A Power Is Involved Only The Creator Permits
A repeating of false allegations,
Does not diminish a truth observed.
There is a quality to it,
That will not be disturbed.
And insisting a belief,
To increase deceptions...
Will not provide followers with relief.
These days lived people are in the midst,
Of being eye witnesses...
To the decline of liars and their existence.
A power is involved only The Creator permits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflected In Their Mirrors Hiding
They've decided to create their own enemies.
And with this collective belief,
They organized with faithful followers.
And today no one can say,
What their true accomplishments have been.
Since those they had once delared their enemies,
Have successfully proven...
However they were depicted and regarded,
Had nothing to do with their achievements...
That have no end to them.
And...
Unaffected by those it seems,
Who treasure character assassinations.
And those still insisting they have their enemies...
On a list insisting this,
Have yet to see them identified...
Although they are clearly reflected,
In their mirrors hiding behind lies and disguises.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resistance To Its Existence
Only those who have discovered the truth,
For what it really is...
Can no longer submit to denial.
Or masquerade the experiencing of pain.
Pain has a way of making personal,
Its visitations...
When the prolonging of a resistance,
To its existence...
Is revealed in the feeling of it.
With an intended healing,
From all that had been delusioned.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants,
Subdued...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Refusing the acceptance of truth...
Is observed subdued,
In a resistance to its existence.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
While attempting to escape from its insistence.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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What Do Liars Then Do?
Liars know who they are.
And what they have done,
To pursue temporary satisfactions.
With a demoralizing of whom they choose.
As if what they've done will stick like glue.
Those who have been scrutinized,
By the telling of false lies...
To have been victimized with tears cried.
Are aware of them too!
Yet to retaliate is something they refuse.
But those who have been undermined,
Do what liars instigating have chosen not to do.
And that is to wait patiently,
To let time intervene...
With a demeaning liars with an applying of truth.
What do liars then do?
Plead to be released from mental guilty beatings.
And even if forgiven,
Liars once exposed for who they are...
Can never find places to keep themselves hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Are Those Days of False Portrayals
Some...
Even today,
Remain on the fence.
Needing to be convinced...
Change has come.
They are the ones,
Chained and bound to yesterday.
Looking to find lost footsteps...
That have long since faded away.
Remarkably they sit,
Insisting to do this in stubbornness.
With vivid memories of a clinging past,
That sweeps away like dust from them...
And has drifted in the air ever so fast.
Like precious sand trapped in an hour glass...
Those days spent in minds repeating events,
Again and again...
Is a useless task.
With superstitions and traditions replaced...
Many can not face,
A forever wished...
Does not welcome a higher consciousness.
And this 'evolution' will continue to persist.
With or without invitation.
Or a decision to make...
One chooses to believe they can hesitate.
Does an earthquake warn before it shakes?
Nor does God awaits...
For those who say the 'believe' in Him!
But afraid to step out into the world with faith.
Gone are those days of false portrayals.
Truth and reality is amongst us, people.
And so clear it is...
Their 'visits' have arrived without disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quiet truth
truth stands quietly by
watching the fabricators of war
continually distort and lie
as their countless victims fight and die
truth cannot be destroyed
or forever abused
political power impotent
to her invincible intent
impassive, eternal
she knows where liars go
consciences afire, burning slow
truth outlasts them, blow after blow
like the shining sun
obscured by dark cloud
truth is still quietly there
though mortal liars be bold and loud
truth has a power all its own
i once read
mess with her
she'll strike you dead
poem by Harlan Simantel
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What 'Is' Would In Thin Air Disappear
Anyone can install shutters,
On an opened window.
To close when one chooses.
And one...
Could continue to live,
As one would please.
But the effect of a view observed,
Is not going to vanish...
Because one is disturbed by it.
With a wish that it goes away.
Or the existence of it does...
One day!
Since one is convinced,
By an upbringing or one's environment...
That a gesture influences reality!
'I wish what I see goes away from me! '
And just with the power of thought...
What 'is' would in thin air disappear.
Gone...
As one wishes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hymn 35 part 2
Truth, sincerity, etc.
Phil. 4:8.
Let those who bear the Christian name
Their holy vows fulfil;
The saints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honor still.
True to the solemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they swear;
Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.
Still with their lips their hearts agree,
Nor flatt'ring words devise;
They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.
They hate th' appearance of a lie
In all the shapes it wears;
They live in truth, and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs.
While hypocrites and liars fly
Before the Judge's frown,
His faithful friends, who fear a lie,
Receive th' immortal crown.
poem by Isaac Watts
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How beautiful is
How beautiful is the Belief, when we belief in the God
How beautiful are the Creatures, when we belief in the Creator
How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we belief in the Sacrifices
How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we belief in the Battles
How beautiful is the Childhood, when we belief in the Innocence
How beautiful is the Dream, when we belief in the Ambition
How beautiful is the Contentment, when we belief in the Simplicity
How beautiful is the Life, when we belief in the dead
How beautiful is the Love, when we belief in the Care
How beautiful is the Happiness, when we belief in the Sadness
How beautiful is the Relationships, when we belief in the Tender
How beautiful is the Fruit, when we belief in the Farming
How beautiful is the Confidence, when we belief in Our self
How beautiful is the Beauty, when we belief in Our eyes
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in Peace
How beautiful is the Friendship, when we belief in Brotherhood
How beautiful is the Marriage, when we belief in Sharing
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in the Peace
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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The false belief
That the God answers
Might be a false belief.
That the God hears us
Might be a false belief.
Only belief, though false,
Give us strength for hopes.
02.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nibbled and Leeched
Many more will make public announcements,
That their deceits kept discreet...
Are no longer secret.
And on decline.
They now find themselves unneeded.
And forced to leave these deceptions behind.
Shocked by their proclamations,
Followers of theirs start to whine.
Since the days for corruption and crime decreases.
Such loyal servitude has produced enough,
Of an effective requirement for the adequate loss of minds!
The ones who struggle to maintain their grip!
But slipping quick,
From this nibbled and leeched lifeline...
Taken for granted!
Leap.
And those of hateful speech,
Release into a fading screech!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With All That Is Given
To be released from a bondage,
With an ability to 'see'...
Is a blessing The Creator gives,
That frees one's mind to perceive...
Unlimited possibilities.
There's not a species of life,
Like that of another.
And even with bestowed similarities...
Each has its uniqueness,
With a specific identity.
And it seems that human beings,
With 'our' intelligence...
Subject ourselves,
To a stagnating ignorance.
And conform we do to deceptions too!
To be released from a bondage,
With an ability to 'see'...
Is a blessing The Creator gives,
That frees one's mind to perceive...
Unlimited possibilities.
And 'some' with all that is given...
Get stuck in a mindset,
That corrupts the progess of a process...
With a belief they can make it stay,
As if mankind has the power to be obeyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Will Provide An Undoing With Proof
One accused and abused by false allegations made...
Can not today walk away from them,
Without suspicion of admitting guilt.
Or believe from an evil one can leave unscathed.
And if one fights those accusing...
Who have defamed with a character assassination,
It is thought one seeks an attention to be given...
To protect an integrity one hopes doesn't fade.
What is the best thing that one should do?
Stand aside to witness what God does and proves,
To bring torment to those of evil minds...
With a doing that confines them to grief everytime.
What is the best thing that one should do?
Keep faith and remain on the side of truth.
With an acknowledgement one day,
Truth will provide an undoing with proof.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If They Can Excite Fresh Fish to Bite
I could never trust anyone I knew,
Who told outright lies!
To undo good reputations.
To spew unfounded allegations.
And I have known people who have done this.
Some with unsupported assertions to spread.
Others who quote from scriptures...
Once they have found God,
In the recesses of their thick heads.
While others are much too busy,
Plagiarizing something written or read.
Declaring something profound has been discovered.
And they had been the creator of its inception.
With dates of such theft,
Given for these spurts of mental fantasticness...
Prior to the originator's documented and copywritten,
Certified best!
Some liars are gifted tricksters!
Thusly so with henceforth to conclude...
A stirring up of controversy is solicited.
If they can excite fresh fish to bite!
And liars of all kinds make claims...
Even from behind Maple, Oak and Cherry wooden desks,
And/or pulpits!
They are skilled with one thing on their minds...
To hopefully go to and fro undetected!
If they can excite fresh fish to bite!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Struggling Earth
If there is a creator, he’s a very sad sack
As he sees what is happening and then looks back
To notice history is again repeating.
Instead of his plan of peace and love for each other,
The religions are competing!
The holy land that once was is now nothing but dirt
Where hatred is rampant and people are hurt.
Christians, Jews and Arabs all lay claim
To common sand loaned by their creator since they were once the same.
But books written by men profess to be God,
Proclaiming rights not right on their common sod.
Hunger for power and wealth sadly determine worth.
The creator’s peace and love are farther away than ever on this struggling earth.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Will All Eyes Suddenly Find They Are Wide Opened
Once upon a time...
Communism was a threat,
To the best of a quality of life...
Flourishing by those,
Who opposed the spread...
Of a controlled existence.
Now the ones who own the debt...
Are esteemed with high regard,
And shown respect!
Will they also say,
Those today depicted as terrorists...
To a way of life outsourced to feed the greedy,
To have people endorse their diminishing standards...
Bleeding from deceptions achieved.
Will they too be granted the dignity of an apology?
Or will those tricked,
Still adopt conflict...
As a means to express their brotherhood?
With a fellowship...
Even the founding forefathers,
Said as they battled...
One day a life lived in peace should resist,
The foolishness of conflict!
Or...
Will all eyes suddenly find they are wide opened,
In the discovery they have stood by
To cheer their own defeat!
As their resources become depleted,
By those they chose to follow...
Like sheep slaughtered to uphold false dignities,
Preached by those who leech upon their blindness.
To leave them kneeling with a hindsight deep in regret.
Controlled by their own ignorance,
And outrage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power To The People
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
A million workers working for nothing
You better give em what they really own
We got to put you down
When we come into town
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
I gotta ask you comrades and brothers
How do you treat you own woman back home
She got to be herself
So she can free herself
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Now, now, now, now
Oh well, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Yeah, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
song performed by by Lennon John
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Herman Altman
Did I follow Truth wherever she led,
And stand against the whole world for a cause,
And uphold the weak against the strong?
If I did I would be remembered among men
As I was known in life among the people,
And as I was hated and loved on earth,
Therefore, build no monument to me,
And carve no bust for me,
Lest, though I become not a demi-god,
The reality of my soul be lost,
So that thieves and liars,
Who were my enemies and destroyed me,
And the children of thieves and liars,
May claim me and affirm before my bust
That they stood with me in the days of my defeat.
Build me no monument
Lest my memory be perverted to the uses
Of lying and oppression.
My lovers and their children must not be dispossessed of me;
I would be the untarnished possession forever
Of those for whom I lived.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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It Is Not That Truth Is Disrespected
It is not that truth is disrespected.
It was never introduced.
It is those deceptions that are believed.
And the people are upset,
By what they have accepted...
That continues to change!
And they protest,
To have the original deceptions...
As remembered and kept,
They grew to trust...
To be returned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We decline the claim to power by parties which want to own their followers body and soul, and which want to put themselves over and above the whole nation.
quote by Franz von Papen
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