He Is Claimed to Have Your Complete Devotion?
The behavior of your religion sickens.
And the wickedness observed that you portray...
Will not delay how I am perceived by God!
Not 'if' you are as close as you say you are!
And He is claimed to have your complete devotion?
For some reason...
I am not at all concerned,
About what God thinks of me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed But Having No Purpose
If this was exclusively about me,
I would not for you choose to bleed.
Or unselfishly give my time.
There is a sacrifice made.
This has nothing to do,
With a personal escapade.
Or an ego to parade...
To manipulate one's state of mind.
Although I do admit,
There is some pleasure I get out of it.
If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.
To commit with devotion to what one does,
May be interpreted as a seeking of attention.
But if another benefits from what is done...
Is one more concerned as to who receives credit?
When a wholesomeness is shared and no one regrets it.
I often wonder about this.
If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is not so for art in appreciation because art is concerned with human behavior. And science is concerned with the behavior of metal or energy. It depends on what the fashion is. Now today it's energy. It's the same soul behind it. The same soul, you see.
quote by Josef Albers
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A wise man writes down what he thinks, a stupid man forgets what he thinks, a complete idiot punishes himself for what he thinks.
quote by Jason Zebehazy
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Just A Gimmick Used To Convince
If people were as territorially protective,
With a pride that motivated as is claimed...
It would be shown in their appearances.
With no mistaking of this visually.
It would be observed to be seen,
Like other games played.
And yet...
What is heard and unmistaken,
Is a desire to feed more greed.
A desire to be entertained socially.
And an increase in pay,
For everything done they do.
Even if that means picking up a broom,
To sweep both front and back...
With a keeping clean,
Those places where they live.
If people were as territorially protective,
With a pride that motivated as is claimed...
It would be shown in their appearances.
With no mistaking of this visually.
It would be observed to be seen.
But it isn't.
It's just a gimmick used to convince,
Minds already delusioned and deceived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Humbleness How Can Am I Near What I Am?
This is I am,
when one talks about lifetimes, how can he be close to one beyond birth and death,
having no life between!
Those who can bring closer to my attention are not different from me!
I am watching my own video running in which my face is missing!
When I learn myself Is faceless
But can smile behind any face,
I can be near,
what I am.
When I can feel pain beyond my body, but in everybody, happiness in me and not anything outside me,
I may be close to what I am!
when I become still and time stops and space not felt as there can't be any space beyond me, the boundless perceived,
shapeless one perceived in any shape,
I can be close to I am!
Thanks for all,
thanks to all,
because without humbleness,
I am far away from what I am
No how can be near what I am!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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To most people), distant pepper is perceived as being sweet, and close sweets are perceived as being bitter.
Close?
Close?
As gossip is to a listening ear.
As slander lands unexpected.
As deceit is to a sweetened tongue.
That's how close they are,
To anyone.
Close?
As a thief is to an open window.
As a criminal is to a cell.
As an ex-convict is to rehabilitation,
In a society on decline.
And doing 'that' very well.
Close?
As cheating spouses are to their lovers.
And wickedness preached in church.
As war is close to peace as it gets.
That's how close are most folks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Praising Of Mediocrity
Why does anyone believe,
Someone's originality...
Can be successfully reproduced.
As if in the doing of theft,
Is one's right and moral obligation.
And people today are left to wonder,
Why their foolishness is accepted as nonsense.
And the seriousness of their abilities,
Is only perceived by those of equal limitation.
With a praising of mediocrity that sickens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Too Can Make Thunder Roll
Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.
Everyone wants to shine,
If it means taking less time...
To learn how to do it.
They wish to solicit an assistance,
To reach heights!
With a minimal amount of require effort.
Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.
Everyone believes,
A success achieved can be wished.
While a sitting back to do nothing,
Is a prerequisite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wasteland
Out into the wasteland
Out into the wasteland
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
No religion
Emissionary man amongst the heathen
Cant you see a modern primitive
I came back, Im gonna find,
Im gonna give religion
When there was, no religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
Theres a man in need of resurrection
(no religion)
Cant you see a modern primitive
(no religion)
But Im a man I need my love and
Freedom (no religion)
When there was no freedom at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
No religion
No religion at all
In vr land
The future of fun
Tell me what to do
In vr law
Computer crime
Um, so sublime
A fantasy scene
In my machine
Give me secret of life
Let me know, yeah, what I am
And you know that I could get
Outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
Im into this head man
Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
Im outta the wasteland
So far from the the deadland
Ow, Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion yeah
Im outta the wasteland
So far from the the deadland
Yeah, Im outta the wasteland
No religion, no religion at all
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion
No religion, no religion at all
No religion at all
No religion at all
No religion
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Just One Minute
Mind is very beautiful phenomenon,
It thinks what we want it to,
If something is sensed being negative,
It provides us the complete chain of how those things could be perceived of being negative,
This develops a fog of negativity and pathetic egoism,
And then the soul; So much child,
Can't balance the facts of positive and negative,
So take your chances and gush the water of truth in the mind,
Believe me...
It just takes a minute...
poem by Vikrant Jog
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Religion Of The Heart
His hair was Bible black, face like a priest
His fingers clutched the precious box and silent as a dream
He hid behind the dark sunglasses
You caught your breath
You thought he was beautiful
You didnt hear his silent scream
As he spread the dead mans ashes
Your always trying to find your worth
In the eyes of someone new
You may not think you need this baby but I think you do
You need religion of the heart, religion of the heart
(deep in your system)
Youre just searching in the dark
For a reason to believe
You need religion of the heart
You raise your glass, you drink their wine
But youre still thirsty all the time
No miracles tonight, and youll skip the midnight masses
Itll be okay in the cool clear, bright light of the day
But you just seem so scattered
As though nothing mattered baby
Youre always trying to heal yourself in someone elses skin
Turn the thieves out of the temple baby and let it in
You need religion of the heart, religion of the heart
(deep in your system)
Youre just searching in the dark
For a reason to believe
You need religion of the heart
Oh, you think that I am only joking, and it all comes down to nothing
And Im just talking to your fear but I m not
No, Im not, and you stand in the field of fire
You need religion of the heart, religion of the heart
(deep in your system)
Youre just searching in the dark
For a reason to believe
You need religion of the heart
Religion of the heart
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Broken glass
Let us not take the love as outer attraction
Good figure with beautiful smile and affection
With springs arrival even flowers bloom with fragrance
Here we are human being and have the chance only once
"Unlike charges attract each other and like charges repel"
The science theory rushed to mind for something to tell
Man and woman are meant for carrying on generation
Some kind of permanent bond is must in form of relation
As has been observed many times from the sad tales
Many hearts are broken simply to turn the face pale
The reason attributed to is not big reason but suspicion
Breaking all kind of links and return to pavilion
I thought and rethought over complete things
There was no such reason which warranted something
I was stunned at his behavior to pull me down
As we were so close and popularly known
He did not understand my compulsion for not falling outright
This had resulted in to minor scuffle and little fight
He was outrageous and in anger broke of the relation
I was not prepared for it but had given already indication
I am simple girl and believed in maintaining the harmony
As I believed and had reason to believed that it had failed with so many
I took cautious approach and tried for reconciliation
There was no result as it lacked perfect oscillation
Love kind of thing is not that easy as people put
Heart is filled with grief and doors are permanently shut
Mirror reflects thousand of reflection
Which is of no use to very good relation?
I am broken completely and my faith is shaken
It will take time to heal and can not be retaken
I am for good relation and never shut it fir future
Yet I got to be careful and make it doubly sure
Love is not for fun and be taken as game
No one may be bold enough to share the blame
Girl may be subjected to all kinds of pressure
Where as love is divine affair and can be called sacred treasure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.
Guilt Rides Attached To The Backs
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
The very ones who find time to solicit others,
To betray without delay a doing done to charade.
For purposes to see others fail they do this.
To only discover there is no escaping from their tricks.
Or erase every evil and heartbreak they have created...
Placed undeserving on someone's path.
With an infliction of mistreatment.
Guilt rides attached to the backs,
Of those who found ways to portray themselves...
As innocent victims.
And nothing can or will ever repay,
For the suffering they have caused and intentionally done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Many Heavens
How many heavens
Are there? If not hell
What would I care.
Does your religion
Speak for heaven?
Well I speak for hell
Fate of many a Christian
(Many a Moslem)
The Abrahamic Religion
What does it tell about hell
(About this world with end)
Well, I like the veil on your head,
It tells of your holiness
(Your wickedness perhaps)
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Rope The Moon
(jess brown/jim denton)
I dont have a lot to show
For these years of hard work
If you look at what I own
Still shes always telling me
To hold on to my dreams
Even when my hope is gone
Some may say that dreamings just for fools
And there are times I thought that might be true
But she thinks I could rope the moon
In her eyes there is nothing I cant do
When I think its out of reach
Shes the reason I still try
She thinks I could rope the moon
When I look at the sky
But cant see through the clouds
She shows me the brightest stars
If I think of coming back
cause Im having my doubts
She tells me Ive come so far
Nothing in this world comes easily
But I cant lose with her right next to me
cause she thinks I could rope the moon
In her eyes there is nothing I cant do
When I think its out of reach
Shes the reason I still try
She thinks I could rope the moon
Oh she thinks I could rope the moon
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Sacrifices are concerned with the feelings of devotion and longing.
Insofar as international law is observed, it provides us with stability and order and with a means of predicting the behavior of those with whom we have reciprocal legal obligations.
quote by J. William Fulbright
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Where conscious subjectivity is concerned, there is no distinction between the observation and the thing observed.
quote by John Searle
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