Dismissing The Restrictions
Still there will be many...
Seeking advice!
From those who continue to lead them,
Down the path of darkness.
And stopping they will...
To be instructed to have prayer along the way.
For those heading towards the light!
Brightened by Sun rays.
On their knees they will observe them in unity,
Not carrying Bibles, singing hymns...
Or reciting scriptures as they smiled!
And expressing a happiness heard as they rejoice.
Something 'spiritual' conflicts with a releasing felt,
Dismissing the restrictions of religious 'freedoms'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observe It and Believe
Release the tension in that grasp you have.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Just ask your spiritual guides to clear your path.
Material things you have wont last!
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
A new day is dawning...
To remove all masks.
And reveal the light you hold within!
A fresh awareness upon us all begins.
Observe it and believe.
With faith you will witness your happiness increase.
Observe it and believe.
A higher conciousness comes for you to receive.
Observe it and believe.
All conflicts seen from you will leave.
Observe it and believe.
The energy within you,
Has given you breath to breathe.
Inhale and exhale.
Do this quietly.
Observe it and believe...
God wants to free you from all lies and deceit!
Observe it and believe,
He has come to comfort!
He has.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
Let go and let God complete the task,
To bring upon you everlasting happiness.
Observe it and believe.
Expect this and receive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lead Me On
Shoulder to the wheel
For someone elses selfish gain
Here there is no choosing
Working the clay
Wearing their anger like a ball and chain.
Fire in the field
Underneath a blazing sun
But soon the sun was faded
And freedom was a song
I heard them singing when the day was done
Singing to the holy one.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Waiting for the train
Labelled with a golden star
Heavy hearted boarding
Whispers in the dark
Where are we going--is it very far?
Bitter cold terrain
Echoes of a slamming door
In chambers made for sleeping, forever
Voices like thunder in a mighty roar
Cry to the lord.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Man hurts man
Time and time, time again
And we drown in the wake of our power
Somebody tell me why.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
Lead me on
Lead me on
To a place where the river runs
Into your keeping, oh.
Lead me on
Lead me on
The awaited deliverance
Comforts the seeking...lead on.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Heading South
Orbison/dees
I want to talk to folks back home again, to walk along a lonely country lane
To spend some time with that woman of mine, heading south, heading south
Things look bright and I feel alright yeah Im heading south
Heading south to see the sun go down on camp fire light,to join the singing at night
Heading south to cotton rows and honeysuckle bloom
Under the cumberland moon heading south, heading south
Give me room to travel on my way to a place where dreams all fade away
Where the river flows and tobacco grows heading south heading south
Cause the sun is hot and people love a lot yeah Im heading south
Heading south to see the sun go down on camp fire light, to join the singing at night
Heading south to cotton rows and honeysuckle bloom under the cumberland moon
Heading south, heading south
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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As Needless Conflicts Cease
Oh how I wish I had a magic wand.
To lift burdens off backs,
With an easing of those trapped...
In their mental wrappings.
To have heads held high,
And covered with radiant Sun light...
To have a dismissing of all their aches.
With a replacement of joy...
Manifesting in their eyes opened wide and bright.
Oh how I wish I had a magic wand.
And days spent in happiness,
Would go on and on.
With the caroling of Christmas songs,
Heard.
As needless conflicts cease to be prioritized.
'Happy holidays.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beautiful White Candle (Symbol Of Heaven)
When I light this white candle
to say my bed time prayer,
It shimmers beautifully,
Filling the room with love,
Shines through the darkness,
spreading comfort all around
my room,
I feel peace and love,
I feel protected and safe,
Knowing this beautiful
candle will shield me,
Chase away the darkness,
Surround me with heavens light,
Chase away those dark shadows,
As I say my prayer I hear
angels singing,
Spreading all the glory,
I feel no more fear,
knowing that they hear my
every thought and every prayer,
Even my every wish is heard,
It is a symbol of heaven,
A telephone call to heaven,
I know that they are always near,
Listening carefully to every word,
Singing to me cheerfully to say
For they are here and everything
will be safe,
Knowing heaven will always be right by
my side,
Watching, listening and waiting
for me to light this beautiful white
candle,
When I say another prayer.
poem by Derek James
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I Heard The Roar On Maha-shivaratri
I heard the bum bum Bhole on Maha Shiva Ratri
Herd of kanwarias sing and dance their hymns play,
And wild and sweet the roar repeat
Of happiness in the nation, destruction of evils in men.
Mesmerized, I brood, as the morning had come,
To offer the holy waters on the divine Shiva Linga
Devotes had marched along the unbroken hymns
Of happiness in the nation, destruction of evils in men.
But in despair I shook my head:
‘There is no happiness in my nation, ’ I cried
‘For hate and depression is high, and laughs at the hymns
Of happiness in the nation, destruction of evils in men.
Then read the beads more lost and loud:
‘Lord Shiva is still there looking at all our deeds;
The evil will be destroyed, the goodness prevail,
Of happiness in the nation, destruction of evils in men.
Kanwarias ringing, singing all through their way,
The nation awakened from night to day
Mighty Tandava, a roar, a chant sublime,
Of happiness in the nation, destruction of evils in men.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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It Is The 'ing' Of Things Which Are Real
ongoing, loving, living,
existing, thinking,
agonizing, forgiving,
accepting,
drinking, thirsting,
eating, filling, filing,
reading, writing, singing,
philosophizing, mesmerizing,
sitting, setting, making, carrying,
bleeding, healing, bullying,
touching, merrymaking, seeding, planting, growing
these are the 'ings'
for they are real, and true and beautiful
keep going, keeping, storing, giving, releasing, freeing, seething, soothing, ....ing, , , , , ing....inging...there is no stopping of these 'ings'
moving living singing flying floating diving dying.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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His Light For You Will Always Shine
May the sun always brighten your path to lead your way,
let the sun warm your path to happiness and for you bring glorious days.
Never hesitate to stop and pick a flower along your way,
this to represent life to it's fullest extent.
If rain begins to puddle your path, look up to the Heavens,
if there's no sun, remember the light is still there.
The light of God's son will always shine for you,
just follow his word and on the right path you will stay
your whole life through.
Let the sun be your mirror each day, let it reflect
your beautiful memories of past days.
A blanket the sun will be for you, warming
you to your very heart, with ever ray.
In darkness, when the sun doesn't shine, God's son
will still provide a light for you. His light will always
remain in your heart, and be a guide for you through, all time,
Just look to the Heavens, the light will always shine.
poem by Ruth warren
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Serving Other Gods
Many gods of a darker realm, throughout the world overwhelm,
The minds of men and their faith, as God’s Truths they replace,
With doctrine, of their decisions, men create their own religions,
Following not God’s, but man’s will, religious desires they fulfill.
One Creator but man’s many gods, from pious deceptive nods,
Man’s attempt to reach God above, by the ways men dream of,
New religious ways perceived, through vain thoughts conceived,
Man’s polluted way to reach Heaven, tainted by religious leaven.
Religious and very arrogant men, who’ve never been born again,
From above, of the Spirit of God; they follow spirits of this sod,
Those spirits of a darker kind, that deceives their heart and mind,
Satan appears as an angel of light, leading all into spiritual night.
Turning away from God’s decrees, they create darkened heresies,
Changing Truth to their shame, as God Himself remains the same,
Turning many from Truth they need, as they become Satan’s lead,
Leading souls from God’s Truth, for this, they will see His reproof.
Not only for distorting God’s Word, but, because souls they herd,
Leading them down a broad path, heading directly to God’s Wrath,
Denying the finished work of Christ, leading them from eternal life,
Being used for Satan’s seduction; distorting Truth unto destruction.
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Heading For The City
All my friends packing up,
Loading up their Volvo's
And their pick up trucks
Going down the road,
To try their luck
So spin that dream,
Go heading for the city
Roll that dice,
Say a prayer,
Light a candle for me
When you get there,
Win or lose,
We're heading for the city
Well I got a problem hear what I say
They're telling me I got to move away
I was happy here,
They tell me I can't stay
Now whats screaming rain is heading this way
For those who sleep and choose to stay
The game they didn't know
They had to play
So win or lose
We're heading for the city
So roll that dice
Say a prayer
Light a candle for me
When you get there,
Win or lose,
We're heading for the city
song performed by by Chris Rea
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There Is No Need to Continue My Point, Is It?
Many...
Are their dysfunctions,
That has weakened them in envy.
With mind fed jealousies.
Conditioned they are to be attached to 'something'.
So scriptures they learn,
To quote from religious beliefs...
Faithfully.
And in a faith they stake their claims.
Yet this 'faith' maims their associations.
With a mutilation that disfigures,
Their wounded states of mind.
And observe they do others,
From a shallowness to undermine!
And that suits them fine.
Committed they say to a declared wanted unity.
With a hollowness of indentity,
To bind them into a closer knit.
And hoping something sticks that will benefit,
Their tomorrows.
But the knowledge they have and nourish upon...
Keeps them isolated in a separateness they regret.
And for generations this has deteriorated as it still sits,
In accusatory tones whispered in ears with bitterness.
From twisted and pouting lips expressed.
'They sound as if they suffer from a sickness? '
There is no need to continue my point,
Is it?
And I was the first to present my diagnosis!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: The Man of God
Blest is the man who spreads the Word of God
To people who have never heard of it!
He serves like an instrument of the lord
And salvages some souls meant for the ‘Pit’.
Blest is the man who quotes the Scriptures well
And interprets them rightly for God’s cause!
He saves some sinners heading to sure hell
And brings more souls to Heaven with less loss.
Blest is the man who guides people to Light!
Rescuing them from Eternal darkness;
He knows the way to Heaven by foresight,
And delivers men from devil’s harness.
Blest is the man of God who spreads gospels!
For, Holy Spirit speaks through him and tells.
10-9-2001 by Dr John Celes
dedicated to Rev. Fr. Antony Lawrence D.D.,
my most revered School Principal, Teacher and
spiritual guide
poem by John Celes
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The Lords Path
there is a choice that i must make
of which path that i should take.
i was shown the path that leads
to my death and destruction.
but! i must teach my fellow man
the life of a new construction.
the life of following the LORDS word
so it can be taught and heard.
seeing the path which ahead lies.
do i continue and give it a try?
is my faith strong enough
for this path is mighty tough.
so here i stand with choice in hand.
do i help my fellow man?
do i give up my life so that the
world could be free and follow this destiny?
or do i forget my fellow mans needs
of which my LORD had planted this seed.
this is the choice that HE has given to me.
to follow him so that other men could lead.
to lead mankind to the path of light
and be able to see all the LORDS might.
and now this question i propose to you
if you was me what would you do?
(we all know the choice he made, for our salvation)
poem by Louis Rams
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Thoughts Revealed
revolution demands evolution,
for it is only by evolving
that we can make positive change.
open mind, open heart.
closed mind, closed heart.
the door to life remains open.
the door of death remains closed!
religious people kill each other
over their differences...
spiritual people accept each other
for what and who they are,
and learn to work together for common goals.
god has as many faces as there
are living beings!
dont quote me scriptures, or holy sayings.
help me plow my garden!
there are scriptures in the fresh
turned earth we have yet to discover!
if you are a bigot, if you discriminate
because of skin color, religious beliefs,
sexual orientation, or political agenda...
you cannot know the presence of god...
it is within the diversity of life
that we find the common bond of unity...
and this bond is the presence of god!
if you must hate anything, hate ignorance!
manifest this hate by searching for
the truth!
unconditional compassion is the key...
but your own feet must walk through
the door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Close your bodily eye, so that you may see your picture first with the spiritual eye. Then bring to the light of day that which you have seen in the darkness so that it may react upon others from the outside inwards. A picture must not be invented but felt. Observe the form exactly, both the smallest and the large and do not separate the small from the large, but rather the trivial from the important.
quote by Caspar David Friedrich
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Obvious But Absent
They carry Bibles and yet lie.
Quote scriptures,
Although hypocrites.
And are the main reasons,
For the divisions and splits...
Conflicts and indecisiveness.
With a healing that could be done,
That is obvious but absent!
They argue and are self righteous.
And determined with their wickedness,
To defeat anything that is good.
And their followers are found crawling to leech...
With a preaching done,
In depressed and neglected...
Inner city neighborhoods.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hem Of The Holy Garment...
we who speak as if we knew,
still jump at shadows in the night.
stopping for prayer and crossing ourselves,
reciting scriptures with trembling hearts.
or sit crosslegged on our debit cards,
for a dose of enlightenment.
or walk behind teachers as if we were sheep,
praying to be delivered from the battle.
god is not god,
god is more than that.
cannot be bought by ritual or repitition.
enlightenment hath no debit card,
and sheep are led to slaughter.
the path must be walked,
the battle must be fought.
the soul's questions cannot be answered
by anyone else.
the truth is much broader than our concepts,
and we are more than our egos.
the cost of life is living,
no one else can pay the bill.
the meaning of life is then love,
and love demands all without reservation.
each moment is eternity.
redemption must be had together.
the truth that sets us free,
begins in the heart and moves through the hands.
we are not seperate...
all that lives is a part of the whole.
when the hand hurts the feet must suffer,
when the eyes are taken, the ears must lead.
god is not a noun, but a verb....
always there, in every face, in every leaf,
in every river, in every tree.
when we see with our hearts we know this,
and now our feet must follow our hearts!
we are the prayers of holiness,
the flesh and bones of compassion,
and miracle....
we touch the hem of the holy garment,
when we reach out to those in need!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Loss Of Happiness
Loss of happiness is a disease
that ends up in stopping the breeze
Of joy and fain from your life
And leave you in misery to survive
So don't let happiness slip away
Or even start any of your day
Without glimpse of happiness dear
For happiness is a pill that is rare
So learn now how to make it
So you can fill your every life's bit
With the rays of joy to see
Happiness all waiting just for thee.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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I'm a singing rainbow
When my eyes are blue
I’m a sky-spelled beam of Heaven
Singing icons of beauty
Brown
I’m an autumn singing
Falls of leaves to the ground
Yellow
I’m millions of suns
Singing rays of warmth
Green
I’m a throbbing rainforest
Singing fibers of creation
Violet
I’m a tiny flower singing
Strength of growth
Rad
I’m a blood-spelled shade of Light
Singing peace of darkness
When my eyes are empty
I’m a singing rainbow
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Those Crazed Are Expressing This
The only thing yet to be outsourced,
Are delusions.
Those spoiled are clinging onto them,
As if they continue to have value.
The truth is as elusive,
As the game of naming new terrorists.
Wherever today the fear of them exist.
With implications of their religious doctrines.
A greatness once cherished has flipped,
With a slipping...
Through greasy licked fingers.
And the shame of it all,
Has uncovered new ways to masquerade a fall.
The intention to fantasize has kept conflicts alive.
And those crazed are expressing this on a daily basis.
With the hope that finding fault with ethnic races,
Will produce 'something' to validate Martial Law!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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