Justified and Obstinate
Justified and obstinate,
May make sense and provides...
Much more meaning to those,
Who have decided to divide a purpose cemented.
By circumventing a direction meant to unify.
Splitting into pieces a togetherness solidified,
Gratifies an intense excitement...
For those enjoying the ride of frustrations.
Although this decreased of priority ceases.
With an eroding that rapidly diminishes,
Communal concern.
Leaving many temperatures to overheat.
And negative agendas effectively burned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost As A Treasured Experience
If it was not meant to be taken seriously,
None of it would have been given to be taken
With a purpose to receive,
And comprehend its meaning.
Instead of comprehending the meaning of it,
It has been left to sit
As of its existence is there to provide,
One a uselessness.
And one who has decided,
That all there is to it was to use
Until the nourishment from it was exhausted.
Then an exhaustion from taking it for granted
Leaves.
If
It was not meant to be taken seriously,
What is the purpose for any of it to exist.
Just to please the existing of the unimportance,
To prioritize an increasing toleration of nonsense.
And
If nonsense continues to increase,
The purpose of witnessing any of this
Diminishes in value to be lost as a treasured experience.
Never to have been found worthy of its priceless blessing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left...Behind! As Two Thousand and Ten Begins
Left...
Behind!
Those who have closed the doors,
On themselves.
Those seeking to find pieces that make sense,
From a decade that has ended...
In two thousand and nine.
And as two thousand and ten begins,
Not one of them is prepared.
A freshness is there,
But they are not!
Left...
Behind!
Doing the best they can with minds,
Shattered!
From a correctness that in itself,
Was splitting apart.
In divisions they decided,
With complete with righteousness.
And those who rode the stormy seas,
Unafraid to let go...
Are bestowed with enlightenment.
As if this was meant to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Will Still Make Sense
You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.
There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with sweetened...
And/or spiced lies.
You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.
It will feed and tease curiosities.
To please a seeking of depth....
Once the foolishness has left!
Go ahead,
Read it as it is...
For the rest of your life.
Let it dust,
And its pages curl.
Put it on a bookshelf...
Or leave it by itself.
To be discovered by someone else.
To treat one's mind to intoxicate,
Much like a fine wine over time!
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not be condensed...
From a purpose that is intended.
There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with lies.
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And for you reviewed,
Like a treasured document.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When you see your neighbors, their needs, their joys, their sorrows, when you see them next door or halfway around the world, you will know what to do. It is concern that precedes and inspires agendas, and survives when agendas fail, and it causes us to try again, always trying our best, never certain about our own judgment. It is knowing that God's purpose exceeds whatever we can put in an agenda. For Christians, it is trusting in the guidance of the Holy Spirit.
quote by John Danforth
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A Theory About The Absence Of The Divine...
in the end
in trying to figure out the sense of meaning
pouring out
taking in
decanting, filtering,
testing, considering each
detail with
significance
one still cannot accept that
all these data
never make sense
at all
one hopes
nothing comes at random
the chances boils down
to a specific purpose
such a hardheadedness
against the wall
breaking one's head like
an eggshell
nuts!
the premise should have been
in the beginning life has no meaning
man creates his own image
shapes his own future
and out of respect of man's will
God is no longer
there
like Papa
watching his son soldier
leaving him all alone now
to fight his
own war
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Something Had Has Broken
Everything once meant something to them.
Everything they saw and had between them then.
Now that something meant...
When they first began,
Has little left to offer.
And the pricelessness of it...
Is not merely exchanged as token!
Something had has broken!
And much of that has decreased in value!
But they wish for no one else,
To know its true worth.
When all pieces shine together.
Wishing to deplete it into nothing,
Themselves.
And they keep enforced the dullness...
Of the nothingness they are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Much Can Be Accomplished
Substance with content,
To affect with effectiveness...
Is the foundation of meaning.
With a purpose to communicate comprehension.
That's all an open dialogue should be.
And if a listening is done with a priority,
So much can be accomplished...
With an exchange of appreciated awareness!
However...
A stubbornness may have content,
But the affect of it loses its effectiveness,
When a kept patience...
Can no longer be expected to remain justified.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Synchronicity
My razorblade mobius strip circles
Around and around, rotating forward
Until it becomes the backwards babel
That cuts meaning into pieces—obscured.
The corresponding coincidences
Cause me to question probability.
How many improbable instances
Have come to define what is real to me?
What is truth when it chops itself to bits—
Slip, splitting open, pieces pried apart?
Does objective fact defy sense and wit
To rely more succinctly on the heart?
It's serendipitous forces, I'm sure
That decide our instinctual nature.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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You DON'T Have To Accept It For What It Is
See it the way you want to.
Call it what you wish.
Hop on one leg and do backflips.
Bling, trinkets and obsession with possessions,
Have changed in purpose and value.
Overnight this has happened.
And if you are the type that clings,
To the ways of yesterday...
It is going to be especially difficult for you to see,
A reality you have never embraced...
As it had been,
Rapidly change its significance...
In the minds of those who accepted it,
To have moved on to a higher consciousness.
Leaving you permanently cemented like so many,
In a concrete state of disbelief!
And whatever that belief was or had been...
Whichever way you want to put it,
Does not exist!
And you DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
And this 'may' bring you 'some' relief,
As you stubbornly face the days ahead.
You 'DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
You never have.
So...
What difference does it make 'now'?
Suggestion?
Do what you normally do.
Ignore the facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Golden Flute
Golden flute sound of Kang Gareng,
High-pitched, split the air mist
Splitting the dark night yan
A troubled heart-wrenching
Into pieces
Scattered in the street life
In the dark of keropak history
Stirring historical sense
Milestone in our lives and make changes
Direction, according to the already soaring high desire
Diiiringi shadow that is always attached
In step desires
In a misguided longing forest
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Narrow Vision Gone
You complicated...
A basicness of life,
We lived.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And you often found...
A reason to persist,
With this!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision...
Gone!
And I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
And not condone your moans.
You complicated...
A basicness of life,
We lived.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And you often found...
A reason to persist,
With this!
And I don't want to listen 'cause...
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
And not condone your moans.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purpose and Distance
Some say,
They don't know 'what' to believe!
While others say,
They have stopped it all together.
And this is sad to witness,
Since efforts of unity with a togetherness...
Seems to drift further away,
In purpose and distance!
And there appears to be an intent to this!
It's unfortunate economics...
Can diminish and divide,
Those who are religious...
From those who say,
They are 'spiritualistic'.
And I can understand,
Both sides of it!
So where does that place me?
As I make attempts,
To keep my own sanity.
With a way of life,
I wish increases my valued peace.
'God,
Are You going to make this someday...
One day as an answer to those prayers I pray,
Easier for me to perceive?
Or...
Are You still going to allow me,
To continue make those choices?
I can understand where You're coming from.
But Gee...
Why all of this materialistic teasing? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Distorted Religious Agendas
'with religious propaganda
of the most fundamentalist
half baked semi accurate
dangerous twisted bigoted... '
unlearned kind; texts scriptures
are tailor altered twisted out
of context to serve purposes
new religious distorted agendas
all religions attract adherents
religion subverted subpoenaed
used abused politically enshrined
a historically tested Nazi copied
technique which power binds
believers patriotic deceivers
into surge charismatic states
promoting vile national agendas
beware nationalistic causes
which spew rage hate agendas
fear divide conquer scenarios
which persecute innocent souls
embrace all races creeds
honour ethnic diversities
uphold rights of minorities
love blessed philosophies
First stanza quotation from the poem 'Beware Racist Ignorance Religiously Justified' by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Direction and Purpose
A river flows in one direction,
on down to find the sea.
As humans we to see a direction,
and ask our God to lead the way.
Everything needs a direction,
or purpose in being be.
Without a purpose or direction,
we are like the winds of the desert,
lost and forever wandering.
If we have nothing to justify
the existence of our soul,
we will drift on aimlessly,
through the eons of time,
until the poets run out of rhyme.
(29 May 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Resurrection versus Reincarnation
Why things are created?
What is God’s purpose?
Once upon a time only God existed.
If all creations extinct in God it will make no difference.
Can believers in reincarnation explain this thing logically?
Why we will be deprived of bodily pleasures?
Pleasure of body is more intense
Than pleasure of soul; don’t you agree?
Pain of body is more intense
Than pain of soul; don’t you agree?
You must admit
We will miss our body during Nirvana
Cause we love eating, drinking and enjoying sex.
Why God will snatch away our bodies forever?
Does God lack so much power?
Whereas according to Islam
God has a specific purpose to create
From the day of resurrection onward
He will make His best friend
Prophet Mohammad most blissful
And His other near and dear ones
Will also be happy eternally
On the other hand
God will punish His enemies
The ill part of Himself
On the day of resurrection
We all will be given new bodies
To make both body and soul of God’s friends
Extremely happy and peaceful
And to give outrageous pain
To the enemies of God.
poem by Asif Andalib
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If Choice is Choice
Intense the sense of pattern which the mind
Never ceases weaving as the Way
Advances over Time and rhyme to find
Meaning's meanings simple, sure, yet fey.
Ideas presented well, thoughts underlined, -
No superficiality where they
Allow free range - as spirit well designed
Marks space to place wor[l]d catalysts which may -
If choice is choice not circumstance designed -
New windows open through which interplay
Another, and another insight wind
Make constant progress through syllabic play.
INfinite our opportunities
MAy tendrils touch, find much soul further frees...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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What I think I have in common with the school of deconstruction is the mode of negative thinking or negative awareness, in the technical, philosophical sense of the negative, but which comes to me through negative theology.
quote by Harold Bloom
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Next Train
Well I finally found tomorrow
'Cause I just now found today
But I'm left with all the sorrow
Lingering from yesterday
So I'm leaving this behind on the next train
To what place, well I don't know
When I leave I may not ride on the best train
But it's time for me to let go
Well I'd love for you to be there
On the day I say goodbye
But I've lost too much to your stare
To even waste a sigh
So I'm leaving this behind on the next train
To what place, well I don't know
When I leave I may not ride on the best train
But it's time for me to let go
Yes it's time for me to let go
You're the drug that's in my veins
You lift me up and leave me pain
I'm broken, beaten, barely sane
And I'm leaving on the next train
I gladly stayed to wade it through
And find out what I've meant to you
Now it's clear to me this time
So I'm leaving this behind
So I'm leaving this behind on the next train
To what place, well I don't know
When I leave I may not ride on the best train
But it's time for me to let go
So I'm leaving this behind on the next train
To what place, well I don't know
When I leave I may not ride on the best train
But it's time for me to let go
Yes it's time for me to let go
song performed by by Hanson
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I Understand How You Feel
I understand how you feel.
Your frustrations are justified.
Your complaints are very real,
And you want them satisfied.
Please let me listen to your concern.
That way the problem can be solved
So that everyone involved will learn
How it might be smoothly resolved.
My goal is your satisfaction.
That’s the only reason I’m here.
My job is to eliminate any distraction
Not cause you additional fear.
I understand how you feel.
Conditions are difficult for everyone.
I’m successful if you think my help is real,
And your new adventure has just begun!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Viable
Image with pomp and circumstance,
Seems to have been diminished.
A taste of life that one wishes to feel,
Has risen high on priority lists.
Agendas with symbols to idolize,
Has become less utilized...
These days when portrayals,
Are being dismissed...
By those seeking a purpose,
For them to exist without needless conflicts.
Image with pomp and circumstance,
Seems to have been diminished.
A taste of life that one wishes to feel,
Has risen high on priority lists.
With a viable reliable happiness,
Felt and unresisted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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