Marketed To Promote
The having of life is only considered to be fragile,
When the destruction of it begins to visit...
The doorsteps of those unaware,
Of their own delight in being entertained...
In environments they believe are safe and protected,
From being directly affected.
And even then they are mystified,
By how their approach and way of life...
Continues to advocate devisiveness and chaos,
With the promoting of 'innocent' violence...
Marketed to promote an ongoing process,
That gives them a false sense of feeling secure.
'We are baffled as to why these things keep happening to us.
Everyone should know by now,
That the guns and videos purchased with ease...
Are only there to indulge our fantasies.
Everyone should know by now,
They are there for that purpose only.
Ad not to create our own mayhem.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mystified
Written by lindsey buckingham and christine mcvie.
Oh...
Pretty baby
This feeling I just cant hide
You got me mystified
Oh...
Pretty darling
This feeling is deep inside
You got me mystified
The light that shines around you
It blinds my eyes
Theres a magic surrounds you
Tell me where your secret lies
Oh...
Pretty darling
This feeling is deep inside
You got me mystified
Oh...
Pretty baby
This feeling I just cant hide
You got me mystified
You got me mystified
Mystified
Mystified
Mystified
Mystified
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Collection Sessions
Bring back my fantasies.
You can't take those from me!
I was born to believe in them.
Don't confuse the issue...
By introducing,
A reality that I refuse.
Bring back my fantasies.
Don't remove those concepts...
Or those needs.
I was raised to accept philosophies.
Based on beliefs,
My worth was purchased...
Financed, mortgaged and taxed
With a long term lease.
I was raised to have 'things' and things I wish.
Now I'm told none of this may soon exist?
Is this a joke?
Is there a punchline with it?
If there is I just don't get it!
But I have a degree to do what I please?
All my life,
I've been teased to acquire these!
As a remedy to obtain a life of ease.
And now your saying,
My piece of pie is denied?
And it has 'moments' left before it leaves?
Who put you up to this?
To lie to me?
Bring back my fantasies.
You can't take those from me!
I was born to believe in them.
Don't confuse the issue...
By introducing,
A reality that I refuse.
What will my neighbors think?
If I show nothing that I've gained?
With repossessions I face.
And everything to lose...
Except for my shame!
In collection sessions?
My life wasn't lived for that goal to aim!
Bring back my fantasies.
Why are you torturing only me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They 'Had' A Connection
Once a picking apart begins,
The entire fabric becomes affected.
And so effective is the unravelling,
Those who believe themselves not participants...
With a turning away from the 'incident',
Do not pay any attention to it...
Until the tree they have kept their nest so high,
Feeling protected, safe and unaffected...
Is chopped to the ground.
And only 'then' do they realize...
They 'had' a connection.
But guess what?
A debating over it,
Seldom reverses what has taken place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Time As We Know It
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
There are those awaiting,
For that right time to come.
That right time to do as one wishes,
To put off to do and get those things done.
That right time to collect,
What it is that is needed believed to perfect...
A happiness surrounded with,
An exactness to accept.
Dictated and controlled as one expects!
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
Yet...
That right time that begins for them,
Is as elusive as promises anticipated and made.
When God gives us time,
None of it can be saved.
Nor does that time God gives,
Contemplates in hesitation waiting.
I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Night
Sunk deep in the night
I sink in the night
Standing alone underneath the sky
I feel the chill of ice
On my face
I watch the hours go by
The hours go by
You sleep
Sleep in a safe bed
Curled and protected
Protected from sight
Under a safe roof
Deep in your house
Unaware of the changes at night
At night
I hear the darkness breathe
I sense the quiet despair
Listen to the silence
At night
Someone has to be there
Someone has to be there
Someone must be there
song performed by by Cure
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Process continues
All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.
All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.
Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.
The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Temporarily!
Too little too late to stimulate,
A lost confidence
That has arrived when some
Have become irate.
Lives were pledged...
To follow you to the edge.
And now it is discovered,
That direction is dead!
Too little too late to stimulate,
With or without invigorating debate!
The chances taken to play with people's fate...
Doesn't leave them feeling more protected.
Nor are they feeling more secure or safe.
What a mess has been created,
Because of impulses you made to take!
And now you wish to be believed,
That a quick fix to prevent a tidal wave of grief...
Is going to stop that from happening...
And solve all needs!
'Temporarily! '
OH! ...
Temporarily?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'd Rather Watch Grass Grow
I am not going to follow you,
To feel secure...
In anyone's darkened dungeon.
To feel protected from what?
Life?
Or the light of day?
To then pretend I am feeling safe?
From what?
Your increasing insanity?
No thank you.
I'd rather watch grass grow,
Just to get away from your concept of living.
Than to sit and listen to you...
Complain day in and day out,
About the neighbors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indulge Me
My latest little mood
A darker shade of blue
Still I draw closer to you
My pretty little dress
Begins to look a mess
Infatuation come through
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Take heart Im telling you
My life has come too soon
But somewhere Ill find some time
In every other way
Youve told me what to say
These final words now are mine
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
You may have walked away
But were still as close
As when I gazed
Deep in your gentle eyes
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Enlighten me with you
Look at things the way you do
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
Make the dream come true
Show me how to comfort you
Indulge me please
Ill take the breath you breathe
song performed by by Olive
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The Eternal Soul
In a world full of chaos and strife
When everything seems out of control
Fragile physical bodies cling to life
Unaware of;
The resilience of “The Eternal Soul”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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One Who Fishes For Nonsense to Dish
They've been taught to cast blame,
Responsibility and the game of placing shame...
Upon the shoulders of someone else.
To free themselves of guilt and its association.
And these teachings have come spouting out,
Directly from the dictates of the horse's mouth.
But...
The horse is accustomed to delusion and denial.
And makes attempts to set its own trial...
With a handpicked jury,
And a judge known to have selective memory.
And anyone looking in,
When these lessons began to be taught without end.
Have also been unknown willing victims...
Of this very same process,
That keeps them entertained.
Taught to cast blame,
By one who fishes for nonsense to dish...
Upon fresh and innocent subjects to train.
With a purpose to have glorified,
One's own name and fame to claim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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I would just like to get him to think about these things; whether what's happening in Iraq is promoting the culture of life. The worry is that he is so certain that he know where he's going to lead the country.
quote by Peter Singer
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Nayibs's Song
Lately my son i've been confused
Don't know what to tell you 'cause it's all such bad news
Lately my son i've been discouraged
I look around and it fills me with worry
What kind of world can i offer you
Where will it all lead, do we have the sense to make it through?
I've tried to figure it out, to have an answer i can tell you
But all i can see, all i can see
(chorus)
Is i am here for you, and you are here for me
It's an ongoing process
I will take care of you and you will take care of me
If were gona make some progress
(verse 2)
Lately my son i feel ashamed
For many things that have happened and are happening again
Really my son i thought we'd learned
From what i see around me it's a very tough world
But all i can hope is that you take it as a challenge
To create somthing new that will take you far,
I know that you can manage
To scatter some hope, 'cause it's not to late to repair the damage
The only way it can be, is so easy to see
Repeat chorus
(bridge)
You gotta believe, never be afraid to dream
But follow it through, 'cause it won't get done unless it comes from you
Gotta make it all work, for the ones that are coming after you
Though hard it may seem, gotta believe
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Two Peas In a Pod
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Panting...
And rushing out of breath.
To be in step,
And in sync with thought!
Never ones to rant,
Neither of them can't.
They have chosen a life for them that works.
Baggage free and deserted of jerks!
And those who have totally gone berserk,
With degrees to academically define...
An absence of common sense,
In their densed state of minds!
Trying to explain...
A dimming light in their brains!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
They don't try to meet
Expectations that defeat
Or deceive!
They don't try to make enemies,
Just to see if they can beat them!
And they match each other,
When the other...
Isn't there to make a pair.
This doesn't matter.
In their minds.
In their hearts.
When such feeling surrounds them,
Everywhere.
Not caring who believes it!
This is theirs and they receive it!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
Panting...
And rushing out of breath.
To be in step,
And in sync with thought!
Never ones to rant,
Neither of them can't.
They have chosen a life for them that works.
Baggage free and deserted of jerks!
And those who have totally gone berserk,
With degrees to academically define...
An absence of common sense,
In their densed state of minds!
Trying to explain...
A dimming light in their brains!
Two peas in a pod.
Each other needed.
To feed a wish...
To be together,
And not mystified!
By those who seek,
To pierce their privacy...
With eyes that pry,
To probe inside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That 'Rubbing' Done That Has Appalled You
If you really want to feel offended by anything done,
To you that is believed is directed.
Be you offended,
By being deceived, manipulated and used.
By those who have thrown that up in your face.
Then compared that to something you've heard,
That you have felt...
Rubbed you the wrong way.
Now...
With that 'rubbing' done that has appalled you,
Connect that something said...
To that which is actually happening to you.
On a daily basis that you have blindly accepted.
With that false faith you project to protect.
That accepts being deceived, manipulated and used.
What words have you heard has directly affected your life?
The words you don't like?
Or the people honest enough to say them?
Now...which do you prefer when being stabbed in the back?
Being able to selected the instrument used?
Or do you have a preference for a certain color?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excusing Everything
I often wondered what my life would be like,
If I had the luxury of being protected.
With a sheltering from harm,
Every step of the way.
And to accuse someone,
For abandoning my sense of feeling safe...
Whenever they temporarily went away.
And...
Upon their return,
A look I would give would riddle them with guilt.
To then be cuddled with assurance,
That everything was okay.
And I could live excusing everything I did.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sense and Sensitivity 2010
Sense and sensitivity.2010
Big city life is not for me.
Too many minds impinge on mine.
Broadcasting thoughts quite randomly
that have no purpose or design.
the broadcast thoughts though unaware
that other people can receive.
I find such chaos hard to bear.
I must raise barriers to achieve
the peace of mind for which I yearn.
Leaves me no choice I must return
to rural life and peacefulness.
Though city life is not for me.
It may suit you admirably.
Saturday,03 July 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Why Kill Innocence?
Everytime a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Everytime there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Everytime a heart is stabbed
Some1 else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence
So why kill innocence?
Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why kill innocence?
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why kill the innocence?
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children
Full of innocence
When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
KILLING INNOCENCE…
poem by Angira Chakraborty
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