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In a social disappearance,
Refusing to see things as they are...
Beyond what has been programmed to fantasize.
They had no identities!
None imagined or confirmed.
Those who struggled to teach them lessons...
Were scorned and turned away!
Nothing conceptual had been based on truth.
Conditioned they had no pursuits...
Other than those that kept them diluted,
And polluted with beliefs that led them no where!
They are still there...
Seeking fairness and reward!
Spaced out and loving it!
Although they roam without direction...
Their imperfections are condoned.
Blessed for sins they did not commit,
In structures to pray...
To be delivered 'back home'
Where they perceive they will be free!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have Been Successful at That
You say you are slow to change.
I say you've been conditioned and programmed,
To seek and adapt to limitation.
You say your beliefs are based on faith!
And yet every move you make,
You do in fear.
You say you are blessed!
With what?
Anxiety and stress?
You can not deal with reality!
That's an assessment.
Because you say it makes you depressed.
Not exactly in those words.
But that's what you project!
You wish to run away when the truth is spoken.
And you do that often,
To quickly disappear.
Dismissing it to say...
You prefer not to listen to 'that' mess.
Whatever you're not comprehending...
Remains blocked and attached to fears you endear.
Within your mind that is troubled.
I can understand 'why' you find me strange and unusual.
I do!
Because unlike you,
I will not satisfy my mind by keeping it confined!
And you have been successful at that!
Like many who have made denial a career.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad But The Truth Is On
There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stripped Completely
They've allowed their ideologies,
To ruin their lives to be lived free and pleased.
With the cross breeding of religions.
And practiced beliefs...
A forgiveness relieves them from repeated sins!
From tarnished pulpits preached to remind them.
Devoted to motivating lusts.
Driven by the marketing of temptations.
And soothed like trained mice...
Taught and conditioned.
To be controlled.
Accepting they do,
What they been told.
And stripped completely from those identities...
Few are bold enough to strut.
And behold...
Without being corrupted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disappearance
The disappearance of yourself
is not within your sight.
We push it away
somehow in fright.
Surely we shall always
be here, not gone,
always able to see
a bright new dawn.
The disappearance of yourself
is indescribable and yet
the thought surfaces
as we recognize the threat.
We see our loved ones
and friends all leave,
bringing us a reminder of
disappearance and we cleave
to this life of ours
until our dying days
and believe it to be
just a passing phase.
Beliefs are strong
and so it must be
that the end of our road
will set us free.
They may not see you
though you still are here.
No regrets my friends,
we'll not disappear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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In The Seeking Of A Balanced Budget
Hunger and homelessness.
And meeting the needs,
Of those jobless.
A quality of life,
That is disappearing from sight.
And those seeking futures...
With a schooling of lessons to complete,
That light for them seems to be dimming...
Quicker overnight.
For them what's ahead is looking very bleak.
'Those are not priorities.
We still perceive people with these beliefs,
As having 'special interests'.
And we are doing our best,
To eliminate those 'pests'.
What 'else' can you come up with,
That can be regarded as serious?
At least 'something' that will motivate us...
In the seeking of a balanced budget.
What else can you provide to negotiate this process? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lovin' The Alien (extended 12" Dance-mix)
Watching them come and go
The templars and the saracens
They're traveling the holy land
Opening telegrams oh ho
Torture comes and torture goes
Knights who'd give you anything
They bear the cross of coeur de leon
Salvation for the mirror blind oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers they break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Thinking of a different time
Palestine a modern problem
Bounty and your wealth in land
Terror in a best laid plan
Watching them come and go
Tomorrows and the yesterdays oh ho
Christians and the unbelievers
Hanging by the cross and nail oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear oh ho
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers they break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
You pray till the break of dawn
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And you'll believe you're loving the alien
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Believeing the strangest things (loving the alien)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Conflicting Contradictions
We indulge our 'selves'...
In conflicting contradictions.
We see fit to inflict our misfit ideals...
Upon those who are exposed,
To our unlimited hypocrisies.
We become suspicious of the 'good'!
And yet pray to be delivered from evil.
Although there is a need to feed our temptations...
To satisfy selfish greed,
We can not perceive living without!
Believing with a misguided faith...
This is what God is all about!
And ignoring all the messages sent...
To cloud the 'truth',
With our stubborn doubts!
We twist the simplistic...
To dissect and destroy.
We become distraught,
With a happiness shown
And when that is expressed...
It upsets and annoys!
And we prefer to see it not condoned.
We wish for peace!
And yet any signs of it,
We rip into pieces.
We can not accept this as a sickness!
That is why so much of it has increased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loving The Alien
Watching them come and go
The templars and the saracens
Theyre traveling the holy land
Opening telegrams oh ho
Torture comes and torture goes
Knights whod give you anything
They bear the cross of coeur de leon
Salvation for the mirror blind oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers they break the sky in two
(believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Thinking of a different time
Palestine a modern problem
Bounty and your wealth in land
Terror in a best laid plan
Watching them come and go
Tomorrows and the yesterdays oh ho
Christians and the unbelievers
Hanging by the cross and nail oh ho
But if you pray all your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear oh ho
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers they break the sky in two
(believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
You pray till the break of dawn
(believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And youll believe youre loving the alien
(believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Believeing the strangest things (loving the alien)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Imperfections, Imperfection
Imperfections
Imperfection
Separating us all from
Perfection
Imperfections
Imperf ection
I'll never be perfect
Neither will you
Imperfections
Imperfection
You can't change everything
About the way you look
Imperfections
Imperfection
You can't change everything
About your personality
Imperfections
Imperfection
But, you can work on those things
Change little things
Instead of worrying about all the things
Imperfections
Imperfection
Never completely gone
It's what makes us human
poem by Autumn Winds
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Perceptions Of Reality
Rushing back to get their seats,
After intermission has been announced completed...
Are those happily deluded and deceived.
And entertained with beliefs,
That their perceptions of reality have been validated.
And hushed they become as if in pews listening.
Regardless if performers backstage,
Do the best they can to remember their lines...
Between acts to keep it real,
For the ones who have yet to experience to see...
How such beliefs kept are pieced together,
Only those priviledged have been picked to conceal.
Monologues like speeches are seldom sermons,
Unrehearsed without much practice...
To be remembered to produce the right effect,
That satisfies those with expectations.
Re-enactments practiced capture and attract.
And those who are skilled at this know how to 'act'.
To then have those mesmerized when they leave,
Soliciting to advocate to reveal to others on the street...
What it is they 'too' should accept and believe,
As a reality that has been recently confirmed.
With lessons learned to quote and teach.
As if scriptures few would realize have been re-written.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Has Not Been Your Objective
I will not slip into wickedness,
Because that is what you wish.
Nor will I pray to be forgiven of sins.
Or temptations you have teased me with.
I am not the one,
To be conditioned how to live.
With your beliefs thrown upon me,
To keep me feeling of myself as negative.
This process you have chosen,
To diminish my identity.
Will never sit well...
With contradictions you uphold.
And do not dispel.
But choose to dangle in front of me,
As a process of an equality.
And to find within restrictions,
A limitation to place my need to be me...
Will never satisfy an acceptance of a life,
That is mine!
With a pride and dignity I carry inside.
With a presence I do not seek for you to define.
To you I do not owe an existence,
By which I will sit in a wickedness...
Inflicted by your wishes,
To teach as lessons preached.
In sermons from pulpits to have me reach...
For wings in the beyond.
While you use my ignorance,
To leech from me my freedom?
In a continued display that maintains disrespect.
And you want me to believe,
This is all I can expect?
If ever you see me on my knees...
Not a vision of you do I have,
Coming to my aid with aims to please.
And blessings I have received from God,
Has taught me the clarity of that!
You are not the creator of my breath.
Or separate dreams kept,
To fulfill you can meet to satisfy or have met.
And I have known that has not been your objective!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivered And Personally Addressed
Some are able with an ability to see,
Events before they actually occur.
And there are regular worshippers,
Who pray for answers to their questions...
To be revealed to help them heal.
With a preference wished...
Noticed and preferred.
And when the answers come,
To be delivered by 'someone'...
God has chosen to deliver to them,
That message without a moment hesitation.
Those very same folks who say they pray with faith,
Turn away to dismiss the gift that has arrived.
And to them given!
WHY?
People are conditioned to go through their routines.
And this they do without purpose or meaning.
And their 'why' expressed is always attached,
To a 'me' that suffers duress.
And no one confesses to dismissing,
A message delivered and personally addressed.
'What are they looking for?
Someone dressed in 'Tux and Tails'...
With an orchestra and chorus led by a conductor? '
~Your Majesty...
I wish I had the answer to this dilemma.
But You must agree,
These creatures are Your creations.~
'I am reminded everytime,
I hear them complain, moan and whine.
And 'still' they refuse to listen to Me.'
~Maybe it is in the disbelief of their beliefs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ode To Chin
What's your direction?
Tell me what's wrong, tell me what's right.
What's your direction?
Think about somebody else for the night.
Life's more than girls.
God's more than words.
You're more than this.
So, what's your direction,
And where are you now?
Grow, grow where you are.
Anchor your roots underneath.
Doubt your doubts and believe your beliefs.
What's your direction?
What matters most?
What should you know?
What's your direction?
All that you've been
Makes who you are now,
'Cause I've been ashamed.
I've been a fool.
You know Ive backed down.
When I lose direction, I pray to be found.
Grow, grow where you are.
Anchor your roots underneath.
Doubt your doubts and believe your beliefs.
song performed by by Switchfoot
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The Faith of Baha'i
We cling to multiple identities;
Such identities impel us to show
Loyalties based on identities.
Multi-loyalties bring conflict in us.
Loyalties propel us to side or fight.
Religions and politics take much toll.
Language and territories are not behind.
Racial identities still raise their heads.
Leave identities; leave loyalties.
Both tell that you are led by prejudices.
A world community formed without them
Is what Baha'u'lla'h preached as his faith.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When Your Sins Come Home to Roost
When you fear the barber’s mirror when you go to get a crop,
Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair across the top:
When you titivate and do the little things you never used—
It is close upon the season when your sins come home to roost.
Many were the sins of others and you never were to blame,
Some were sins you shared in common—you must suffer all the same;
Some were sins of wasted hours with the wine cup or a mate,
But you cannot share the burden—and they come in duplicate.
Oh! you’ll find the fowls are heavy and their claws are sharp and deep—
They will bow your head in working, they will jerk you from your sleep,
And so many hands are eager just to give your back a boost
On the road to wreck and ruin when your sins come home to roost.
But you don’t let on they’re roosting and you take some only way,
And you never whine or guzzle and you neither curse nor pray;
You will never for an instant let your lower lip be loosed—
But you stand up like a soldier when your sins come home to roost!
And you’ll find them growing lighter till you find room for a few
Of the sins of other mortals who have weaker souls than you:
Then you’ll smile, and not too sadly, at old sins reintroduced—
And you’ll be a man in many when your sins come home to roost.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Whose Truth Is Reality?
Whose truth is reality?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
It is odd how those say they do know God exist.
With bragging rights about their religious affiliations.
But ask one of them,
When was it they stepped out of their way...
Based solely on their faith?
Do you get a look in return that offends?
Or...
Do you get a sermon to hear,
With scriptures quoted...
To make their beliefs understood.
And for some reason...
Their carrying a Bible should make that clear?
And that question you had asked,
Goes unanswered.
As an excuse is made,
To leave from your presence...
As fast as they came.
And under their breath you are called a name.
People are not up to that task.
Disguising 'your' reality...
They prefer to hide,
Behind 'their' masks!
Whose truth is reality?
Really?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Had To Teach You
(harlan howard/bill hervey)
Yes Ill take you back again you knew I would
For I go loving you thats understood
But its the first time youve come back
With tears in your eyes
Lately someones taught you how to cry
Someone had to teach you I didnt have the heart
To hurt you just like youve been hurtin me
Someone had to teach you things its time that you knew
Now maybe youll be satisfied with me
Someone took your heart and rubbed it in the dirt
And you look just like a puppy when its hurt
But youve had this lesson coming fo so very long
Our sins have a way of coming home
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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An Honest Self Examination
I am not one to assess another's flaws,
With wishes they perceive my view of life.
I can not say who should rid themselves of them,
To correct themselves to make things for them right.
An honest self examination that self assesses,
Delivers to one an insight.
And if one lives in fear of honesty...
Any heard believed is a critique of their beliefs,
Does not bring them peace of mind...
But keeps them in a state that makes them uptight.
And I have rescued myself from being judge and jury.
I possess an insight that was not achieved overnight.
And I am going to feel blessed.
I can not feel I've been delivered with abilities to assess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Stinging of Them That Stuns
When examining the shell of one's being,
It is the core within of experiences...
That is applying the scan doing the sizing up.
And those choosing to judge a book by its cover,
Are the very ones...
Whose minds are corrupt.
And programmed to think in terms...
Of one's good and bad luck.
Everything based on one's physical taste,
Says a lot about one's waste of thought.
And a consciousness limited to value things,
Is a mind that can be easily swayed...
And bought.
With a shallowness that is diminished free,
Of any signs of having an honesty!
And conditioned to be deceiving.
And not believing...
There are those amongst them,
Who are spiritually here...
Just to be righteous in judgement.
And provide performances of good deed.
With the teaching to humanity,
Of how this is done...
To overcome their troubles!
And the stinging of them that stuns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crowded With Lies
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind crowded with lies.
A progressive mindset,
Has been stunted because of this.
Dismissed are those who wish for reality.
And often they are labelled mavericks.
Or something less flattering,
To ensure their influence has no chance to exist.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And yet those disillusioned,
Pray on Sunday...
To have their lives fixed.
While listening to sermons,
As to how sins and evil have them bewitched.
Their very lives lived are confused in conflicts.
Although truth for many has become feared,
And resisted.
Observed they are...
Bewildered, bothered and betwixted.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
And there is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And the marketing of fresh lies...
Is a mainstay in most societies,
That has thrived and survived successfully!
But a continuation of a success like this,
Does not sustain its permanence.
Eventually a strain draining the brain prevents it.
People everywhere and everyday,
Reflect their lack of consciousness.
And revealing a 'craze' that has become accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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