From the Watchful Eyes of God
My advice?
I am not one to give it.
Since it is not my expertise.
But I will offer a suggestion,
I hope you do not question!
Since it is my observation.
Anyone making decisions to select someone,
To become prey of slander being done.
With character assassinations...
To defame with false accusations.
Hoping to impede worthy deeds,
With an unconscious evilness that succeeds.
Should evaluate the depth and permanence,
Of the circumstances...
Once implemented they can not circumvent,
With calls of forgiveness a regretful mind...
In time,
Will not let one forget!
Some folks will pretend,
Such actions against them does not offend.
However...
Those who are victimized,
Are never far away...
From the watchful eyes of God!
And He, She or It will not legitimize these actions,
By ignoring them as innocent fits of fancy.
No matter how deep a deceit of cloaking goes!
Something will be done,
To affect the lives of those who choose darkness
To impose...
Such sinister actions dressed,
Masquerading in pious clothes.
Disguised as sheep...
Baring fangs of demons to wolf,
Under choral robes!
Their souls are not veiled at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Ironic
What goes through the mind,
That spends time undermining others?
And what is discovered,
Once they find themselves entrapped...
By their own evil deeds?
Who do they go to?
To plead for forgiveness?
Especially when they have lead,
The character assassinations.
And one of the ones they chose to slander...
Becomes the one who controls their needs.
How ironic would that be?
To look into the eyes...
Of the one who is aware,
You were the one...
That made attempts,
To harm and circumvent...
With a life filled with despair!
How would you feel...
If someone like that,
You knew had stabbed you in the back?
And the opportunity comes to return the favor.
Would you have fun?
Doing to them what they have done?
Or...
Would you recognize,
Their souls will never find rest?
And it would be best...
To leave them in their anguish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angels Masquerading
When one lives in a den of demons,
Why is there an expectation...
To hear angelic voices?
Or believe those limping from wounds,
Are preparing for marathon races.
Once a healing begins,
And the demons have been identified...
Why are there those who still lie to themselves,
That the ones baring their fangs,
And wearing sheepskin in disguise...
Are really angels masquerading their lives?
A den of demons...
IS,
A den of demons!
Whether visiting or observing.
Or condoning it...
As a place to call home.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clear Karmic Debt
Some people use the phrase Born Again
to justify their actions
before their mean action begins.
They can justify actions like never before
but their mean actions can't be ignored.
For every action there is karma at stake
you will experience the same experience
likewise which you did create.
Everyone is accountable for their actions
no matter how small—
if you transgressed and hurt another
send them blessing least of all.
Or say your "Sorry" and give them a hug
it doesn't matter if you are not a thug.
So clear your karmic debt—
rethink through your actions
to live with no future regrets.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 14,2012
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Performing new actions
I am a human being
I can perform new actions
And in performing new actions
I can reap the fruits of deeds
Of earlier lives.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Actions Are Sentiments' Verity
Words are but mere lexicon, actions are sentiments' verity;
Where words may serve merely to confound, actions bring clarity;
Actions are the truth, to which words may only portend-
Actions make real, what was once only pretend.
Do not tell me, show me-then I will know;
Do not say you love me, allow the love you profess, to show!
Words tell a story of intentions, actions are their proof-
Do not express a desire for ardor, then remain aloof!
Would you believe I love you if I told you, or more if I show you! ?
After all we have been through, this proof is the least I owe you.
I utter no words before my actions are taken or readied-
I express no sentiment before my heart is inspired and steadied;
When I say 'I love you', it is affirmation of the actions I am willing to take;
When I say 'I love you', it is proof of the sacrifices I am willing to make!
poem by Maurice Harris
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WHO And WHAT Implemented This
How can anyone think or believe,
They could distance themselves...
From actions their own children take,
That provokes others with disrespect...
To then proclaim they are not responsible,
For those actions their children have learned...
From behind walls where they were first taught.
To then take those lessons beyond their own backyards?
With a doing done to create for others havoc!
Is the First Amendment that diverse?
WHO and WHAT,
Inspired with encouragement their transgressions?
With beliefs to violate others is okay?
And with rights that entitles them to do it their way.
From WHERE was this thoughtlessness generated?
WHO and WHAT implemented this in their minds,
To have those who should be accountable...
Find someone else to blame!
And with accusations that dismisses their teachings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Justified Actions
Justified actions!
No matter who finds them offensive.
Or who they are against to offend.
Are done and expected to be condoned,
By any and everyone.
And that is the attitude,
By the doer that is shown.
Although physically grown...
A mentality is vacant.
And does not show a sign of respect,
Is near or will approach anytime soon.
Justified actions!
Even when videotape is supplied...
Folks become defensive,
And try to deny
What is seen by the eyes!
And expect to be...
And get,
Excused!
And some wonder why,
A harshness comes when describing them...
As fools!
However...
It seems to be an appropriate fit,
By those who have experienced...
The reality and not the romanticized version,
Of their ways and this existence!
Protected,
From scutiny...
And truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Don't Possess The Balls!
Many make false claims,
To sensationalize their own lives.
They use others as decoys,
To hide and mask their own insecurities.
With backstabbings.
Character assassinations.
Malicious gossip and innuendo.
And familiar deceit and lies!
People like you and me,
Are singled out and victimized.
Why?
Because that is easier for someone to do,
When they don't possess the balls!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let me have my own cross! ! !
Let me carry my own cross,
on thy shoulder, not pause,
Let me have my own crown,
Lord, enough of that frown,
I am a soul, full of Karma,
on thy stage, no more drama,
everything visible very apt,
my ignorance and pride,
my evilness and wickedness.
I am a coward to pass it on,
I am a fool to believe it fun,
I am not innocent,
when my heart is dark,
I am not good,
when my mind is full of fog,
I am not sincere,
when my actions are deceitful,
I am a traitor,
when I betray thy rules.
Let me carry my own cross,
cross of my actions false.
Let me have my own crown,
an arrogant crown, full of poking iron,
Let me drink the soured acid,
acid to neutralize my weak base,
Let me have my own cross,
which is made of feather and floss.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Why Do They Waste Such Time?
I was called a fool to offend.
And when that did not happen,
Since I ignored them...
It was then stated I felt I was better.
As if I was 'entitled' to be respected.
And I thought if my actions were not accepted...
Why do they waste such time?
And these are the folks who have provoked themselves,
Out of their own minds.
You know the kind?
Those with hopes to find someone who is worthy,
To inflict their mental illness.
And kill ambitions that weren't reflected,
In the spreading of expected dirt!
Why do they waste such time?
When in my mind my life has always been mine!
And not programmed to self destruct.
Something that addicts them.
And they can not give that up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All governments in all wars have used all the means at their disposal to put their own motives, decisions and actions, and the actions of their military forces, in the best possible light.
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In Our Individual Lives
What happens in our individual lives,
Does not seem to have the same affect on others...
Quite as emotionally.
In fact a lack of concern can be attributed to their actions.
Until something similar happens to them.
And that's when those near anf far will hear accusations,
About the less caring people show and do for others.
With little history of their own ever being shown individually.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human Resposibility
When will the members of the human race
help to make this world into a better place?
Because lately it seems to be getting worse
as if it is under some kind of damned curse.
Most of what we hear these days is bad news!
It’s almost as if there’s nothing else to choose.
The good we have all known belongs to the past
and so the present or future is viewed as aghast.
The actions all people do give an indication of that
regardless of any good ideological debate or chat.
The transition of ideas and thoughts to actions or deeds
is just like the sowing of a future crop by planting seeds.
If the seeds used are of a poor quality it will matter much
even though more time is spent cultivating them by touch.
That’s why it’s better to do things properly right from the start
as time brooding over what could have been won’t help in part.
poem by George Krokos
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One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Inexcusable
When someone has lost credibility,
At the high price paid...
Using the expensive cost,
To betray with deceit laid.
It becomes difficult to sit and sip tea again,
With those who are known...
To do anything to win,
Their own defeat with bleakness gained.
And there is no satisfaction that comes...
Acknowledging those who have chosen,
To have their sheep clothing
Tailored to disguise their wolf eyes.
This will still show...
Once the focus has expose them,
For what is in their hearts!
And that tea will never be as sweet again to sip.
Those who deceive,
Pay a price they do not believe.
And no one cares to hear them beg for forgiveness.
There is something that one does,
And how that is done...
That stays inexcusable.
'How come you didn't tell me I was backstabbing you?
We could have sat and talked about it.
I didn't realize my actions done,
You would come to personalize! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Smile Has Left Me
My smile has left me, gone it is with my 'innocence'!
Why then, may I ask you, have I suffered the only consequence?
How then are you now? And our family- well I hope?
Able to now know how to rationalize your actions in order to cope?
I am the 'love of your life'- none other has achieved this height!
Why then do you choose fear and deceit, ignoring love's might?
Do you not know that if guilt were present- your cause would be just?
Instead, you have espoused lies and omissions, nothing true- know you must!
The fates are perturbed with you, as we now are not near!
Their ethereal screams of displeasure- the whole world must hear!
Lost in all of this is the juxtaposition of victimization-
You have assumed this role as part of your rationization!
The parable! ? When you choose to cry wolf, and cry it loud-
Be certain you are on the side of truth- that motives ulterior do not shroud!
Maurice Harris,6 January 2008
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Ultimately, your state of mind determines your circumstances. To realize the outcomes you want, it is critical to recognize and experience the transition from our present thoughts, habits, and actions to new thoughts, habits, and actions.
quote by Darren L. Johnson
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Nip The Evil Intents
Oh Friend! To avoid shameful disgrace,
And earn favours in the Mighty Court,
Nip off the evil intents in the bud,
Lest they should assume the shape of words,
Which might take up the form of actions,
Actions become the character whole,
And the character bears instant catastrophe,
Bitter, painful and certainly tormenting.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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(Murder Poem) Shades Of Black
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I was abandon as a child.
I'm alone as a man.
The goodness of the damned.
Oh how I wish I had a plan.
Something set in stone.
With many regrets I walk this life feeling like a reject.
A failure all on my own.
I don't need no help from you never did.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
Their is poison in the water.
Their is treachery afoot.
Oh Oh just come look.
The blood has been spilt and they have no clue I did it you.
I don't even care if they did.
I'll take as many I can.
When everything has gone so wrong.
Sitting staring out the window with a revolver in you in hand.
What choices are left?
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
A nightmare of solutions unfold.
Each bloody as the next.
How can you ever truly live with it.
Settling for only second best.
The black knight ego's of arrogance.
Tunnel vision fills his eyes.
All he's after is the prize.
I doesn't matter who gets hurt on his way to it.
With deliverance I give you pain.
A message from someone who truly insane.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
And it is time for my greatest attack.
As if anyone should be proud of such a thing.
The sweat pours off my brow as I become the butcher of butchers.
A dissection of a living to dead body.
Someone help this man, oh please anybody.
The urges to kill won't stop.
They are all hes got.
Taking out all his sexual frustrations.
These escalation will only continue.
They will not just die.
Or move on to a paradise behind the next dawn.
No matter how hard I try.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I feel nothing no more.
I don't know why.
I wish I could fix myself tonight.
I wish I could embrace love once again.
But wishes are nothing but useless thoughts.
The futility of the evil creature I am.
Hated by everyone.
So foul have I become.
A disease that can never be done.
Just kill me now.
To save so many.
Promise me, make your vow.
Cause I won't go down quietly.
I fight it for as long I can.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Held Accountable
We all are held accountable
On the things we do in our life
From the deeds we do, and the words we say
And from the actions that we leave behind.
As our paths they cannot be forgotten
Nor the walks or the steps we have taken
And the things we done or felt or said
They will become the future that we have been making.
As a rock that is tossed into the ocean
And as it hits upon it’s surface
The ripple effect for that rock has began
Then later we will see its effect and its purpose.
And we too are all held accountable
As that is the way that it should be,
From the things we done and the words we said
As that will become part of our history.
We all are held accountable
For our endeavors that became our past
And should we not also be made to stand up and own
All our actions and deeds that formed and shaped our life.
We must stand up and accept our past
As that is the way that it truly should be
So we can't run or even hide away
Like life, that is our destiny.
As one day we all will be held accountable
From the deeds and actions that we have done
So we must be prepared to accept them all
As like from death, from it we cannot run.
So watch the steps that you do take
And think closely on the path you do choose
As that will be the destiny you chose for yourself
And one day it will come back to visit you.
Randy L. McClave
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