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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Pride Of Man
Turn around,
go back down,
back the way you came,
Can't you see that flash of fire ten times brighter than the day?
And behold a mighty city broken in the dust again,
Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
Turn around,
go back down,
back the way you came,
Babylon is laid to waste, Egypt's buried in her shame,
The mighty men are all beaten down, their kings are fallen in the ways,
Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
Turn around,
go back down,
back the way you came,
Terror is on every side, lo our leaders are dismayed.
For those who place their faith in fire, their faith in fire shall be
repaid,
Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
Turn around,
go back down,
back the way you came,
And shout a warning unto the nation that the sword of God is raised.
Yes, Babylon, that mighty city, rich in treasures, wide in fame,
Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
The meek shall cause your tower to fall, make of you a pyre of flame,
Oh you who dwell on many waters, rich in treasures, wide in fame.
you bow unto your God of gold, your pride of might shall be a shame,
For only God can lead His people back unto the Earth again.
Oh God, Pride of Man, broken in the dust again.
A Holy mountain be restored, and mercy on that people, that people
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Lost Treasures
In an instant, all can vanish
For none can hold on to these
The tangible things we cherish
Like sand from our hands released.
Treasures of this earth so fleeting
A temporary worth they hold
Lost in fire, water, or shaking
They always leave us in the cold.
Real treasures lost in age
Man's faith and love for fellowmen
Replaced by greed and violent rage
Taking from one, whatever they can.
Lost treasures are human values
Perseverance, Hope, and Honor -
Dignity in work and Patience,
Love for all, whatever their color.
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Madoff
“A Liar, A Cheat, A Thief” his epitaph will no doubt read.
He made off with many dreams in his convulsions of greed.
Not caring for his victims, he squandered their treasures;
What he made off them never satiated his lust for pleasures.
The sadness of such a sick man’s need to only take and receive…
He made off with their faith; the consummate reason to grieve.
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Naked As a Jaybird Observing Them Blued
It's falling apart...
Quicker than their suspicions,
Can point fingers.
It's falling apart...
Quicker than Chicken Little can seek shelter!
Quicker than a lie can leave deceiving lips.
And they are in denial still.
Defending it,
With looks that could kill!
As truth stands in front of them...
Naked,
As a Jaybird.
Observing them blued...
From all of their useless squawking!
It's falling apart.
Those secrets glued by delusions.
It's falling apart.
Backstage antics revealing tactics,
Of backstabbings done and other tricks...
By hallucinating misfits,
Exposing their slick sickness.
It's falling apart.
Foundations with cracks avoided,
Now attacking!
And even at the start of this...
Some chose not to dismiss,
Their evilness!
And now this bites them in their rears!
As they run...
With their hands upon covered ears...
Stumbling to crawl to protect,
Clouded eyes full with tears.
And this they can not witness.
Since this begins to break all hearts!
Knowing everything they've touched,
Begins to fall apart!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bolt of Lightening
The big split,
Lifts a veil with fresh testaments.
Religious beliefs,
Are about to take a shift.
Foundations created on myths,
Begin the start of drifting apart.
And a questioning consciousness,
Breaks away from crumbling limits.
Visions seen with clear eyes,
Realize in our skies...
Other life forms are in it.
And those observant,
Are not at all...
Surprised by this!
The big split,
Lifts a veil with fresh testaments.
Dimensions unfold,
What people aren't told...
But before them behold,
Visitors...
From another place.
And...
Whether they come from our future...
It is certain that our past,
Like it was!
Speeds to an end!
Quick!
And fast,
As if a bolt of lightening flashes.
'Did you see...
WHAT.
'Is'
THAT? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Repentance
God has caused the souls
To ask lovely questions to other souls.
Thus, souls are called persons
And they are unique,
To be this unique is to be
Equal with men and women.
They must punish rightly,
Correct actions are necessary,
Lest folly divides the established city.
This city is made to agree,
This city of faith shall live forever,
Due to the Covenant
That all people sustain
Through the blessed city.
My city defines our laws
From laws that decide,
Laws we do not create
But what are given.
By God.
Let pens be writing
And let pens mean everything,
But nothing can we praise
Other than the Holy Book
Of our lives.
Speech is the sound
Of our communication.
We are always to be forgiven
If as people we repent.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rookie Hooked
It takes a rookie,
For some to take a look...
At actions taken,
Sometimes that can be shaky.
It takes fresh eyes,
That doesn't criticize.
Without a judgement passing,
From lips not thinking...
To blurt a crudeness,
Loud with pride
No matter how high people get,
Wishing they could fly...
There will always be a rookie hooked,
With eyes opened wide.
No matter what some people do,
To think they can't be touched.
Their reach is often teachable,
To someone who's not rooted...
To being rude and snooty!
It takes a rookie,
For some to take a look...
At actions taken,
Sometimes that can be shaky.
No matter what some people do,
To think they can't be touched.
Their reach is often teachable,
To someone who's not rooted...
To being rude and snooty!
No matter how high people get,
Wishing they could fly...
There will always be a rookie hooked,
With eyes opened wide.
A rookie hooked.
There will be a rookie hooked.
With eyes wide open...
Who decide they're qualified.
A rookie hooked.
There will be a rookie hooked.
With eyes wide open...
Who decide they're qualified.
A rookie hooked.
There will be a rookie hooked.
With eyes wide open...
Who decide they're qualified.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sedated
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
Their very existence relies,
On the marketing of decadence.
And once great foundations...
Are decaying more rapidly than common sense.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
As if they have been...
Sedated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Shift Of Myths Has Come
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
On the wings of a painless recovery...
Some insist,
The suffering done by those wounded,
Could actually exist.
If this mindset was persisted.
To pretend their conflicts are imagined afflictions...
And this would diminish,
If more delusions were applied to it!
Forget foreclosures and a global economic crisis.
Forget a quality of life...
That has disappeared overnight.
Forget those who say,
What is here is here to stay!
Let's do what has always worked before...
Let's ignore it and maybe this 'newness',
Will go away!
'But that has never worked!
Only the recycling of the same,
Has been witnessed to emerge! '
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
And those disbelieving will see for themselves,
Those pieces isolated once declared impossible fits...
Suddenly blended together with a new leadership,
That desires...
Without quitting,
A new World that demands and orders it!
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indescribable
I look at the stars, amazed
Amazed that something so beautiful, so big, so indescribable could exist
Exist and be so perfect and flawless,
It gives me faith,
Faith that maybe just maybe there really is something bigger to look forward to
Faith that maybe life has a deeper meaning,
That I have meaning,
I get carried away on these wings of faith,
Unable to explain the feeling of love I am consumed with,
My heart leaps at these visions of peace and serenity,
Unable to stay grounded by reality,
I realize,
Realize that there are little treasures all around us,
Pieces of hope and love,
Just open your eyes and see them,
Stop looking and see what is right in front of you,
Open your eyes and see that you are a treasure,
We are all treasures,
Each one of us like a star in the sky,
Unique and individual,
Together we make a masterpiece
Something so beautiful, so big, so indescribable
Beautiful in our imperfection,
Each a little piece of the bigger picture
We are indescribable, beautiful, and perfect.
poem by Alice Berndt
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Attacks On Mother Nature
It's the end of the Hollywood minded.
And those of elitist seasoning.
Feel sympathy for those who chose greed to chase.
Feel no empathy at all,
For those who created homelessness and hunger...
With no hindsight to erase.
It is the end of those who choose racism to feed.
As if their ignorance is a prize to protect,
To defend as hoarded treasures...
Others come with threatening measures,
To steal as an act to distract from their misdeeds.
A higher consciousness has clearly,
Opened eyes wide to see...
Who the fools are that have led,
Attacks on Mother Nature.
Now doing their best to 'cap' the flow...
Of the depths of their treachery.
Attacks on Mother Nature done,
Should be enough to expose those criminals...
In the minds of all now awakened,
Who will not allow a place for deceivers...
To hide their faces in escape.
Or offer shelter for them to run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sold
The ground and foundations.
Temptations solicted from staid traditions.
Beliefs...
And those who held them.
Sold for profit.
And nothing had stopped it!
Values and standards.
Smokescreening hoodwinkers...
And bribes from crooks,
Who stole like bandits.
Liars who used deceit to hide.
Sold...
Like pieces of meat!
Diced and spliced...
In divisions before eaten.
Beholding their boldness.
And unfolding a way of life cheapened.
But...
Never would they conceive,
All of their degradations...
And treasures,
Spoken and told...
Would be sold!
To the first who offered a bid!
For a desperate situation...
Seeking a quick way to sell a mess,
To rid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soon Such Revelations Come!
Those 'good-ole-boys'
Have short circuited their network.
Not appearing to be shocked.
But they are.
And traumaticized...
To find they have been blocked out!
But by what?
Or who...
Would destroy their gluttony.
And rip them apart,
To expose their guts!
Trembling in their hearts.
With an unfamiliar humbling...
Felt inside.
And trying to deny.
Yet can not hide...
The fear shown in their eyes.
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Out witted by their own dimwit ways.
And relying upon the ignorance displayed...
By a people entertained,
To feed continued greed.
A greed now all finding...
From them being released and freed.
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
An unfamiliar humbling comes!
A 'deity' of unmeasurable consciousness,
Has arrived to stop them in the midst.
And they can not believe it!
They can not perceive,
This Supreme 'consciousness' they can not see...
Has selected to bring them to their knees in defeat!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
That we...
Have never done 'anything'
That has gone unknown!
This will be shown.
And frightened will they become.
Those making foolish attempts to run!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
We...
Have never done 'anything'
That has gone unknown!
This will be shown.
And frightened will they become.
Those making foolish attempts to run!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
Those 'good-ole-boys'
Have short circuited their network.
Not appearing to be shocked.
But they are.
And traumaticized...
To find they've been blocked out!
But by what?
Or who...
Would do this to those,
Who have chosen to keep...
Their thieving protected!
Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
We...
Have never been alone!
Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!
This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.
With some burning with a stinging...
To singe their lost souls.
Exposed!
With no where for them to hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Invisible Are These Eyes Observing
Lips sealed and still thoughts heard.
No spoken words are needed.
A confused truth contradicts...
What is to be comprehended,
Does not with deeds done comes now to fix.
Energy unrecognized spies upon tricks.
And lies and alibis fade.
Becoming useless aids.
Invisible are these eyes observing...
And flaunting a haunting supernaturalness,
That empowers those meek.
Exposing deception and its inventors.
Erased are thoughtless conflicts!
A higher consciousness inflicts,
Those afflicted with manmade myths.
An appearance shatters concepts.
Religious beliefs held are dispelled!
A complete change comes to exist.
There is no heaven...
Nor is there hell!
Revealed are levels of dimensions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dignified
They are the dignified who being elevated,
Speak among the folk low, low and very low;
Like the laden loaded limbs of a tree of fruit,
To the ground with the wind bend and bow.
Their hands distribute the treasures of God,
To seek His pleasure they respect mankind,
They do not chase wealth to quench appetite,
They give their eyes, their sight to the blind.
They are who share others woe and worries,
They sacrifice the dainty delicious delights,
The kind hearts breathe the air of divine fear,
They always soar to gain marvelous heights.
Their eyes are open, they are not curtained,
With the thick black blinding layers of pride,
They match their consent with Almighty Will,
Submitting themselves throwing Satan aside.
They are happy when humanity is pleased,
They are depressed when the fellows pass,
Through the vile valley of pains and pangs,
Through scratching thorns, balding grass.
They are the iron-wall in font of oppressors,
They care least for their belongings and life,
Fortitude, patience are their sharp weapons,
For the Right they pick up the sword or knife.
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Bright As If Self Illuminating
Consistent.
Sharp and gleaming...
Are the layers of these treasures.
And polished,
With a retrospective reflection kept...
Protected in an unsuspected depth.
To forever shine with a resilency shown,
Unknown to sustain such a brilliant glow.
As true treasures do.
Even though ignored and mistakened to be dispensable.
But genuine these gems will always be sparkling,
Bright as if self illuminating.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seek Me Much Deeper People
You've got to seek Me,
Within yourselves...
Deep,
People.
Beneath that shallowness,
You wish to keep...
Hidden and discreet!
You've got to seek Me,
Much deeper...
People.
If you wish to receive,
A clarity that's reaped.
One I can give.
To fulfill your needs.
You've got to open wide those squinting eyes.
To enable Me to recognize...
Those proclaiming to have God inside,
Of them residing.
You've got to open wide,
Those half shut eyes.
With a removal of those layers,
Deceiving yourselves...
As if kept as a prize.
I am often surprised and bewildered 'Why'?
You've got to seek Me,
Much deeper...
People.
If you wish to receive,
A clarity that's reaped.
One I can give.
To fulfill your needs.
You've got to seek Me,
Within yourselves...
Deep,
People.
Beneath that shallowness,
You wish to keep...
Hidden and discreet!
You've got to,
Keep your faith and just believe.
With that God side residing inside.
Stay away from fantasies.
With a keeping of those eyes,
Fixed on Me!
Keep your faith and just believe.
With that God side residing inside.
With a keeping of those eyes,
Fixed on Me!
People.
You've got to seek Me,
Within yourselves...
Deep,
People.
Beneath that shallowness,
You wish to keep...
Hidden and discreet!
You've got to seek Me,
Much deeper...
People.
If you wish to receive,
A clarity that's reaped.
One I can give.
To fulfill your needs.
'Who is it that you seek and repeat those words? '
Him or Her...
The Omnipresent,
The All Knowing!
Who's blessings surround us,
With a showing.
'OH?
And what religion does He or Her,
Represent? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Age Of Innocence
I can't be compromising in my thoughts no more
I can't prevent the times my anger fills my heart
I can't be sympathizing with a new lost cause
I feel I've lost my patience with the world and all
And all the politicians and their hollow promises
And all the lies, deceit and shame that goes with it
The working man pays everything for their mistakes
And with his life too if there was to be a war
So we only get one chance can we take it
And we only got one life can't exchange it
Can we hold on to what we have don't replace it
The age of innocence is fading.......like an old dream
A life of petty crime gets punished with a holiday
The victims' mind are scarred for life most everyday
Assailants know just how much further they can go
They know the laws are soft conviction chances low
So we only get one chance can we take it
And we only got one life can't exchange it
Can we hold on to what we have don't replace it
The age of innocence is fading.......like an old dream
You can't protect yourselves even in your own home
For fear of vigilante cries the victims wipe their eyes
So now the criminal they laugh right in our face
Judical system lets them do it, a disgrace
Despondent public worries where it will all end
We can't protect ourselves our kids from the crime trend
We cannot even warn each other of evil in our midst
They have more rights than us, you cannot call that just
So we only get one chance can we take it
And we only got one life can't exchange it
Can we hold on to what we have don't replace it
The age of innocence is fading.......like an old dream
The age of innocence is fading like an old dream
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Whose Souls Are Saved
Whose souls are saved,
When invaders arrive...
To crush, divide and slaughter?
How brave are they,
Who succeed against the defenseless,
Left wounded with futures diminished.
Beginning missions without a finish!
Only interests in resources,
Empower those in armored forces.
Producing movements to incite genocide...
With heartless eyes and deaf to cries!
Whose souls are saved?
Who gives them the right to decide...
Whose life is worth living,
And which ones must die!
Invisible now are those shields that hide.
Rising from unseen dimensions...
Crazing those with rage!
Leaving debated battles on all sides.
Delighting in blood fields where they bathe!
Whose souls are saved?
Could they be of those,
Who choose to parade their evil ways?
Those expecting victory...
Yet perceiving themselves left to question,
Why they've been 'stung'...
With just hollow praises to raise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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