Coming To Stick The Wicked With It
Each dismissal made,
Done in disrespect.
No matter how large or small,
Will someday be regretted.
There is a consciousness practiced,
Whether comprehended or not.
That is valued as part,
Of this Oneness that we are.
There are those who believe,
Others with feelings are less than theirs.
And what they say and do...
Just a few are aware.
But so untrue is this.
So false are these thoughts they have.
Pain felt inflicted is taken personal.
And those emotions dispensed...
Are connected to The Almighty.
And Supreme is this Creator.
Who controls and rules.
Determining 'all' final judgements.
With an impatience awaiting mindless fools.
Descending from the eternal foreverness.
And coming to stick the wicked with it!
The wicked ones addicted to their antics.
From all sides.
And on all shores...
Will this 'Presence' make 'Its' presence known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Divine
Not of this world entirely.
Heaven sent, you are my diety.
Lived through all the romance sadly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, I will be divine.
I wear the spell you put on me.
Like a charm no one else can see.
Keeps away the wicked badly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
And when I thought my fire finally died, I felt your spell, tight as ever, tied.
No one is above the rituals of love.
Temptation calls and the stars fall from the blue.
There is no limitation except for me and you.
Lived through all the romance sadly meant for me.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
All I need is a sign.
Make your presence known to mine.
Come to me, and I will be divine.
song performed by by Blondie
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Something Wicked
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat
song performed by by Tupac from 2Pacalypse Now
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A Muzzle
Keep a muzzle on your mouth while the wicked is in your presence,
For the Book of True-Love is never known to them;
And try to sow beside all waters to gain your future.
The sun has tanned me but i am here with my words,
So tell me if you, love me and i will care for you;
Because there is no darkness in the wilderness of your fruitful love!
Life is like everyone with his or her mate,
And with broad rivers and streams everywhere!
But keep a muzzle on your mouth while the wicked is in your presence,
For there is no love in their hearts!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I'm A Wicked One
They say it's off the record gotta keep it clean.
Can't be too abusive can't be too odscene.
But he's got a plan to build a future he's been putting it off for way too long.
Another safety pin through his cheek
and he's three chords short of a punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
He's a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way.
Can't be all taht happy can't be all that gay.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
They say get off the stage they say get outta here.
Can't be all that punkrock can't be all that queer.
He'll make them wish they never knew him he'll make them pay for being wrong.
But he doesn't really know how to do that.
So we'll give him three chords to his punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'M A WICKED ONE.
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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I Am A Wicked Child
Mother mary come to me
Cause I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
but I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart
Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette
Send baby Jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light
lyrics from 24-03-2000 webcast:
I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
broke your heartwicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
because I am a wicked child
and I deserve to go to hell
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child & I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a..
song performed by by Radiohead
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Plan of Creation
Life's terms, life's rules.
Rules made up by life,
But not the creator of life.
Life tries to challenge the rules of the creator.
It tries to change the rules of the creator.
But the creator can never be changed.
Nor can His rules.
He should never be challenged.
His wisdom and knowledge is the design.
For I am not the designer.
I am merely a part of the plan.
Of the overall design.
A beautiful creation, by a beautiful creator.
My mind is my cage, my box.
To live outside the box is to be truly free.
The creator's creation is creative.
But I am only a piece of the puzzle.
A puzzle is many pieces, that creates a big picture.
For I am not the big picture,
I am merely just a part of it.
I am not the beginning.
I am not the end.
I am just something in between.
I am stuck in the middle.
And there is no place I would rather be.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Lion's den
If you are staying
With a wicked man
If you are living
With a wicked man
If you are making
Friendship with wicked man
Be sure you are walking
In to the lion's den.
Wicked man is dangerous
Wicked man is more
Dangerous than a snake
Wicked man is more poisonous
Than a cobra the most
Poisonous snake of the world
You may survive from snake bite
But you can not survive from
The clutches of a wicked man
You will die in his den.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Feelings Felt Deep And Personally
Some are still awaiting,
For an approval of their thoughtlessness.
With a comprehension understood and accepted,
As to reason.
While a guilt from them fades.
Having a consciousness presents its consequences.
There is a possibility of one escaping from mistakes made.
But intentional activities done,
Believing one to be freed from feelings of remorse...
Do not come quickly with hollow apologies.
Feelings felt deep and personally...
Often do not detach themselves from memories!
And someone consistent in showing their disrespect...
Are seldom seen walking in someone else's shoes.
Some feel it easy to excuse themselves from their misdeeds.
Until it has been made known whose toes they have stepped upon.
And only then they perceive this to be,
An oversight and a forgiveable issue to be forgotten.
Like the act of ruining one's reputation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Shows
Misleading others to believe,
Things that are not true.
Will never create a healing wished.
No matter what is done,
By those who do things like this,
When they do!
A lie is a lie.
No matter how small or tall!
An integrity of someone is involved.
And of course...
God knows the truth involved in it all.
And guilt self inflicted,
Isn't easy to hide inside those wicked.
It shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brilliance
Brilliance.
Some are told they have this,
When identified they may be different.
And then the pressure becomes theirs,
To make others believe and also be aware...
Of brilliance in their presence.
To stare but gone unshared.
Brilliance.
Some are told they have this,
When identified they may be different.
And then the pressure becomes theirs,
To make others believe and also be aware...
Of brilliance in their presence.
To stare but gone unshared.
'Please.
You have me subdued and I am not use to that.
Who are you someone new with no rules attached?
Is there someone here that can remove this person,
Out of my light?
Come show them their dimming significance,
Is not as brilliant as mine and what they do is not alright.
Not in my light!
Please.
You have me subdued and I am not use to that.
Who are you someone new with no rules attached? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Simple grace
I felt as if she is near by and around
Still not seen and could not be found
Touches me gently when I go round
Sweet presence felt when feet placed firmly on ground
Icy winds pierce through in wool
Nice feelings and mind stays very cool
Reminds of her sweet company and presence
As love to me is matter of pride and essence
Nothing detracts me when I sit and think
Eyes stare for moment but not offer a wink
Gradually it shuts down and starts to sink
When come back to sense and freshly rethink
She has made great impact on my mind
Thousands of attempt made but couldn't find
She is not beautiful figure but simple entity
Can be felt but not seen even if she is in near vicinity?
Such is her noble gesture and grace
Sincere try but no where to trace
I am for her but not in the race
But fresh blood rush and visibly seen on face
Is she prevalent in small particles of air?
In distinguished fire, dim light, bright ray or flair
I feel warmth in her fingers when moving in curly hair
Inner soul sometimes cautions me it is not only fair but rare
Why her presence around creates puzzles?
I feel very good in rain when it drizzles
Everywhere she can be felt with little ease
Memory strikes continuously and not even cease
I must acknowledge it with full sincerity
May be it is eternal love with simple continuity?
You may not find her with me in full day light
She is always there with elegance and delight
She may continue to live as long as I am present
It is not necessary to have and seek her consent
I may try my level best to adore and glorify
Change the approach and with ways to modify
She may prefer to stay calm with posture
May make life happy in the future
Always to rescue with feelings to nurture
Nothing to avail but always to offer
Thousands of words in her praise may be less
She is always there to pacify and remove stress
It is here eternal beauty which keeps me at ease
She has all charms for me to attract and release
Women are generally kind and very tolerant
They remain very pleasant with quality inherent
It is their powerful weapon and very essential
To prove its worth with element so substantial
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Eternal Duel
Nectar, I feel better, ambrosia, a place of quiet,
there is secret delight in the eye of the storm I’m
aware the dream is going on, you bow, I curtsy,
you smile, I laugh, we make another turn in the
eternal duel of retreat and advance, what a lovely
play, how wonderful a loving presence, how right
this moment frozen in time, transparent edges of
of crystallized glass, eternal blossoms forever on
the brink of full-blown blooms, how can I complain
when such sweet moments take away pain and
suddenly I am riding the stream of your thoughts?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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A Farewell To Idiots
Come on, come on
Join the party
Mingle with our fools
A farewell to your bloody rules.
Colourful dressings and settings
Personal emotions and conflicts
Smiles and cries
We miss you, please forget us.
Calling for a presence of masters
Insulting them before some idiots
Bloody minds and capabilities
Fit for nothing, nothing in reality.
Sweet hearts miss you all
A farewell to you all
Out of all from idiots
We respect you with heart.
Deadly talks in walks
Greeting and wishes on surface
Curse and slaps in depth
We know you are ready to fight.
We miss you one and all
Name sake our love and all
Its a farewell to you fools
We mean farewell to idiots
Get lost and we begg
Never come back.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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To Heal From A Slow Mending To Grow
If something once strongly felt,
Is no longer there...
Existing to feel naturally,
Even the presence of a hypnotist...
Masquerading as a magician,
Will not be able to restore those natural feelings.
Not to be felt when back at a time remembered,
Those feelings from one's heart were freely given.
When those feelings felt begin to leave,
They do not return to make a reappearance.
Anyone who has experienced this emotionally...
To heal from a slow mending to grow,
Up...
To forgive and forget,
Knows....
Once something is felt to leave, it goes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Age Comes A Bravery
The mind.
The body.
And every muscle,
Connected...
To patience long neglected,
By a show of disrespect.
Becomes strengthened with discipline,
That shows and goes into effect.
Stretching beyond pain felt that aches,
Will eventually elevate a foot to lift...
With a determination to hit a mark,
Directly embraced,
By an awaiting targeted placed...
One desires to hit with an unsuspecting,
Swiftness of it.
'Owwww...
Why did you do that? '
With age comes a bravery,
I guess!
Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
'That doesn't make sense! '
Oh?
You don't know how much it does!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Much Does This Become a Factor
To be branded different,
Eventually motivates...
The one made aware of it.
The one feeling misfit...
And out of place.
The one labelled with indignities,
By others.
Taunting!
To initiate feelings of being disgraced.
Those discovered unmotivated...
And dispersing their own brand,
Of collective mental punishment.
Unsolicited yet promoted!
Unless they are in agreement,
Someone they perceive beneath them...
Who has achieved success,
Merits a cold shoulder...
To express and show,
Their disapproval.
With ignorance intact!
And this act done...
Comes complete,
With unattractive verbal attacks.
Sweetened to release their insecurities.
To satisfy a self importance,
They hope is noticed!
With an exposed devotion.
And...
It is!
Some sick notion practiced.
And...
It is!
Very much a factor,
In determining their lack of consciousness.
Possessed as if sought after.
To keep and defend against,
Those minding their business.
Those unaffected by this.
And indifferent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad, Wicked World
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
They are about dressed to deceive
Conquistadores that have been sent
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
A man too long without sleep
He took a wrong turn and people just laughed
A ship that is not there
But he knows that it was
It made a light and a buzz
Hes really hurt because
People dont care
People think hes a creep
He will not stop, he keeps on talking
Just a tie and a suit
Hes a lonely persuader
Fist-throwing crusader
Against invaders
Wont be mute
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
They are about dressed to deceive
Conquistadores that have been sent
About once a week
Another story has leakes and hes on it
Just a suit and a tie
Will it ever end?
He hasnt got a friend
Pinkies that wont bend
He really must try
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
song performed by by Frank Black
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Meeting eye to eye
i have to agree i am still in the
process of being made
yet to be fullyfunctional
i hardly know myself
the good news is i have
started to recognise
a little of you as you are
all hands, thoughts
spirits over me
i feel you in my dreams
in my waking state
and quite aware
you make things
happen a coincidence
one time too often
are you excited?
this creature is
starting to respond
to get to know what's around
despite the darkness
that surrounds him as to
his own significance
in the chain of creation?
I will keep what little
part that is now me
open to the next step
of your creation
does it excite?
does it make me
fly through the sky?
does it make me
round like planet in space?
in a perpetual state
of meditation?
i will pray, pray, pray with
all the consciousness
that i possess to
get to the heart of myself
so that i could respond
with all of myself
pull myself together
when we are to meet
eye to eye
yes, i know i am
still being made
thanks for inspiring
me to meditate on you
thanks for teaching me this:
know yourself, know your creator
i know i am still
being made
three quarters made
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Kept In the Presence
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
You do not have to feel,
What you give is not observed.
Everything you do has meaning.
And attention given,
You deserve.
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
Someone who feels,
You to be equally appealing.
Someone who sees you,
And bestows the highest priority.
You need not worry about that cart you push,
Filled with cans.
Those storage plastic bags you drag.
Is a testimony!
Do not ever let that make you sad!
You need not concern yourself,
About your disheveled looks.
It's already known...
Your best is at your command.
And the strength you have...
You did not get from books.
But it is there and it is felt...
In the friendship that is there,
By the firmness grasped...
Upon shaking your hand.
So without judgement passed.
A 'divinity' you have.
And it is yours to last!
This 'divinity of ministry'
Is yours to last.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fools
Although it’s God above who rules, the world’s filled with many fools,
Saying, there is no God at all, from minds that tend to be quite small.
Just how is this mindset wrought, and who prods the empty thought?
Thoughts that lead to darker behavior, isn’t prompted by their Creator.
It’s another god blinding those eyes, of many men thought to be wise,
It’s the god of this world, who blinds, not simply eyes, but also minds,
The dark prince and power of the air, swaying many minds not to care,
About the Lord or their destination, while he maligns God’s Revelation.
Satan has a darker power to deceive, influencing many, not to believe,
In the God above or in a Creator, thus, they have no need for a Savior.
And so, they scoff at you and me, believing not, in Heaven or Eternity,
Believing instead to embrace the lie, fools are believers, like you and I.
This pits all of God’s true believers, against all of the devil’s deceivers,
Multitudes who do not even realize, they are used by that father of lies,
One who knows there is a God, as he convinces many with an evil nod,
That there is no such One as Him, as Satan guides them in a life of sin.
As all marked as fools, by the world, believe the Truth, that they herald,
And while upon this darkened earth, they receive from God a new birth,
A spiritual birth, unto eternal life, through Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,
Unlike fools, who reject The Truth, to receive from God eternal reproof.
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