Broadsided
Broadsided!
By a web of factors.
And we must 'bob and weave'...
Through the onslaught of what is thrown.
And a lot of it...
Is being thrown to hit.
Not miss.
Broadsided!
A complete revamping comes!
Some stunned will remain,
Stunned!
Unable to overcome,
The shock that continues to shake...
Many into mental breakdowns.
Broadsided by an economic slide.
A tide of complete change.
To rise and raise dramatically...
Mindsets into a higher consciousness!
Those 'fixed' to wishes of what was...
Will not find their best interests,
Remaining in stubbornness...
Served.
And no time for nostalgic reminiscing,
Will be heard in these swift winds.
A navigation process has started.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magnificent and Glorious
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Its affects are disturbing...
As it processes an effectiveness.
Traumatized will be those,
Holding onto scattering beliefs.
A race to deny its presence among us...
Will greet those with defeat.
Since its dominance is complete!
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.
Nothing that has been set in stone...
Will the dawning of this consciousness,
Allow or condone.
Some will feel alone.
Without empathy to comfort.
We are living in the days of amazing changes.
And those with mindsets aged in greed and disrespect,
Think they will profit by their deceiving misdeeds.
But they will be the ones...
Eventually down on their knees.
Pleading to be freed of their mental disease.
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
And those able to 'see'...
Have already begun this magnificent,
And glorious internal uplifting journey!
Congratulations...
To those who sustained their faith.
And maintained their patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State of Repressive Remission
Values and times change for us all.
Reluctantly.
And perceptions also,
From initial impressions.
Some of our sentiments visited emotionally,
Take on new meaning...
When scenes romanced and remembered,
Have been conditioned to a complete renovation.
Reluctantly.
And our hearts with observation,
Are fixed with an unexpected rejection...
Of a nonacceptance we find difficult to respect.
Yet...
Eventually this is done,
Reluctantly.
And for many a reminiscing continues on.
When scenes romanced and remembered,
Have been conditioned to a complete renovation.
Reluctantly.
And our hearts with observation,
Are fixed with an unexpected rejection...
Of a nonacceptance we find difficult to respect.
Yet...
Eventually this is done,
Reluctantly.
As some make attempts...
To keep the present,
In a state of repressive remission!
Unsuccessfully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Step By Step
As the greedy feed...
A draught soon nears.
Blinders have been issued to all,
To keep them unaware.
Yet numb by terrorists fears.
The creation of enemies...
Soon grinds their economies to a halt.
To introduce a controlling one world rule,
Refusing to accuse the bleeding of greed,
As the fault.
Step by step this grand plan comes.
But the success of it,
Will unravel quick.
And those behind it much undone!
A lifting of consciousness comes to everyone.
'You've said that! '
A lifting of consciousness comes to everyone.
'You've said that! '
A lifting of consciousness comes to everyone.
'WHY do you keep saying that? '
When it comes some will be stunned.
And what will be reveiled,
May cause many to run...
In shock and disoriented,
To see their way of life over and done!
'I 'think' that splitting of consciousness,
Is 'now' in existence!
Even those in positions to 'dictate'
Weren't prepared themselves for this one,
To come! '
Oh they weren't!
That's why they try to disguise it...
From those they perceive,
Are still buying that BS about terrorists...
And enemies!
God stirs this pot...
And those ingredients now are poured,
Upon all to dropp without a stop!
A lifting of consciousness comes to everyone.
When it comes some will be stunned.
And what will be reveiled,
May cause many to run...
In shock and disoriented,
To see their way of life over and done!
And that is what they are praying to prevent.
However...
This World is not ours.
This is God's invention meant!
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Totally. Totally. Totally Bummed
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Significant this feeling is,
Hard to overcome.
When an aging is apparent,
And nothing can be done.
And when one has a wisdom,
One developes more and more...
The pressure to pretend there isn't,
Can not be ignored.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
No more looking 26.
Overnight has stunned.
Disappearing quick was 36.
Overnight has stunned.
And the 46 that came...
Picked up 56 and split.
And now I can't believe it,
I am elderly legit.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Next Phase
It's only a phase.
The next phase.
The next phase...
To come and change the last days,
To put up on a higher stage!
It's only a phase.
The next phase.
The next phase...
To come and change the last days,
To put up on a higher stage!
It's only a phase.
The next phase.
The next phase...
To come and change the last days,
To put up on a higher stage!
It's only a phase.
Many will taste it
Many will hate it.
And some of the stunned will run.
Run-run-run.
Many will taste it
Many will hate it.
The elated,
Will be baited!
And some of the stunned will run...
Run-run-run.
Many will taste it.
The next phase.
Many will hate it.
The next phase.
The elated,
Will be baited!
And some of the stunned will run...
Run-run-run.
And some of the stunned will run...
Run.
Run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CX: Ability
It’s not unable, it’s just not a favor
It’s not unable, it’s just reluctance
It’s not unable, it’s just not my style
It’s not unable, it’s just wrong
It’s not unable, it’s just no time
It’s not unable, it’s just out of place
It’s not unable, it’s just not consideration
It’s not unable, it’s just objection
It’s not unable, it’s just not effective
It’s not unable, it’s just stubbornness
It’s not unable, it’s just not important
It’s not unable, it’s just mercy
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Disturbing to the Nerves
It will be midnight for many,
Soon.
Dawn for some will come.
And for those unable to differentiate,
Between either one...
There will be turbulence ahead for them.
With mindsets fixed upon schedules nixed.
And determined they will sit,
In stubbornness unresisting!
As change surrounds them.
And this they can't admit.
Even though a change has rearranged,
Everything that use to be...
To become what today 'is'.
For all to allow and get use to it!
But something inside their minds...
Keep them affixed and locked to times,
Gone.
And yet the Sun has set,
Like a reality one has met.
One who refuses to allow it to exist
And yet....
No matter what attempts are made...
To loosen a tight grip,
On that which eventually slips away....
For reasons no one should keep,
To be repeatedly replayed.
It is done.
Like a welcoming to seclude in delusion.
When chips begin to fall where they may...
The only thing that should remain to stay,
And strengthen...
Is one's faith!
Unbroken.
Unshakened and obeyed.
Although we feel and know...
Our hearts aren't the only ones that break.
Disturbing to the nerves as that is...
To witness it as it is felt!
Coming as it does to give.
And be powerless against it when it's dealt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unified Comprehension
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
The kind that comes to stay.
Unseasonal.
Traumatic.
Like the kind of change,
One suffers through...
When going to school for the first time.
The kind that breaks and shakes,
Like an Earthquake.
A shocker that roars in like a tsunami.
To leave folks stunned.
With no where to run....
But endure.
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
That's for sure.
With one exception!
Very few will be asked,
To debate the quality of it.
And no one will be exempted.
Total, complete and thorough...
Will be the experience.
Many will welcome it.
While others will be heard complaining,
As they sweep to keep up...
With assigned chores.
Change?
There is going to be change.
Drastic, immediate and effective.
The kind that motivates,
With an understood dictation.
'That sounds like 'socialism'?
I doubt if there will be any sounds at all!
However...
There will be a unified comprehension.
Descending from the Oval Office.
President Obama,
Intends we all become familiar...
With the concept of pride!
He plays not upon our delusions.
But we will manifest his vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Real World
I wonder what its like to be the rainmaker
I wonder what its like to know that I made the rain
Id store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone
And you can come and see them when im...done, when Im done
I wonder what its like to be a super hero
I wonder where Id go if I could fly around downtown
From some other planet, I get this funky high on yellow sun
Boy I bet my friends will be...stunned, theyre stunned
(chorus)
Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here
If I were someone else, would this all fall apart
Strange, where were you, when we started this gig,
I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me
I wonder what its like to be the head honcho
I wonder what Id do if they all did just what I said
Id shout out an order, I think were out of this man get me some
Boy dont make me wanna change my...tone, my tone
(chorus)
Please dont change, please dont break
The only thing that seems to work at all is you
Please dont change, at all from me
To you, and you to me
(chorus)
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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Real World
I wonder what its like to be the rainmaker
I wonder what its like to know that I made the rain
Id store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone
And you can come and see them when im...done, when Im done
I wonder what its like to be a super hero
I wonder where Id go if I could fly around downtown
From some other planet, I get this funky high on yellow sun
Boy I bet my friends will all be...stunned, theyre stunned
(chorus)
Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here
If I were someone else, would this all fall apart
Strange, where were you, when we started this gig,
I wish the real world, would just stop hassling me
I wonder what its like to be the head honcho
I wonder what Id do if they all did just what I said
Id shout out an order, I think were out of this man get me some
Boy dont make me wanna change my...tone, my tone
(chorus)
Please dont change, please dont break
The only thing that seems to work at all is you
Please dont change, at all from me
To you, and you to me
(chorus)
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Stunned
Realities and their concepts,
Have been so distorted.
Even revealing their falsities...
Many can not just abort them.
Trauma and tragedies of epic proportions...
Descend upon mentalities,
Making attempts to absorb the enormity.
An immensity crowds their densities.
And the presence of God,
Does not enter into their consciousness.
Those unbelieving can not accept...
This Earth is not their creation.
And The Almighty is a rumor at best.
Although every conceivable 'natural' test...
Has been applied by Mother Nature,
To put their insignificance at rest!
And yet this evolution upon them takes hold.
A change so drastic has indeed begun.
Before their eyes this takes hold.
Leaving them with no place to hide.
And certainly from themselves...
They will try,
But can not run.
Stunned are those of hollowed faith!
Stunned is a quality of life that comes...
To become for them replaced.
Stunned are the ones,
Accustomed to use rascism as their taste!
And left undone is a reality...
To crumble until it humbles.
Until everyone respects with grace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unable To Commit
I choose not to sing,
'We Are The World' with anyone.
Don't be stunned.
I just refuse to sit and sip,
With hypocrites spilling philosophies,
They themselves admit...
They are unable to commit to,
If not assisted by photo ops...
And served hors d'oeuvres!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Prison of Solitude
A prison of solitude
To which I am thrown
The empty walls and rooms
The soundless corridors
The drawn-out night
What madness grows here
That no other does see
How lonely I find
The sleepless bed
The loveless air
The void of conversation
The dying romance of the candle
This isolation
This so complete nothingness
I am kept at distance
From a world I do not know
In this place of madness
A prison of solitude
To which I have been thrown
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I Could Not Move To Boo Hoo
You once had said you loved me,
But the end of fun had come.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
You left it to your friends to tell me,
It was over and done.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
If I was a drinker,
I'd be woozy from the booze.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
You once had said you loved me,
But the end of fun had come.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
You left it to your friends to tell me,
It was over and done.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
I could not move to boo hoo,
'Cause I felt like such a cuckoo.
And there,
I stood and was stunned.
There was...
No place I could run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Evolution That Has Erased The Yesterdays
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
Clear choices today are being readily defined.
Making up one's mind as to which road to take,
Is for many not a decision to contemplate.
It may be difficult for some to switch up...
From steps taken to reverse what has been done.
But it can be done...
If a wish for happiness is to come!
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
There are those confused,
By the suddenness of change.
But it's not as if it had been hidden.
Not for those who have witnessed,
A quality of life that is not the same.
Closed eyes are different from those that are blind.
Some choose not to see what is.
Others who can not see period...
Have survived with sharpened minds.
And are quick to sense...
The atmosphere has been stimulated,
By the addition of increased decadence.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
A higher consciousness has arrived,
And it struggles with accepted commonness.
But this slide that delights some,
Comes to an end to unravel comforts under the Sun.
To achieve a peace slowly becoming noticed.
And those overdosed with delusions that limit...
Will find themselves anguished,
By an evolution that has erased the yesterdays.
Leaving them revolving in memories dissolving.
And not a sign ahead that shows,
Those times will be revisited.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
Drastic changes have come to move us on!
With or without the necessity for debate.
Or an appreciative applause in waiting.
Many are already too stunned with disbelief...
That the onslaught of love has come,
To achieve the 'real' version of peace.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burdened Is the One Who Knows Truth
Burdened is the one who knows truth.
An isolation occurs,
One has the nerve to adjust to and accept.
With little delusion left to live.
Some would say comments made like this are negative.
Until the onslaught of reality hits them quick.
And there is nothing positive they see in it.
With wishes to blame others to have it fixed.
To return back to a life that is fantasized.
Complete and sugarized.
But teardropping eyes like these...
Are going to clear when the masquerade is over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A typical end
Villages after villages are swept away
Rivers are in spate and marauding the country way
Never in past we we have witness such a fury
Everything is in shambles throughout the country
Who is to be blamed for such a holocaust?
On whom to pass the blame or doubts to cast?
Did the nature turn its red eye on us?
Have we offended the balance and missed the bus?
We have no answer for such disaster
We have tried to be their masters
Openly violated the natural boundary
Precaution and other things remain secondary
Everywhere there is complete obstruction
No river water can pass through in any section
Deforestation and deep mining is just a routine
Several deaths observed in many countries from femine
Hell is falling from the open sky
We are unable tor raise the question and ask why?
We have no regrets for our committed folly
We have to share the blame wholly
No one may escape from the onslaught
You will be surprised and simply caught
There is no other way out than to face anger
Life will be saved by just a cliff hanger
We have left no space for animals
They have been forced out on our arrivals
Complete imbalance in ecological system
There is red alert if we still push them
Nobody can save us from complete annihilation
It has got direct bearing and relation
We have completely down graded
All places have been forcefully Invaded
Either survive or perish
Otherwise you are finished
There is no other alternative
These signs are just indicative
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I need thee...
Like the air I need to breath
The water that flows to meet the sea
I need thee
You complete me
Like the blood in my veins
And the Power of Christ's blood stains
I need thee
You complete me
Like the energy from the sun
The Cheetah's need to run
I need thee
You complete me
I have walked a thousand miles
Seen countless un-genuine smiles
I need thee
You complete me
I have heard so many lies
And created my own alibis
I need thee
You complete me
I have hidden from desperate eyes
Comforted by my lonely lullabies
I need thee
You complete me...
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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Why do I hate?
Why do i hate complete mankind?
why single favorable factor I do not find?
Why for small reason I get irritated and mind?
Is there any justification for not being inclined?
It is driving me crazy and make irrational
I remain gloomy with face always pale
It does not think positive and act contrary
I smell a rat and think it unrelated and unnecessary
It has vitiated my complete thinking pattern
It is not that i have no legitimate concern
I still think tide may turn in favor and move
I only have to show worth and prove
I have been guided by many factors
Some of the recent happenings are good indicator
I have been disillusioned for simple reasons
I have tried to come off as very good person
I am being denied my legitimate due
I have made assessment and periodical review
It was not rejected but appreciated by only few
I have remained calm all these years and silently grew
I have nothing to prov as personal identity
I have failed to prove worth and good quality
What i did was not at all for public utility
This has robbed me off my personal entity
This may the exact cause with so many
They might have aired it in good company
I was not lucky enough to ti find a solution
Though i was prepared for resolute action
I speak the mind as I have felt
The grievance has flown openly and melt
It is always good to speak out in open
The opportunity must be grabbed when thrown
I have got no chance to observe the nicety
This can be considered as best of variety
Many may be gifted with such pleasure
They may remain happy and pass it to others for sure
You can not win world by hatred
You will be unwilling soul to be led
Even noble act may not appeal you
Though it may be worth while and true
Once the mind is fully set on one direction
It may be difficult to convince with any of action
The falsehood may take over the reign
It will be difficult to improve later on
No one has any valid reason to hate
It may be personal views but you can't state
It has no sanction or can find acceptance
One has to be visionary even if o agree with reluctance
hate not action but love not uncalled for reaction
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Ill Be There
I heard the voice of redemption
For me there is no exemption
I started praying
I heard the voice of satisfaction
Needing me for benefaction
I started pleading
I heard the bells begin to chime
Warning me oh lord
Dont let this be my time
Dont let this be my time
Ill be there for you, when you walk through the fire
Ill be there for you, when the flames get higher
When nothing fits and nothing seems right
Till the very last breath of my life, Ill be there for you
You saw me slide, you saw me fall
We kept our pride through it all
We started screaming
When skies are dark, no sun shines through
I know I see the light in you
We stopped dreaming and started believing
Ill be there for you, when you walk through the fire
Ill be there for you, when the flames get higher
When nothing fits and nothing seems right
Till the very last breath of my life, Ill be there for you
Ill be there
In my hour of need
You were there always
Now its time for me to be there for you too
Always
Ill be there for you
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