Duties Are Diverse
God selects to whom He speaks.
When a mission needs to be addressed.
And it may not be to anyone,
Who is frequently on their knees.
And those who are chosen,
Know who they are.
They know what they must do.
And they have no one to prove it to!
When God tells His angels who to contact...
It isn't by telephone,
Or other listening devices outsiders can 'tap'.
The duties are diverse!
And these deeds on Earth He monitors.
Leaving those who believe,
They are in control to have others plead!
They seem to be left in amazement,
As to just how the power of God works!
To have those with current deceptions uncovered.
And exposed and reprimanded...
By those who have been picked,
To be the ones they are powerless...
To fight against!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reprimanded
Reprimanded, near, mend, dame, rear, ram, rim, did, pear, pie;
Plant gardens and eat their fruits!
For the days are coming when there will be no food around;
Because, we are now faced with wars all over the earth!
Reprimanded, air, pair, fair, repair, hair, lair, rape, dare, dread, pad;
I have heard your voice today!
But plant gardens and eat their fruits;
For there are hatred than love on this earth today,
But the wages of sin is death.
Reprimanded, dan, dear, read, deer, ape, red, deed, need, ride;
But i will correct you in measure!
And like what you did to your neighbour;
But try to learn from your mistakes always.
Reprimanded, remian, remand, maid, aid, paid, mad, pear, rider;
For what the mokey left behind is now being eaten by the ants,
And like the love of your muse in the land of trouble!
But i will visit you at the right time.
Reprimanded, mean, raid, ear, aide, pride, made, rap, reap, am;
With the works of war in every man's hands!
But who is ready to turn the hands of this clock of hatred?
Reprimanded, mail, nail, man, men, red, main, pea, deem, dream;
But with your care on this muse to guide me on!
And like the field of peace in the land of joy,
But plant gardens and eat their fruits.
Reprimanded, dead, pair, prime, air, die, ran, rail, era, are, pride;
For the days are now full of the troubles around us!
But be very wise to do what is right always;
And like a joyful feast being honoured in your name.
Reprimanded, rend, rand, eand, and, in, an, me, dad, dean, dearie;
But your deeds have now led you into prison!
And like a dry land without water;
But peace brings about true love and care than hatred.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What Is It Now Are You Left To Believe?
What sense is it to hold grudges against,
The one who comes to warn?
To then have them depicted as negative,
With a dismissing of the warning?
Only to wonder when alone and reminiscing,
Why were you picked to be chosen to warn?
By and 'angel' who came but was not adorned,
To address you enough to impress with a message.
What is it now are you left to believe?
A listening to comprehend?
When you could have prevented,
An agony suffered with much regret?
And the one who warned you bitterly scorned.
Believing them evil and full of devil-ment?
What is it now are you left to believe?
Only those dressed to impress,
Have your best interests?
With deceptions you'd rather receive?
Or do you find more time to reflect,
Who comes delivering messages...
You should consider and accept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irony of power
All shall pass through the balcony of power
Cradle to adulthood experience the harmony in power
At a stage exposed to monopoly of power
There comes the reality of power
Abruptly it goes and shall become hopeless
Unwillingly thou shall become powerless
Joints of the dreamers become motionless
Bewildered they become useless
Could it be the law of nature that: all men are powerful,
powerless, hopeless and useless?
poem by Hussein sani wurno
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Angels VS. Demons
there is a battle raging within me
that i can't control.
of angels VS demons for my earthly soul.
i found that the demon can enter your mind
and at times control your thoughts
and try to get you to do things
you normally don't do..
if you are depressed
that's when he's at his best.
he fuels up the anger that
has built up inside
and gets you to believe all his lies.
he wants you to believe that
everything in life, is owed to you.
and tells you that
'this is what you have to do'.
take everything that you want in life
and no one will put up a fight.
for angels and humanity are weak as can be.
and he's here to set you free.
these are just a few of the lies
he will tell to you
to get you to do what he wants you to do.
then i have the angel with all its might
telling me that
'everything is going to be alright'
to believe and feel all that's in your heart
for that's how mankind got its start.
for the heart is the center of your soul
and is something the demon can't control.
so follow your heart like you do your deams
and don't let the demon get in between.
so in reality, i can say to you
the LORD gave you the power
to your heart be true.
poem by Louis Rams
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Mission to Earth, A Child is Born!
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
A baby cries, cold air, no warmth
No womb comfort, a life, a journey begins.
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
A universe spreads forth,
Horizon, spreads a hand and boundless.
Mission to Earth, mission on Earth
Giggles and applause, the friendly stars
Frowns and yellow eyes, the jealous frogs
Mission to Earth, Mission on Earth
The cross, he bears all, a thorn as crown
A mission, to save a life, though so thankless!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Breaking The Chain
To find my spirit, is to free my mind.
My mind tells me what I want.
My spirit tells me what I already have.
What is pleasing to the eyes,
Is poison to the spirit.
Love things and use people.
Give the power to a thought,
Leaves me powerless.
My mind wants control of all.
My spirit says I must control myself.
For it is all I have the power to do.
If I fear I am sick,
I can will myself to feel sick.
Even though I am really well.
I live according to my fears.
My life is surrounded by my giant.
I cannot breathe.
I am suffocated, by what I imagine.
I think what once was, still is.
I fear for my future, based on my past.
I cannot move forward,
If I am constantly held back.
By the chains of my mind that bind me,
I can only be at one place at one time.
My past or my present.
If I hold on to both,
One hand on my past, one on my future,
They each pull me in opposite directions,
Leaving me torn.
Let go of the past.
Grab a hold of the future with both hands.
It's will to be a wild ride!
With my mind, all things are probable.
With my spirit, all things are possible.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Man On A Mission
I can walk all alone through a river of fire
Cause my heart is true
Put my soul on the line
That's what I'd do, that's what I'd do
There's a power in passion
That I can't control
It's a natural reaction
I can't let it go
(Chorus)
I'm a man on a mission to love you
I'm gonna make you mine
I'm a man on a mission
I can't stop tryin' now
I'm gonna make you mine
Where angels fear to fly
That's where I go with my foolish pride
I got too close to the sun
I was the one looking for you
I feel the power in passion
When it's takin' control
It's a natural reaction
And I can't let it go
Repeat Chorus
Can't you see what you mean to me?
How much I need you
You know we owe each other honesty
So tell me what can I do
To get to you
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Ulterior Motives
Traps of sadness,
Are set for those unconsious.
So determined deceptions are...
To have them suitable for your tracks.
Recognize the disguises of the hunter,
Some might carry smiles...
With a quick slap on your back.
While others provide a shallow mind with compliments!
Ready to compare an unaware presence,
That's been carefully prepared...
To slip on a custom made trap that fits.
While socializing with those exposed,
With ulterior motives for selections they've chosen
And why those folks who appear
Have been hand picked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greed leads to hate
Every person who wants power is at war
For any power that could give control Evan more
They fight for money for control they want it all
they fight to get rich but in the end they all will fall
They carry on going out and getting in wars
Carry on hurting and hating just for a little bit more
To give what they want what they feel that they need
Fill up there wallets there hate is controlled by there greed
The need for power every day every god dam little hour
They control this planet they control the hating and power
What i say is the good take control this day....this hour
poem by Ashley Roberts
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Show Me That Scripture
Those restricting their existence,
To live within limits...
Are foolish if they believe,
The Creator of abundance...
Follows this same philosophy.
Especially,
When there are so many different varieties of life.
So many diverse species,
Inhabiting without being given an approval...
From another,
What their perception is to accept as right.
To control by 'assumptions'.
That are dictated through interpretation...
By those showing an exposed hypocriscy.
And a 'lunacy' obvious and clearly exposed.
If 'this' is what the Creator choose...
Myth as it is known to be documented,
Would not have taken The Almighty years to achieve...
Such a diverse way to destroy what God created in seven days.
IF those who quote from 'myths' knew 'anything...
About what GOD wants!
And I am sure The Creator did not intend,
For fools to dictate human policy and rule!
Show me that scripture.
It needs to be notorized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Twist To This Conflict
The same demons losing their bite and influence,
To divide and conquer over those they lied upon...
Are the same ones now in a rigorous fight,
Attempting to convince...
They had nothing to do with the ostracizing,
And defaming of others...
By their deceptions.
You know...
Those now heard loudly whining,
About their fatal circumstances.
However...
They and their deceptions are openly exposed.
Showing those demons for who they are.
And those they chose to victimize,
Can no longer be blamed for creating such division.
And those demons who had once demeaned,
Have created their own demise as seen.
And those chosen to be victimized by lies told,
Are being solicited as gingerly as possible...
To assist with the helping of others,
From their deeply burrowed holes.
But the twist to this conflict,
Between wisdom and blind foolishness.
Those who had once been ostracized...
Prefer their isolation with a living of wholesome lives.
'They have never shown an interest in us! '
~Oh?
Then 'who' decided they should be ostracized?
And 'why'?
It couldn't be that they hindered our achievements! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: The Word of God
The Word of God has unrivaled power;
No act of Satan can it antagonize;
God chooses men and time like rain shower;
His chosen sheep, their Master recognize.
The Word of God pervades Heaven and Earth;
It finally triumphs when Doomsday comes;
To get it done, there is no person’s dearth;
Heaven’s reward for upright soul’s handsome.
The Bible tells of future things to come,
And warns and guides the people to live right;
It is not true that God remains quite dumb;
God helps each one, his temptations to fight.
The Word of God cannot go wrong at all;
Satan and his bad angels surely fall.
6-7-2001
poem by John Celes
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I had an experience... I can't prove it, I can't even explain it, but everything that I know as a human being, everything that I am tells me that it was real! I was given something wonderful, something that changed me forever... A vision of the universe that tells us, undeniably, how tiny, and insignificant and how ... rare, and precious we all are! A vision that tells us that we belong to something that is greater than ourselves, that we are not — that none of us — are alone! ... I wish I could share that. I wish, that everyone, if only for one moment, could feel that awe, and humility, and hope. But ... that continues to be my wish.
Enjoy Every Moment Of It
You picked with me a fight.
You thought would be easy for you to win.
Was it my appearance,
Or the sound of my voice?
Or was it my occupation...
My selection of choice.
Whatever made you decide,
To pick with me this fight.
I'm going to ensure you enjoy every moment of it.
And when I get through with you,
Guess which one of us will be sleeping peacefully,
At night?
I'll give you a hint...
It will not be you.
You've chosen just what I like to do,
With fools using unconsciousness...
As a means to prove their ignorance!
Since I like to teach and leave lessons learned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Of Those Things
There's no mistakin' what's takin' place here
I can't pretend anymore
You know that I love you, but it's not enough to
Keep you away from that door
Now it's too late to wonder, what's left to be tried
Your mind is made up, and my hands are tied
It's just one of those things that I can't do nothing about
Your love is something that I'm going to have
To learn to live without
I could beg, I could plead, and get down on my knees
But I think I finally figured it out
It's just one of those things that I can't do nothing about
So bring on the tears, and bring on the heartaches
Let me get on with my pain
If this is goodbye then let's get it over
There's nothing left to explain
Now God knows I've tried, I've tried for so long
What's left of my heart will have / To be strong
CHORUS
Well it's all i can stand, but it's out of my hands
Your leaving is leaving more room for doubt
It's just one of those things, I can't do nothing about
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Full of an Emptiness
I am full of an emptiness,
Which empties me of my fullness.
I am feeding my starving ego,
While never nourishing my soul which can always be satisfied.
The spirit never ends but I try to tempt it with things that do.
Earthly pleasures, to find heavenly treasures?
Money, power and control do not fill me up.
I always want more.
I can never get enough.
Love, joy and peace.
I have none.
Yet it is all I truly need.
It is only this that will fill me up.
My spirit is allergic to the things of this world.
Yet my mind tells me to feast on more,
My mind is the starving pig.
Feasting on the droppings of the world.
And so I eat from the bottom, which is the world.
My living Hell.
Earth is chaos, Heaven is peace.
I look up and see an endless sky.
These are my possibilities should I follow the spirit.
I look to the ground and see how far is the fall.
But it is only once I have fallen, and hit the ground.
That I can get back up.
Rise above my circumstances.
Rise above the pleasures.
To seek and pursue the treasures.
That were promised to all.
Even before my time here.
If I get, what I give.
And what I give is nothing,
It is nothing I will get back in the end.
So why do I keep giving only what I can take?
Am I giving of things that have a beginning and an ending?
Or do I give what is endless?
The anger I feel because I thought someone was stealing from me,
Is really what I simply robbed myself of in the first place.
Peace, joy and love.
It is mine to share.
For if I share it,
It can never be stolen from me.
In the end, it is only my legacy I leave behind.
Money will be spent.
Power will run out.
Control will be lost.
To be without money is to be broke.
I am broken.
To be without power is to be powerless.
I am powerless.
If I get what I give, then I am what I am.
If I am control, then I am controlled and controlling
If I am peace, then I am peaceful
If I am joy, then I am joyous
If I am love, then I am loving and loved.
That is all I ever wanted and ever needed in the first place.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Left To My Own Devices
(tennant/lowe)
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(uuu.....us)
I get out of bed at half past ten
Phone up a friend, whos a party animal
Turn on the news and drink some tea
Maybe if youre with me well do some shopping
One day Ill read, or learn to drive a car
If you pass the test, you can beat the rest
But I dont like to compete, or talk street, street, street
I can pick up the best from the party animal
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
Pick up a brochure about the sun
Learn to ignore what the photographer saw
I was always told that you should join a club
Stick with the gang, if you want to belong
I was a lonely boy, no strength, no joy
In a world of my own at the back of the garden
I didnt want to compete, or play out on the street
For in a secret life I was a round head general
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
Oh, I would
I was faced with a choice at a difficult age
Would I write a book? or should I take to the stage?
But in the back of my head I heard distant feet
Che guevara and debussy to a disco beat
Its not a crime when you look the way you do
The way I like to picture you
When I get home, its late at night
I pour a drink and watch the fight
Turn off the tv, look at a book
Pick up the phone, fix some food
Maybe Ill sit up all night and day
Waiting for the minute I hear you say
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Come on, baby, say goodbye
I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
Out of bed, at half past ten
The party animal phones a friend
Picks up news about the sun
And the working day has just begun
Sticks with the gang - at the back of the street
Pass the test - and you dont compete
Drive the car, if youre with me
Che guevaras drinking tea
He reads about a new device
And takes to the stage in a secret life
(uuu.....us)
Left to my own devices, I probably would
If I was left to my own devices, I possibly would
(uuu.....us)
If I was left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
Come on, baby
Left to my own devices, I probably would
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Tesla’s Dream
Wireless power to unite the earth
Tesla dreamt, power freely transmitted
all over the earth, picked up by a simple
receiver
Electrical energy beamed to large
cities – even ships at sea, power
broadcast in a dramatic financial
revolution
Shifting the power and status of
many nations on earth – all because
the earth is alive with electric
vibrations
Acting as a giant conductor of
electric signals – Tesla wrote of
Transmitting Electric Energy sans
Wires
In a world-wide power system
pumping energy into the earth
picked up by detectors: HOW is
unclear
Maybe using the voltage difference
between the earth and upper
atmosphere…
(From: David Peat “In Search of Nikola Tesla”)
poem by Margaret Alice
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Specifically Picked And Selectively Chosen
There will always be the ones,
Specifically picked and selectively chosen...
To voice their opinion about the comparisons between,
Plums and pears or grapes and lemons...
In timely debates with attention given,
To get many to see the similarities.
There will always be the ones,
Specifically picked and selectively chosen to do this...
As long as it is known those listening will become outraged,
With their tempers raised to boil...
As they demand why they had not been told,
There was never any difference in presentation or taste.
There will always be the ones,
Followed by those with an absence of thinking done.
And believing anything they eat to digest,
Will benefit their best interest.
Caring less if the design of it,
Is to get their minds whipped into a frenzy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To My Own Devices (disco Mix)
I get out of bed at half past ten
Phone up a friend, who's a party animal
Turn on the news and drink some tea
Maybe if you're with me we'll do some shopping
One day I'll read, or learn to drive a car
If you pass the test, you can beat the rest
But I don't like to compete, or talk street, street, street
I can pick up the best from the party animal
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Pick up a brochure about the sun
Learn to ignore what the photographer saw
I was always told that you should join a club
Stick with the gang, if you want to belong
I was a lonely boy, no strength, no joy
In a world of my own at the back of the garden
I didn't want to compete, or play out on the street
For in a secret life I was a round head general
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
Oh, I would
I was faced with a choice at a difficult age
Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage?
But in the back of my head I heard distant feet
Che Guevara and Dbussy to a disco beat
It's not a crime when you look the way you do
The way I like to picture you
When I get home, it's late at night
I pour a drink and watch the fight
Turn off the TV, look at a book
Pick up the phone, fix some food
Maybe I'll sit up all night and day
Waiting for the minute I hear you say
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Come on, baby, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
(Come on baby)
Left to my own devices, I probably would
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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