Caring Less About Ourselves
Nothing of significance,
Has been associated to their existence.
A selfishness convinced,
Of a worthlessness makes a lot of sense.
If one comprehends...
The total lack of discipline,
That relies on another to make life right for them.
'They act as if they don't care about us.
So we will show them by caring less about ourselves.'
Since raising today's children...
The majority unqualified to do it,
Are empty vessels...
Fed to feed on symbolic needs.
And told and conditioned,
A divinity prepares to meet them in eternity.
~Do nothing but pray.
Stay on your knees all day.
Obey what we say,
And all your troubles will go away! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down On My Knees
Sometimes you wonder
How much I care
I get so distracted running nowhere
And I take for granted
Our love is secure
But if I started losing you
One thing is sure
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
I learned to be strong
A long time ago
And I can face any wind no matter how hard it blows
But Id have to be stronger than I want to be
If I had to live without you loving me
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
No one matters more in my life
Makes me feel like you make me feel inside
Ive come far enough to know loves
Worth never letting go of
And love is not a matter of pride
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Distant From A Discipline Given
Rudderless and left to float...
Our children today,
Are left with emotions remoted.
And devoted to show,
The little they know about life.
With a disrespect...
Close but yet so distant from a discipline given.
With expectations limited to a failure praised...
And parental guidance,
Are never questions amongst themselves raised.
Well,
Simply put...
Many of our children today,
No longer fantasize about having strict parents.
Or...
Think of it,
As a human betrayal...
Omitted from their existence.
Rudderless and left to float...
Our children today,
Are left with emotions remoted.
And devoted to show,
The little they know about life.
With a disrespect...
Close but yet so distant from a discipline given.
And 'we',
Seem so afraid...
To be their example of mature adult men,
And no nonsense taking women!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keys To Locks
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
A taking and not sharing had been a way of life.
A selfishness fed...
Comforted them in their beds at night.
And disregarding warnings,
Times come that will not be as bright...
For them is not accepted.
Preparing for these days,
They prefer to reject!
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
Even those with traditions fixed upon a worship of greed...
Refuse to accept,
Their wishes, wants, desires and needs...
Must be removed from their customes.
Since no longer there...
Are the tricks and treats that once easily pleased.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
And...
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Demand them to be restocked...
From those they owe who have keys to locks.
Those who now...
Command the blocking that stops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You know what I mean
I’VE noticed this happen, when everything is black,
When I’m down below zero and cannot get back,
When I feel like a sort of a National Debt,
That will go on for ages and never be met,
When my will is all bagged at the knees and dead beat,
It is then, don’t you know, that., I’m certain to meet
With some prodigal lifeless dejected old bean,
Who is worse off than I you know what I mean.
Someone or other who’s entered the race,
With a sense of intention but can’t stay the pace,
He tells all his troubles and heaven knows what,
Talks about Fate and all that sort of rot,
And it makes all my own little troubles look small,
Till I find I’ve no cause to be worried at all,
And it doesn’t seem cricket to grouse when I’ve seen,
That he’s worse off than I you know what I mean.
No matter how hard one may fall down the hill,
There’s always a somebody lower down still,
And it makes you feel well, it seems mean to repeat,
All your own little troubles to people you meet.
One learns in the end, that self pity’s a curse,
And to talk of your cares only makes them seem worse.
It takes courage to stand where it’s easy to lean,
But it makes you feel better you know what I mean.
The chap we all like is the chap who can smile,
Though his heart may be breaking with sorrow the while,
He just keeps them all secretly locked in his breast,
Keep’s the worm to himself, gives the world of his best.
He has losses like we have, yet never gives in,
But goes silently back to his task with a grin.
And the lesson we learn from this priceless old being,
Is to smile all the while with some laughs in between.
Though you’re empty and broke, meet your fate with a joke,
For the sake of the folk who can’t see what you mean
And it may be in turn even they will yet learn,
And they’ll smile all the while when they see what you mean.
Do you get me? Ah well that’s what I mean.
poem by John Milton Hayes
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The teen age Myth
Adolescent anxiety
never really bothered me
When I was young there were no teens
Just men and boys no in betweens.
You started work when you left school
this was accepted as the rule.
The good old days or so they say
when things were done a different way
Teen agers were not invented then.
Perhaps its time to think again
Reintroduce some discipline
to whip the youngster into line.
Ignore the experts who advise
because they lack the expertise.
In raising children of their own
experience they’ve never known.
Adolescents of today
must learn there is no easy way.
They have to work to earn respect.
I am not sure but I suspect.
That most of you agree with me
that nothing in this life is free.
It’s our responsibility
to raise our children properly.
To teach them what they need to know
and yet allow them room to grow.
Though you may think I’m prejudiced
I have the right and I insist
That children should be taught values
before they’re old enough to choose.
To obey the rules or to refuse
After all what can we lose.
28-Feb-09 http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Significance Diminished
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
Segmented divisions,
Introduced to initiate fences to separate...
Implemented a hatred to satiate.
And an accepted degrading of others...
Began an effectiveness.
And,
Those then blinded now see...
There is nothing of a nourishment left,
For them to eat.
A feeding on what had been valued,
Depletes in its neccessity!
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
And an abuse of respect remembered,
Is difficult to forgive and forget!
Negativity fed does not continue to feed.
A feeding on negativity eventually breeds regret!
And the breeding of regret...
Tarnishes for many what had been significant!
Leaving a significance diminished,
Soggy with tears wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pray
Tell me why we didnt try
Tell me why you had to go
Cant you see it makes me cry
There are so many things I have to know
Cause I still care about you
And time is long overdue
Now I pray on my knees and I look at the stars
That you would be here laying down in my arms
I pray on my knees for you x2
I know that I cant turn back time
Just to undo all my mistakes
Im not gonna cry for the rest of my days
I will do whatever it takes
Cause I still care about you
And time is long overdue
I pray on my knees
I pray on my knees
For you
Now I pray on my knees and I look at the stars
That you would be here laying down in my arms
I pray on my knees for you x2
song performed by by Lasgo
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Don't Go Down
Her own body outlined in chalk
She had seen
Woke up in shock
She had a dream
Stay with me, baby stay
Don't go down
Don't go down
Stay with me, baby stay
Don't go down
Don't go down
But I knew the sense of worthlessness you have to rise above
I fought him off with my love
Called himself commander-in-chief
And her dad
Her mother called me a thief
Stay with me, baby stay
Don't go down
Don't go down
We can spend eternity
And I said I'll find a better place
Come on and move in with me
And I got her to
And as cracked as the Liberty Bell
She was hard
Snowball in hell
I met a girl
I split the scene
The globe had been spun
And her ghost leaned down to kiss me
With a message from the sun
Don't go down
Don't go down
Stay with me, baby stay
Don't go down
Stay with me, baby stay
Don't go down
Stay with me, baby stay
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Themes of Self Patheticness
Most of their lives they have degraded themselves.
Looked down upon their neighbors.
And desrespected their children...
By offering them a life deplete of discipline.
Today these same people,
Share grief and sorrow!
All claiming to have faith.
These same people pray in their temples...
To come out of them,
With nothing positive to say.
And yet...
With their 'down-to-Earth' outlooks,
Most of their lives they have degraded themselves.
Believing such ignorance,
Would produce floral bouquets from garbage they discard.
And remaining hopeful success would come to be bestowed.
'What about us?
No one seems to care! '
And themes of self patheticness...
Are replayed in a rhetoric that is absent of consciousness!
Or one that connects and comprehends the affects,
Of an ignorance celebrated and devoid of all expectation!
Accepting only that...
Which has been applied and nurtured,
As part of one's culture and understanding kept defended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Symbols Of A Song
The strength of knowledge and manipulation of words are powerful.
The rhythm of music and the sense of sound are controlling.
When these elements are merged, they form a song.
Two extremes in one mind-blasting theme.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
Have you ever tried studying work, hours upon hours;
And forget everything on the day of the exam.
But if you have heard a song at least three times,
You will find that you have memorised almost half of it.
Perhaps if you put your work into song,
It is guaranteed that you will pass any exam.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
A song can tap into your emotions;
It can change your mood to positive or negative.
It can influence the words you say and the choices you make.
There is always a message being carried.
Whether it makes the fullest of understanding,
Or if it makes no sense at all.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
A song can encourage others to sing along or to dance.
It can boost up worship to God.
It can sooth then motivate others to be cheerful.
It can entertain people and draw them to dance.
This is persuaded by commands in a song,
Or just those soothing music vibes makes you want to move.
A song is never to be underestimated.
It is symbolic of many aspects of life.
poem by SarahLee Emilaire
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Let It Go
Ever felt this way
That's okay
Because this day
It too shall pass away
What makes your joy to stray
What makes your heart to say
I want my life to end today
Did your lover ask you to stay
Or ask you to find you way
Don't cry your heart away
This too shall pass someday
What do you need but lack always
Do your desires oft seem to fly away
What aches your heart and numbs your days
Did the ones you love die and turn to clay
Hope is nothing some do say
But I tell you this as I run in rain to play
That whatever happens come what may
Hope is what gives your life its days
Let go of pain, of guilt, of hurt, and yesterday
You'll feel lighter, trust me when I say
When in time your hairs are gray
And you unwrap the beauty of your life in a memory play
Look behind and find this poem and pray
That God blesses the poet who told you this that day
That what is today is not what will be alway.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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More Than This
There must be more than this.
An empty existence whehere everythings amiss.
Senseless violence strikes out with an empty fist.
Holding no useful things, to hate they cling.
Everyone out for number one.
Only caring about themselves.
Never there to help anyone else.
Unless they'll get something in return.
A narssacistic selfishness that deeply burns.
Ever on the world does turn.
There must be more to life than this.
The pursuit of money, this image we kiss.
We worship only this.
The goodness of the world away we've pissed.
There truly must be more than this.
A better life on which we've missed.
Helping eachother through the mist.
Through the fear and pain and vanity lain.
To find their way and make a better day.
There must be more that we can do.
If we don't we're worthless fools.
Bound to lose for what we choose.
It's time we finally paid our dues.
poem by Michael McParland
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Discipline
Spirit needs discipline to ensure
that the mind may draw, may feed
upon itself and not, immature,
waste its potential. Indeed,
premature expression
scythes through empty air
to harvest its own suppression,
leaving none to care.
Egocentricity, its own sinecure,
voids its own vacuum, too nowhere must lead.
(22 May 1992 revised 27 April 2007/for previous version see below)
Discipline
Spirit needs discipline to ensure
that harmony can feed
upon itself and not, immature,
waste its potential. Indeed,
premature expression
scy[t]hes though empty air
to harvest its own suppression,
leaving none to care.
Egocentricity its own[ly] sinecure.
(22 May 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Raising Godly Families
Raising families may be tough, as our times are spiritually rough,
The roads that many take today, can lead youth spiritually astray;
Though times continue to change, God above, remains the same,
So that on The Lord's Revelation, we can have a firm foundation.
The Lord has a design for us, for families following Christ Jesus,
Regarding the families we raise, for The Lord's honor and praise,
Building on the Truths of Christ, we guide children to Eternal Life,
As God's plan moves the family, to a new life with God, eternally.
As we follow our Lord above, our families must be raised in love,
They must become our priority, as we sacrificially love the family,
Sacrificing even our own desire, for a priority much, much higher,
When we provide for the family, they obtain strength and security.
To those who we need to reach, it is necessary to biblically teach,
Godly character and God's Ways, as we lead them in these days,
Leading them in this world of sin, we must teach Godly discipline,
With Godly boundaries in this life, being followers of Jesus Christ,
It is a must we model personally, real Christ likeness to our family,
So that through our life we reveal, a God to them, who is truly real,
While teaching with a caring heart, in hope that they will not depart,
When times fill them with dismay, so, on God's path they will stay.
Fervently, we must always pray, for the family each and every day,
Knowing that we need help from, The Lord, when hard times come;
Finally, through all times it is a must, that in all things we fully trust,
The final outcome of our family, to the Lord, who's over all eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2012)
Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes
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Getting Down and Funky, Staying Low and Earthy
The first time I made attempts,
To be mature and endure those who weren't.
In my neighborhood,
Of aging children.
My attempts did not work.
In fact they provoked those who chose,
To remain irresponsible.
And had not yet been introduced,
To accountability.
Something they accuse others for not doing.
You know.
Those and them,
Who are suppose to care about us.
More than we care for and about ourselves.
Those conversations are still used to convince,
The many loitering around playgrounds.
Seeking to play their familiar games.
Today with age and maturity experienced.
I come into contact with those refusing to make sense.
Those who believe life is a telling of an endless joke.
And laugh at the keeping of their insecurities hidden,
Behind masks that change with fashionable fads.
And I observe their children who are no longer 'kids'.
Many are limited to an ignorance lived.
And they are raising their offspring to disrespect.
As I witness those of us now elders.
Doing our best to break a sweat,
Getting down and funky.
Staying low and Earthy.
As if this is an investment we hand over to a future.
With expectations that a quality of life diminishing,
Will deliver us to a consciousness to grasp overnight.
There's not enough praying on knees that can be done,
To awaken those with nothing but time and lives to waste.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Domingo
We are here
In this holy cave today
To celebrate
The reincarnation
Of domingo de santa clara
The man who convinced us
That there is no lord
For his name is buddha, allah, shiva, jahve [yahweh? ]
Outside our bodies
We are god
cause only we can create the idea
Of his existence in our holy brains
[? ]
[? ]
[? ]
Let us pray to ourselves and our spirits!
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo of santa clara
You made us believe
That you are no phantom
When without
The slightest spot of a thousand nations
You sprayed your blood of domingo
We all know
Domingo of santa clara
Will be born today, tomorrow, and the day after
Billions of times
til the end of the universe
Here with a smile on his face
As the rest of our species watches
The catastrophe
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
song performed by by Yello
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Domingo
We are here
In this holy cave today
To celebrate
The reincarnation
Of domingo de santa clara
The man who convinced us
That there is no lord
For his name is buddha, allah, shiva, jahve [yahweh? ]
Outside our bodies
We are god
cause only we can create the idea
Of his existence in our holy brains
[? ]
[? ]
[? ]
Let us pray to ourselves and our spirits!
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo of santa clara
You made us believe
That you are no phantom
When without
The slightest spot of a thousand nations
You sprayed your blood of domingo
We all know
Domingo of santa clara
Will be born today, tomorrow, and the day after
Billions of times
til the end of the universe
Here with a smile on his face
As the rest of our species watches
The catastrophe
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
Domingo you show me just nothing
Like no one before
song performed by by Yello
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A Black Screen
he hung a screen at
the back of his mind
and prayed to the Divinity
to give him a show
of His world
there was no image,
no sign, nothing, total
silence, just one whte screen
which he could not even
hold up for too long
he prayed again and
asked Divinity again to
show him at least a little
part of his world
no answer, total whiteness
an angel took pity and told him
'well if you want to see something
use a black screen not white'
and he visualised a blackscreen
in the light of his mind
it soon came to life with
a three dimensional darkness
that seemed to breathe with a
consciousness that bewildered him
the darkness grew and grew
with an earnestness so that it
took over the space of his own mind
he found himself submerged
in a boundless consciusness; a
darkness that breathes sacredness,
holiness, boundless knowledge,
and the question: 'why would
you want to know? '
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Celebration Of Sin
Blinded eyes will come victorious
To my infamous rite!
Satan guide their black existence
And the night made them fly!
...feed them!!!
Moon light burns forbidden incense
And makes smell the spell!
Satan shows his evil circle
Where the power cone reborn!
Celebration of SIN!
...praise you!!!
We will laugh around the fire
Raising our sign!
Ancient god of whores and children
Satan set them free!
Celebration of SIN!
...take their blood!!!
...feed them!!!
song performed by by Undercroft
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