Idle In a State Of Wishfulness
Those who give,
Seldom settle...
With contentment,
Resting.
Seeking to reach heights.
And sharing sights seen...
Means an unending flight,
Has ignited excitement.
And this,
One does not get...
Sitting idle in a state,
Of wishfulness.
For 'it' to happen...
One has to satisfy the attraction,
To act...
Without distractions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Settle Down My Boy
Settle down, an eat your peas and gravy, my boy
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Stop wasting all your time with running around the town
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Knuckle down and find a job and take some responsibility
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
The futures something you should be thinking about
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Look around for a wife to start a family, my boy
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Listen toy our father and hell tell you the same as me
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Your words would go in one ear and out the other side
Dont say my head was empty and I had things to hide
And you better put something away for your old age
So settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down uh huh huh
song performed by by Men At Work
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Break Away
Disaster causes action
Bringing horrendous distractions
Swelling and submerging
Contentment…dispersing and diverging
Fleeing from despair
Seeking help from anywhere
Looking for a way
To emerge…can’t stay
5/29/08
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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Life means more
Life means imagination; the ability to perceive and
dream beyond the absolutely extraordinary,
Life means observation; the magical prowess to imbibe
the maximum out of the stupendously magnificent
surroundings,
Life means seduction; the uncanny desire of being
tantalized every second to the most unprecedented
limits,
Life means devotion; the immortal virtue of being
obsessed with the entity you uninhibitedly cherish and
love,
Life means fascination; the incessant entrenchment
perpetuated by all the mesmerizing beauty wandering on
this planet,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life
means more….
Life means grandiloquent; the royally majestic sights
embedded on the trajectory of this boundless planet,
Life means benevolent; the philanthropic element to
help all those fellow compatriots in inexplicable
misery and tumultuous pain,
Life means turbulent; the vivacious swirl of rampant
thoughts and emotions; that engulf one's countenance
by storm,
Life means fragrant; the profusely redolent aroma;
which emanated from the voluptuous conglomerate of
lotus in the pond,
Life means prudent; the incomprehensible ability of
the human brain to act the most sagaciously in every
situation,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life
means more….
Life means unfathomable; the paradise existing beyond
unprecedented corridors of perception,
Life means unconquerable; the aura of invincible love
encompassing the soul; which never could die,
Life means unbelievable; the astoundingly amazing
string of incidents which sporadically intruded;
simply beyond any power of comprehension,
Life means unimaginable; the land which unfurled
afresh; after each ounce of perceivable perception had
completely exhausted,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life
means more….
Life means fabulous; more insurmountably enchanting
than the silken puffs of voluptuously crimson clouds,
Life means mysterious; deluged with a myriad of
baffling puzzles at every step you alighted,
Life means mischievous; as boisterously vivacious as
the grin of a newly born infant; as poignant as the
tear dropp gushing from his eyes,
Life means adventurous; inundated with exuberant spice
as each second unleashed; plunging into the valley of
ravishing excitement,
Life means perilous; sandwiched mystically with
dangerous impediments; which made a person rise from
the ashes; in his fight for holistic survival,
Life means incredulous; the greatest gift for every
tangible organism to be bestowed upon with; exist in
unison till the Almighty Lord commanded,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life
means more….
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Creation of His Wish
Can we detach ourselves from distractions?
Can we allow explorations to expand within our minds,
And finding the Universe more than a place
Confining us to taste limitations?
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
On a threaded existence that's how we survive.
Just one snap of that thread and time for us is denied.
This living 'thing' we call cosmic space...
Has much more to offer us,
Something 'divine'
Keep Earth's spin in place.
We hold on to concepts that we alone exist.
And yet there is proof other beings pay us visits!
Many are in denial with thoughts of disbelief.
Close your eyes and view what is seen...
A vastness we are part of,
And yet out of our reach!
Something is there to attract us to IT!
A consciousness more developed,
Must certainly exist!
Can we detach ourselves from distractions,
To ask this entity...
For a more enlightened state of mind,
Such as 'that' which we can not see?
We pray to God to materialize wishes...
And God is ALL of IT!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
More 'gifts' from God will come to benefit.
Since all that is witnessed is a creation of His wish!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
We can see God in ALL of 'this'!
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
Can you and me...
They and we,
Detach ourselves from distractions,
To validate our destiny?
If 'anything' is possible for God to provide,
Love and peace are not mere illusions...
But in fact realities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let me keep watch
Let me keep watch
Over your body when
You are resting in peace.
Let me sacrifice
My meditation to you
When you are resting in peace
Let me protect your body
From rotting
When you are resting in peace.
Let me protect your memories
And dreamless dreams
When you are resting in peace.
Let me plant a fruit tree
Above you that I may still eat
When you are resting in peace.
Let me storm the gates of heaven
When you are resting in peace.
Let me give you oblation
Of our experience
When you are resting in peace.
Let me breathe for you
When you are resting in peace.
Let me douse the fires of hell
When you are resting in peace.
Let me glorify your name
When you are resting in peace.
Let me be your counterpoint
When you are resting in peace.
Let me overcome the light
When you are resting in peace.
Let me touch your organs
When you are resting in peace.
Let me drink your water
When you are resting in peace.
Let me describe your bones
When you are resting in peace.
Let me dream your dreams
When you are resting in peace.
poem by David E. Patton
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Ponderance of Joy
What is joy, delight?
For delight is but distraction
Escapement of life
Delight is but pleasure
Physically received
But mentally perceived
A reaction of body to outer stimuli
What is joy, delight?
When in delight
Man joy perceives
The bliss that comes
Ah joy it must be…
I look around me
What do I see…
What do I find that brings joy to me?
Not gifts not things not coin none of thee
But sharing of life with people loving me
To be content, what does it take?
What does it take to not be fake?
A spirit at rest and a soul at ease
What is this secret of life to seize?
Contentment little with money none
But seeking it such with money as means
It is as trying to walk to the sun
What brings us to peace
If at all peacelessness on earth do cease
For where desire ambition goals exist
Peacelessness persist
It just may be that peace no constant state
But fleeting moments of joy, hope, and rest
Caught between oceans of rush worry and sweat
Deep dark whirlpools
That perplexities of thought create
Ah joy… you illusive purple rose
Ever fragile ever rare
Rolling down a mount a gem
Running after, man, a chase
Always chase just sometimes caught
What would happen whilst in pursuit
We looked up
And saw the view we’re brought?
poem by Francois Hoon
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Reflection of His 'Work' and Achievement
I am the reward received from God's deeds done.
I am the reflection of His 'work' and achievement.
I can not allow myself to produce less than my best.
This would disfavor the love I am given from Him.
And I would live a life,
Not seeking to reach heights.
But reduce myself to making excuses,
As if this activity would nourish and feed my appetite!
I am the reward.
I am the reflection.
I can not allow myself to produce less than my best.
This would disfavor the love I am given from Him.
And I would live a life,
Not seeking to reach heights.
But reduce myself to making excuses.
And I want to prove I am more than just worthy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Distractions Can Not Do That
Am I satisfied with fresh distractions?
The season of pleasure seems to have ceased...
A weakness to satisfy quick attractions.
The relevance?
Has left no importance to reminisce.
Dismissing this I can say I do not miss.
I can resist this hold upon my ego.
And the strength of simplistic wants...
No longer taunts me with a needing.
A complacency has arrived!
And has come to feed a peace of mind,
I control with all its comforts.
A shallowness is left behind.
I find a pace to keep a rat race fading.
Am I satisfied with fresh distractions?
To collect and say they are mine?
To prove they are there...
Just to ignore.
To become bored with desires,
Searching for more.
Why should I repeat defeats I've conquered?
What for do I wish to fulfill my life,
With 'things' to dismiss?
'Things' that provide no lasting happiness.
Yet on display just to say I too can play...
Games to delay and stunt my purpose.
Not in these times...
When I am finding a freedom,
That has lightened a load on my back!
I am with renewed vision,
I will not allow to retract.
Fresh distractions can not do that!
They come to trap, saddle and burden.
I no longer wish to pay that price...
To appear as if that kind of life,
For me pleases!
I'd rather hear others say I have nothing...
Than to give up 'everything'
A nothingness to them means!
I have an abundance that can not be seen.
I did not know that...
Until I came out of darkness,
To behold the worth of my total experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continuous Is The Flowing
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Free of words spoken,
To utter descriptions of what is seen...
That may come to hinder one's voyage,
With a seeking of definitions...
One will never find on lips to depict the unknown.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mad Man's song
Like a lost letter she stood for a while
to go the other side of the road..
near me who was lying in a corner of this side….
For moments, it seemed she was the same soul in whose palms seeking fulfillment I search in mine…
Though in her eyes she was carrying a desperation unlike the one I had
to walk into an exile of refuge from reason….
Yet with her hallowed paleness she seemed very close…
And as I came back from my contrasts….
she was no longer there..
she was walking away on the other side,
as she had crossed the road.
She was then just one among many strangers…
Like an unaddressed letter
I sent my words into the air….
O..stranger! ! ! !
A lost letter seeks its home…
An unaddressed one remains lost, , ,
That day when you came with your child and asked me
if I would let him sit beside the window, where I was,
so that he can see the passage of sights…
Believe me, I would not have..
had I not known the joy of fulfilling the dreams of another's eye..
the wishes of another heart…
But once I had bought a bouquet of flowers for my mother
to give it to her God…
though I was an atheist then, , ,
But since then I am not…
You also came seeking your God…
so, I let your child and quietly wondered in the worship that your eyes offered to his...
as the sights passed by………….
You believed, I betrayed
Seeking faith in thy believe..
and the strength of its strings…
you believed yet…
So I returned….
finding the emptiness of betrayal, the meaning of its nothingness…
and the search of your belief.
When I returned,
you were like the joy of a sinking ship finding a sea within the sea…
and you beheld in me a lost soldier…
though I was within me but an unending war
Of belief and betrayal….
(with heartfelt courtesy to Shahzia Naqvi)
A Wish To Do With A Want To Touch
A wish to do with a want to touch,
Has to have no distractions.
And lessons learned,
With a yearning to know...
Must be attached to desire to grow.
OR dreams will be left never to be revealed,
To leave those believing all that is needed,
Is a squeezing them out of a pillow.
A wish to do with a want to touch,
With a craving to taste as if needed so much.
Eventually comes to satisfy,
The one who makes it happen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wont Let It Happen
Got my sights, baby, set on you
The things she said, well, maybe theyre true
But its not gonna happen I wont let it happen
I wont let it happen not again
Easy come, easy go, easily
But thats not how I want it to be
Its not gonna happen I wont let it happen
I wont let it happen not again
Sitting all alone by the telephone
When are you coming home when are you coming home
Hey!
Easy come, easy go, easily
But thats not how I want it to be
And its not gonna happen
I wont let it happen I wont let it happen
Not again not again not again not again
song performed by by Ramones
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Conversation Peace
Staring right at 2000 ad
As if mankinds atrocities to man has no history
But just a glance at life in 2000 bc
We find traces of mans inhumanity to man
Theres no mystery
All for one, one for all
Theres no way well reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
Theres no chance of world salvation
Less the conversations peace
We cant pause, watch and say no this cant be
When theres a plan by any means to have
Cleansing of ones ethnicity
And we shouldnt act as if we dont hear nor see
Like the holocaust of six million jews and
A hundred and fifty million blacks during slavery
All for one, one for all
Theres no way well reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
Theres no chance of world salvation
Less the conversations peace
When publicly or privately convened
May love, positivity and lifes preservation
Be the basic theme
And should you put your trust in some
Prophet in life
Give him trust but your faith must stay
With the one
Who gave the ultimate sacrifice for...
All for one, one for all
Theres no way well reach our greatest heights
Unless we heed the call
Me for you, you for me
Theres no chance of world salvation
Less the conversations peace (repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Unattached for Docking
Being detached
Doesn't mean an attraction isn't needed,
Isn't wanted or wished.
Being detached means a hopeful encounter
Comes...
Unattached for docking!
To rejuvenate idle juices.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no business telling a man, sitting alone in his house, what books he may read or what films he may watch.
quote by Thurgood Marshall
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Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.
Jane Austen in Emma
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Dust
As we drift through life
like a speck of dust in the air
seeking out good times
in which to share
with this heart that really cares
and as we drift through the days
our hopes start to fade
seeking dreams we never made
on a road never paved
with crumbled foundations that we had laid
waiting patiently for the dust to settle
in the hope that things get better
as I sit and write this letter
in my mind I try to be clever
seldom am I ever
in this world i`m never
will this dust remain forever
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Desired Outcomes
Desired outcomes that miss the mark,
When someone wishing 'assumes'...
Another to be accountable,
For that which is not heard or mentioned...
From them to set into motion,
To initiate a start in waiting that hesitates.
This...
Becomes fated to never surface,
To see the light of day!
And yet,
People on the fence sitting...
Expect attention,
They seldom get.
Even at the height...
Of their questionable protests,
And public fights ignited...
For rights demanded.
As if these should be to them handed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Noise And Kisses
look in my eyes
I'm jaded now whatever that means
by sharing these things
I rip my heart out
it's worth my time
whatever that means...
hard to see up
my neck feels stiff until I wake up
the orange i choked
and back to my neck
it's worth my time
whatever that means....so
share with me
cause i need it right now
let me see your insides
or write me off
cause I'd rather starve now
if you won't open up
give it to me
give me all... whatever you want
it's never been me
to want this much from you
I can see
it tears me up
song performed by by The Used from The Used
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Noise & Kisses
Look in my eyes
Im jaded now whatever that means
By sharing these things
I rip my heart out
Its worth my time
Whatever that means...
Hard to see up
My neck feels stiff until I wake up
The orange I choked
And back to my neck
Its worth my time
Whatever that means....so
Share with me
Cause I need it right now
Let me see your insides
Or write me off
Cause Id rather starve now
If you wont open up
Give it to me
Give me all... whatever you want
Its never been me
To want this much from you
I can see
It tears me up
song performed by by Used
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