Fed Up!
Change?
Less of that,
Will be left in your pocket!
The 'spiritual deities'
Are fed up!
They have come
To prove to all...
No longer are they sitting in wait,
For those to partake
In salivating destructive greed.
Change has come to us,
Indeed!
And for those contemplating,
A celebration to occur.
A curbing of enthusiasm,
Is now being stirred.
Divisional religious beliefs?
These 'deities' aren't sitting with wings...
Humming on clouds and patting their feet!
This 'organism' we call Earth,
Will be heard...
When He of the She of It finally speaks!
And we are here to witness a major transformation.
Disturbing with cracks...
To dismiss the myths of bogus foundations!
And fake destinies created,
For purposes to deceive!
Fed up 'They' are!
And on the move to prove...
They are not in debate or seeking advice.
From a group of 'louse'...
An insecting family of lice!
'They' have created this planet that breathes!
Correcting this misunderstanding will be done.
Without scriptures to read,
To free 'itself' of further disease!
Whether or not humanity lives or dies...
Those 'deities' controlling us,
Are certainly going to thrive and survive!
Fed up!
'They' are.
With our pretentions, pettiness...
Disrespect and neglecting ways!
With a disregard for our lives 'They' made.
And excuses to abuse this 'home' we nest,
Infesting it with destruction...
And selfish alibis!
Fed up!
'They' are.
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On a Different Mission
So foolish are the movements of man to believe,
What man has made and created is accepted...
By the spiritual deities.
Patiently in their magnificence they watch,
Until that time has stopped.
There is no time left for man to find,
For the use of deception and the spreading of abuse!
And those who claim to have faith and pray...
Are the first to question, 'What's Going On? '
Even Marvin Gaye knew that!
But he was on a different mission.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lives Isolated and Divided
Is anything ever stolen...
One's own property?
To declare and sell...
In a written exchange,
Documented and agreed.
Does someone already sitting,
On land when others come.
Have a say at all to what happens...
When visitors make a home,
And overstay their welcome.
Can one group say which rights belong to them?
With an exclusiveness...
To pick, choose and dismiss.
And use lies and deceit,
To change the history of it!
How is authority given...
To those who claim they are great?
When time is spent in defaming slander...
To berate those they historically hate!
And why do they say they dislike Europeans?
When they are all descendents of them.
Isn't their religious leader...
Beloved and lives in the Vatican?
Perhaps they wish to keep their 'divisions' blissed.
With distorted visions...
That a deluded diversed people,
Can live their lives divided and in isolation...
And actually thrive in an existence like this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother Mangala: Deity Of Deities
Mother Mangala’s temple beside the
river ‘Prachi’ dazzles with the Sun ray,
Devotees’ mind concentrated, surrendered
Under thy feet with glee, gaiety, souls
bathed with delight feel gay.
From time immemorial, remote past the
Deity of Deities pervades on the tranquil
serene sanctified glaring altar.
The Shrine is endowed, wreathed with
garlands of love, affection and with beautiful
lovely flower.
She blessth the human creatures, deities
Of Heaven as an eternal brook of pleasure,
love and affection.
Diseased, disappointed, rich, poor,
anguished pray thee to free the plight and
tention.
Thy shrine is a Heaven on Earth, Ye
Create in human beings delight and mirth.
Ye shower bliss, benevolence, love affection
Fraternity, purity on human creature,
With thy touch their souls become pure
sitting on the shrine in the lap of nature.
‘Deities of Heaven’ pray before ye to
operate the generation.
The water of “Prachi” river washes thy
feet for ever without hesitation.
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One's Beliefs
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.
And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted
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Sometimes That Is Drastic
Raised to believe...
If they wished reality not to exist,
They could ignore it away!
Or kneel on knees to pray to false symbols
And/or deities with their likenesses
And ask 'them' to remove reality
Out of their way.
Since they can not fathom,
Those they have chosen
To defame by slander,
To 'be' and 'speak' of truth!
They actually hold them responsible...
For their quality of life,
Crumbling slowly in decay!
And nothing about their existence,
Is based on having a consciousness.
With morals, respect or concern conveyed!
And complaints of the artificialness of it...
They beg of their 'god' to keep it that way!
But the GOD who has created them...
Has always been about change!
And sometimes that is drastic.
At most times that change comes...
And no longer can be delayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Celebration Of A Holiday
Yes I am a veteran,
Of a life given that is well experienced.
And on Memorial Day,
I think of my parents, grandparents...
And lives of my ancestors also veterans,
Of living lives in the doing for others.
My mind on this day,
Is not only on those who sacrificed their lives...
Wearing a uniform to serve time in the military.
I think of those who have sacrificed their lives,
For beliefs kept many today take for granted...
Just to eat and drink in celebration of a holiday.
Only to be glad to spend time away,
From a regular routine.
Yes I am a veteran,
Of a life given that is well experienced.
And on Memorial Day,
I think of my parents, grandparents...
And lives of my ancestors also veterans,
Of living lives in the doing for others.
And the doing for others many who have passed on,
And done...
Should on this day be always remembered.
And as far as wars, destruction and the loss of life goes?
There is nothing about the act of it that is worthy of celebration.
However...
The showing of an appreciation is a more honorable expression,
Than the rushing to feed one's greed as a priority...
To prove a loyalty in the doing of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wanna Know Who The Father Is
Dark rewrite of the classic love song, I Wanna Know What Love Is
I don't need no more time
No more time to think it over
Too late
I've already read between the lines
Not gonna wait till he's older
Ohhhh, oo oh oh oh oh oh
Now this mountain together we will climb
Alone I will no longer carry this burdren on my shoulders
Through the clouds of your lies
I have seen you lose your angel's shine
Nothing now can keep me warm
As my love for you grows colder
In our lives you have created heartache and pain
I honestly don't think I can ever look at you the same again
Can't go back now, you've taken us all too far
To change this new lonely life
I wanna know who the father is
I demand that you tell me
I want you to spill just who the....is
I think it's time you know
You can no longer con me
I'm only gonna give you a little more time
A little more time to own up to me
You've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like finally the truth has been leaked to me
In our lives you have created heartache and pain
I honestly don't think I can ever look at you the same again
Can't go back now, you've taken us all too far
To change this new lonely life
I wanna know who the father is
I demand that you tell me
I want you to spill just who the....is
I think it's time you know
You can no longer con me
I wanna know who the real father is
I demand that you tell me
Who's the heel?
Who sealed the deal?
I wanna know who the real father is
Yes, sweetheart I finally know all these years you lied to me
Let's talk about the father
I wanna know who he really is
The one you took inside
I demand that you tell me
If you want even the smallest chance at saving our love
I wanna know who the real father is
Darling, no longer can you hide
Better just tell me
I wanna know who the real father is
Let's talk about the father
I demand that you tell me
We're gonna have our little girl tested too
I wanna know what the truth really is
And you should know, baby you should know
You can no longer con me
I want to know who the real father is
I demand to know
I want you to tell me his name and show me a picture
Lady, you best tell me who he is
Before I take you to divorce court tomorrow
2009 Ramona Thompson
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Making This A Rule Communicated
There are times when it does pay,
To be of a different kind of mind.
With an offering that expands...
Choices unexpectedly for some to find.
Few today are dedicated.
And show themselves to be elated,
With an awakening everyday anticipating...
Love to witness and joy that is shared.
Choosing they do to move from moods to prove,
That...
Everyone has a choice to improve or change their tune,
And...
Dump excuses made with attitudes to refuse.
With...
A shooing them to the curb to boot.
There are those who choose to move from moods to prove,
That...
Everyone has a choice to improve or change their tune.
And...
Dump excuses made with attitudes to refuse.
With...
A shooing them to the curb to boot.
And...
Making this a rule communicated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cracks of Foundations
She's a woman.
And he is black.
Republicans and democrats...
Fighting to decide,
Who lacks what...
As conditions continue,
To slide into a nose dive.
A pettiness is revealed...
That exposes the cracks,
Of foundations...
Crumbling around us,
As these 'leaders'...
Freely each other attack!
Racist views in a land that is mixed.
Should not exist nor produce conflicts.
But all that this shows,
Is a selfishness that has become bloated...
And overdosed as publicly noted.
With a need to see who's greed,
Will succeed...
To turn what had been great,
To a serving of crumbled toast...
Disributed upon broken plates.
To feed the demonic who salivate!
And only then it seems...
Those with this need will boast!
And how sick can they be,
To willfully lead a fading empire...
With this mental disease!
To float aloft with ego eased...
Licking lips dipped with spitted quips,
And displaying such shallowed valor!
As all sit and observe,
Such a disturbing tragedy!
And the signs are around,
No longer hidden and easily found...
That God is not at all with us pleased!
And He is on the verge,
To bring us all to our knees!
Showing us our 'cancerous' ways...
Are devices He neither wishes,
Or this world He has created needs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Great Houdini
All dressed up
And nowhere to go
I think I'm taking this trip alone
Thirty seconds till I pass
The questions you will never ask
Your regrets will haunt you
You know I never had to
But I'm saving myself from you
And did you notice anything?
The change is me
Now it's safe to say
You will change your ways
I went to your house
But you weren't home
I'm sure you conveniently shut off your phone
I don't think that I'll ever be
The person that you want of me
When all that I can think about
It's you I have to figure out
But I'm saving myself from you
And did you notice anything
The change is me
Now it's safe to say
You will never change your ways
You would give up anything
To prove your point
There's nothing left to say
You will never change your ways
I'm saving myself from you
Yeah I'm saving myself from you
All dressed up
And nowhere to go
I think I'm taking this trip alone
Did you notice anything?
That changes me?
Now it's safe to say
You will never change your ways
You would give up anything
To prove your point
There's nothing left to say
You will never change your ways
song performed by by New Found Glory from Sticks And Stones
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Deity Of Deities
DEITY OF DEITIES
VAVROO VAHANA PATRA
Mother Mahamaya Devee Durga
Appears on Earth on Saptamee day Of Autumn
Beauteous is that dawn.
Devotees chant the Mother’s name
delightfully and prostrate at Her feet.
Children play with delight;
Devotees assemble before the altar,
under the Sun God’s cosy light.
The Mother listens to the pleas
of all, and satisfies their desires.
Poets too chant Mother’s name
with devotion and depict her great beauty.
The mother is the Deity of Deities, Supreme.
The Mother’s heart is soft and cosy,
She comes to shower love and affection
on all Devotees seeking her protection.
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Let What's To Be...Be!
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove...
To those who approve.
Just...
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto endlessly.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold every single belief.
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove.
Just...
Don't be rude.
Be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold beliefs.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold all your beliefs.
Be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you.
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The Fake Friend Is At It Again.
I keep hearing these fake promises from fake friends.
Who needs them.
Stop lying.
Just exactly what are you trying to prove and to whom.
Next time your bored text somebody else.
Stop wasting my time with all the insincere pleasantries.
Like you actually care.
Do you now?
And do you think I do?
She kicked you out again didn't she.
You need a place to stay.
Oh but I'm suppose get you out of there.
I don't think so, not on my dime you must be out of your freaking mind.
I'm just not that interested in those who can't help themselves or admit the truth.
Your loss is not my problem.
Your created your mess so fix it.
I haven't spoken you in months, in fact I have been completely ignoring you.
To me I make it as if you don't even exist.
I pay more attention the garbage truck driving by then you.
A very long time ago I use to call you a friend.
But now I know better.
Your talk is cheap.
Your lies cost you steep.
Your a narcissist I just don't need.
A leech sucking the life out what ever you can.
Can I bum another dollar and some change for another beer, if you don't I'll just steal it from the money my girlfriend has been saving up for my kid.
Your one big guilt trip.
And I just don't feel that sorry for you.
Sit at home and play video games.
A claim to have mental disease so you don't have watch your very own kid.
Get a grip.
Get hold of yourself.
Come to back to the planet earth if you still can.
In till you do I'm just not talking you.
It is that simple.
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Given To Those They See Fit
People take from others...
And tell them what is theirs,
And what is not!
Promote fear they do,
In the hearts of descendents of crooks.
Who have been taught to receive,
And protect their ill gains with weapons.
But those 'deities' unseen,
Aren't pleased by the demeaning!
This thief of treasures all belong to them.
Given to those they see fit.
Those loyal in their 'faith'...
And yet victims of this greed that exists.
Unknown to us but 'they' are all knowing.
Those 'souls' invisible observing this!
From dimensions about to blend...
To end actions of misfits!
We are now in the midst...
Of a shift in consciousness.
And those with eyes open wide,
Will have nothing to decide.
Or divide between them.
Or pride to recapture waning myths...
On failed foundations splitting to bits.
This will be witnessed,
In unique transitions!
To seal lips of falsified claims.
And a ceasing comes...
To dismiss oppositions!
There will be no exchange,
Of medals to award to those of valor,
Or standing ovations...
Applauding those of shame with fame!
A crushing of values,
Maintained on shaking ground...
Comes!
And will not sustain those exposed,
Holding onto worthless treasures they prize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption
Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.
If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.
My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is This 'Image
What is this 'image'
We have been blessed to reflect?
If we are not, indeed...
Born into a physicality,
From a spiritual realm...
Where deities of power,
Reign over our every step.
What is this 'image'
That the Sun feeds,
And the Moon all fluids direct.
What are we and who is it...
We pray to and confess.
What is this 'image'
We have been blessed to reflect?
If we are not, indeed...
Born into a physicality,
From a spiritual realm...
Where deities of power,
Reign over our every step.
It is much more complexed,
Than our perceptions and concepts.
If we are an experiment,
Of a divine test.
And...
Why do some seem to pass with flying colors?
And some of us can not digest.
Or comprehend,
That message yet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nature's Commodities
Are you not?
Am I not?
What have we both forgot?
Nothing upon this Earth we see...
Is without meaning.
A purpose has been dropped.
We have not picked that up.
Stopping to perceive,
We are deities of royalty.
Deciding who is better.
But like leaves that fall from trees...
We are nature's commodities.
And if you delight in the bleeding of another's blight...
Your blight will come to be believed.
In a way you would not for yourself conceive.
But it comes.
What nature discards,
Will be ours to witness as its received!
Are you not?
Am I not?
What have we both forgot?
Nothing upon this Earth we see...
Is without meaning.
A purpose has been dropped.
We have not picked that up.
Stopping to perceive,
We are deities of royalty.
And those crowns can not be worn better,
Than the breath of life assisted by trees.
Without them our disgust with each other...
We would not be allowed to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Phyllis
Phyllis! why should we delay
Pleasures shorter than the day?
Can we (which we never can)
Stretch our lives beyond their span,
Beauty like a shadow flies,
And our youth before us dies.
Or, would youth and beauty stay,
Love has wings, and will away.
Love has swifter wings than Time;
Change in love to heaven doth climb.
Gods, that never change their state,
Vary oft their love and hate.
Phyllis! to this truth we owe
All the love betwixt us two.
Let not you and I inquire
What has been our past desire;
On what shepherds you have smiled,
Or what nymphs I have beguiled;
Leave it to the planets too,
What we shall hereafter do;
For the joys we now may prove,
Take advice of present love.
poem by Edmund Waller
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America In Turmoil
this country has gotten out of hand-its time for americans to take
a stand.-we let petroleum prices rule our lives.
and change the way we live.-now its time for the politicians to give.
the same way that the north and south joined forces
to become a nation.
it is time for democrats and republicans to become one.
and help the people get out from under the gun.
unity is what we need right now-but its nowheres to be found.
president bush took the oath-and made this country
his escape goat.
he took ameica to a war that was in civil strife
and had americans lose their lives.
now! he is pulling out the large profitering companies
from a hole that they created.
and used the publics money for their own personal greed.
and then says they're in need.
get rid of the ones who created this mess-let obama take the test.
if this country is in poverty-it is time to be set free.
poem by Louis Rams
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Falsely Applied Devotion
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
They still point their fingers,
To pick out weirdos and freaks.
Those they consider different from them.
And those folks are hardly uptight.
Those folks picked sleep peacefully at night.
They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
And everything around them has begun to sink.
As their hypocritical lives lived...
Shows cracks in foundations,
And with their beliefs on the brink.
But still they think of themselves as better than others.
And nothing they can show with evidence can prove this one bit!
Since the medications they take everyday faithfully...
Can not with falsely applied devotion just be prayed away.
Nor can their evils be hidden in masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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