.
And have the time to mind someone else's business!
Well...
With many today hoping those pink slips given,
From them look the other way!
And if I wished to have a position like that,
I wouldn't be spending sleepless nights...
Toiling as I do something I like.
I'd be spending time entertaining myself.
Or find the time to dine.
Ruining my diet with an unnecessary appetite.
Sitting to gossip about someone's life.
And here I am after many years...
Without the benefit,
Of lunch breaks and two weeks of paid vacations.
While doing fourty five minutes of daily labor!
To then say how easy someone else has it!
Don't we all make choices?
I can't be the only one who remembers this!
So fortunate I am to count my blessings.
Even though there has been times I wished,
I was counting dollars clocked for my efforts.
I'd have a condo on Jupiter by now!
But...
God has my back.
And so grateful I am for that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Is That Connected to The Topic?
When public options are questioned,
In a society when one is said to have the right to vote.
And restricting limitations are accepted without hesitation.
The choices of heard voices are as effective as empty promises.
'I don't have to define what's on my mind,
If I know what I'm doing from time to time.
And explanations I need not to find! '
How is that connected to the topic?
'I am not the one in this conversation,
'Promising' to be understood.
I am not seeking others to provide my level of comfort.
I've already made my choice...
Regardless of who decides I should choose from options.
I've disconnected myself from that confusion.
Basic, simple and direct!
That's how I like it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unhappy With It
Fascinated with a life of leisure.
With a quickness to pick,
Laziness over sacrifice and patience.
Few are hard pressed to admit,
They have not the slightest clue...
What route to happiness they would choose.
Although disappointed with choices selected.
And eventually becoming unhappy with it...
This freedom of choice thing.
Many attach to with a clinging.
And bombarded with too much variety we are.
With just a few allowing themselves to be specific,
As to what to them life means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choosing His Path
Lord, I need to see the way you make, before I select a path to take,
From the ways you plan far ahead, for me on this earth, in my stead.
Knowing what will be best for me, regarding the things I may not see,
And that you’ll open up my eyes, to that choice, that is eternally wise.
The choices that I alone do choose, are tainted with my fleshly views,
Choices which are not always best, so in your wisdom, I need to rest.
When I totally rest in you Lord, my future hope remains quite assured,
Not in these things of earth that I see, but, in your promise of Eternity.
The wisdom far superior than mine, is wrought by your eternal design,
By The Spirit, who now lives inside, when through Him, in you I abide.
And as I follow your Holy Word, I can experience blessings I’ve heard,
From others you have seen through, darker trials, when abiding in you.
I want your guidance all of my life, in times of calm and through strife,
As my personal will, I sacrifice, as a follower of my Lord Jesus Christ,
To walk each path you chose for me, while I also reflect upon Calvary,
As I want to be faithful to the end, through every single trial and bend.
So Lord help me not only today, but, again and always along the way,
Tomorrow and even far beyond, as through your Word I’ll correspond,
Choosing what will be only your best, in the face of a trial, or any test,
So I can live out these earthly days, to your honor and for your praise.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
Bwtween two
forced to choose between the two,
forced to choose between honesty and dispair,
forced to choose between beauty and destruction,
forced to choose between life and death,
forced to choose between 3 years and 5 years,
forced to choose between who i am friends with,
and still with the choice of both i loose one.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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Choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Lead into grace
Lead to corruption
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
A truth or lie has to be spoken
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
King or con has to be chosen
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Way of life complete or broken...broken
Choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Follow truth or stutter through a lie
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Will to push or give up and fall behind
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Live with peace or nurture your tragic life
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Bite the bullet or swallow it whole
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Point the finger at yourself
There's no choice
Anymore anyway...
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore Anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
They're lost system of destruction
Flush all hope down the drain
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who is left to blame
Who is left to blame
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a reason
Anymore anyway
We don't have control
Anymore anyway
We don't have opinions
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Freedom, buy in
Freedom, sell out
Freedom, betray
Freedom, lay down
Freedom, corrupt
Freedom, opinion
Freedom, give up
Freedom, give in
song performed by by Mudvayne
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Fading Out
packing my bags and heading out on my own
making choices that will shape the future days I have to come
and I could choose the easy road but I have to be strong cause
I don't want to spend a lifetime knowing that I've chosen wrong
And it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
those who are older say my mind should be made up
headed on some path to greatness but I think that's messed up
cause there's so many options and I want to try them all
but now for some strange reason my back's against the wall
and it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
(x2)is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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An Eternal Choice
We come into life with no choice, simply born as girls and boys.
We are born of a man and wife, through whom we enter into life,
They become Mom and Dad, teaching us what’s good and bad.
Making the early choices for us, as the people that we can trust,
To guide us in our early life, steering us from the pain and strife.
They make all the decisions too, of what we can and cannot do,
As they help us all to grow, learning the things we need to know.
Preparing children for a time, when choices are yours and mine.
They know there’s coming a day, when we’ll go a separate way,
When children leave their home, to make choices on their own.
As you live out your early days, you follow in your parent’s ways,
The choices early on in life, may not have included Jesus Christ.
When we leave that chosen path, we may invite a parent’s wrath,
In spite of your parent’s reproof, you must choose Words of Truth.
For when God’s Truth is ignored, we need to then seek The Lord.
Although from the very start, parents indeed have a critical part,
Many following their own heart, from their early ways will depart.
There is no bigger choice friend, than that of a man’s eternal end.
A choice that’s a personal one, when believing in God’s Only Son,
For the only way to eternal life, is choosing the gift of Jesus Christ.
The parents of girls and boys, can’t make a child’s eternal choice,
Even if they known the Only Way, it is a decision you must make.
No one can make for you or me, the one choice regarding eternity.
That choice in which you believe, must be made before you leave,
And only with this eternal choice, when you leave, will you rejoice.
(Copyright ©06/2006)