Miraculous
Somehow...
It has remained,
Anchored!
Cemented in their heads...
That it is perfectly okay,
To stay completely obstinate.
Against change.
And the evolution of it!
And somehow...
A satisfaction sits,
With those trying to convince
Others who have moved on.
Silence has come to visit upon their stagnant voices.
Somehow...
They believe,
Such a stubbornness that exists...
Is a mindset that is envied.
Somehow...
One has to be awed,
By this self hypnosis seen
That can 'drop' jaws!
It is magical and miraculous,
That folks like this have any existence at all!
But they do...
Somehow.
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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Hothead
Here in the shadows where we, stand watching lady, watching man
Reading the pictures as they roll -
We see the planet lose control
Hothead!
Evolution, nonstop evolution
Hothead!
Hothead!
Evolution, nonstop evolution
(hothead..)
Time, time will change the picture (all the time)
About time!, (all the time)
Time will change the picture
How to change the points of view
bout what is fake and what is true
Blow by blow youre telling me
Youll change the course of history
(chorus)
Bop bop bop bop, bop-bop-bop
Bop bop bop bop, bop-bop-bop
Bop bop bop bop, bop-bop-bop
Bop bop dop bop
Time!, time!
I turn you on you turn me off
Right now Im suffering from this culture shock
You spread confusion wherever you can
With shaking heads and shaking hands
Use propoganda to manipulate
When they make a bust you protect the state
Then the body break and the body tumble -
So you build it up, then you watch it crumble.
Time will change the picture
(evoltion, nonstop evolution)
About time, time will change the picture
(evoltion, nonstop evolution)
About time, time will change the picture
(evoltion, nonstop!)
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Human Experience
What other experience,
Would one wish to have...
Than this as it is.
This human experience?
Having life,
Which is not always happy or sad!
Although on occasion ecstatic.
And at other times life sits in a static.
Emphatically stagnant,
That seems to drag!
Blending in with nature's mix...
Are the 'have nots' with those who 'have'.
And many interpret this,
Based upon materialistic wishes.
With accumulated treasures...
To fulfill dreams and hopes,
The human experience teaches...
Showers those who are persistently consistent.
And driven by 'ethics' of hard work.
And yet there are others,
Who would rather sit and complain.
As they seek someone devoted to listen to them...
With patience enough,
That does not exhaust with a straining of the brain.
Or completely drain to leave one insane.
Relationships diverse and complex...
With choices chosen by preferences.
To tease with variety,
That appease appetites craved...
To quench a thirst that exists.
Having life,
Which is not always happy or sad!
Although on occasion ecstatic.
And at other times life sits in a static.
Emphatically stagnant,
That seems to drag!
But what other experience,
Would one wish to have...
Than this as it is.
This human experience?
Would it be better enjoyed...
If taxes and the stress of living it,
Were totally eliminated?
And the ease of laziness...
Awarded those who are,
With prizes and gifts...
For this accomplishment!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Seeking Of An Audience
Why argue with those,
Who have found comfort...
In their own redundancy.
A fixed stubbornness...
Is not going to change.
Just as misery loves company.
And a mindset caught up in self destruction,
Loves nothing more than the attention given.
With a seeking of an audience to applaud.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grown Folks Continue to Roll Eyeballs
No steps should one take backward...
Unless they are in some game.
It's okay if something is to be learned.
If something from hindsight will change.
But some aren't prepared to learn at all.
Unless they qualify who teaches...
And why they should learn.
Leaving lessons missed,
With minds left twisted to drift.
And arguments over who has learned...
Anything at all.
Opportunities become stagnant...
And grown folks continue to roll eyeballs.
As if there was something in their heads connecting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temporary Guests
Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.
And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.
Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
On this Earth.
Or can not divorce themselves from craving,
A taste for an exclusive foreverness...
Selected for a few to feed and greed.
This,
Reality...
That has a beginning which advances to an end,
Many can not accept,
Themselves as temporary guests.
But dictators to infest a manifesting of regression.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Them Have It
As much as I have come,
To appreciate my own experiences.
There are a few avenues I have revisited,
I will admit this...
I still do not understand.
I have come to favorably 'assume',
The overwhelming majority of the people I see...
Have come to live withing this existence,
The old fashion way.
Although there are some who deny this,
And would rather debate how they 'arrived'.
And that is okay!
However...
There are those who insist,
Something about them is owed a special consideration.
And they display a stubbornness to inflict upon others.
With a sharing of this mindset all over the place.
Not only do they not get it...
With a flashing of neon signs to awaken their minds.
But they have a preference to stay in a yesterday,
To repeat familiar sufferings that come their way.
And...
With common expectations to blame someone else.
My solution to anyone wishing to maintain a happiness,
Is to let people like this do exactly what they wish!
Yes!
Unless,
They have come too close to step on any one's toes.
And then by all means,
Without making excuses or apologies...
Let they have it!
Yes.
Let them have it,
Your way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Mystery Is There
No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.
The ones who go through the motions...
Are not completely freed.
Doubts scatter about in their minds.
With images perceived.
Messages they get...
Are often discredited and thrown away.
And still they pray to be relieved...
Of miseries carried and/or adorned,
On their sleeves.
And a presence God selects,
To ensure to those faithful...
He is, indeed, near.
Those of conflicting hypocrisies,
Choose not to silence their lips.
Yet quick to close their ears.
No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.
'Those can not be,
The messages for 'me' to receive.
They come across too intellectual.
And a feeling of suspicion...
Wishes inside of me for them to leave.'
~And you are more familiar with nonsense?
With an acceptance of that and deceit? ~
'No,
I'm not saying that at all.
If God were to contact me...
I would know it in His manner of 'speech'.
Which I 'perceive' is more down to Earth,
Than what I've heard falsely spoken to me.'
~So,
In other words...
You are a selective listener? ~
'I'm just saying...
I know the voice of God when I hear it.
And so far,
The only voices that I've heard,
Are from those folks who think they know me.
They don't know me to tell me what I should do! '
~So why do you pray? ~
'To get answers from God,
Of course.
What a stupid question! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Forgiveness Poem/Story) A Miraculous Healing
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
It's as if the wounds were never even there.
How is that even possible?
I saw the stabbing.
He should have died.
But yet he's alive.
Somehow he did survive.
Some say it is a pact of lies.
But I know the truth.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
A story of the fortunate.
The luck of the Irish.
It was a just miss.
A little to the right.
A little to the left.
And he wouldn't exist.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
A bloody blade.
With thoughts of a accomplishment drinking down some expensive chardonnay.
If he only knew.
The secrets of the autumn dew.
The water drips of the truth.
But it will never be heard by those who aren't looking with their heart.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Some souls can never be stolen.
No matter how much one tries.
Corruption within the eyes.
Some souls can never be awoken.
A noose yet waits to be tied.
With in a smoke of mirror images it hides.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Such an awesome feeling.
To know he yet lives.
How can he ever forgive such actions?
Hate does bring some satisfaction.
If only for a moment of self gratification.
Destination unknown, but now you are alone.
Facing the truth of what your attempt really did.
Guilt bares no mercy on those who know it by its first name.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
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The Belief System
Some folks do things,
Because they want others to 'believe'...
They 'are' somebody.
Who knows what's up,
The sleeves of people like these.
And those folks with 'beliefs'
Who know they have 'always' been 'somebody'
Don't need to look for acknowledgement.
They are going to get it anyway.
Because of who they are!
And wherever they are...
Good deeds done,
Seem to be always something done they do.
There is no belief system used to convince.
There is an obviousness without the need to mention.
It is in the existence,
That transcends what may or may not be...
What comes forward off of people's lips,
For others to physically with their eyes see.
And...
It is not because of what they want others to believe!
That this is so,
From embellished exaggerations.
Entertaining and released from an implementation.
And fantasies from them born...
To come to life and grow!
It is in the observation,
That proves a deserving worthiness...
Upon which others bestow,
Those of merit that receive attention.
Leaving to be distanced,
Those folks who wish others to believe
They are 'somebody'.
And they are...
Provoked into some self serving action.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Will Their Greed Lead Them
Now that they've been smeared and jeered...
After what they did to the economy and the atmosphere.
Where will their greed lead them...
When they have been some of the most disruptive,
And destructive folks.
Where will they go?
Safe into some satisfaction...
Where honored crooks are freed to bestow,
Upon each other,
A sharing together...
Benefits reaped?
From deceiving and screwing up the lives,
Of over a million folks.
And counting.
Forced out of homes...
Where they will not find,
Neither peace of mind nor restful sleep.
When they have been some of the most disruptive,
And destructive...
Corrupted folks.
Where will they go?
'Sssshhh...
And you didn't hear this from me.
They've moved to Dubai'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You're Going To The Ball At All
If you're going to the ball at all,
Be prepared to be the topic of the week.
And,
Be the one prepared to leave...
Jaws dropped.
And people awed.
If you want to be the one at the ball,
To set the record straight and hear the boos...
You boo back at the ones doing it to you.
'Cause you are too far out in space.
Too ahead of time and first place in the race.
And you're too much! Too soon...
Delivering a taste people have yet to crave.
And too amazing to be dismissed as the next rage.
If you're going to the ball at all,
Be prepared to be the topic of the week.
And,
Be the one prepared to leave...
Jaws dropped.
And people awed by your technique that will be copied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Theirs to Declare
It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
Thieves do not get the connection,
That what is taken does not to one belong.
You can locate planets and give them names...
But only the creator can make claims.
And people who believe,
They rule above and over those dictates of God...
Find themselves beset by struggles.
And in their blind consciousness,
Can not see themselves...
As defects.
It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
With a certain 'class' of folks...
Believing themselves as self righteously perfect.
And deserving to label anything on Earth and beyond,
As theirs to declare.
With destruction and conflicts they initiate to carry on.
Like any incurable disease on a rampage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Restricted From Possibilities
Those with insecurities,
Longer have to admit them.
Their nightmares are making visits,
On every dream there is.
And restricted from possibilities,
By the ones afraid to welcome and adopt change.
And in these days,
Where physical change is all around.
With the Earth making them.
Some extremely profound!
There are those still in disbelief...
Yesterday is not returning,
No matter how stubborn...
In their heads they refuse tomorrow to come!
There is no need to insist these folks are ignorant,
Stupid or just plain dumb.
They've been convinced they are the reason,
All of life exists.
And from their lips,
Are heard comparisons that remain racist.
Stuck together like fools on a sinking ship.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A prayer for a Lost Loved One
Silence is no silence,
fear engulfs loved ones,
voices in heads pray,
for safety of a lost one.
No news is no sign of good news;
tears roll down; down to the ground,
shakes and anger circling ascends
in and out like breathing.
Silence is no silence,
fear engulfs loved ones,
voices in heads pray,
for safety of a lost one.
Fury rises with the sun,
and stays behind with the moon.
Silent stares, lone figures
Walk up down, awaiting news. And…
No news is no sign of good news;
tears roll down; down to the ground,
shakes and anger circling ascends
in and out like breathing.
Simper a cuddle no longer possible-
weight lose, gray hallow face
sleepless, reckless nights of
curving streaking worry.
Silence is no silence,
fear engulfs loved ones,
voices in heads pray,
for safety of a lost one.
No sign, sun shines; wondering thoughts,
to the safety of a child
tears of fear, sadness, rain falls
on ovals – fear rises and…
No news is no sign of good news;
tears roll down; down to the ground,
shakes and anger circling ascends
in and out like breathing.
Communities worry, grief, feel
And hold lost ones together-
Give and build strength,
Prayers whisper from door to door.
Silence is no silence,
fear engulfs loved ones,
voices in heads pray,
for safety of a lost one.
Water rolls silently, hands folded,
head bent in silence for prayer.
Whispers of trees blow, blow to the distance
Reveals simper cuddles.
Hands folded,
head bent,
silent prayer, for lost loved one.
Silence is no silence,
fear engulfs loved ones,
voices in heads pray,
for safety of a lost one.
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Battling A Surreal World
alone in the house
reading the news of the day
i slipped into a nap on the sofa
a sudden chill down the spine
shook me out of the day-mare
it was a world mysteriously chilling
my stiffled screams that failed to
leave my vocal cords were
heard by none but me
i tried to walk but remained
where i first took my step
i moved around people
whose heads were
strangely missing
only the bodies moved about
foolish of me...how could
those without heads can
ever hear me or see me!
i literally had to muster the energies
i could claim as mine even in that
semi-conscious state to fight against
the surreal world i was thrown into
to breathe in a world, safe and secure
however drab it might be...
08nov2009
17.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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In Silence
We talk in silence
We speak in exchanging breath
We argue in silence
We battle with our stare
We think in silence
We travel in our mind
We promise in silence
We create the secret better
We sing in silence
We smile in radiant melody
We enjoy in silence
We move with our body
We share in silence
We stay in each other arms
We love in silence
We grow the hope of warmth
We hate in silence
We shake in every fiber being
We pray in silence
We enchant the words in heart
We long in silence
We drown in loneliness
We break in silence
We flow soundless tears
We walk in silence
We tell our story in footprint
We listen in silence
We could hear numerous voices
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Without a Smidgen of Maliciousness
Like most people in the same mindset,
A belief is indoctrinated within them...
That whatever they do and wherever they go,
Their actions and deeds are 'always' correct.
With ears closed and mouths open,
A narrow mentality from them you can expect.
But don't rush to pass judgement on them.
These folks are without a smidgen of maliciousness.
Like all trained pets...
Doing nothing more nor nothing less,
Than what a limited vision accepts.
This is the existence for them that is best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because Of My Own Stubbornness
Why did I not pay any attention?
I have lost everything,
Because of my own stubbornness.
'Well,
You said it yourself.
Because of your stubbornness,
You have lost everything.
But you have gained a wisdom,
In the knowing that you must rid yourself...
From that stubbornness.'
Yeah.
Even if I did that...
What I had will never return.
'I once acquired an abundance of ignorance myself.
I thought I couldn't live without it until it was gone.
And when I sought understanding for my failures?
Guess what? '
What?
'My stubbornness was in the center of all of it!
And when I began to comprehend that...
It didn't matter what 'things' I had to impress others.
And that is the only reason why I acquired 'things'.
My stubbornness made me believe I needed to impress.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
What happened to your ego?
What happened to that?
'When my stubbornness got up and left,
I realize it was connected to my ego.
There is nothing like seeing,
How shallow and limited one can be.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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