Bewitched By The Wicked
Bewitched by the wicked...
Bothering those betwixt and between,
Can be a troubling situation...
Lived by the ones in doubt,
With beliefs kept tossed about.
What's true and what isn't?
Why are many living in conflict?
Why does truth disturb?
And what is the purpose,
To deny what exists?
Bewitched by the wicked...
Bothering those betwixt and between,
Can be a troubling situation...
Lived by the ones in doubt,
With beliefs kept tossed about.
And with the testing of one's faith,
A safety felt is not embraced.
A life lived to receive a peace that's meant...
Easily provokes the initiation of an argument.
With a condenscending,
That patronizes the beliefs...
Of anyone for sport and fun!
Bewitched by the wicked...
Bothering those betwixt and between,
Can be a troubling situation...
Lived by the ones in doubt,
With beliefs kept tossed about.
Like a ball to dribble or hit by a bat.
Or run into an end zone,
For the scoring of points to attract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Have No Similar Interests
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
You had fast backing from a society.
Many professed as normal.
The one that sets standards...
With values to achieve.
You also had 'close' friends,
You spent time with.
I lived in my own 'world'.
And your laughter persisted.
Until it recently has drifted,
Away.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that attack now you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
Why am I now,
Getting your unanswered calls?
We have no similar interests.
None that bestows a wish,
To speak to you.
And all that I have gone through...
I just let my telephone ring.
Often to go unnoticed.
Any hellos I wish to here...
Are personal and exchanged,
When I am near...
From ear to ear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything Today Is In a Collective Bin
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose.
That attracts to their past actions.
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten.
What is the argument?
And why are those hidden sentiments...
Trying to find a purpose,
To regurgitate from an hypnosis done.
That has enraged the minds of the blinded ones!
Everything today is in a collective bin.
The selfish can not see it,
Because of the mindsets they've lived in.
A greed has intoxicated them into beliefs...
Everything they've gotten,
Has not been produce by those...
They've disregarded and forgotten,
Just to indulge themselves in entertaining whims.
Not caring about others...
But them, them, them!
They wish to conquer and win.
But what?
Is the argument?
And from where was this insecurity fed?
That jeopardizes a security,
To bring upon their chosen soil...
Blood donated and shed!
'They fight to incite their on insanity,
Without consciousness or insight.
To where would they flee...
When the poisons have worn off,
Of their bitter thoughts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traumatic Has to Be the Reality Faced
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
Especially for the ones who identified,
Their lives and self worth...
With the ability to purchase 'bling',
And other materialistic things.
With money that from them is dwindling.
Traumatic has to be the reality faced,
There is no substitute for truth that can be replaced.
Nor are there those empathetic,
Who have grown accustomed...
To finding their way on the streets to eat and sleep.
And yet those with beliefs they are above all of this,
Find themselves indebted to their beliefs...
They wish to keep.
And...
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
For those who make demands as if...
Their lifestyles can be sustained,
By squeezing them...
From an economy based on credit.
That has exhausted all fantasies,
Once supporting a delusion...
There was no ending that came to a feeding of a feast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
song performed by by Texas
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
song performed by by Texas
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This Havoc
They attempt to silence those...
Who are against their beliefs!
And yet it is their beliefs...
That loudly shout out,
For change!
Nothing about them or what is valued,
Has remained the same.
And...
No one silenced has created this havoc!
Or with such a disturbance to focus on chaos.
Anyone seeking peace,
Is not looking for it through conflict!
No one is against their beliefs at all.
The concept is there!
The ideals are magnificent.
However...
The reality of the practice,
Is missing in action!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessed To Be Selected For This Test
My life lived here on Earth,
May be an elaborate experiment...
By those involved,
In the creating of this magnificent delusion.
Created in a scientific laboratory it was not!
And my experiences will be the best.
Whatever the effects I receive to get.
Since 'Whomever'...
Or the 'Who' or the 'What' watching,
Unseen and behind this 'mysticism' I am living...
I want it known I've been blessed to be selected for this test.
Those I hear whining about what the Divine does...
OR believe they can manipulate their way through life,
With a faking of faith but carrying in their hearts hatred...
Are the ones failing with every attempt they try to deny,
A power so great that can eliminate all manmade beliefs.
And grateful I am to be aware of 'something' there...
Besides the worshipping of conflict and ignorance celebrated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need of Permanent Hibernation
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are not only detrimental.
They have become so engrained,
That the cost of defending against...
The use of common sense,
Has depleted everyone from recognizing...
That a connection between common sense,
And the application of truth...
Is where the true victory can be located.
And avoiding these intentionally...
Creates the onslaught of devastation.
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are in need of permanent hibernation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What a pity that so many people rather believe their doubts And doubt their beliefs... Why don't we just decide to have no doubts, And believe your beliefs Fear and worry is just the mis-use of the creative powers We originally got to dream.
Living as blind
Beliefs and faiths are mist
That blurred my vision
At the dawn of my life.
Beliefs and faiths are the dust
That blurred my vision
At the dusk of my life.
In between I shut myself
Against the heat of the world.
Who ever lived without regrets
That he had been as much blind?
25.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Show Me Your Beliefs
Your want to take my beliefs,
And enforce upon me yours.
I am fine with that.
However...
Show me where your beliefs,
Have satisfactorily been endorsed.
Show me the facts.
And I will follow you...
Of course.
Show me,
Your beliefs!
And if possible,
Can you do that...
Once you've dismounted,
Off the back of your high horse!
Show me your beliefs,
Without...
Showing me your remorse!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Value The Blessing
Bewitched quick.
By a ticking of a clock,
Heard to grow louder.
And the speeding of it seems,
To emphasize the days one ages...
From one stage to another.
Leaving time one takes to procrastinate,
A waste.
As an awakening to aches and pains felt,
To ignore to value the blessing of life lived...
To accomplish something done,
Yet still enabling one to do.
Bewitched quick.
By a ticking of a clock,
Heard to grow louder.
One can sit to listen and reminisce.
Or decide to experience,
More life in the pursuit of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Off Of Those Stages Rehearsed
One experienced has strong beliefs.
And normally away from classrooms,
Has their lessons been taught.
It is difficult to converse,
With someone who has lived...
Far away and off of those stages rehearsed.
When one has survived alone,
And has done it from the trenches.
And not sitting on park benches...
Sniffing floral arrangements,
Or wishing to be uplifted...
By a drifting of a Spring breeze.
It becomes difficult to share idealism...
With one who realistically lives.
One experienced has strong beliefs.
And normally away from classrooms,
Has their lessons been taught.
It is difficult to converse,
With someone who has lived...
Far away and off of those stages rehearsed.
There is a depth of meaning,
That has been involved in one's interpretation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Just Started Liking Cheatin' Songs
She just started liking cheatin songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
I've never had any reason to doubt her
As far as I know she's been true
But lately she's had a different look in her eyes
I wonder if she's seein somebody new
You can't blame a body for lookin
When there's a world of people out there
But I hope that she's not takin any closer looks
I tell ya lately frankly I've been scared
Cause she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
I've got to admit I do some looking too
But she's the only one I love
She still tells me she loves me
But I wonder if my love's enough
Cause she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
Yeah she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
Yeah I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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When it comes to controlling human beings, there is no better instrument than lies. Because you see, humans live by beliefs. And beliefs can be manipulated. The power to manipulate beliefs is the only thing that counts.
quote by Michael Ende
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Speaking Now Out Loud But Then Unspoken
Too many living in unrested desperation.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
Too many living in arrested situations.
And many who have lived it have grown tired,
And they grieve.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And no one wants to keep their own delusions detached.
Many want to share how they are busted and broken.
And some just want treatment like 'elites'.
Speaking now out loud but then unspoken.
Too many living in unrested desperation.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
Too many living in arrested situations.
And many who have lived it have grown tired,
And they grieve.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
Many have grown tired and they grieve.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And some just wish to live as if stiff upper lip 'elites'.
Speaking now out loud but then unspoken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These men of Faith
These men of Faith, these men of old,
Their lives they lived, they were so bold;
Trusting God, in the face of danger,
But their enemy, shunned them with anger.
We know of one great man, Daniel, was his name,
To Pray at the open window, he always did the same;
Then some jealous men, had him enter lions den,
For his faith in God, and On God he did depend.
Another man was Elijah, who helped so many,
And he had trouble with Jezebel, a life of jealousy;
Also king Ahab, and a wicked and evil king too,
But for their evil doing, they died, oh yes! It's true.
The next great man of Faith, was Enoch,
He lived and spoke only for the Lord God;
He was so very close, he did walk upright,
And God took Him home, he lived by Faith not sight.
One more man of Faith, I need to tell about,
Was Abraham, and to a new home he was sent out;
Also when his son Isaac, was to be offered to the Lord,
But a ram was supplied, his faith shone, it's in His Word.
These men are an example, and we should follow too,
Trust God in the face of Danger, Trust Him thru' and thru';
These men of God trusted and never gave into sin,
Because they loved God so much, He lived within.
poem by Margaret Haig
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The Art Of Sport And Humility
Hollow is self praise.
Hollow is the acceptance of it taken.
In the art of sport and humility,
Those who are truly champions...
Of undenied ability and integrity,
Aren't those first to cross the finish line...
Most of the time.
Often those who are true 'victors',
Can be found behind the scenes...
Giving their support and motivation,
To others on the team with praise.
To receive with beliefs they are the winners.
Each minute.
Every hour in days lived and those to come.
If a maintaining of faith stays,
No one loses what is sought to successfully keep...
Within their minds engrained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stunned By The Speed And Brightness
These days now and ahead,
Are not for those wicked.
A lifting of consciousness has come.
Leaving many to make attempts,
To overcome and be done...
With self deceptions.
Hidden in beliefs,
No one can 'see' through their deceits.
With new found clarity.
These days now and ahead,
Are not for those wicked.
Those yesterdays are buried and dead.
Too much truth today is demanded instead.
And those dishonest trying to outrun,
This light that comes...
Are stunned,
By the speed and brightness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)
I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.
I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.
And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!
They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.
My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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