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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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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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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Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Truth Is Faced
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.
Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.
'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have Made A Life Lived To Them Look Easy
Stay away from those who try to reduce,
Your experiences to their limited point of view.
They will attempt to discredit what it is you have done,
Because you have made a life lived to them look easy.
And you are only available to accept and listen,
To every detail of their nonsense.
And any patience with peace you have earned,
They will test with an expressing of their ignorance of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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However You May Lay Your 'Loo-Yahs
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts within us...
Are kept detached and private.
We are born into this 'reality'...
With a belief we jouney alone,
On a separate trip.
Alone and away from others,
Also participating in this experience...
We are taught in the process to call 'life'.
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts with us...
Are kept detached and private.
We even believe we are separate from the trees,
Birds and bees...
Are other created creatures upon thie Earth,
God, too, has made.
So given we are with beliefs,
There is something that will be achieved...
With the infliction of division, fear, hatred and greed.
There are some creatures God has blessed with life,
Who actually believe they have been certified...
As human kites.
To maneuver to heights,
And by themselves.
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts with us...
Are detached and kept private.
Some self righteous even perceive...
They can even deceive God!
As if God takes momentary leaves,
Of absences.
Only to discover,
When Mother Nature gets upset...
And has had it with our selfishness.
Just how fragile those who 'empower' themselves...
Are lost to fight against the true power of God,
His 'Diciples' and those messages delivered...
'Whether one is feeling blessed or cursed.
With abundance to enrich...
Or poverty experienced in cycles that are reversed.
What is here to witness on 'this' Earth...
Is 'not' one's dress rehearsal.
From birth...
Be 'yee' and those of 'thee',
Tested.'
WHEREVER!
Or...
HOWEVER you may lay your 'Loo-Yahs',
In the best of pretentious praise.
These days we now live,
Are not for the fake faith seekers...
Preaching their hollow beliefs,
To maintain their materialistic thieving.
It is time to give those corrupted ideals up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Lived Most Of My Life In Delusion
I LIVED MOST OF MY LIFE IN DELUSION
I lived most of my life in delusion-
I dreamed I was writing great masterpieces-
Every life moment was hoarded
For the sacred work.
I am old now
The manuscripts are piled up
No one wants them;
I apparently was wrong about my life and work
I lived in delusion-
Now I have all the time in the world to do nothing in-
These lines too can go to the pile.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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O' Magnificent Light
O' Magnificent Light,
That shines brightly upon my life.
I beseech You,
With every breath I breathe.
I recognize 'that' which you are!
I can not deny Your importance to me.
O'Magnificent Light.
Sun stunning as you are.
From dawn until twilight.
I'm here to offer You,
My gratitude.
Each day and star crusted night.
O'Magnificent Light,
Shining brightly upon my life...
Blessed I receive You.
And the benefits of it!
Never could I sit...
Taking what You are,
As a gift I take for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Receive
This beautiful gift You have given me...
I receive.
And grateful I am blessed,
It is yet from the peak...
Of its bloom unfolding.
I receive this breath of life You give.
I admit I am inquisitive...
To witness an obstacle that sits.
And You assist with a lift of it,
Off my path.
The faith I have,
Does not ask of You how this is done.
I receive my challenges,
In all ways they come to be wrapped.
To let me know my life...
Is full of assorted delights.
Some I may or may not like,
But they are mine.
And I receive what it is You wish for me.
In prayer everyday in the way I know I can...
I thank You.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Moral Diet
A validation as we hit the ground.
Yes that does hurt.
Just open your mouth and eat a little bit of the dirt.
Chew it on up and ingest.
Swallow it on down.
Call it moral fiber.
A psychological diet.
We must learn to live with it.
Just another part of our life.
The bricks keep piling up.
Soon the wall will map out what use to be our history.
The creative creatures that never made it.
No one voice could save them.
Even with, most logical reasoning.
Worshipping the dead, wasting the living.
Why should we feed you, what can you do?
Just maybe I'll be the one save a entire population before to late.
We do not know who the hero will be.
How could we, but still there is this ignorance in the form of greed.
It is not a valid excuse.
Other must suffer for your unending desire for power.
A need to manipulate and control.
But where we fail is always in what we don't know.
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To Pay Particular Attention
A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!
A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.
And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.
And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,
I do test and try my Creator's patience.
In the hopes to be punished...
To pay particular attention,
As to how the Creator goes about...
Inflicting this,
Upon my more aware consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Live You Must Forgive
A man that has the power
To take a living breathing soul
Leaves you lonely, barren and bare
That eats away at your soul
You know not how to handle
The agony you feel
So you bury it deep down inside
Thinking you'll never live or feel
The years go pass and hidden
The agony and pain
It turns into hatred
That breaths darkness in your soul
When consumed with this hatred
Life becomes a living hell
You believe you're unable
To live and breathe again
So living like a zombie
You live from day to day
Barely surviving a life you hate to live
Consumes you everyday
But then you’re told to live once more
You need to forgive the wrong been done
At first you think is this joke
To forgive the man that buried my soul
That fateful day so long ago
At first you deny the truth
Still carrying hatred deep within
Then finally you realize
To live you must forgive
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In studying the literature connected with my work, I became aware of the great universal significance of visionary experience. It plays a dominant role, not only in mysticism and the history of religion, but also in the creative process in art, literature, and science. More recent investigations have shown that many persons also have visionary experiences in daily life, though most of us fail to recognize their meaning and value. Mystical experiences, like those that marked my childhood, are apparently far from rare.
quote by Albert Hofman
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Why Can't You Drop Them...
You 'believe'...
In concepts deep within you.
And yet your beliefs,
Satisfy you not with comfort?
Or free your steps,
Without regretful movement?
You attract conflicts,
That daily attack!
And yet a protection,
Of hypocrisy...
Has created that!
With a pattern offering no objection?
And you tell me,
The life I live...
Although free of those agonies
You suffer...
Is based on delusions I enforce?
That my 'divorce' from those 'realities'
You embrace with a loyal devotion...
Have been endorsed by a fantasy?
And dysfunctions I've set into motion,
Are disguises of my actual emotions?
And I've focused on pretentions,
Instead of pain that goes ignored?
That I have not honestly explored,
My limitations!
That may well be true!
However...
Which one of us expresses a happiness,
And a grateful attitude for its existence?
I wish not to question your beliefs.
But your faith in application,
Seems to lack a convincing appreciation.
With an uplifted joy to be so blessed!
Willing to confess it...
With each opportunity you get!
Unless that too,
Is absent of any truth...
You desire produced,
Behind your elaborate 'cloaking'!
And I am sure that is your reason,
And purpose...
To have such beliefs?
To keep them out of sight,
As you delight in discreeted loneliness.
Such bliss should be envied and seen.
You should wish them known and shown,
I would suspect.
Don't you?
Isn't that the meaning behind having such beliefs?
To have such feeling shared and released?
If not,
Why can't you dropp them...
Instead of those tears,
That appear very real to me!
Falling periodically from your face!
And not one of your eyes sparkle,
With unhesitating excitement!
Or expose your pleasure,
With traces I can identify as contented joy.
I don't detect your beliefs being present.
Not as frequently as I hear your cries,
About a survival you have chosen...
In a denial you refuse to address.
Perhaps you view that as a criticism,
Instead of an opportunity...
To put a smile on your outlook!
Or maybe that too is too much of a risk?
And you are afraid,
You just may give the wrong impression!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Owe Who I Am to You
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To experience seasons,
With changes that exist.
In an acceptance,
Of Your offerings...
That come and go,
To be as is.
And to be able to express this...
In a completedness,
I do not resist.
With an acknowledgement,
My life on Earth without You...
Would leave me less blessed,
And prehaps without gifts.
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To lead me to learn and to grow.
Knowing I owe who I am to You!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instigation To Perpetrate An Implementation
If what is depicted is to be adverse,
To my quality of life with a purpose to incite.
But isn't successfully done from my perspective.
Why is it that I can observe clearly,
Those creating those depictions...
With an instigation to perpetrate an implementation,
Of their attempts to manipulate my beliefs?
As if to focus upon this as an accomplishment.
With a determination to deceive what I feel and see,
At their own expense to expose their ignorance.
And I can't be the only one awakening to this awareness.
Are they that desperate to see themselves defeated?
Can people be that unconsious...
With minds so out of control?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Much of What You Do
If you can hear or witness,
The ticking of a clock.
See the leaves on any tree.
And seasons that transcend.
Seemingly with no end.
Or a beginning that has started...
To say when that did begin!
If you can see birds fly.
A day with sunlight...
That turns into night.
To reveal a moon shining bright.
Whether or not,
Someone can not sleep tight!
All of this has us here evolving.
As this Earth revolves on an axis in orbit!
It has been quite sometime since closed minds,
Thought we lived on a flattened disc.
When one accepts life and eliminates BS...
It is wonderful to experience.
And to realize one is blessed,
Without collecting additional emotional stress.
If you can accept your life as a 'gift'.
You will not torment yourself...
With beliefs what you have been given,
Is to you a useless exchange.
With nothing more to offer,
But complaints that drain.
If you can take steps away from yourself...
And separate from your ego as well.
Put your mind on something else.
Perhaps imagining the Universe 'first'...
As a living breathing thing that thirsts!
And you...
If you can do this,
Will realize you are just a leech.
With no appreciation of this Earth,
That gives and feeds you life.
You neither created...
But somehow you welcome,
Visiting conflicts and stirring up fights!
If that is understood...
You will treat yourself much better.
And others as you should.
If...
That is understood!
But then,
So much of what you do...
Has been through misunderstanding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Earth Is Not A Commodity To Waste
It is sad to see,
All of humanity being destroyed by greed.
It feels hopeless to witness,
Nature making attempts to convince Earth's inhabitants...
Without them protecting it with concern,
All life as it is known...
Will be eliminated with this one lesson to be learned:
~Ungrateful and foolish are those in conflict who believe,
They can live here on Earth to choose destruction as they please.
And still live to receive benefit.
By the fostering to maintain their sustained ignorance of it.~
Earth is not a commodity to waste as if it is easy to amputate,
What is disliked by the few who ignite division.
A thinking and feeling Earth could care less,
Who amongst those leeching to feed upon it...
Profess to be better than the rest.
It is here to endear and provide for all of its creations
And if it decides all life should end...
So be it of its own making with a choice to do to accomplish.
And yes...
Those with kept and divisive religious beliefs,
Will have nothing to do with Earth's decision.
No faked praise is going to save lives.
Earth can be a 'mother' in these situations.
With a strictness descending upon those given.
~You better recognize! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Influence And Prestige
Keeping one's mind fantasized,
Does not return good dividends.
Nor does the hoarding of truth,
Keeps it unavoidable.
No one playing this game of Bingo,
Is going to be heard to win.
And...
The starting all over with new rules,
To school those unaccustomed to discipline...
Will not gain the attention,
Those grabbing onto their balls...
With threats to leave with perceptions they lead.
They follow themselves,
Down the road of bigger not better delusions.
With beliefs they can make someone listen,
To more created tales,
About their influence and prestige...
That has resulted in jealousy and envy.
'What are you whining about now? '
A 'piper' carrying a batch of promissary notes.
And a reluctance shown to masquerade,
Unpaid.
You didn't hear that from me.
I'm not the one whining.
I'm observing. Remember that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None of It Is Embellished
Go ahead assess and evaluate.
What I know already,
Has been lived.
If you wish...
You can interrogate.
I do not walk with sensitivity,
Expressed or exposed on my sleeve.
Trust me,
When you are finished...
The truth as I know it,
You will not believe.
Every breath of it,
I did breathe!
My sisters and I have been extremely blessed.
You have no idea of our challenges and tests!
I choose not to look back.
Moving forward I prefer.
If I stopped to critique my life like you are...
I would have long been less grateful!
And disillusioned by a life,
I realize now I more than deserve.
When I say I am thankful and blessed...
There is not a movie or book,
That could pieced together my experiences...
To emotionally express them in proper context.
With complexing twists and turns.
Laid out with suspense and drama...
To heighten the effect
Whatever the investigations taken,
I have not lived my life...
To satiate your sensations.
Trust me!
None of it is embellished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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