Fictitiousness of Our Convictions
An environment created,
Has spurned much heated debate.
In investigations...
Solicited by allegations,
And revealed are findings of travesties,
Decreed by double standards...
Fostered and sanctioned by hypocrisy!
Democracy this isn't.
Although it feeds the blind,
To breed lifestyles declined!
Christianity and 'faith' healers...
Encourage a flourishing,
To defeat those already down!
As an escalation of defamations,
Of goodwill...
Is smeared and spread around!
Dumbfounding those with high expectations.
Those reviewing blueprints,
Underground and in darkness.
And devalued in shallowness,
Are wishes for peace to prevail!
With covert intentions...
Done to undermind,
Anyone defiant of what is assailed!
As we become more suspicious,
Of those with sound minds who dismiss us...
And wish the fictitiousness of our convictions,
Would disappear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Escalation 666
Black you stripped me
Reveal me the secrets of your pain - painful lies?
Life itself that feeds your wisdom
Almost everyday you put yourself high on a shelf
Whatever you do, wherever you go
Never turn my back on you
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Shadows on the wall
Darkness is spreading
I warm my hands on the flames of lies
In vain I scream against the wind
They don't understand my last testament
Escalation 666
Escalation 666
Deceit and malice
Every smile hides betrayal and greed, Hypocrisy
We've been like brothers
Now I hold out my hands to a bloodless soul
Refrn
song performed by by Helloween
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blind Faith
(09/19/11)
I was always taught that JESUS CHRIST was a Jew.
Then there is a question that I must ask of you.
If he was a Jew- did he have a bar-mitzvah?
Or was he just put on this earth
So Christianity could give birth?
At the age of twelve he sat down
with rabbi’s and teachers
For this was the way that he would reach us.
His cousin JOHN THE BAPTIST
Was baptizing people with water.
Was this the first step of GODS orders?
Questions such as these will always arise
But I know he’s always by my side.
Christianity was born on blind faith
Most get it early - while others get it late.
This blind faith is passed down from
Generation to generation
This has become our salvation.
Unlike scientist who only believe in what
Can be seen and what can be proven, they ask
How can blind faith keep one moving.
Now JESUS is but one man
Yet his face is in every land.
There is not one person in any religion
Known more than CHRIST.
It makes you think - not once but twice.
This is how fast Christianity has spread
That he is known world wide
And on blind faith we do rely.
As for GOD there is only one
And he gave us his only son.
poem by Louis Rams
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Not One To Encourage A Response, However...
People in hiding,
With beliefs their unspoken intentions...
'Should' be understood.
Are finding themselves,
Alone with their misguided perceptions.
And there is just too much evidence,
That immaturity accepted to nourish...
Flourishes the environment,
With the presence of too many latrent fools...
Doing the best they can to escape,
From the accountability of their actions.
And people blame the children,
For the boisterous disrespect and ignorance.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Can the minds of today,
Address the depth of a shallowness expressed.
And accept this as a reflection of themselves...
As if to take pride in the reality of their social dysfunctions.
And pretend this existence is clear and free of normalcy.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Hasn't it been time that those delusional find,
Truth in themselves...
As a gift and nothing one has to fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remove It From Your Mind
Does the shallowness,
Of one with a fickled soul show...
If it is announced to another,
How much a missing of one's presence is...
After many years has come to go,
Without a sign of contact.
Or...
Should the one who has been contacted,
Not be suspicious of this act at all.
If the one proclaiming to have done the missing...
Responds to an email sent 'eleven' years ago,
And did not express this in a telephone call.
'Well,
My opinion is this...
That person isn't too high,
On a priority list.
And a confession made,
After that length of time has come to go away...
I wouldn't be suspicious.
I would remove it from my mind to dismiss this quick.'
Hypothetically speaking?
'Hypothetically speaking or not.
People like that are into themselves.
People like that are thoughtless and should be dropped.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Supreme and Divine
There are many with undying wishes,
To play God.
To do it better than God has done.
As if all life orbits around them.
And they are the Moon, Stars and Sun.
There are many who believe they are here to rule.
To set standards and label others as fools.
To take resources from others and do as they wish.
To tell others how they should live.
And how to exist!
There are those who create their own sicknesses.
And spread them to inflict the less suspicious.
Those who are quick to become blinded...
By an overdose of hypnosis.
While in a worship of devotion and faith,
To objects made!
And symbols and myths believed to depict God!
And 'that' energy is too Supreme and Divine to recreate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Redeem The Time # 2
Tibetan immolations, African starvations,
you dont care cause you dont feel.
blackened faces, disappear without traces,
while you take what you can steal.
fallen dictators, well armed haters,
you propped up and took down.
call it democracy, i call it hypocrisy!
you've lost what cant be found!
why's the truth so hard to find?
feels like the blind leading the blind.
just give us shelter, and peace of mind,
give us tomorrow, redeem the time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Qualified To Do
The only thing that qualifies most who are not scutinized,
Are looks of images created to project and portray...
What is wished to be perceived and believed.
And unfortunately for others who are microscoped,
Competence, looks and intelligence together,
Are rarely in the mix when images are created...
To meet expectations that rely on accountability.
This just doesn't happen when folks seek mediocrity.
Since it isn't publicly revealed,
Only images are sought to appeal.
People of intelligence present threats to the status quo!
And although those who prefer to go unchallenged,
Are often the ones selecting image over substance...
To address their standards that are valued,
They are often given an attention to debate...
Without reason,
Why their insults placed upon responsible folks...
Should merit a listening to their fault finding.
The only real thing image seekers are qualified to do!
And insist with persistence their 'senses' are common.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brazen In The Sun
Brazen sometimes.
Accountable all times.
But you will never find me,
Absent from my mission!
And that has been defined.
So there is no need for you to help me,
Find my way.
Just get out of it!
My way is mine!
No wishes do I have to be escorted.
I have found what feeds my appetite.
After spending countless sleepless nights...
With discouragements and disappointments,
I have overcome.
If you must think of me as being harsh...
A little heated with a bit of a peppered tongue?
Do it!
I will never show you shallowness.
I am not that one!
I know what I need,
For me to get what needs done!
Think of me as you will.
Whatever it is you may see in me...
It's me! Who I am!
I'm moving forward...
Not to backtrack!
This path I walk!
And I will do that...
Brazen in the Sun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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J'adore the underground
Underground,
London is awake, the city is moving,
Business is created.
underground,
Love is in the air,
Children are born, one up, one down
London is buzzing.
Underground, underground,
People meet, chat, laugh,
Get acquainted, start walking
Passion is created.
Underground, underground
Take me around, show me all the places
That I haven’t found.
Underground, take me to the airport
London is connected.
Underground, underground
Modern technology, old wisdom
Schools are open, universities are visited.
Underground, take me home, mind the gap,
you keep moving all seasons.
Underground without you, London is like sun without ammunition.
You keep London moving, motivated.
Underground, underground
J'adore you.
poem by Lucia Domingos Fula
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Let's Choose Another Location
You must give me more time!
Why have I not responded,
To your false allegations...
And slanderous accusations?
Well...
Honestly?
A few of them I actually like!
My staff and I are reviewing which ones,
Are the most devious.
As soon as we have chosen them,
We will contact you to let you know...
Those we feel will present the better fight!
And next Tuesday after our debate...
Let's choose another location for dinner.
It has been determined that place is too public,
And we must keep up this hatred thing...
At least until after the elections!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the principles that run against your deepest convictions begin to win the day, then the battle is your calling, and peace has become sin. You must at the price of dearest peace lay your convictions bare before friend and enemy with all the fire of your faith.
quote by Abraham Kuyper
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Suspicious Look In Your Eyes
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Youve got that suspicious look in your eyes
Youve got that suspicious look in your eyes
Somehow at times I read your mind
You just float in a cloud above me
Youve no control of what you say
And no faith in the things that I do
If I question you
Its not because Im prying
I give you my best
So why dont you start trying
We used to act and think alike
No regrets after things that wed done
Youre changing all your thoughts of me
Youve no right to put me down this way
I believe in you
So it seems worth trying
You sound so sincere
But when I look at you
Youve got that suspicious look in your eyes
Youve got that suspicious look in your eyes
Break
At times I think it seems so clear
But your eyes plague my mind, its no use
They pierce, they glare, they seem to stare
If they spoke what a story theyd tell
I believe in you
So it seems worth trying
You sound so sincere
But when I look at you
Youve got that suspicious look in your eyes
Youve got that suspicious look in your eyes
Youve got that suspicious look in your eyes
Youve got that suspicious look in your eyes
song performed by by Hollies
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Brook of the Sahara
Through the Sahara a babbling brook flows,
With its announcing sound heard firsthand.
Its inquiring voice the receptive ear knows,
Whether in the days past since God created man,
Has ever such a flourishing sight arose?
This is the renewing of the face of the land,
By which the spirit of man lifts and grows.
Our God has created this by His divine trade,
A master expertise only He can possess.
No other substance existed until this God made,
A creation out of His substance and uniqueness.
This flowing brook can no longer be delayed,
Moving from the east of heaven to the west,
It feeds tree growth giving soothing shade.
Under the trees the smith blows on red hot coals.
He forms an instrument and cools it for human doer,
And heavenward the immediate puff of steam rolls.
And on from man the brook moves for the frontier,
Perfecting in its way the life God so nobly molds.
Continuing on inquiring of every receptive ear,
Has ever been seen this sight man now beholds?
May righteousness dropp down from the sky,
To renew God's divine creation He designed
From His holy throne in heaven on high.
Let this flourishing marvelous sight be refined,
As this babbling brook goes rushing by.
Continuing to inquire of every perceptive mind,
Has ever such a flourishing sight appealed an eye.
poem by Albert Price
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Too Much Has Been Revealed
A renewal of beliefs to review to meet,
Ingredients now fed to eat is much needed.
An obscruity of that which had been valued,
Blocks steps on paved roads now used today.
Updating of standards is more specific than wished.
Too much has been revealed.
Too much has been revealed.
What was 'then' thought and taught as reality,
Has come to cast shadows on that which had existed.
Too much has been revealed.
Overwhelmed are those attempting to restrict themselves,
To lives lived in limitations.
Too much has been revealed.
A transformation is in progress.
And will not cease by those wishing with ease...
To have it swept away in defeat to critique it with ratings.
To place its significance with a label that stays.
Too much...
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Of Being Selective
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And the expense of being selective...
Is difficult if one is on a fixed income.
And so tiresome it becomes,
To have meaningless conversations...
With those who have chosen,
To stay mentally limited.
And threatened they are by anyone,
Who possesses a thought process.
It's not that I am negative.
It just seems too exhausting,
To have high expectations...
When those choices are diminished,
Within one's environment.
And a stretching of an imagination,
A painful undertaking whenever it is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When In Rome
When in Rome,
One should adjust to do...
Those activities that Romans choose.
It is not one's place,
To advocate...
What IS or IS NOT acceptable.
Or in poor taste.
When 'not' in Rome...
And that visit of condoning,
Has been left behind and alone...
There is no obligated need,
To continue to feed those traditions.
And 'when' one finds it comforting,
To do what one wishes in one's own home...
That's when it is best to profess and address one's beliefs.
With a feeling,
If one so desires...
To dismiss what is not suitable or fits.
In one's 'own' environment.
With no debate or argument to invite about this.
When 'not' in Rome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suspicios Minds
We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And be can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die
When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Suspicious Minds
We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby.
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say ?
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds.
So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes ?
Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying.
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds.
Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die.
When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah
song performed by by Texas
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Let us be about setting high standards for life, love, creativity, and wisdom. If our expectations in these areas are low, we are not likely to experience wellness. Setting high standards makes every day and every decade worth looking forward to.
quote by Greg Anderson
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