Definitions
Things began to define them.
Giving them reason and a purpose to live.
Living without things teased...
They felt an emptiness within.
With a shallowness they would defend,
With pretention.
And an awareness of self...
A depth did not know.
They did not grow to love themselves...
If they could not purchase things to define them.
And definitions of who they were...
Had to have style and be flaunted,
To identify themselves with cliques of importance.
And...
Where they had been and where they are going,
Depend on things obtained to impress.
And not the lack of substance...
No one has that to qualify,
To ensure that can be addressed or expressed
With comprehension understood and digested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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White Out
The things I said,
Whether written or not...
But expressed from my heart.
And you received.
Not to believe the depth,
Of my love felt for you.
I wish right now I could white out!
Erase and/or replace,
My committed devotion.
Since you would never come to know,
What it took to expose myself.
You would never come to know,
That kind of love...
You keep hidden inside.
You have too much pride.
And I...
Well,
I am seeking chemistry!
Not just sex.
I have much more than that to offer!
The things I said,
Whether written or not...
But expressed from my heart.
And you received.
Not to believe the depth,
Of my love felt for you.
I wish right now I could white out!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conceit
Conceit,
And the explicit unconsciousness of it.
Is not noticed by those seeking adulation.
They are on the scene,
To ensure others are aware of their presence.
And if a bullhorn used is not effective...
Methods to gain attention by insults expressed,
Is the only way they can leave long lasting impressions.
Even though nothing else is left addressed.
Like something valued with substance to profess.
But nothing from their lips,
Probes below a shallowness to expose that kind of 'depth'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Emptiness Collected (Things)
Things,
People pray for.
Things,
People have.
Things,
All around the people.
And things they have make them sad.
Things,
They ask of God to give.
Things,
They get don't please.
And when they realize it's not things they need...
That touch that is desired and wanted,
Has come to leave...
Them!
With their things!
And a generous offering,
Felt...
Of an emptiness collected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Define Your Life’s Purpose
life is for doing
life is for living
life is for giving
life is also for giving
ah but what will you give...
what will be your mark definitive
to define your life’s meaning...
to define your life’s purpose...
to define ultimate essence of your soul
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Trinket Whipped Ways
None felt alive,
Unless something deemed of value
Adorned and flaunted their 'emptiness'.
Trinket whipped,
Are they who feel empty without...
A bauble, bangle or bead...
Dripping in diamonds or gold to flash about.
Trinket whipped to show a status diminishing...
As people awaken to what life really means.
For those who seek to be contented,
Free of disappointments,
And attention deliberately sought...
But not given in return,
To balance the price one pays and yearns for it.
Less fat makes one feel a release from traps.
Having less does not mean abundance has left.
A true quality of life accepts less attachments,
Allowing one to breathe.
And feeling free...
From things others define as 'good'!
For life to be gratifying as it satisfies...
A glimmer glistening and noticed!
The jokes people play on themselves.
And nothing is like enjoying life...
Away from those who identify themselves,
By the depth of their trinket whipped ways.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave It All Behind
Here we go
Closer to the end
Let me know
Ill be your only friend
Things you thought you understood
Are all the things I lack
So sorry
And Id leave it all behind
With no regard for what Ill find
In time youll see
That you cant breathe without me
Life and times go by
Well I know nothing is ok
Will it show if I try to numb the pain?
Things you thought you understood
Are all the things Im not
So sorry and so afraid
song performed by by Oleander
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Objectified
All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Clouds of gray spoil the light of the skies
The ocean must fall in order to rise
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
I knew I was doomed when you first said, “Hi.”
Two ships in the night, we were bound to collide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Four months can pass in the blink of an eye
We lose ourselves without having to try
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
The simplest words become hard to define
You can’t see the truth when you cover your eyes
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Your pay the price to take this ride
Slowly, you find that you’re living a lie
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Pictures of us will fade over time
We become strangers in a world so wide
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
You’ll keep on searching for what you won’t find
You’ll lose your faith while I lose my mind
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
All beautiful things meet their demise
Sometimes your morals get left behind
It will be too late when you realize
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
poem by Vaida Marea
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Do And Be You
Going through the motions,
As if programmed to impress...
With nothing left but an emptiness,
Only a felt loneliness can address...
Is less than living one's life,
Confessing a happiness lived.
Do what is loved.
Do what is liked.
Do and be you!
Sleep nights.
And have no regrets,
Of having to stretch that last dollar.
Think about it.
There are those wishing they had peace of mind.
And they have surrounded themselves with things.
With the hope that these 'things' will bring them,
A feeling of a sense of accomplishment!
And nothing done reflects anything that came,
From their own creativity to express.
And things will never bring one contentment.
Only a documentation to prove time spent,
Doing something for someone else paid the rent.
Do what is loved.
Do what is liked.
Do and be you!
Sleep nights.
And have no regrets,
Of having to stretch that last dollar.
Your worth is invaluable.
And if that is known...
Your abundance will always be obtained.
Since priceless is your presence.
And someone is always going to want...
Something deemed and thought of as precious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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Just To Be On The Surface
Some do their 'ooohhhs and aaahhhs'
Over the appearance of things.
With a caring less of content.
If it should impress physically...
Mentally, that is all for some,
That needs to be addressed.
Many live just to be on the surface.
To shop and dress and look their best.
With little or no depth at all to express.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Physicality Of Things
Living to identify and adjust,
To the physicality of things...
Loses one an opportunity to gain any wisdom,
From the spiritual side of life.
One into 'things' and the implied importance,
This emptiness brings...
Satisfies a perception,
That what one has equates one's worth.
Sad is the mind stuck on Earth like that.
Unconscious of all the traps that attract.
And imprisoned,
By a lack of time...
To adventure all that Mother Nature offers.
And,
It is an unfortunate observation to witness this...
But,
Those impressed by appearances and 'bling'...
Would have to be struck by lightening,
To appreciate the benefits the gift of life has to offer.
There are very few people,
Not limited in their minds...
Who can honestly say today,
They have no biases of any kind.
Very, very few can say that,
And keep an eye contact going on.
People are not yet that honest with themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our scientific age demands that we provide definitions, measurements, and statistics in order to be taken seriously. Yet most of the important things in life cannot be precisely defined or measured. Can we define or measure love, beauty, friendship, or decency, for example?
quote by Dennis Prager
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People You Knew
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those reasons you can let off steam.
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those things you keep and do not need.
Let me remind you,
Things don't define you.
Leave them behind you...
All those things you should let go.
All those things that bring sorrow.
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those reasons you can let off steam.
Don't keep it bottled up...
All those things you keep and do not need.
Let me remind you,
Things don't define you.
Leave them behind you...
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
All those things you should let go.
All those things that bring sorrow.
All those things that could explode,
To bruise...
Those people you once loved but lose!
Those people you knew you made fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dawn
Do you know what it's like to feel dead at dawn?
To have slept sleep fragmented and feel battered and torn?
Do you know what its like to feel cast aside?
To feel that you're nothing, no arms open wide?
Do you know how that emptiness feels?
When your own weird imaginings become more than dreams?
Do you know that weird feeling of what's going on?
When all seems a nonsense and reality's gone?
Do you know how rejection hits sharp at the heart?
And makes you feel worthless and not know where to start?
Do you think of the other or just of yourself?
When things get so painful and you're out of your depth?
Do you ever once ponder on just how I feel?
Or do you once think that my feelings are real?
Or do you define things in a different way
And just wish that those things would all go away?
Here we agree more than you'd know
These feelings I have I just wish they would go
But wish as I may it's not worth the thought
They stay there, they haunt me and torture and taunt
But, then, as you say, its my problem not yours
So, all I can do is not enter the door
That once had a welcome and feelings inside
And so it is now that we have to decide
If we should move forwards or give it all up
It's so simple you see when enough is enough.
.
poem by David Keig
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Define insanity, define me
'A spectrum of behaviours characterised by
certain abnormal mental or behavioural patterns
that may manifest as violation of societal norms
including becoming a danger to themselves and others or
nowadays denoting mental instability'
Hey! wiki define abnormal, because I don't understand
Tell me who decides societal norms, cause I didn't contribute to them
Let me be dangerous, let me be myself
The stability of whom should I look at?
Define love, define pain, define sufferance
define mercy, define justice, define tolerance
define passion, define sex, define complexity
define insanity, please define me
Take me out of this dream, I can't catch the reality
lead me through this wet fog, guide me home
all my senses are enhanced when
I'm abandoned to your memory
Borderline attitude of being nervous, occasionally anguished
a stormy spirit supposedly calm, a balance quite disturbed
people are arrogant with strange guys
people are scared about non-linear minds
are you among them?
Define love, define pain, define sufferance
define mercy, define justice, define tolerance
define passion, define sex, define complexity
define insanity, please define me
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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Mirror mirror…
A mirror reflects all but lies.
Reflects the things
Everyone denies.
Reflects the way
You shaped yourself.
Reflects the things
Complex, simple, hidden and obvious.
Reflects the things
We have done in our lives.
Reflects the things
We don’t want to see.
But it has never reflected
Me.
In darkness and alone
I sit at the edge
Of icy cold black water.
Mirror mirror…
I sit their staring at no reflection
Thinking of the things I am,
Daughter, student, sister, lover.
But it does not define to me who I am.
I see all the things
I don’t want to see.
Perhaps than there is no “me”?
I do not exist in my reflections.
I can not find me in those titles.
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps then it is fact
Am I nothing more but that?
So should I satisfy with the things I see?
Is life’s lesson then that you should “just be”?
Is there nothing more then the endless time passing?
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps it is why it is never said
That a mirror holds an answer.
poem by Zarina Binda
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Another Hit For That Fix
When did the living of life,
Become the sole purpose...
To acquire things?
With a desiring that hypnotizes.
When was it that a stress accepted,
To impress others...
Leave such a disappointing affect,
That left our attachments addressed...
More valued than human beings neglected?
And who was it that decided what we possessed,
Would be taxed to never own?
To deluded ourselves and others shown.
As we condone those brave who fought our wars,
On foreign shores...
To needlessly sit hungry and homeless,
Upon city streets and curbs.
As if deserving of it to ease our nerves.
What ignorance qualified itself like this?
To become for us prioritized and not resist.
And to demand with expectations,
A picking of our own choice of entitlements.
With a decision to place insanity,
At the top of our wish list to ensure its existence.
When did the living of life,
Become the sole purpose...
To acquire things?
With a desiring.
That leaves us hypocrites hypnotized.
To feel we have rights to judge and criticize.
And today with a worship of it we can not rid.
Like addicts we pray to get another 'hit' for that 'fix'...
To satisfy that high we get.
With a numbness prescribed and legally authorized,
As we are fed our dysfunctional way of life is envied...
By those we are taught seek to take away our greatness.
And that's why they do their best to fight against us,
As we select which ones are our enemies living on their land.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cosmic Estuary...by Talile Ali
here goes.
ever since i discovered
that all that we were was living an illusion,
i have wanted to know the where and why of it.
thru investigation,
i have discovered a great deal, all of which
seems to confirm the illusion and
the reasons why we need to perpetuate it.
there are a lot of things going on in our
perpetuating this illusion
of the lives that
we have ourselves to commit
we are social animals.
being so, we need to address
the two major drives we all have
to exist
we have want and needs.
in order to want to survive.
we have wants and needs
in order to want to live
These two drives
Created this illusion
of our lives
And how we perceive ourselves within it
we have defined ourselves as being divine
different from other animals.
this is the beginning of our
delusion, being humans.
we needed to define ourselves as a distinctive being
in order to want to go far
are we the only animal who have illusions
about who and what they are?
all living things need to believe in
who and what they are as art
if thing's do not have a motive to exist,
they ceases to be real in their heart's.
THAT IS WHY FAITH IS SO IMPORTANT.
in our situation,
we have created this fantical mythos
so grand that it allowed us
to live long in such ghost's.
In the instance of the other species,
their mythos is exactly what it needs to be
in order for them to perform
the functions we so desperately need
thats right,
we need all things
to want to survive
in order for us to want to be alive.
that is the power of faith
in all living things.
from the tiniest atom to the grandest of universes,
there is this purpose to be well.
to be well.
it is in our desire
to be well
that all things may flow.
from plants to human
to atoms to microbes,
being well is the function
we all know.
but since all things have
something known as free choice,
we have consequences that are so cold and true
disaster is often the result of listening to those voices
we chose to put caustic materials
in or bodies for consumption at times
the result is we end up diseased up
from trying to metabolize things we can't even describe
If this is true for us known beings and all that we know
is it also true for the cosmos which also ebbs and flows?
poem by Talile Ali
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The Joy of Giving (Opinion)
THE JOY OF GIVING
Joy is a much sought after emotion welcomed and cherished by us all. We are joyful when incidents liked by us take place and incidents disliked by us do not take place. And that, persons near and dear to us, and their expression of love and affection, cause joy to us. We feel that joy causing things are outside us in this physical world. This is all a perception of joy.
Spirituality says joy is inherent in us and is our nature; rather we are the form and personification of joy. And joy and cheerfulness are our natural states of mind. Whenever pleasant things happen to us or unpleasant things do not happen, we are joyful, because then we are our Self, released of our ego.
But most of the times we expect others or things outside in the physical world to cause joy to us. Thus we are dependent on outside things and persons for joy to be experienced; and are joyless when such things do not happen. The real joy lies in our giving joy to our near and dear.
If we know that what all we are giving our near and dear is actually we are giving ourselves, we will just do that to be joyful.
In Narada Bhakti Sutras this aspect is very well expressed and highlighted.
The sutra is; “tat sukha sukhitvam”. “finding our happiness in giving happiness to our near and dear”.
This is a spiritual action full of significance. By doing so we are transcending our ego and are absorbing our ego in providing happiness to our near and dear.
Thus Gopikas (shepherd damsels) found their happiness in giving happiness to Sri Krishna. They have been very joyful when giving happiness to Sri Krishna and are thus blissful themselves. This secret of getting joy by giving joy to our near and dear must be noted by us all and make ourselves joyful by making our near and dear joyful.
We normally are intolerant of or indifferent to words, actions or thoughts expressed by our loved ones and are egoistic in our dealings with them. We love ourselves most. It is wise to love our loved ones more than we love ourselves. Actually if we love our near and dear, this happens automatically. Only when we do not love, and try making ourselves joyful all by ourselves, we run into problems and cause problems to our loved ones.
The best and shrewd way of being joyful is making our near and dear joyful by our words, thoughts, deeds and cheering and cheerful spirit and finding our joy in such gestures.
Many also say that contributing to charity, speaking lovingly and without hurting, being compassionate to all living and non-living beings gives happiness. Ordinary human beings may not have such wider horizon. If we find our joy in making our near and dear joyful the world will be much pleasant place to live. Let us practice giving joy and make it the art of living.
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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Living Without You
I can hear that old clock ticking, passing time up on the wall I can hear the faucet dripin in the kicthc down the hall to the one that I keep missing every night and every day
Theres things you learn to live with now thats all but Ill never get used to living without you
Now I got used to tenderness, we would hold each other tight and I got used to happiness wed make love day and night and Ill get used to mornings sitting in the evening swhen theres
Theres things you learn to live with now thats all I ever do but ill never get used to living without you
Without you, the sun sill rises without you, the rivesr run I thought by now that Id be realizing whats done is done I accept the notion that theres things we cant control like the changin of the seasons or the fact were growing old I know Im the reason that you had to go away I will keep believing that s the price we had to pay chorus oh theres things you learn to live with repeat
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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