Eve Of a Crossroads Approaching
We're at the eve of a crossroads approaching.
Those who are ready in their minds,
Know!
We're at the pinnacle where good meets evil.
Some recognize this.
Some will deny this.
We're at the eve of a crossroads approaching.
Those who are ready in their minds,
Know!
We're at the pinnacle where good meets evil.
Some recognize this.
Some will deny this.
Faith and belief...
Have kept some people,
Freed of grief...
To leap and leave.
Knowing a wait relates to waste.
We're at the eve of a crossroads approaching.
Those who are ready in their minds,
Know!
We're at the pinnacle where good meets evil.
Some recognize this.
Some will deny this.
Some will defy this and try to hide.
Faith and belief...
Have kept some people,
Freed of grief...
To leap and leave.
Knowing a wait relates to waste.
In a hesitation that creates more devastation.
We're at the pinnacle where good meets evil.
Some recognize this.
Some will deny this.
Some will defy this and try to hide.
Faith and belief...
Have kept some people,
Freed of grief...
To leap and leave.
Knowing a wait relates to waste.
And...
These are the people not in foolish debates!
We're at the eve of a crossroads approaching.
Those who are ready in their minds,
Know!
Those who are ready know which way to go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Good Meets Evil
When good meets evil the world twist into one.
When good turns bad the earth is right again.
When your mean im nice and im sound.
You try to make the world go round.
When good meets evil the moon meets the sun.
When good meets evil life truly has become.
Real or Fake?
Nice or Mean?
Love is rough.
Love is dumb.
When good meets evil love has truly won.
poem by Debbie Ledford
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See It to Leave It and Go
Evil felt and identified,
Is a blessing dispensed...
For those who recognize this,
To have nothing to do with it.
Evil chips away,
At one's common sense.
And wherever evil exists,
Do not accept or find this as common.
That is what those evil,
Choose to transmit and leave.
There is nothing pleasing about evil.
Nor should it be allowed to upset or tease.
See it to leave it and go!
With faith and prayer...
No one should reap,
What evil sows.
See it,
To leave.
Do not be teased by it.
And go!
See it to leave it and go.
That's it.
See it to leave it,
And go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil?
The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil...
poem by Vanessa Freed
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The Gunpowder Plot (Let This Be A Lesson)
Your idea's liked by us,
but son, you know too much.
If you won't be a slave,
we'll send you to your grave!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
Don't let him up on stage;
He'll end our golden age.
The world's not ready yet;
Take him out, he's a threat!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
The bodies pile up;
everyone knows too much.
The world's not ready yet;
Take them out, they're a threat!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
The world's not ready yet;
The world's not ready yet!
Let this be a lesson;
Your product's a lemon!
poem by Michael Fischer
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Ignoring The Increase Of Its Presence
In places where evil is kept practiced,
It takes one to find ways...
To ensure it is always distracted.
Approaching evil with righteousness,
Interpreted as giving it empathy...
Will leave one feeding into it.
Being observant to its effects,
Seems to be the best remedy...
In keeping one step ahead of it.
Pretending it does not exist,
Gives evil reason...
To deliver more of it to sit to go undenied.
Evil seems to reside comfortably,
In those places where people try...
Ignoring the increase of its presence.
Approaching evil with righteousness,
Interpreted as giving it empathy...
Will leave one feeding into it,
In those places where evil is kept practiced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Is it Ever Ready?
When is it ever ready...
For us to make up our minds,
It is time to get what we put off
To get something done?
When is it ever ready...
For us?
When is it ever ready...
To stop and wait.
For us to negotiate,
This is the moment...
That has arrived,
For us to get up and move?
Just to prove we can delay
Another day...
To make an excuse,
To collect with the other excuses...
Made!
When is it ever ready?
Time seems to never be!
It seems to do what it chooses without us!
To experience...
Or ignore completely.
As we sit to cuss its noncommitment.
Observing it as it cares less,
About how some of us waste it...
With more uselessness!
To eventually confess.
When is it ever ready?
That is probably not a concern...
Nor a priority,
Or on its agenda.
Time is man made.
To set limits...
As if man allows 'it' to benefit,
And exist.
To put up with a man's nonsense.
Or a woman's.
Either way...
No one can say,
They have more of it...
Than anyone.
To just let it sit!
And ask of it...
If and When it is ever ready!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Luke's Wall/War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sorcerers of death's construction
in the fields the bodies burning as the war machine keeps turning
death and hatred to mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds... Oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
they only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes
song performed by by Black Sabbath from Paranoid
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The Evil I See In Others
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
And the so called evil people are no less evil than me
'Tis not my place to judge others leave the Law take it's course
Than us mere living mortals there is some far greater force.
Look at the power of Nature no greater force than she
She claims all living creatures yet of guilt she is free
None ever say she's evil what's evil anyway?
The words of good and evil just words that people say
About those they see as good or evil others we like to pigeon hole
Have I right to condemn others when there's darkness in my soul
I'm only good and evil come tell me what are you
Since you tell me that you have a God but to your own self are you true?
For a callous act of one individual we condemn an entire race
And people are judged by their postal address and the colour of their face
We talk of love and harmony whilst war we do embrace
By making yourself a better person you'll make the World to live in a better place.
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
But you there Mr Perfect of all sin are you free?
You say that one is evil leave that person alone
You are not one that's free of taint so you should not cast the stone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Our Earthly Life
Like a sail-less ship, we try to cross life’s sea!
From birth, we sin and tend to sin all life;
No man is pure or perfect in God’s eyes;
Our faith in Jesus saves us from sure hell!
Our hearts like knives all blunt, need sharpening;
Our faith in Christ needs depth and widening;
Our love of God needs to be strengthening;
Our human strength per se in weakening!
Just Jesus raises us whenev’r we fall;
Our hearts are filled with evil desires all;
Our minds and ears recognize not God’s call;
Our knowledge fount is bitter, tastes like gall!
We tend to do evil though thoughts are good;
We eat rubbish thinking it is good food;
We aim for being better than we could;
We sin so often, wear a mask and hood!
Through Jesus came the Good Shepherd for all;
Before Him, men were shepherdless, a flock;
The law wants us to love God by whole heart;
And yet, we fail to love our neighbours oft!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-11-11
poem by John Celes
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Freed...
freed from having to eat only
twice a day,
from having to walk for a day
just to learn to read in school
from fetching water five mountains away
from washing my body
in that river where stones are slimy
where accidents are not seldom
from ignorance
and hunger and thirst and
indifference
from a room with triple deck beds
from a rotten dormitory
from teachers with narrow minds
from religious intolerance
from a belief that only we can be saved when this world ends
freed from a belief
that there is an ending to life
that there is only death that makes this life a meaningful stay
freed from the tradition of strong family ties that minds every detail of
how life must be lived
how funerals are conducted
what colors of candles what light is necessary
freed from Spanish rule from English domination
from from brothers of superior minds who think that only they know
where we must go
and stay
freed at last from myself who thinks that there is no more possibility
for growth
freed from an insecure living
freed from all those prisons that still lurk inside my mind
freed at last
from freedom itself
freed from fire and cold
from paradoxes and ironies
freed at last from cliches and constantly invoked metaphors
freed at last from the clutches of words
into the limitless thoughts
into sunless seas
into moonless nights
into inconceivable eternities
freed at last from the nucleus of my atom
into the mysteries of more explosions
mushrooming into space
beyond the bars of my
imagination
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shambhook...
Reeling in faith, dread of truth overpowers
I loved the reason.
My legs were shaky when I was treading
on the barbs
getting ready for a leap in the unknown.
Somebody said myth was a whore.
It turns the men into sheep.
Tomorrow a person will become a chair
and belief will start a religion.
Superhuman entity is needed
to define the grief
It is not loss of tongue.
The woman takes to hauling
the virgin coal.
A green fire is to be kindled
to show the moon,
the pond is ready for the sacred bath.
* An important character in the Ramayana who was poisoned by Lord Rama only because he was reading the Vedas.
poem by Satish Verma
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I'm Ready
Well I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
I am ready... a ready as anybody can be
I\'m ready for you
I hope you ready for me
Got an out of town pistol with the graveyard frame
It shoots tombstone bullets... wit da ball and chain
I\'m drinkin\' TNT... and smokin\' dynamite
I hope some schoolboy pick a fight
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for me
Now listen...
All you pretty little chicks with\'chor curly hair
Know you feel like I ain\'t nowhere
But stop what\'chor doin\' honey... come over here
I\'ll prove it to ya baby that I ain\'t no square
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Now I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for me
Look out...
Look out...
Well I been drinkin\' gin like never before
I\'m feelin\' so good... honey that\'s for sure
One more drink... honey I wish you would
Take a whole lotta lovin\' to make me feel good
\'Cause I\'m ready... ready as anybody can be
Well I\'m ready for you... I hope you ready for...
A ready for...
A ready for...
Well I\'m ready for...
Oh baby...
You know I\'m ready for you
song performed by by Aerosmith
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People Are So Ready to Rage
People are so ready to rage.
With open mouths they shout...
And a madness pours right out.
People are so ready to rage.
To say today they're crazy,
Would not today amaze!
Gone,
From them...
Is any sign that hints,
Of an innocence.
And gone,
Are ballooned parades...
People use to love,
And...
Celebrate.
People are so ready to rage.
With open mouths they shout...
And a madness pours right out.
People are so ready to rage.
To say today they're crazy,
Would not today amaze!
Gone,
From them...
Is any sign that hints,
Of an innocence.
And gone,
Are ballooned parades...
People use to love,
And...
Celebrate.
What their exercising is their right to bleed.
What their exercising is their right to bleed.
What their exercising is their right to bleed.
What their exercising is their right!
And...
Gone,
From them...
Is any sign that hints,
Of an...Innocence.
And gone...
Are ballooned parades,
People use to love
And...
Celebrate.
People are so ready to rage.
Yes!
People are so ready to rage.
And...
Gone,
From them...
Is any sign that hints,
Of an...Innocence.
People are so ready to rage.
Yes!
People are so ready to rage.
And...
Gone,
From them...
Is any sign that hints,
Of an...Innocence.
People are so ready to rage.
And...
Gone,
From them...
Is any sign that hints,
Of an...Innocence.
People are so ready to rage.
Yes, yes.
The people are so ready to rage.
Yes, yes.
The people are so ready to rage.
And gone,
From them...
Is any sign that hints,
Of an innocence.
And gone,
Are ballooned parades...
People use to love,
And...
Celebrate.
People are so ready to rage.
Crazy people getting evil.
And ready to rage.
How can the people get so evil.
And ready to rage.
Crazy people getting evil.
And ready to rage.
How can the people get so evil.
And ready to rage.
Crazy people getting evil.
And ready to rage.
People are so ready to rage.
These crazy people getting evil.
And ready to rage.
And gone,
From them...
Is any sign that hints,
Of an innocence.
People are so ready to rage.
People are so ready to rage.
People are so ready to rage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIII: Denial
Deny it with smile, deny it with silence
Deny it with elegance, deny it with distraction
Deny it with anger, deny it with challenge
Deny it with promise, deny it with comfort
Deny it with tear, deny it with emotion
Deny it with effort, deny it with cruelty
Deny it with forget, deny it with indifferent
Deny it with joke, deny it with lie
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil Inside Of Me
Do you see the evil in me?
It shines through me illuminating, and spraying.
People pass me and automatically start praying.
I am not playing with what I am saying.
I believe in me, so that
means I believe in the evil inside of me.
It talks to me, and through me.
The people who know me,
don’t know what has taken a hold of me.
It’s sees for me, and controls me.
This darkness knows me, it owns me.
It shows me the way, tells me what to say.
Evil believes in me, and I believe in evil.
It whispers to me, honors me, and is ever so loyal to me.
This evil that lies inside of me.
It knows me.
This evil is me
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The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.
quote by Hannah Arendt
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Faith and Jesus
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without a struggle.
Prepared to pick a fight!
Misgivings?
I had to leave.
Deceiving...
People,
Who left my heart to bleed!
Receiving?
More love to give!
Leaving behind me...
All the things negative!
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without struggle or fight.
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.
Receiving?
More love to give!
Leaving behind me...
All the things negative!
And believing,
I had to see!
I held misery inside,
That grieved and troubled me!
Yes...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.
Said...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time without struggle!
Prepared to pick fight.
Misgivings?
I had to leave.
Deceiving...
People,
Who left my heart to bleed!
I'm living,
Stronger each day.
I've got what it takes..
To make sure what I've got,
Stays that way!
Hey...
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready,
This time to make things right.
I had to get myself ready,
This time to make things right!
Pettiness is fading steady...
With faith and Jesus on my side!
Jesus came back into my life.
But I had to get myself ready...
This time to make things right.
I had to get myself ready...
Without a struggle!
Or a search to fight.
This time I'm more than ready,
Knowing what it takes to feed...
My growing appetite!
'Don't lock it up...
Let it out and rock it!
Collect the good that's offered you,
And share it from your pocket! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sometimes I Feel so Evil
Sometimes I feel so evil
going crazy
ready to kill people.
I laugh
ready to go to the store
buy a gat.
Watch it go blast blast blast
Now watch your past
flash before your eyes
and who knew this would be the way you die.
But I won't be sad
Feeling so evil is the best thing I've ever had.
Ready to grab a gun and shoot your dad.
He hatted me anyway don't get mad.
This relationship is over I found a new wife
Its evil and a knife
Into your back, slice slice slice
You deserved it, you gave me lice
and told me lies.
You don't know how many times I've cried.
But evil will put a ring on my finger
all around me, you can smell, it's a clinger,
and it always lingers, the feeling
the presence even when I'm gone.
You remember what you felt the
evil will drive you insane. Your brain will melt.
Start whippin your kids with belt, leavin welts,
all up and down there back, the evil passes
and they attack. Now they hate you,
they say 'a father I lack'. Letting go getting fat
off sugary snacks. But its okay cause the
evil will pass.
The evil I wish it would last.
poem by Matthew Petranovich
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