Affluent In Rituals
In places that sedates and rids those of fears,
I observe the pretense of those convinced...
They have found santuaries void of deceptions.
Viewed they are praying in worship,
Passing notes to provoke those there
In true devotion and unaware...
They have become subjects of gossip shared,
And whispered between psalms!
In places that sedates and rids those of fears,
Hypocrites of faith are seen wiping tears!
And as soon as dried eyes are cleared temporarily...
A sermon that teaches is lost!
Those that come with souls deceiving...
Are affluent in rituals.
And in gold leaf crosses embossed.
Tossing images of sacrifice.
Vowing they themselves are Christ-like beings,
Duplicating these scenes in pristine temples!
Appearing as they do to be high maintenanced,
To leave pews packed and congregated...
For an awaiting world,
Corrupted by their misunderstanding!
As they invoke words of God 'spoken'...
Although nothing done reflects anything,
Of what has been taught, heard and digested!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One God shining in a miillion ways
they say god is one
and he is everywhere
he found him in his kitchen
and calls him his Kitchen God
praying to him night and day
for enough food on his table
some found him in the field
and call him their rice god
praying to him every season
to be blessed with food for the family
some women found him at the door
and call him their door god
praying to him each morning
for safety of the house
some found him in the mountain
and call him the mountain god
praying to him day and night
to bless their ancestors' spirits
they think dwell with Him there
another found him at sea
and call him the sea god
praying to him day and night
so that he could catch enough
of fishes to make his day
each of us looks and finds god
in some ways, calling him
our own god, in our own way
- the god that answers every
earnest call for his blessings
at the door, in the field, at sea
.....everywhere....
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Have I Not To You Lifted...Up!
Am I not,
Deserving of the love you give.
Oh,
Am I not.
And,
Am I not...
The one that rids your fears.
Oh,
Am I not?
Have I not,
To you gifted?
Have I not to you,
Lifted...
Up!
Am I not,
The one that you wish to kiss.
Oh,
Am I not.
And,
Am I not...
The one that you really miss.
Oh,
Have I not,
To you gifted?
Have I not to you,
Lifted...
Up!
Everyday I come to give you a gift.
And everyday I want you lifted.
Everyday I come to give you a gift.
And everyday I want you lifted...
And not,
Bottled up.
Am I not,
Deserving of the love you give.
Oh,
Am I not.
And,
Am I not...
The one that rids your fears.
Oh,
Have I not to you gifted.
Have I not to you lifted,
Up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying To A New God
(feldman / chandler / hues)
What got into you got into me too
What came over you is coming over me
Feel like Ive had enough of all the old stuff
I saw the writing on the wall on my t.v.
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Theyre saying the devils got a new job
Start praying to a new--
A lot of babel came down the cable
Everybody can be famous for a day
From shore to shore
A big department store
Is all thats left of the american way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying what are you afraid of
Start praying to a new--
Theres a big world
In the street outside
In their uniform of pride
And theyve all come
To see a star from the east
Is he man or beast?
Decide
Feel like Im crucified, still Im not satisfied
The second coming is coming anyway
I hear them pray for more on every dance floor
I hear the word go out across the milky way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Success and moneys what hes made of
Start praying to a new--
Start praying, praying on the freeway
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the airwaves
Start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying at the back door
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the dance floor
Start praying to a new god
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Please Do Not Turn This Into 3-D
I do not judge what I observe,
I AM a product of my environment.
And those who cease to accept,
The origins of their foundations...
Are those who seek to impress,
With an addressing that seems to be...
Overly pretentious.
BUT...
I do not judge what I observe.
How can I?
When this pretentiousness is kept clearly,
All up in my face.
And as viewed panoramically in my vision.
Although I do make one request.
'Please do not turn this into 3-D.
I am in it enough as it is.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ban The Void
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Grandma stopped baking cakes.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Brought me my first heartbreak.
Tch.
Ban the void.
I told her I couldn't take it.
She 'had' to bake another cake for me!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she was going on strike!
Tch.
Ban the void.
And even though I didn't like it!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She's not gonna cook in the kitchen,
She's itching to do something else to please!
Tch
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She brought herself a brand new car.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
And drove to wherever she wanted.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she had her own special needs.
And will come and go whenever that need pleases!
Tch.
Ban the void.
I got so annoyed...
And I tried to stop that void deep down in me!
Oh...
Ban the void!
I couldn't go to sleep!
I dreamt of grandma's baking,
And it teased me!
I even cried my eyes.
But grandma's sweet potato pie kept creepin'.
Oh...
Ban the void!
Ban the void!
Oh...
Ban the void.
Grandma loved her brand new car.
And never got one ticket,
For her speedin'!
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Oh...
Dedicated To:
In loving memory...
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
'Miss you, grandma! '
Love,
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stardust
Ah high flyin highway mist
Tran
-ce-
(s)
-lucent
i
q
u
i
d of
S(s) P(p) A(a) C (c) E(e)
stardusts orange vapor: : : :
...now receding...off...towards some faraway
fiery conquest …
the horizons invisible duel
Roadside window passing reflections
like a double edge sword of silk and flame
over the old corn row country road
Love's unseen aura penetrating
skies stained in the bloodshed's wake
(opaline trails of light)
beauty's opus of endless passing
illuminating over the old orb of
oceanic onus and
triumphant bliss....inner emptiness
passing winds pass through
a passing window of a passing car
full of sweet sorrowful
passing passengers
passing land passing faces
passing through the beautiful
void of imaginary places
one
with
all
such
ness
true
self
beyond
individual
senses
(
(nonexistence
only
consciousness
aware of
it-
-self)
(non-)
material
dream
a
n
d
thought
(Un)
Born
passing through
the solid world of
sperm and womb
Transgressing boundary lines -
Entering a state of absolute
(nothing)
ness
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Mentally, Physically and Spiritually Sick
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
They choose to disrespect one another.
Then proclaim desires for unity.
Observing them in their places of worship...
You would think heaven was on Earth.
The way they perform, dance and sing.
In praises to their hypocrisies.
And into their communities,
These hypocrisies with them they bring.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Tell them their children create havoc in the schools.
They deny this.
They want better teachers.
Tell them that crime is in their minds.
And they initiate it.
They demand for more police,
To prove you wrong.
Tell them they have no identity,
And despise themselves for who they are.
And they would cuss each other out.
On their way to church.
Pray to God and then quote scriptures.
With a love for God they say they thirst.
Come out of these dens of evil...
To cuss each other out!
Spewing scriptures and devilment,
From both sides of their mouths.
Then call you 'brother' or 'sister'.
As if they are invisible.
And nothing you've seen had played out like this!
Denying what has been observable.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Anyone exposed to this,
To digested it for what it is...
Know what these folks don't know!
And it is not a multiple choice quiz.
These folks have no idea,
They have psychological problems.
In their heads.
Between their ears!
These folks aren't aware,
They are mentally, physically and spiritually sick!
And anything that has degraded them,
Wouldn't be in their lives...
If they did not choose this to exist!
But no!
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions...
To continue to breathe exactly as is!
As if addicted to self righteousness.
Or...
Strung out on a massive crack attack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Shallow Steps Kept
Contributions made to avert disaster...
Had some chuckling,
As others were seen in uncontrollable laughter.
No one now shows a smirk or grin!
Frozen they are,
In shallow steps kept with heartfelt deceptions.
And donations of insight...
Have now dwindled to scatter in blistering winds.
Even notes left provoking those to move on...
Can not be found,
With explicit marked exits!
And where, when and how...
To place one's feet back on solid ground.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unbelievers (Chapter 109, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Say, O those who disbelieve
I don't worship that you worship
And you don't worship Him Whom I worship
And I won't worship that you worship
And you don't worship Him Whom I worship
Your religion is yours and our religion is ours to keep.
poem by Asif Andalib
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God comes to each of Us in different ways
God is everywhere
if he has come to you
and you have found him
in your Padi field
Let him be your Padi God
praying to him day and night
for a rich harvest
if he has come to you
and you have found him in the Kitchen
Let him be your Kitchen God
praying to him day and night
to keep the table filled with Food
if he has come to you
as a God of War
let him be your War God
praying to him day and night
to keep your country safe
dont fight over these gods
for they are one and the same God
who has come to you to fulfil your needs
and if you are too confused by
all these gods just pray to
the one and almighty God everybody
has given a different name
so that he can monitor all your needs
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Some People Worship
Some people worship the fiery sun
And some the crescent moon
Some people worship the stars above
But God I worship you
Some people worship dragons
And some hand carved statues
Some people worship the devil
But God I worship you
You created the heavens above
The earth with color of every hue
Then in your image you made man
God I worship you
Some people worship their president
And some their nation too
Some people worship themselves
But God I worship You!
© by Patricia Bankhead
poem by Patricia Bankhead
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You're Praying
every time you stop to help
someone stuck on the side
of the road... you're praying.
every time you go over
and help your neighbor
mow his grass... you're praying.
every time you give a couple dollars
to the down and out person
bumming in the parking lot....
you're praying.
every time you take the time
to listen to someone whose
life is falling apart... you're praying.
every time you go and give blood
during your lunch hour...
you're praying.
every time you stand up
for the person everyone else
is running down... you're praying.
every time you take in a
stray dog or cat... you're praying.
every time you give more
than you have to give... you're praying.
every time you care
when no one thinks you should...
you're praying!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Praying That It Stays
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
With an advocating of it that will not see an end.
And praying that it stays to forever exist the way it is.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To remind those who sat but now on their feet...
How remaining down to Earth to 'him' this pleases.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And many wishing to be 'Back Home' again.
To walk those rural roads bare foot to visit neighbors.
There is nothing like listening to a sermon delivered,
From a pulpit where a minister behind it sits...
After preaching to receive applause and lots of it.
To then drive away in a recently purchased Mercedes.
To live in comfort and tax free; rewarded for a job well done.
There is nothing like witnessing to experience,
A people living in an environment who have been convinced...
Ignorance and subservience is theirs to defend.
And the only thing that is wished,
Is that their children remember from where it is they came.
And proud they would be of them if they did the same.
'Why are you so critical of the people? '
~Oh...?
So what I observe is NOT accepted? ~
'It's the heritage and the culture,
They wish kept preserved.'
~I see.
How stupid of me to view it any other way.
And here I am thinking all of this,
Has no historic value to them that benefits.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Seen As Bigger Fools Viewed
For some,
Being honest is a choice they make.
Like an avoidance to come face to face,
With truth.
And when they then see,
There is no escape...
Beating around bushes,
With the use of creative excuses...
Becomes easier for them to do,
With the proving of themselves...
To be seen as bigger fools viewed.
And doing this to exaggerate,
The playing of their charades.
To further embellish,
Deceptions made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Time Has Been Found
No one will ever be praised,
For being outspoken...
Or giving an honest assessment.
That strips away all pretense.
Not in places,
Where people become embarrassed...
And take offense to them given.
People show their reaction,
By becoming irate and belligerent.
And for whatever the reason,
In these same places...
People will come together,
In planned meetings to discuss...
Their disgust with the downslide,
Of their once valued quality of life.
And will argue amongst themselves,
About no one caring enough to speak up.
Or express their concerns from their gut!
'You and a few others,
Were not at the last community meeting.
And we issued notices to everyone,
Regarding the importance of attending.
Why weren't you there? '
~If I remember correctly,
It was you who told us where we could go.
And what we could kiss before we did it!
And I personally decided,
I can find a better use if I choose to waste my time.
And I am happy to acknowledge,
That time has been found.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Illusion and Reality
What is seen is not the Truth
What is cannot be said
Trust comes not without seeing
Nor understanding without words
The wise comprehends with knowledge
To the ignorant it is but a wonder
Some worship the formless God
Some worship His various forms
In what way He is beyond these attributes
Only the Knower knows
That music cannot be written
How can then be the notes
Says Kabir, awareness alone will overcome illusion
Some men worship rank, some worship heroes, some worship power, some worship God, and over these ideals they dispute, but they all worship money.
quote by Mark Twain
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Hexagram
Paint the streets in white!
Death is the standard
Breach for a complex prize!
I think it's sweet of you
And your parents are proud...
But I would expect it from anyone
Now to protect life's indigenous sound!
Worship! Play, Play x 3
Worship! Play! Worship! Play
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play x 3
Worship! Play! Worship! Worship!
How the streets they swell!
While the animals make their way through the crowds!
If you keep listening you can hear it for miles...
God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile!
Worship! Play, Play x 4
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play x 4
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play
Worship! Worship! Worship!
And the crowd goes wild!
And the camera makes you seasick!
God it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud
And the car bomb hits quick click, faint smile!
It's the same sound... it's the same, same... sound....
And the crowd goes wild!
And the camera makes you seasick!
God it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud
And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound!
Its the same sound! With the same sound...
Hexagram...
song performed by by Deftones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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A Sensitive Conversation
in a sensitive conversation
we do not just listen and observe
what happens next,
we take active part in exploring
what goes inside that makes this
person listless
we take his journey too
into the great abyss of his own void
which has the same face as ours
we feel
what void is there
that bites his being that poisons
his mind
we tell him we are about to arrive
at the root cause of the problem
so take it easy
do not ever give up
we assure him that everybody is
experiencing what he is
experiencing right now
that he is not just the lonely man
in this planet
there are just too many of
us,
yes us, and so we bond together
cohesive
till we are not what we are
anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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