Grateful For This Consciousness
Mold and crafted,
Shaped and tweaked.
Here I am
With memories bittersweet.
And I stand on my feet,
Knowing who and what I am.
Grateful for this consciousness,
And blessed to be this man!
Bold and unafraid to speak,
About exposed injustices...
I observe on urban streets!
I realize my connection
Is linked within me deep.
I am so much a part of this,
So much I am restless...
And I can not sleep!
Told of limitations born
Upon my heritage.
Given statistics I am shown
To keep my thoughts negative!
But I am more,
Than flesh one sees of color.
My feelings are genuinely fused...
And these abusing views,
Of my brother being used
Bestows no peace,
on my mind...
Like some others!
Mold and crafted,
Shaped and tweaked.
Here I am
With memories bittersweet.
And I stand on my feet,
Knowing who and what I am.
Grateful for this consciousness,
And blessed to be this man!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Creation That I Am Is Yours
I feel such a ray within me radiating.
Each time You and I are alone.
And I am comforted in the quietness of peace.
I feel so blessed and grateful,
To have this ease You have bestowed upon me!
Was it hours away in a yesterday gone...
I had questioned my faith,
With a false face I had put on.
But today I know I was all wrong.
You were there protecting me.
And those obstacles that challenged...
Were placed on my path,
So I would realize with You...
I am and can be strong!
I am the 'me' You have made me to be!
I feel so blessed and grateful,
Yes!
I feel such a ray within me radiating.
To this I confess.
To You I am grateful to this blessing,
That has gifted me with happiness.
I had questioned my faith,
With a false face I once had put on!
But I have since removed those disguises.
I want it known You alone own my soul!
And in my mind and heart...
What need do I have to feel forelorn?
I am Your warrior,
My Father.
By Your command...
My actions remain forever bold.
And under Your control...
I stand each day,
To become a better man.
As You alone understand,
This creation that I am...
Is Yours!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Whose Heart
One whose heart
Is noble and bold.
One whose heart
Is crafted of gold.
One whose heart
Is to passion sold.
One whose heart
Is immune to cold.
One whose heart
Is born to be told.
One whose heart
Is done in faith's mold.
One whose heart
Is in fortune's hold.
One whose heart
Is not at all old.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Bitter Sweet Symphony
Cos its a bittersweet symphony this life...
cause its a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet , youre a slave to the money then you die.
Try to make ends meet
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down...
Youre a slave to money then you die
You know the one that takes you to the places where all the pain lives , yeah.
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
Where all the veins meet yeah,
But Im here in my mould , I am here in my mould.
But Im a million different people from one day to the next...
No change, I can change
I cant change my mould , no,no,no,no,no,no,no
I can change, I can change
But Im here in my mold
Well I never pray,
I am here in my mold
But tonight Im on my knees, yeah.
But Im a million different people
I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah.
From one day to the next
I let the melody shine, let it cleanze my mind , I feel free now.
I cant change my mold
But the airwaves are clean and theres nobody singing to me now.
No, no, no, no, no
No change, I can change, I can change, I can change,
Well I never pray
But Im here in my mould , I am here in my mould.
But tonight Im on my knees yeah
And Im a million different people from one day to the next
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I cant change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and theres nobody singing to me now
(well have you ever been down? )
(I can change, I can change...)
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
Cos its a bittersweet symphony this life.
But Im here in my mold
Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die.
I am here in my mold
You know I can change, I can change, I can change,
And Im a million different people
But Im here in my mould, I am here in my mould.
From one day to the next
And Im a million different people from one day to the next.
I cant change my mold
I cant change my mould, no,no,no,no,no,no,no
No, no, no, no, no
I cant change
(Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down)
I cant change
(Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down)
(it justs sex and violence melody and silence)
cause its a bittersweet symphony, this life
(been down)
Try to make ends meet
(ever been down)
Try to find some money then you die
(ever been down)
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
Where all the things meet yeah
You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But Im here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And Im a million different people
From one day to the next
I cant change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I cant change my mold
No, no, no, no, no,
I cant change
Cant change my body,
No, no, no
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
Ill take you down the only road Ive ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have youve ever been down?
song performed by by Verve
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Learn Ramdas 1
Learn Ramdas,
Whether you are resting in
nondual consciousness or not,
You are product of nondual love,
Remember nondual love that
shaped you only through duality,
Nature and its products are in
Self,
Gratitude is crown of
understanding,
That Understanding of indebtedness,
Duality that come as parents,
relatives and friends,
all may be produce of nondual,
Let SELF be duty bound,
Gratitude is gratification, That never stop one from peace
and spreading love!
Be grateful to all who has
worked according to divine
plan,
Be grateful to toys that taught what this eternal play of
nondual eternal,
It is true,
Ramdas has learnt that
gratefulness is wakefulness,
awareness of dreamful existence,
yet you have so many thing to
learn,
Learn Ramdas with all,
From all with love and
gratitude!
Gratitude leads to love,
Love that transformed every
atoms of me,
Transformed structure and
properties,
So that He and His love, Come in my way as friends,
Like rays of Sun,
Even as my enemies like dark
clouds covering the Sun! Only transform me into,
Precious ornament,
Precious stones embedded into
engraved precious metal,
Nay, precious virtues,
Embedded in talented loving heart! namaste to you and all! ♥ Knowing Love is knowing
God,
♥ Knowing God is Knowing Self,
♥ Knowing Self is Dawn of
knowledge,
♥ Dawn of knowledge leads to wisdom infinite!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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My Obnoxiousness
There is nothing I've done...
You are now discovering,
I had not already known.
With a clarity and understanding.
It was implemented,
With a consciousness involved.
Tested for effect,
And perfected to heighten controversy.
That was a must.
An ingredient involved.
Did you think I would do anything,
Without prior testing?
How do you think I can become this obnoxious?
This is 'my' obnoxiousness,
I wish to sit and settle within your mind!
Do you find it needs to be a little more tweaked?
My dear,
Come here and let me make this clear!
Come sit.
This is no accident or secret kept.
I've spent time doing my best,
To attract your disgust!
And to shake you into a sweat...
That leaves your eyebrows arched.
If they are not,
I get upset.
I want you so sick of me...
Until you are addicted!
And your addiction to my obnoxiousness,
Has got to be the only obnoxiousness you expect...
With a rage you accept and enjoy!
That is my goal I've produced to employ!
Don't tell me now it is 'not' unique.
Don't tell me now your toes don't curl on your feet.
And every hair on your head does not stand on edge?
Until you steam and make this pledge...
'I can't 'stand' what he says! '
I want that as your motto.
I want that in your head!
What more can I say that I have not already said?
Now go...
And bring me more clients!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Carpenter By Trade
His future had been laid- for he was a carpenter by trade.
Just as a carpenter can mold anything out of wood
He could mold mans hearts and souls into good.
He would mold mans hearts with accurate precision
For this was his fathers decision.
He came to mold all the hearts of mankind
And open the eyes of the blind.
The world would come to know him as the king of kings
And see all the love that he would bring.
Throughout the centuries it will be told
He is the master craftsman of the heart and soul.
Now when we feel a tingle of sensation
And a wanting to get more of inspiration
Look for the craftsman who could mold
The hearts and souls of man
To give you a helping hand.
when he made the heart of man
He left a corner deep within
Where the love for him can forever grow
And his love you could show.
Let all who know you - know this carpenter man
Who from evil he took his stand.
He has entered in you to mold you from the inside out
So you would know what loves about.
poem by Louis Rams
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Crafted By The People
The light of humanity
crafted by the angels
the pleasures of the earth
crafted by the gods
The evil
the hate
and the wars
crafted by the people
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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83
I have these dreams Im walking home
Home where it used to be
Everything is as it was
Frozen in front of me
Here I stand six feet small
Romanticizing years ago
Well its a bittersweet feeling
Hearing wrapped around your finger on the radio
And these days
I wish I was six again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be superman
Oh if only my life was more like 1983
All these things would be more like they were at the start of me
I had it made in 83
Thinking about my brother ben
I miss him everyday
He looks just like his brother john
But on an eighteen month delay
Here I stand six feet small
And smiling cause Im scared as hell
Kinda like your life is like a sequel to a movie
Where the actors names have changed
Well these days
I wish I was six again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be superman
Oh if only my life was more like 1983
All these things would be more like they were at the start of me
If my life was more like 1983
Plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me
And most my memories have escaped me
Or confused themselves with dreams
If heavens all they want it to be
Send your prayers to me care of 1983
You can paint that house a rainbow of colors
Rip out the floorboards
And replace the the shutters
But thats my plastic in the dirt
Whatever happened to my
Whatever happened to my
Whatever happened to my lunchbox
When came the day when it got
Thrown away
Dont you think I should have had some say in that decision
If only my life
If only my life
(fades singing if only my life)
song performed by by John Mayer
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Know Your Life
You've got to be,
Alive.
You've got to be,
A lion loose.
You've got to feel...
Your juices pumping,
And...
Goose bumps to chill you too!
You've got to grow,
Up to cope.
You've got to accept,
And to let go.
You've got to be,
Both strong and weak...
To...
Stand and walk on two feet.
To know,
Life.
Yes,
To know...
Your life.
You've got to be,
Alive.
You've got to be,
A lion loose.
You've got to feel...
Your juices pumping,
And...
Goose bumps to chill you too!
To know,
Life.
Yes,
To know...
Your life.
To live your life...
Knowing it was given to live.
To live your life...
As a gift blessed to get to live.
To live your life...
Knowing it was given to live.
To live your life...
As a gift blessed to get to live.
You've got to be,
Alive.
As a gift blessed to get to live.
You've got to feel...
Your juices pumping,
As a gift blessed to get to live.
You've got to feel...
Those goose bumps that come to chill.
As a gift blessed to get to live.
You've got to be,
Both strong and weak.
As a gift blessed to get to live.
You've got to...
Stand and walk on two feet.
As a gift blessed to get to live.
You've got to...
Stand and walk on two feet.
As a gift blessed to get to live.
You've got to...
Know your life,
As a gift blessed to get to live.
You've got to...
Know your life,
As a gift.
You gotta,
Let go of unrest to know...
With that moanin' gone to go.
You gotta,
Let go of unrest to know,
With that moanin' gone to go.
You gotta,
Let go of unrest to know...
With that moanin' gone to.
You gotta,
Know your life!
And...
Live it righteous.
Know your life!
And...
Live it righteous.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part of the All
Why do I feel blessed,
And offer my condolences?
Well...
You can only relate to that
Which expresses
The experiences 'within' your exposed understanding...
Of a world you've been taught is centered around you!
And 'that' I have understood most of my life.
Me?
It took me a while to realize,
I was raised knowing
I am part of the all!
Leaving me free,
With the ability and comfort of knowing...
It is easier for me,
Just to be able to relate!
And that has been a whole lot less stressful.
I am not concerned about comparisons...
Or divisions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bittersweet day that arrives
Bittersweet day that arrives,
bittersweet the sun is burning
another man came between her and me
has broken our love down to nothing
and now she loves him
with everything between us shattered.
If I look for the things binding us,
there is only pain that I find in memories
as if everything between us turns away
to something forsaken and strange
I am still blinded; only find the words of a child.
Big-eyed memories
shatters my heart apart
with the pain, the sweet joy that it brings,
I try to again to be intrusive
but between us everything is finished.
[Reference: Bitterbessie dagbreek (Bitter berry dawn) by Ingrid Jonker.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Real Deal
Just with You and me...
I sit.
Grateful to have this peace.
And with You to share it with.
Alone but not lonely.
With flaws known You condone,
And accept.
So blessed I feel...
When a togetherness is present.
Just with You and me...
I sit.
Grateful to have this peace.
And with You to share it with.
Things and the trappings things bring,
To never stay.
I can say with You...
I am filled with joy and my most happiest.
No matter what comes to cloud or dampen my day...
In my heart you are,
As it has been that way.
Just with You and me...
I sit.
Grateful to have this peace.
And with You to share it with.
You remain for me...
The Real Deal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scarlett Treat
Scarlett,
Treat me to your insights.
Your thoughts with wit,
So delight.
And Scarlett,
I must say
If not for you...
I would not feel as much encouraged,
Had not your comments
Made more sense and cleared my view!
Scarlett,
Treat me to your insights.
Your thoughts with wit,
So delight.
I just can not sit knowing you are right...
And knowing I had perhaps been wrong,
By not accepting a reflection of me,
With belief.
I see that clearly now...
Scarlett Treat.
And as I write,
High on a consciousness
I am blessed with that excites.
Thank you Scarlett for your 'wit treats'.
They have provided a wider vision,
For a mind like mine
That feeds to nourish
This mental appetite that loves to bite on wit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Owe Who I Am to You
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To experience seasons,
With changes that exist.
In an acceptance,
Of Your offerings...
That come and go,
To be as is.
And to be able to express this...
In a completedness,
I do not resist.
With an acknowledgement,
My life on Earth without You...
Would leave me less blessed,
And prehaps without gifts.
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To lead me to learn and to grow.
Knowing I owe who I am to You!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bitter Sweet
No I don't know how to love you
The way you want me to
Coz everytime I try
Something always changes with you
First it's cold baby
And then there's too much heat
One minute I'm up in heaven
And the next I'm down in the street
Coz we got a love
That's bittersweet
I said we got a love
It's bittersweet
Sometimes when I'm with you
It's like you're just not there
When I look into your eyes
I see that thousand yard stare
Then you're back in love with me
Like you can't get enough
Rough into smooth
And the smooth back into the rough
Ohhhh help me now
We got a love
That's bittersweet
We got a love, oh darlin'
That's bittersweet
I don't know anybody
Anybody like you
I never met anybody
Could make me feel the way you do
I wish that I could love you
The way you want me to
So scared you'll pull out the rug
Darling if I do
It's cold it's cold
And now there's too much heat
One mnute I'm up in heaven
And the next, I'm walking the street
We got a love
That's bittersweet
You know we got a love
That's bittersweet
We got a love
That's bittersweet
You know, we got a love, oh darlin'
That's bittersweet.
Flamin' hot
Then not.
Ooooooooh, bitter memory
I said we got a love, oooh,
We got a love.
song performed by by James Taylor
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Once That Little Boy
To be grateful and feel blessed,
To have accomplished 'something'...
I can look upon and be proud of the doing,
Is an achievement...
A little boy with a dream,
Who was told many years ago...
Could never be done,
Since no one else had done it before.
Is?
Well...
To be grateful and feel blessed,
To have accomplished 'something'...
I can look upon and be proud of the doing,
Is an achievement...
A grown man,
Once that little boy...
Could never say in words,
What that feeling is to make sense.
It's...?
Well,
Unexplainable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know Something About You
Hi stranger, a stranger to yourself
you always had, the ability, to succeed
to find a better, more meaningful, life for yourself.
You just let, the dark side, cloud your mind
tried to steal, yourself, become hard
and yet, your greatest opportunity, must always be
optimism, the belief, in a better tomorrow.
The chances taken, dreams aspired to
not a dread, of possible calamity, that may or may not occur
do you know, most people
spend, most of their lives, afraid of ill fortune
the disaster, that may, or may not happen
and amazingly, naturally, half of them, never eventuate.
And those that do, teach us,
universal lessons as wisdom, slowly drips,
dropp by irresistible drop, into our consciousness
through, the all knowing, awful, grace of God
when, we are ready, to open, to the ultimate benefit
of such, inevitable, life lessons, we perceive
that, we should be grateful, for what we have, and have achieved.
That, to receive each day, our daily bread
and to know, that it is enough, each day, its own evil
we must realize, that facing, each obstacle
in its own, appropriate time, and place, one by one
with faith, and belief, in God
we cannot, ever really, fail, we are carried.
Through, our worst troubles, fears, nightmares
when we fail, to muster, the strength, to stand upon
our own feet, ability, there is always
a light, and God willing, wanting, to show us, the way.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stranger On The Shore
You stand near the sand dunes,
a stranger on the shore.
You stand there in black,
colours widows wore,
staring out at the restless sea,
knowing he will come back never more.
Everyday I see you there
as I walk along the shore.
Oh restless spirit, he is at peace now,
in the cradle of the deep.
His soul is in heaven waiting for you,
yet you are still restless,
as your time has passed.
You can go to the light now.
Your weeping should end.
Go find your peace in heaven evermore,
no longer be a stranger on the shore
29 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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