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Intentions of Myths

No matter 'who' God sends to us,
We must trust and not evaluate.
That unnecessary process (evaluation)
Is a ploy to deceive truth.
And keep it insignificant.
And the only thing that 'is' insignificant,
Are beliefs held to keep us limited.
In the experience of CREATION.
God's (The Earth, The Sun, The Moon) .

No piece is separated from the whole of its parts.
No whole can be sold on peace...
That is in a state of mental debate,
Kept separated from its Creator.
It doesn't work that way.
Not in 'this' reality we have come to call life!

We leave what is to seek its own purpose.
As God wills it!
Not our pretensions or the intentions of myths!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Time To Leave Them Alone

The moment it has been noticed,
That a people have accepted their conditioning...
To remain confined and limited in mind,
With excuses to make to stay that way...
Down to Earth to express pretentions,
In insecure and hypocritical ways obeyed.
It is time to leave them alone.

A process to awaken poses a threat to them.
And anyone suggesting,
They should stretch their consciousness...
By experiencong something different and fresh,
Is whispered and gossiped about trying to do their best...
Of being better than everyone else.

It is easy to observe,
People defiant and what they approve.
The proof is in what they accept!
And what they choose with their time to do.

'I can't stand them.'

~Why? ~

'Listen to the way they talk and walk.
How they dress and express themselves.
And the things that they do...
That are separated from us and the rest.'

~You mean speaking with clarity?
As if they are proud and have identity?
And they seek to know more about their surroundings,
To increase their minds and can not be defined as ignorant?
With a moving forward to discover truth and reality?
And being criticized doesn't seem to bother their integrity,
Since unity means to them being freed from stupidity? ~

'I can't stand them! '

~And I can see why,
They have decided to leave you alone.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eluding Truth

Eluding truth,
Does not make it insignificant.
Nor does the attempt to ignore it completely,
Change the evidence of its existence.

Contemplatng to alter it,
To keep it hidden...
From one's consciousness...
Is a foolish proposition.

Since mankind is in a precarious situation...
When coming face to face with truth,
And still proceeds to try to manipulate fate...
Without faith in The Creator to guide the way.

Eluding truth,
Does not make it insignificant.
Nor does the attempt to ignore it completely,
Change the evidence of its existence.

There is no escaping,
From that which initiated the process of one's making!
Even the wisdom one shows,
Has been bestowed by 'that' which is ALL Knowing!

How foolish can an ignorance get?
We are in the midst of witnessing it!
Or...
Maybe all of it is intentional and not ignorance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Possession

Insignificant they see themselves.
And a showing of this towards life as well.
Hollow and ungrateful feelings,
Taught and perceived by those whose beliefs...
Were dictated to them in environments,
Where they represent the people living in them.

Insignificant they see themselves.
Just like their parents who felt the same way.
With similar images of obtaining success,
As a quick possession of what they can get.
With a having of that which impresses,
No matter how easy such unrealities come to be lived.
Or what the judge says before sentencing them to prison.

A mindset fixed and conditioned to be self centered,
Is a mindset that lacks other values!
And those 'standards' by which they live...
Is obtained by the entertaining of decadence.
With such a marketing done that trivializes life...
And the significance of being human.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(The) Benefit of Needless Conflict

Blessed are those,
Who awaken with insight!
Those who have been shakened,
From a need to maintain...
Routine indoctrinations,
Of a perceived sanity.
One in which restricts limited beliefs.
Inflicted to sustain pain and grief.

And becoming less frightened,
They are...
By a Creator who wishes them to envision,
A 'truth' that is!
A truth that frees a consciousness,
Reaching to seek a peace within!
A peace shared and released between mankind.
And with truth accepted,
This without obstruction...
Can and does finally begin.

Blessed are those,
Who awaken with insight.
Those who have been shakened,
From a need to maintain...
Routine indoctrinations,
Of a perceived sanity.
One in which restricts limited beliefs.
Inflicted to sustain pain and grief.
At the benefit of needless conflict.
That produces sicknesses of all kinds.

And let it be said,
It has been to no one's benefit...
To admit on this Earth,
In their minds reflecting upon it.
That any conflict ever condoned...
Has created a respect for peace.
At least none as yet that has been expressed,
Or urgently digested to put an end to conflicts known.
To manifesting a peace that increases this benefit,
As can be shown!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poem Composed On The Toilet

what great gifts may come
from but a brief sit down
ideas illuminating are not
bound in time and space

limited to places of import
or limited to auspicious occasions
ideas are conceived even in
stolen moments insignificant spaces

no this poem was got you not
composed on the needed toilet
process of attending to details
dots required mental facilities

a classical statute the thinker
an example of muddled thought
boxing through aged difficulties
toilet was red herring time out

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Marivic, The Fine Lady Of Jose Dalman

buried beneath the almond
eyes
is the coffin of sorrow
with
the body of the dead which
you try
to hide forever

it has no epitaph
it can pass as just another
wall
of some insignificant house
that no stranger
may mind

this sorrow resurrects
in the iris and no matter how you try
to deceive your guests
with that waves and waves of laughter
the sonorous song of the sea
still makes itself heard
at the surface of
all pretensions

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs

The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.

And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep The Intent Of Your Purpose

Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.

Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.

It is difficult enough,
To constantly be bombarded...
From those events,
That fuss things up.

It's enough to want to cuss,
Everything believed to be corrupt.
But that 'outside' stuff that is happening...
Has a meaning that should awaken all of us.

Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.

Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.

Each day collect pieces,
Of your sanity.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Be gentle and easily allow yourself to breathe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Can Finally Have that Peace

Perhaps it is a blessing,
Their racist ways have separated them.
At least it is clear...
Once they completely remove themselves,
From that which they find insignificant.
We can finally have that peace,
That will not be 'disturbed'
By their perfectness...
Others do not project,
By the marketing of values based on standards
Corrupt and void of respect.
We will then also not be succumbed,
By the pouting of their unruly children
Refusing to snack on milk and cookies dispatched
Because they have been unlatched from a hatching...
With concepts that led them to believe
Life is to be lived ther way!
Regardless of who bleeds.
Gone will be ALL spoiled tantrums.
And divisions of sick and slick politics!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mountain Peak

We came together on the highest mountain on this earth.
As years went by we separated into rivers
from the tears this mountain cried.
We all fell into different rivers flowing though
forests, rocks, and waterfalls.
No matter what season we came across
we continued flowing.
We are rivers that started in the mountains,
and rivers that separated as we went through
many waterfalls.
Sometimes we travel together,
and other times we travel alone.
Always remember that these same rivers
that travel many miles through the earth
are once again together when it reaches its final destination
the “Ocean”
So, rivers that started up high in the mountains
and then separated are united
again as a family.

poem by Felix Lugo
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That Mask One Wears

It doesn't matter what name is claimed,
Or fame gained by what is done one does.
It doesn't matter what heights sought and reached,
Or lessons taught by the best of teachers...
To seek those dreams upon us to be bestowed.
As each one of us may 'say' we keep pursued,
With a masquerading of recited prayer done to do.
Like one going through motions without insight.
If nothing is there to be felt from the start,
It will show no matter how blemishes are glamorized.

It doesn't matter what religious affiliation maintained.
Or faith said to have that really isn't there sustained.
One thing is for certain lessons learned must be kept.
If a demon is allowed to become attached to one's back...
It doesn't matter who one becomes or where one is at.
Getting rid of that demon takes much more than pretense.
Or charading beliefs one keeps to convince in public acts.
Getting rid of any demon is difficult to detach.
And that mask one wears to cover one's heart to deceive facts,
Does not prevent a demon from its ride.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What This 'Oneness' Means

No one born into this life,
Has been sent to evaluate...
The creations of God.
Or the work of the Angels,
With distorted interpretations.

There are many who have the ability to quote.
But few have the courage to live and accept...
We all are part of the experience.
None are here to inspect and reject,
That which God has selected as HIS best.

Upset are those people,
Choosing to divide and separate...
Based upon ethnic values,
Assumed by a few to make them great.
From an isolation in which to generate their hate.

Upset are those people,
Who congegate to celebrate...
What others need to fulfill their lives.
With limited possibilities.
They place upon others,
With an inflicting done...
To disguise and hide their own insecurities.

No one born into this life,
Has been sent to evaluate...
The creations of God.
Or the work of the Angels,
With distorted interpretations.

There are many who have the ability to quote.
But few have the courage to live and accept...
We all are part of the experience.
None of us have been sent,
To dissect into segments...
The intentions of what a 'Oneness' has meant.
Or to any of us what this 'Oneness' means.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Process

Leave them alone!
You pose a threat,
To their process.
'Huh?
Their process?
What Process?
Their process doesn't exist! '

Sssshhh...
Quietly.
That's why you must leave them alone.
They are not aware of it.
And you...
Trying to get them to make some sense,
Is upsetting.
Just go along with it.

'Go along with what? '
The 'process'.
'But it doesn't exist.'

You know it and I know it.
Why can't you just leave it alone...
And let them pretend?
Why is it so important to you,
That they become aware and conscious?
Why?

There are several other charities,
To which you can donate your time and efforts.
In this case...
These minds have already been wasted.
Trust me.
Why do you think I whisper to you?
There are only a few of us left with the power to think.
Trust me?
Why do you think I whisper to you?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos

Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.

And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.

Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.

And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!

Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?

I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?

And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore

And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.

With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?

I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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However You May Lay Your 'Loo-Yahs

So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts within us...
Are kept detached and private.
We are born into this 'reality'...
With a belief we jouney alone,
On a separate trip.
Alone and away from others,
Also participating in this experience...
We are taught in the process to call 'life'.

So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts with us...
Are kept detached and private.
We even believe we are separate from the trees,
Birds and bees...
Are other created creatures upon thie Earth,
God, too, has made.

So given we are with beliefs,
There is something that will be achieved...
With the infliction of division, fear, hatred and greed.

There are some creatures God has blessed with life,
Who actually believe they have been certified...
As human kites.
To maneuver to heights,
And by themselves.

So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts with us...
Are detached and kept private.
Some self righteous even perceive...
They can even deceive God!
As if God takes momentary leaves,
Of absences.

Only to discover,
When Mother Nature gets upset...
And has had it with our selfishness.
Just how fragile those who 'empower' themselves...
Are lost to fight against the true power of God,
His 'Diciples' and those messages delivered...

'Whether one is feeling blessed or cursed.
With abundance to enrich...
Or poverty experienced in cycles that are reversed.
What is here to witness on 'this' Earth...
Is 'not' one's dress rehearsal.

From birth...
Be 'yee' and those of 'thee',
Tested.'

WHEREVER!
Or...
HOWEVER you may lay your 'Loo-Yahs',
In the best of pretentious praise.
These days we now live,
Are not for the fake faith seekers...
Preaching their hollow beliefs,
To maintain their materialistic thieving.
It is time to give those corrupted ideals up!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After I Knew

When I knew, I came to Him, led by God, not by my whim,
Led by The Spirit of God, and now by His Staff and Rod;
It is God’s Spirit, guiding me, on my path towards eternity,
Entering into my frame of dust, when in Him I put my trust.

I lived my life as I always had, believing I was far from bad,
Living on life’s straight path, never mindful of God’s Wrath,
And that I was basically good, as this is what I understood,
Until I met God’s Living Word, hearing Truth I’d never heard.

God had opened up my eyes, not a world, said to be wise,
Following the beliefs of men, I knew not, I was condemned,
And from God I was separated, not because me, He hated,
It was sin, passed on to me, from Adam’s fall, to humanity.

But, God didn’t leave us there, sending man, love and care,
To save this corrupted earth, providing man a spiritual birth;
God’s Sacrifice paid the cost, in redeeming all who are lost,
So although we’re sinful men, in His Son we are Born Again.

Seeing this, I then would know, to Christ’s Cross, I must go,
To accept what God did for me, to have New Life, Eternally,
This, religion taught me not, as pious words, leave out a lot,
Omitting much needed Truth, leading souls to face Reproof.

(Copyright ©04/2010)

poem by Bob Gotti
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Your Attempts To Question

Mock my beliefs,
With an emboldened disregard...
To have me seen,
As the one who comes to deceive...
With intentions to destroy your peace.
Something in your life you have yet to release.

And leave you I will,
To have you face those consequences...
I did not create or invent to put in place.
And your attempts to question how I knew,
Will still find you clueless...
With all of the evidence surrounding you.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An angry poem about peace

This is an angry poem.
About those weasel phrases
which blow like paper in the street
going nowhere,
hiding truth,
helping us to
deceive ourselves.

'The pee-yus pro-sayus' -
say it in the Irish voice
of obscurantist politicians
often enough
and we'll accept it as a term,
and believe that it needs hard work
and forward planning
and careful progress
and compromise
and agreements
and initiatives
and 'generous' concessions
and declarations of intention
and cautious examination
of opponents' motives
in the 'battle' for peace
and coming together
to establish differences...

Peace
is what is eternally there
when war and strife is absent.
Eternally.

I can't remember Christ
(was he Catholic or Protestant? I just can't remember...)
saying
'Peace process be unto you'...
uh, when would that be? ...
or commanding the waves of the Sea of Galilee
'Engage in the peace process - be still'...
somehow it just doesn't seem to carry weight
as a blessing or a do-it-now...
'Go in process towards peace, my child...'

I wonder why that is.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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In Realms Beyond Our Limited and Limping Vision

I am the Sun, the Moon and Stars.
Within my heart is reflected this wonderment.
My presence represents,
The physical image of The Creator.

From the living Earth,
Our journeys begin...
And visually from the material it ends.
To leave those foolishly protecting with defenses!
And setting up fences to guard and rule,
Without a bit of common sense.
To inflict cruel and unusual punishments.

But the Soul lives on,
In realms beyond our limited and limping vision.

This magnificence given,
We have come to call life!
Is fed a comprehension...
To deny and accept,
There are no other dimensions.
And from the center of the universe...
Some believe they've been blessed,
To control with special effects.

Yet...
We all exist,
In preparation for an intervention!
That will come to test and manifest,
Without unrest.

No one can protest the obvious!

Corrected in time this will come to pass.
As all consciousness is raised...
To believe what has been overlooked and trashed.
By those who are 'faithfully' entrapped.
To ensure others are kept held back.
And left uninformed about 'truth' and 'reality'.
But this is not to be.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In painting, as in the other arts, there's not a single process, no matter how insignificant, which can be reasonably made into a formula. You come to nature with your theories, and she knocks them all flat.

quote by Auguste Renoir
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