It Has To Be Witnessed To Be Believed
There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
And their minds have been conditioned,
To not achieve anything more than medocrity.
And expect even less from those chosen.
To show their blatant disrespect with flagrance.
It has to be witnessed to believed.
And when one speaks of the effects,
Of this atrociousness...
One becomes despised as if a tradition exposed,
Has been severely compromised.
Like the keeping of an unflushed toilet as a symbol,
Of achievement.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And walls are built to surround this filth,
To hide and keep those lies alive in the bowels...
Of these 'communities' unseen,
In the midst of manicured surfaces.
To allow the nourishment of maggots to come and go,
As they damn well please.
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
That such unconsciousness perceives,
This activity achieves a certain purpose.
'And what is that purpose? '
A control over a divine and global ignorance.
To keep those enriched with their wickedness.
With a show of total disregard for the Creator!
Agitating...
A massive appearance of Super Intelligent Beings
To descend!
Saving this planet from complete destruction,
By such mindless fools.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And the outcome will not be prolonged in debates.
To allow incompetent jovial jestures to compensate,
For one's lack of a conscious comprehension.
These 'folks' are above and beyond those plateaus!
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down to Earth
Expectations,
As expectations go...
Seem only to achieve,
A certain level of acceptance.
And to appease those with ambitions...
To be down to Earth without attempts,
To pollinate wishes and dreams...
Often considered out of reach and unobtainable.
May those who are believed to be out of touch...
By a seeking to break down walls of limitations,
One day be welcomed from their flights of 'fancy'...
In the sharing with others,
That the world is, indeed, round.
And not flat!
With those living in other places,
Experiencing the many cultures and races...
With an acknowledgement of that fact!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.'
And unbelievable as it may seem to them,
There are others also 'down to Earth'.
And apparently living to explore it!
'YES!
I witnessed this with my own eyes.
Believe it.
It's true.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What For Them Was Isn't
What for them was isn't.
Like the taste of a lollipop,
That has faded from one's memory.
The activity is remembered.
But the flavor of it is gone.
And many are trying to hold onto it.
With a savor craved...
That brings them to the edge,
Of a tantrum fit!
Since what sits in their minds from yesterday,
Hasn't for them really gone away.
They want it returned!
They want it to stay!
They feel betrayed by an enslavement made!
What for them 'was'
ISN'T anymore.
Or will be again.
For anyone else to be explored!
Those heard droaning in a whining moan...
Are lost and locked in a consciousness,
Soon to be all their own.
What for them was isn't.
It's never coming back!
That's a fact they wished attacked.
But from a clock that has stopped its tick tocking...
The hands on it sit!
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
And there is no movement witnessed from this.
There is no movement witnessed from this.
No movement,
Is witnessed from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believed You
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed what you said
The lovin days were through
But you were fooling around
I found somebody who,
Will never never take your place
Will never give me your embrace
But now that youve shown your face
Youve broken her heart too.
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just cant leave her blue
Or else Ill be alone
Well I just cant leave her now
It wouldnt be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now youve broken her heart too
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just cant leave her blue
Or else Ill be alone
Well I just cant leave her now
It wouldnt be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now youve broken her heart too
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
song performed by by Kinks
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If...
If ev'ryone believed in adulthood,
We would not behave like impish children.
If ev'ryone believed in something good,
Perhaps our evils would never happen.
If ev'ryone believed in honesty,
Thoughts would not require representation.
If ev'ryone believed in identity,
Each person would not crave affirmation.
If ev'ryone believed in truthfulness,
We would not follow laws of hypocrites.
If ev'ryone believed in wanting less,
Maybe we could learn to want what we get.
If ev'ryone believed in how they feel,
What is imagination would be real.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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From the witness-box
…And having taken the oath
I
Do admit
I witnessed
Birth
And
Death
I
Do admit
I witnessed
How two can
Come together
And go their
Separate ways
I
Do admit
I witnessed
The hand of time
Behind
I
Do admit
I witnessed
How the invisible
Hand of time
Resolves
Dissolves
And
Dilutes
31aug2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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This Mongrel Witnessed
From the shores of Danish harbors,
I live my Viking past.
And I hear the words of my father saying...
'You are not pure.
You are a mongrel.
You represent ancestors...
On your blood line that will last.'
And I listen to those speak of their ancestry,
As if they were as pure as they could be.
With most of them wishing they sat on thrones,
Depicting their connection with royalty.
But as for me I'll take being called a mongrel, .
A moor who is black or a more not without that.
It doesn't matter to me.
Since this 'mongrel' witnessed to be observed,
IS going to achieve with a doing done to be believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life And Those Who Live It
What you tell others you do for me,
And how you regard my presence in your life...
Are just mere words you use to entertain their attention.
What you say to others is not what I've witnessed.
I've witnessed you using my abilities to call them your own.
I've witnessed you lieing to defend your inappropriate activities,
Because you lack backbone to stand on your own two feet.
And I've been victimized by you several times,
And this I have condoned but to you it has gone unknown.
The only fool you have taken me for and believe I am,
Is the fool who acknowledges...
The you I should have left alone,
A long time ago!
The only thing you can accuse me of doing,
Is being overly patient...
With someone who has manage to take,
Life and those who live it...
Totally for granted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self-Sabotaging
A self-sabotaging committed,
Has to be witnessed in its effect,
To be believed.
There are those who will go to great lengths,
To destroy themselves...
By defaming those who help 'them',
Because those who do this...
Might get an attention.
A jealousy that is harbored,
Prevents their own success.
So a lieing is done,
To chase away good intentions...
Of those who come that have them.
And needless to say...
Environments like this,
Are not rare! Just brimming with ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let It All Out
(with a little inspiration, from Neil Young)
Now that I find myself
loosing my mind
can you feel my doubts?
Playing with the divine
you dangled it, above
as you lied,
of feelings of permanence
Facing me
we opened ours hearts
in trust, built on false honesty
Now that I let myself
love you
do you think I can
change it in a day?
Why did you hold love above me?
Did I lie to you when I said,
that I believed in you-
Yes, I believed in you
In the esctacy
of our love, we belonged
to a larger brighter world
both meeting ourselves, in the other
we were complete
Now that I let myself
love you
do you think I can
change it in a day?
Finding myself stuck
in what I once thought
was real, is now changing
and gone
I believed in you-
Yes, I believed in you.
poem by Adryan Rotica
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It Doesn't Pay To Deceive
You know what has been made easy,
For many people to do?
Make declarations about others that are not true.
Then to have people convinced about it too.
Without the one chosen and selected to be defamed,
Knowing a thing about who has brought them shame.
Until those who believed that would advantage from this,
Are eventually discovered to become physically limited.
Or mentally sick.
If not witnessed to be suffering from both.
It doesn't pay to deceive,
With beliefs an accomplishment will be received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Do Not Turn Their Backs On Dreams
It is for many,
An experience of physical presentations.
What for them is only believed,
Has to be touched or seen.
Or left to give one an impression,
That affect the senses.
And if this doesn't come for some,
They do not turn their backs on dreams.
These are the ones who have witnessed miracles.
Knowing that a faith kept creates their wishes.
To eventually acknowledge,
It was patience they first had to nourish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Voice Of Choice Is Their Own
When a game of catch up,
Believed can be played to be done...
Is initiated by some who think,
This battle against time can be won...
Is a matter of choice?
Their minds are stuck!
Listening to one voice.
And that voice of choice is their own.
And there is nothing in this world,
To convince people like this...
That their resistance in a stubbornness,
Has nothing to do with enemies or terrorists.
The ones witnessed being victimized,
Are they who perceive doing what they please...
Ultimately results to their benefit.
And there is a mindset of folks who think life is a joke!
With a listening done to one voice!
Not yours or mine,
By choice.
Just one voice and that is their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So You Know
Just so you know, just so you know
Just so you know, just so you know
I got to find a way to grieve without my head sticking into my heart
I don't want to let her leave without my heads thinking this is the start
I was dreaming before that she believes that I'm the one who's on her side
Cannot let this go until I get my way
Stay
Just so you know
Just so you know
I never believed you
Just so you know
Just so you know
I want you to stay
Looking closely at a picture of myself from years ago
Looking closely at a stranger who could never let it show
Now I still feel empty as I lay here and absorb myself
Cannot let this go until I get my way
Stay
Just so you know
Just so you know
I never believed you
Just so you know
Just so you know
I want you to stay
Stay
Stay
Stay
Just so you know
Just so you know
I never believed you
Just so you know
Just so you know
I want you to stay
Stay
Just so you know
Just so you know
I never believed you
Just so you know
Just so you know
I want you to stay
Stay
Just so you know, just so you know
Just so you know, just so you know
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Believing
I never believed a time would come
when roses would lose their scent.
I always believed a space would come
to separate a knave from a gent.
I never believed that time could bring
a silence within your heart.
I always believed that a song to sing
would always do its part
to lift your spirits to the sky
and never have you cry.
All of this believing is too upsetting.
And its only worth is forgetting.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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All of sudden
All of sudden whole sky got illuminated
It was wonder and no one new how it got originated
It has got relevance with the happening on earth
It was definitely a good sign to be linked with divine birth
Whenever this phenomenon occurred something was bound to happen
It was not to be just coincidence but new chapter was going to open
May be it was arrival of pure soul to take the refuge on lovely land
For the help of those depressed and deprived to strengthen the hands
All religion books are full of tales and speak of large volumes
It is totally unbelievable to have taken place in vacuum
Only pure soul with divine power might have witnessed such scene
It was to be rarest of rare that might have been observed and seen
“I shall visit the disciples when they are in need” verses read
You may find me among them at suitable time and lead
It is holy belief that hangs on very thin thread
You need to put trust, have faith and plead
It is how we have come to link the divine phenomena
It is totally unbelievable and unknown arena
It is reality and got to be believed with complete faith
Why do we remember almighty at the time of only death?
Just flash of lights in the sky for a moment is indication of bad omen too
Some bad may happen and believed by many is also equally true
It may so happen that some one might have been taken to heaven
Such miracles don’t happen often or witnessed even
It is generally believed to be rare occasion
The things to be laughed out simply is out of question
Such things happen once in a blue moon
All of sudden dark clouds rush in the sky in day light or noon
Whenever evil forces has taken over the helm of affairs or exceeded
The God has taken birth to hear the prayers from devotees and acceded
It may not be altogether true but it has happened at several places
The sufferings have been removed and brought the happiness on faces
Let us not undo the teachings of the divine power
It may cool your body as is felt in rainy shower
It has all the qualities to make you feel happy and grant the peace
Life is so lovely and to be spent completely at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where Are They Now?
I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
And...
Where are those use to be's,
People believed...
Would never leave.
No I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
No I'm not.
And I...
Hope I'll never, ever...
Remain,
Unchanged...
To stay the same.
I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
And...
Where are those use to be's,
People believed...
Should never leave.
And where are those,
Use to be's...
People believed,
Would never leave.
Where are they now?
Those use to be's...
People believed,
Would never leave.
And where are they now?
Where are they?
Those use to be's,
People believed,
Would never leave.
Where are they now.
Where are they?
Those use to be's,
People believed...
Would never leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believe it Now
I never believed in magic...
until u came into my life;
then all have been magical in my eyes.
I never believed that dreams come true;
till u made them real for me..
then all I see with you is just reality.
I never believed that love could move mountains...
till u moved one for me;
and then i knew that love could set me free.
And i never believed that one could die of a broken heart.
I believe it now- when you left me...
when you left me helplessly.
: -(
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Unfamiliar With It
The most difficult thing to do,
For one in a leadership position...
And is capable to lead,
Is to show an accountability witnessed...
But not from this one is it believed!
With aptitude to accept responsibility.
And the people represented are so unfamiliar with it.
They denounce the ability of this leader.
Since he performing duties of one...
They had never before seen.
So assured of himself...
They feel demeaned.
Incredible!
And they are stunned.
The people represented are so unfamiliar with it.
Especially coming from someone,
Labelled 'this one'.
And believe they do with false perceptions,
A true leader should be waving a magic wand.
Since then from them...
All their troubles would be gone.
And the one chosen in their hour of need...
Has not proven worthy,
To produce the magic they expect.
Not the magic they perceive.
So blame and accuse him they do,
For being human too!
Having his feet to get wet.
And not showing a sign,
Of being able to walk on water.
They turn their backs on him to shun in regret.
This has left them disgruntled and vocally upset!
They protest his leadership.
With claims he doesn't represent what they should get!
And he knows if he should leave...
They would be left to profusely bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm A Very Old Tree
Some of us can live for millions of years,
We've watched as the world's rolled by,
Witnessed all of its hopes and fears,
Now we weep as we watch our Earth die.
Living this way can be so hard to bear,
As none of us can intervene,
Which is really tough when you're fully aware,
Things are worse now than we've ever seen.
We watched the Dinosaurs come and go,
Mammoths and Sabre Tooth's too,
We're warning you now to let you all know,
The same fate is what awaits you,
Contrary to what you Humans think,
Your intelligence is really quite small,
As you take our planet to the very brink,
You are heading for an almighty fall.
You forget this planet belongs to all life,
Yet Mankind is hell bent on destruction,
Because of your acts we all suffer strife,
That's a pure and simple deduction.
Nuclear power cannot be controlled,
It is insane to even think that you can,
A major disaster now waits to unfold,
Devastation created by man.
The scenes we have witnessed are really sad
More so since you lot arrived,
Trying to control atoms is just utterly mad,
Destruction is what you have contrived.
Plundering Earths resources is really insane,
Soon you'll have ripped out her heart.
You are treating our planet with total disdain,
Very soon it will all come apart.
Killing each other you seem to enjoy,
Life to you really comes cheap,
Your aim in life is just to destroy,
For this your extinction you'll reap.
There is no precedent to the human race,
You destroy more than the rest of us combined,
You make no provision for the future you face,
You are truly one of a kind,
We've witnessed destruction on a massive scale
As for yours there is no equal,
Unless your madness you now curtail,
Believe me there will not be a sequel.
You may well think I'm self righteous and cruel,
But unless you take action now,
Our planet will become a stagnant pool,
You will get your comeuppance and how.
Your future is what you need to review,
How would you know, I hear you all ask,
Well I've been around much longer than you,
I've accrued the knowledge to take you to task.
Ignore the warnings and you'll pay the price,
Destroying our planet doesn't come free,
Mother nature is one powerful device,
How would I know?
‘' I'm A Very Old Tree ''
If It Is Peace
With imagination...
Free we are to deliver,
Our best creations.
Only we restrict them to limits!
Sometimes selfishly we decide,
To explore or hide.
Within those limits.
And satisfied we are,
When they've been reached.
Snuggle some do...
In moods of fictionalized attitudes.
Set and draped upon landscapes,
Author made.
To invite escapes.
For the mind traveling to other times.
To visit while watching a movie.
And hypnotized to feel...
Live and breathe,
The experience.
Believed with feelings felt to be real.
~If it is peace we say we seek,
Why isn't this captured and released...
To be as it is wished and witnessed? ~
Rendered portraits on canvas hooked,
To walls.
Will stop and stall one in motion.
With eyeballs that seem to follow.
If the artist wishes this.
From a devotion set in motion.
~If it is peace we say we seek,
Why isn't this captured and released...
To be as it is wished and witnessed? ~
With imagination...
Free we are to deliver,
Our best creations.
Only we restrict them to limits!
Sometimes selfishly we decide,
To explore or hide.
Within those limits.
And satisfied we are,
When they've been reached.
Architects.
Dancers with bodies flexed.
Poets sometimes rhyme,
Or ramble on with prose...
Depict from the heart,
What sensations lay bared...
To pen and share right from the start.
'Please...
Leave me to drift,
Upon the smooth watered rocks.
In a cascading not to stop...
The fresh bleeding of my emotions.'
So much of us can be exposed,
To silence our indifferences.
If we chose to compose our thoughts.
To bring to life 'that' which is sought.
And,
If it is peace?
Why must it be fought?
Before it becomes realized...
In our presence and prioritized to keep.
~If it is peace we say we seek,
Why isn't this captured and released...
To be as it is wished and witnessed? ~
And yet...
Perhaps peace is too abstract to define,
To permit it a basic comfort.
For those who have nourished to feed,
On complexities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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