Lord of the 25th Universe
The power of the almighty dollar,
Has been crushed and vanished.
And the Land of Fantasies...
Has issued the last of citations,
To end and dismiss all delusions!
Those crazed by the shock of reality,
Are sedated...
To slowly free them from their daze!
A truth has arrived upon them.
And the formation of The United Federation,
Of all Earthly nations has arisen.
Joining together to welcome...
Lord of the 25th Universe,
Mungumbé!
As he descends...
From the floating hovering ship.
The width of five miles...
And the length of twenty!
Providing nothing more than cosmic thrills,
To those trying to find this episode referenced...
In their Bibles!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith of a Nation
An Unchanging Truth that truly changes some,
This is the work of The Spirit, sent by The Son.
The Father, The Son, and The Spirit are three,
And when we see Them as One, we are truly set free.
Free from the path of sin, as unbelievers we had trod,
Freed only through The Grace of an Unchanging God.
Once as a Christian, for we believed in His Name,
Our person and our lives will never be the same,
We strive to be different in what we might do or say,
However, some who have believed have fallen away.
As a Body in this Nation, we have truly been deceived,
And worse yet, by a peoples who do not even believe.
They say God Bless America and United we stand,
But, they fail to see the sin throughout our troubled land.
We are not truly United and divided we will fall,
For as a Nation our eyes are not on The Lord at all!
As a Nation we speak of our power and strength from within,
While we embrace and endorse all kinds of wicked sin.
Although we have Bibles, how much have we learned?
For even The Lord asked 'Will I find Faith when I return? '
(Copyright © 07/2002)
The United Conference of Hemispheres
How about...
The United States?
'No.
That's what we're called now! '
Oh...
You're right.
I forgot.
Well..
How about,
The United Federation of Americas?
'Hmmm...
Now that does have a ring.
With Canada, Mexico...
And the current United States.
I like the sound of it! '
Or...
How about,
The United Western Hemisphere?
'YES!
That's brilliant.
We'll have a meeting this weekend,
To discuss it!
But we must go slowly with this.
The people are already going nuts over the economy!
But I do love this idea.
We'll have the United Northern Hemisphere.
The United Eastern Hemisphere.
And the United Southern Hemisphere.
Whenever we come to meet...
We'll call ourselves,
The United Conference of Hemispheres!
Pass that by President Obama.
See if he approves before the announcement is made!
We must consolidate all nations as soon as possible.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Communal Collectivity
They come for the last of your freedoms.
With sugar glazed explanations.
To accept the taste without explanation.
In communal collectivity...
The few will make themselves untouchable,
By erasing everything...
People thought had been valuable.
And pooling everyone into a one world vision.
And doing this to insure...
Those selected and with wealth,
Will meet as a federation...
To make all decisions,
As a proclamation for humanity's destination.
To those still dabbling in delusions,
With wishes to select the best leader...
To restore their fantasies,
Are still dazed in disbelief!
Those who are aware and 'see'
Must extend our best wishes for their speedy recovery.
The onslaught of reality is amongst us NOW!
And the beginnings of One World Federation rule,
Has begun with the collapsing of the economy!
To leave those deceived left behind like fools!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wandering To A Promise
In His early people’s wanderings, God did many miraculous things,
A cloud by day, and a fire by night, always kept God in their sight,
Providing them water from a rock, He turned their thirst into shock,
We could call it shock and awe, as The Lord provided for them all.
God would provide from on High, as He rained quail from the sky,
In the morning the people found, manna plentiful upon the ground,
Forty years of providing all needs, showing to all awesome deeds,
From the time they set out, all clothing and sandals never wore out.
Delivered into the Promised Land, with His Mighty Sovereign Hand,
With a message many would herald, to all the nations of this world,
Established by God on the earth; His chosen land of special worth,
To fulfill His Promise to Abraham, He will bless or curse each land.
The ultimate blessing for all today, is to follow God’s Eternal Way,
Which all men find in Jesus Christ, who offers all men Eternal Life,
For He is the Messiah of Israel, with His Father’s Purpose to fulfill,
And as He deals with each nation, God offers every man salvation.
Bless the nations, some God will, all who bless the nation of Israel,
Cursed are some, by condemnation, all that cursed that tiny nation.
Come to God before it gets worse, and avoid God’s Eternal Curse,
To be blessed by God abundantly, and to live with Christ Eternally.
Until then be shepherded by Christ, while living in a world of strife,
And see the amazing hand of God, as He leads with staff and rod,
Providing all you need every day, as you live on life’s Narrow Way,
To be delivered by God’s hand, into God’s Eternal Promised Land.
(Copyright ©01/2009)
If I Were The Chief Of UNO!
If I become the Chief of United Nations Organisation,
I shall work for the formation of One Human World,
Which will supersede the Utopia of Thomas More,
Which will be better than Atlantis of Francis Bacon!
United Nations will be the Parliament of the World;
There will be Unity in Diversity among all Nations;
There will be Single Currency for all the Nations;
There will be one language for communication!
United Nations will control the security of the world;
All Weapons of Mass Destruction will be in its hands;
Nuclear Weapons will be in store to blast off asteriods
When they reach near the Earth to cause holocaust!
There will be common laws for all the nations to follow;
Education will cover agriculture, industry, science, arts
and give training in army too to give choice to choose
Jobs after education for all to live in peace, love and bliss!
poem by Ramesh T A
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We have helped to organize the United Nations. We believe it will stop aggressor nations from starting wars. Because we believe it, we intend to support the United Nations organization with all the power and resources we possess.
quote by James F. Byrnes
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amused He May Be
One can not destroy truth.
Some attempt to diminish its effectiveness...
With the hopes that fresh lies told,
Will overwhelm truth.
And make it go away!
With repeated creative embellishments.
To convince with gained attention meant.
Telling a lie,
Eventually...
Is something one wished not done.
Especially when God gets involved!
To solve confusions.
Giving those who tell them...
Those adorning them fast to mask...
Every opportunity to correct themselves.
Yet,
Liars who say they believe in God...
Looked surprised and shocked,
By the consequences God makes them pay...
For believing this 'Deity' is just referenced,
In a book!
With scriptures to read and to say.
If God can make a tree...
Do not believe lies coming from lips,
Are not heard!
Even from those professing themselves...
With the best of self righteousness.
As if they become protected...
Behind quotes and verses learned.
Yet folks will get on their knees,
To beg for gifts, forgiveness...
And wishes to come true.
As if God does not punish!
But follows through like a Santa Claus.
Exhausted from midnight deliveries!
I've been made to awaken from my unconciousness.
Dazed but saved from my self centered insanity.
Read those Bibles folks!
God has commanded total cities to be destroyed...
If He is not loved first and obeyed.
God can become crazed with jealousy!
He has already warned...
'Do 'NOT' worship any God before Me! '
And you can pray as much as you want.
However...
The Master is not on the side of deceivers.
Amused He may be!
But not one bit pleased!
And God has left evidence.
Sent messengers.
Brought some close to death.
Tried to shock some to mend their ways.
Taken away their gifts He has delivered.
And had them screaming in pain and grief.
Yet still many do not accept...
These acts are the creations of God!
They would love to believe,
This Deity approves their deceptions.
However...
Those are the limitations,
Use by those demonized...
To inflict wickedness for thrills.
And even those addicted to 'crack'...
Know there is nothing thrilling,
About a slow death one does not expect.
Or accept...
When a punishment is administered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Novocaine Free
What world have they been living in?
Not to notice the vanishing,
Of their quality of life slowly diminishing.
It's not as if there were not those who said so.
However...
There were those who chose to deny,
They were vicimizing themselves.
By accepting disrespect.
And condoning its appearance...
As the best yet to get.
While making no demands,
By raising a firm hand against this mess.
And suddenly they wish to stop the bleeding?
Suddenly they wish to see their children disciplined.
Suddenly they value the purpose of higher education.
Thinking now becomes a treasure.
And a comprehension is wanted...
By those who now understand,
What the mind can do when it is used.
And now folks choose to move forward...
With beliefs there will be no pain.
And for these folks it will be unfortunate,
For them to experience...
A reality that comes to them,
Novocaine free.
With no numbing of delusions done,
To trade reality for weekend escapades.
What comes is here to stay!
Prickling with truth to aid those awakening...
From their bouts of charaded amnesia.
Recessed with sweetened fantasies!
'1-2-3...
WAKE UP! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Small Minds
Small minds truly think alike, while, we have the mind of Christ,
For Christ has a Glorified mind, one which is of an eternal kind,
So all believers think far above, small minds, which I speak of,
Those believing there’s no God, and limited to this earthly sod.
We’re seated in heavenly realms; small minds, this overwhelms,
Seated in Heaven with Jesus Christ, Who’s given us eternal life,
A thought that is much too tall, for their thinking, which is small,
Small enough to dismiss Truth, that from God has all the proof.
All the proof man could need, to believe, but they will not heed,
Since they dismiss The Creator, they have no need for a Savior,
But, in due time they’ll find, they were mislead, by a small mind,
By the thinking much too small, to accept God, Who is over all.
We may be shallow in their eyes, however, in Christ we are wise,
With the mind of Christ our Savior, as we embraced our Creator,
The One Who created all we see, The Lord God over all Eternity,
Christ is Lord, over all, my friend, as all shall see come the end.
But the small minds can change, in the Power of Christ’s Name,
When they see they were blind, they too can have Christ’s mind,
By repenting to turn to God’s Son, the very Creator of everyone,
When God’s Truth they believe, the mind of Christ they’ll receive.
Reality For What It Is
You want a job?
Wake up to face reality for what it is!
There are plenty positions still available.
And once you have accepted,
To become trained successfully...
Volunteer for the overtime.
There will be plenty of it.
Since many will find it too stressful,
To have their pre-occupied minds...
Already set on entitlements.
And two week vacations.
Without working to earn their first cent.
You want a job?
Wake up to face reality for what it is!
There are plenty positions still available.
And that's why those who have outsourced the truth,
Hope the ones who refuse to awaken...
Keep their delusions pursued.
You want a job?
How about ridding your mind of fantasies?
And forgetting about that feast that fed your greed.
That same greed those who once employed but now can not,
To find themselves overseas to receive expected profits to pocket.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O My Heart!
Mended heart of mine, broken once, twice and many times,
Never thought that I could come out of it, forgive and forgiven,
Haze from the burning jungles, spread thousand miles,
The daze from the shock pumped through artery venous Niles,
Crumpled my dignity and respect and put me in dungeons,
From where I thought, I would not escape as pigeons,
Whether my heart mends me or I mend it,
The dirty fluid sent to be filtered and rejuvenated,
My broken heart received the nonstop supply,
Of love and comfort hormones from my body,
Worries of sparrows set free, confusion of butterflies,
Hatched from the memory cocoon flutters to dry,
Holding the faith of truth and goodness so dear,
I was emancipated as a free soul with no fear.
Hugging the truth of impossible, suck out the lies,
Tug in the reality of possible, I look handsome and wise.
Holding the faith and the hope as true goodness,
There flies my soul with great awareness.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Surface of the Sun (A Memory)
We were flailing in a pit of despair
Burnt alive, fighting for air
Doomed from the start, I swear
Losing consciousness, we fell into a cosmic haze
Looking back at the star miles away
How we had survived I could not say
A cosmic suicide squeeze play
We lost ourselves, floating star to star
Stuck in a void
Galactic abyss
Floating so long without purpose
‘Til I saw the princess
poem by J.M Berger
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Find My Baby For Me
(sonny burgess)
Sonny burgess (sun, first issued 1978)
Gonna call out the army, gonna call out the navy
Gonna call out the cavalry
Pray on high, call the f.b.i.
Find my baby for me
Get all the butchers, gonna get all the bakers
Gonna get all the cooks I see
They wont be cooking, theyll all be looking
Find my baby for me
Find my baby for me
Get some loving youll see
United nations, all the radiostations
Find my baby for me
All the well diggers, get all the cotton pickers
Gonna get all the farmers too
Call my neighbours, gather the labourers
Find my baby for me
Gonna get all the rockers, gonna get all the rollers
Gonna get everybody I see
Pray on high, call the f.b.i.
Find my baby for me
Find my baby for me
Get some loving youll see
United nations, all the radiostations
Find my baby for me
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Joining You
dear dar(lin') your mom (my friend) left a message on my machine she was frantic
saying you were talking crazy that you wanted to do away with yourself
I guess she thought i'd be a perfect resort because we've had
this inexplicable connection since our youth and yes they're in shock
they are panicked you and your chronic them and their drama
you this embarrassment us in the middle of this delusion
if we were our bodies
if we were our futures
if we were our defenses i'd be joining you
if we were our culture
if we were our leaders
if we were our denials i'd be joining you
I remember vividly a day years ago we were camping you knew more than you thought you should know
you said "I don't want ever to be brainwashed" and you were mindboggling you were intense
you were uncomfortable in your own skin you were thirsty but mostly you were beautiful
if we were our nametags
if we were our rejections
if we were our outcomes i'd be joining you
if we were our indignities
if we were our successes
if we were our emotions i'd be joining you
you and I we're like 4 year olds we want to know why and how come about everything
we want to reveal ourselves at will and speak our minds and never talk small and be intuitive
and question mightily and find god my tortured beacon
we need to find like-minded companions
if we were their condemnations
if we were their projections
if we were our paranoias i'd be joining you
if we were our incomes
if we were our obsession
if we were our afflictions i'd be joining you
we need reflection we need a really good memory feel free to call me a little more often
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
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Quatrain #242 - The truth, the whole truth and.........
The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth is what the law demands
but then the law is based upon the truth by which is issued its own commands.
The truth is based upon Reality where there can't be any idea of falsehood,
Reality is in fact the Absolute or Supreme Being that is really all Godhood.
poem by George Krokos
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With every step we take
Twenty miles, then twenty miles,
then twenty miles again.
We’ll keep on walking, day by day,
towards breast cancer’s end.
With every step, with every stair,
We train to walk this path
To raise the funds to fight the beast
And consign it to the past..
It will be hot, It may be wet
As we traverse the miles
and when we rest, beneath the stars,
We’ll sleep like stones awhile
With every step, with every mile
We’re walking towards a cure
And we would walk a thousand miles
To end its’ reign for sure..
If not in time for one we loved
Perhaps in time for others-
So many suffer scars or worse
where death’s dark angel hovers.
Twenty miles, then twenty miles,
then twenty miles again.
We’ll keep on walking, day by day,
towards breast cancer’s end.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Cosmic Conspiracy
Living in a daze, beyond belief
Withdrawn from all that I know
Disturbed by darkened thoughts
Of haunting agony, restrain the memorie
Fearing for my life
The government denies their sole existence
But it's much too late for them
Can't wait to see their faces
When they arrive again
Mental impairment, sanity lost, it's vanished away
But all I know, the men in black
Are secret spies, as the tension grows
Deep down inside, I know they're coming for me
For the 2nd time, I'm going, going away
Why am I caught in this conspiracy
Have to find a way
Don't care what it takes
I shall persevere
Tell me why it is this way
One more cosmic watergate
Can't believe it's me, strange captivity
Confused in this maze, no chance to escape
As the end draws near
New technology, high-tech slavery
Horrid state control, truth is far behind
Face the end of time
Tell me why it is this way
One more cosmic watergate
Psychic war, deletion zone
Future destiny unknown
song performed by by Voivod
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Psalm 96
v.1,10ff
C. M.
Christ's first and second coming.
Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new-discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.
Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own almighty Son;
His power the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds his throne.
Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day,
Joy through the earth be seen;
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
Let an unusual joy surprise
The islands of the sea:
Ye mountains, sink; ye valleys, rise;
Prepare the Lord his way.
Behold, he comes, he comes to bless
The nations as their God;
To show the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.
But when his voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread
To see their Judge appear!
poem by Isaac Watts
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Cold Iron Bound
by Bob Dylan
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm twenty miles out of town, in cold irons bound
The walls of pride are high and wide
Can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
One look at you and I'm out of control
Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm twenty miles out of town in Cold irons bound
There's too many people, too many to recall
I thought some of 'm were friends of mine; I was wrong about 'm all
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
I found my world, found my world in you
But your love just hasn't proved true
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds
Reality has always had too many heads
Some things last longer than you think they will
There are some kind of things you can never kill
It's you and you only, I'm been thinking about
But you can't see in and it's hard lookin' out
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Well the fats in the fire and the water's in the tank
The whiskey's in the jar and the money's in the bank
I tried to love and protect you because I cared
I'm gonna remember forever the joy that we shared
Looking at you and I'm on my bended knee
You have no idea what you do to me
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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