Creating A Feeling of Re-Invigoration
When does a commitment end?
As soon as the disconnection is felt.
And the need once kept,
Is flushed away.
Like any movement released...
That leaves a sigh of relief.
And creating a feeling of re-invigoration....
One does not have to be told,
Stimulates!
Restoring once again,
One's regularity that frees...
With a sense of peace.
And mental harmony!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My October Surprise
Finally I am feeling a sense of regularity.
Absolutely nothing like this have I felt in years.
And I do not attribute this to a change of diet.
Although I must confess,
I do...
However,
Feel I have been blessed...
By letting everything that had let upset me,
With a constipating effect...
Go!
And that,
Is My October surprise to myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Teased to Please In Prologue
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
Mental disruptions occuring without a stop.
Minds feed on evil by what's put into the mouth!
Dieting on meats and other chemicals for taste...
Takes away all senses one has,
And replaces them with those of hate.
Or something teased to please in prologue...
As those sit and wait,
For 'professionals' to debate their foolish fates!
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
And yet indoctrinations come to inoculate...
More brainwashing with empty speeches,
From those who pose no opposition,
As long as it is never too late...
To keep a leeching state of mind kept in place!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Total And Complete Comprehension
Wouldn't it be wonderful,
To know something told...
From another you heard to say,
Is not going to be changed...
To be interpreted some other way.
As something else said.
With an established agreement.
And they did not try to convince you,
Of not paying attention.
Wouldn't it be great when you left them,
After having a conversation...
There was no need for you to doubt,
Whether you had from them been given...
A total and complete comprehension.
And a sigh of relief unmentioned is released.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet and Sonata
May sonnet ever match sonata form?
whose opening movement catches restless mind;
whose new and ever-fresh harmonious sound
puts spark in eye and ear, and feet on ground;
then, slower movement, drawing us to still peace,
takes mind within to where all movements cease;
murmuring all that inner nature knows,
restoring to our self its true repose.
Then! final movement, dancing out new joy
in life within to outward present joined,
send us out Creation's messengers
to sing that song our heart in truth enjoys.
Coda, last, or couplet: solemn sum
of all before; that's present; may become.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Running Away Doesn't Free
Deciding to come out of hiding,
To run away...
From what's inside,
Kept still denied.
But then...
Why does one keep believing,
Running from something...
Frees.
Deciding to come out of hiding,
To run away...
From what's inside,
Kept still denied.
But then...
Why does one keep believing,
Running from something...
Frees.
So many do it thinking...
Running from something frees.
And keep a pace believed...
A running from something frees.
To only feel defeated,
By a running with no relief.
So many do it thinking...
Running from something frees.
And keep a pace believed...
A running from something frees.
To only feel defeated,
By a running with no relief.
Deciding to come out of hiding,
To run away...
From what's inside,
Kept still denied.
But then...
Why does one keep believing,
Running from something...
Frees.
So many do it thinking...
Running from something frees.
And keep a pace believed...
A running from something frees.
To only feel defeated,
By a running with no relief.
So many do it thinking...
Running from something frees.
And keep a pace believed...
A running from something frees.
To only feel defeated,
By a running with no relief.
It's hard to stop it but...
A running away doesn't free.
Those who have stop it know...
A running away doesn't free.
Believe or not...
Whatever isn't dropped,
Will continue to come knocking.
Oh....
A running away doesn't free.
Those who have stop it know...
A running away doesn't free.
Believe or not...
Whatever isn't dropped,
Will continue to come knocking.
Oh....
A running away doesn't free.
No. No. No...
A running away doesn't free.
There is no doubt about it...
Running away doesn't free.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Frees
Truth frees!
Like a struggle from a cocoon,
To be butterflied!
To soar with beauty,
In Sun drenched skies.
Truth frees!
And that is seen from once closed eyes.
Freed from a consciousness known to exist,
In limitations condoned...
To magnetize those heartaches.
With fears and pains,
Shared to groan and felt to moan.
Truth frees!
A mind disconnected,
From disrespect and neglect.
To reflect upon rejection,
As tests to produce one's best.
With a satisfaction,
That brings one a peace of mind...
Now one can confess,
Brings one more rest.
Truth frees those who can accept,
Those lessons learned.
And on them can self examine,
A success that has progressed...
From low depths to heights now flown!
Truth frees,
A happiness trapped...
In doubts now lived,
Without comparing sorrows.
As if this is a gift to give!
'Are you a christian, democrat?
Independent or conservative?
Are you liberal or right wing?
Are you a socialist, capitalist...
Or a nonconformist?
With misfit mutterings?
Are you a nationalist,
With a patriotic point of view?
Are you racially inclined?
Exactly...
What are you? '
Truth frees!
Like a struggle from a cocoon,
To be butterflied!
To soar with beauty,
In Sun drenched skies.
Truth frees!
And that is seen from once closed eyes.
Freed from a consciousness known to exist,
In limitations condoned...
To magnetize those heartaches.
With fears and pains,
Shared to groan and felt to moan.
Truth frees!
'I see!
You're just another irrational radical.
Attempting to bring attention to yourself.'
Truth frees!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's All I've Got
I wish you the best.
Nothing more or less,
Than a feeling of satisfaction
Can deliver.
Offering you a sense of accomplishment,
That leaves you sighing with relief.
A pride you acknowledge yourself is success.
That's all I've got to wish for you.
Anything else that may come along attached...
Enjoy it for what it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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2010
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
Excuses fade away.
Satisfactions come to stay.
Burdens lift to minimize fear.
Or those perceptions once endeared.
To Leave many freed of sought attachments.
And a connection pursued that romances life!
That feels so right and deep with meaning.
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
Many will seek as pure happiness.
Others will not know this gift for what it is!
Accustomed to clinging to duets,
In disharmony.
2010 achieves a sense of freedom within.
A spirituality arrives.
Having little to do with perceptions of religion.
Twenty ten introduces a seduction,
Infused with a sigh of relief.
And an expanded consciousness accepted...
No one can debate or bait to deceive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suspicious Of Others With An Opinion
You know...?
How can I say this?
'Just say it.
Get it out of the way.'
You wont be offended?
'I can't promise that.
But at least what you say,
Is out of the way.
And you can sigh with relief.'
You know...?
Your conversations of late,
Are making to me less sense.
'Whew.
You had me frightened for a moment.
I thought you were beginning to comprehend,
My motives not to be understood.'
But...
Shouldn't you be wishing to be understood?
With my paying of attention?
'Are you kidding?
And have you believe I am intelligent?
Do you know what a threat that could present,
To those already suspicious of others with an opinion.
No!
Trust me.
The more you believe I am crazy...
And you tell others that.
The more I can enjoy my peace of mind.'
Huh?
'I have more loose and mixed nuts in my head,
Than a holiday fruit cake.'
Oh.
Well...
I could have told you that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With All That Is Given
To be released from a bondage,
With an ability to 'see'...
Is a blessing The Creator gives,
That frees one's mind to perceive...
Unlimited possibilities.
There's not a species of life,
Like that of another.
And even with bestowed similarities...
Each has its uniqueness,
With a specific identity.
And it seems that human beings,
With 'our' intelligence...
Subject ourselves,
To a stagnating ignorance.
And conform we do to deceptions too!
To be released from a bondage,
With an ability to 'see'...
Is a blessing The Creator gives,
That frees one's mind to perceive...
Unlimited possibilities.
And 'some' with all that is given...
Get stuck in a mindset,
That corrupts the progess of a process...
With a belief they can make it stay,
As if mankind has the power to be obeyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Haunts Of Ancient Peace
Beside the garden walls,
We walk in haunts of ancient peace.
At night we rest and go to sleep
In haunts of ancient peace.
The love and light we seek,
The words we do not need to speak,
Here in this wondrous way we keep
These haunts of ancient peace.
Let us go there again
When we need some relief
Oh, when I cant find my feet
When I need rest and sleep.
The sunday bells they chime
Around the countryside and towns
A song of harmony and rhyme
In haunts of ancient peace.
The holy grail we seek
On down by haunts of ancient peace.
We see the new jerusalem
In haunts of ancient peace.
Oh, when I cant find my feet
Oh, when I need some relief
One more time again.
You know I want to go there one more time again.
Be still in haunts of ancient peace.
(be still)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Listen To The Rain
As the leaves swayed by the wind hands
My feeling strongly catch secret sense
There was something in the wind
Calling for the rain...to fall
Wonderful sky with colors change
Sometimes cloudy with pain
Drain all in tearful rain
But now listen...
Listen to the rain
do you listen to the rain?
it tells a story...
'When u meet a friend
Appreciate them, love them
Like me love to earth...
We are far apart but
We remember each other
Either in joy or hard
We remain together'
The last drop
The rain stopped,
There was a rainbow drawn
Proudly high in the blue sky
Expressing a nice feeling
Defined by the rain and earth
Of the true friendship
Everytime the wind kiss on my face
It reminds me to the rain
Evertime the wind touching my hair
Feeling lucky budding in my vein
This is just a nice feeling
Possibly the same way
like earth and rain felt
and this is...
this is because of u my friend
We did creating our own rainbow
Forever drawn in our hearts
cant be seen but can be felt
Safe in our red heart
'when u meet a friend
appreciate them, love them
like me love to earth...
we are far apart but
we remember each other'
...a true word from rain
This memory will remain
poem by Unwritten Soul
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All Live In Peace And Harmony
As the world goes spinning round
And enerything seems upside down
There isn't any organisation any more
Is nothing everlasting, must we live for just today
Can no-one find the answer, to help in any way
It's just a mixture of joy and sorrow
Of laughter, and of tears
Do we just dream about tomorrow
And about the future years
But the world would be a better place to live in
If everybody just made up their minds
Then we could all live in peace and harmony again
Yes we should all live in peace, and harmony again
Why can't we all live in peace, and harmony again
We should all live in peace, and harmony
poem by Vance Freeman
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Let it go
Let it go
Let it go…gently
For gentle was love
Let go of that love
That does not return to you
It’s a leaf broken off a tree
There is no ointment that can heal that wound
Weep to peace.
Gently let it go with a sigh
Wishing for relief that comes with it
To come soon.
Let it go
It may needs to be some where else
To some one else it may belong
Let it go…
Love is nothing but the happiness of the beloved
It’s not a bird to be caged,
Not a thing to be possessed.
Gently whisper it luck and let it go like a sigh
Wishing for relief to come soon.
Shakil Haider
poem by Shakil Haider
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Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
song performed by by Ramones
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Every Illusion Is Catered
Trapped and confined.
With unbalanced queasy feelings...
Felt in these times out of alignment.
And trying too hard to fit in we do!
Is this the fate one chooses to keep?
Are people too amazed,
By the speed of it increased?
As many pursue youth...
With a refusal of aging to beat!
Every illusion is catered,
But peace.
Every illusion is rated,
But peace.
On knees or on one's feet,
No peace is peeled then eaten.
It's fed and felt from the heart,
And then released.
Like a soothing breeze of air to breathe.
Every illusion is catered,
But peace.
Every illusion is rated,
But peace.
On knees or on one's feet,
No peace is peeled then eaten.
It's fed and felt from the heart,
And then released.
Like a soothing breeze of air to breathe.
Trapped and confined.
With unbalanced queasy feelings...
Felt in these times out of alignment.
And trying too hard to fit in we do!
Is this the fate one chooses to keep?
Are people too amazed,
By the speed of it increased?
As many pursue youth...
With a refusal of aging to beat!
Every illusion is catered,
But peace.
Every illusion is rated,
But peace.
On knees or on one's feet,
No peace is peeled then eaten.
It's fed and felt from the heart,
And then released.
Like a soothing breeze of air to breathe.
Every illusion is catered,
But peace.
Every illusion is rated,
But peace.
On knees or on one's feet,
No peace is peeled then eaten.
It's fed and felt from the heart,
And then released.
Like a soothing breeze of air to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since I Have Felt The Sense Of Death
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
And death forever at my side—
Oh, how the world has opened wide
Since I have felt the sense of death!
My hours are jewels that I spend,
For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have looked on that black night—
My inmost brain is fierce with light
Since I have felt the sense of death.
O dark, that made my eyes to see!
O death, that gave my life to me!
poem by Helen Hoyt
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The methods of peace propaganda which aim at establishing peace doctrine by argument and by creating a feeling favorable to peace in general seem to fall short of reaching the springs of human action and of dealing with the causes of the conduct which they seek to modify.
quote by Elihu Root
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My Consolation
'Nay; I don't need a hearing aid'
I told Mama-in-law;
'For if I had I'd be afraid
Of your eternal jaw;
Although at me you often shout,
I'm undisturbed;
To tell the truth I can't make out
A single word.'
And it's the same with others who
Attempt to gab at me;
I listen to their point of view
And solemnly agree.
To story stale and silly joke
Stone deaf's my ear;
Each day a dozen stupid folk
I fail to hear.
So silence that should be my grief
Is my escape and shield;
From spiteful speech and base relief
My aural sense is sealed.
And in my cosy cot of peace
I close the door.
Praising the gods for rich relief
From fool and bore.
poem by Robert William Service
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The peace movement is a great force for peace. Some of the world's most quarrelsome people act out their aggressions through the peace movement.
quote by John McCarthy
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