More Tweaking To Be Done
He's not the worse we've seen,
Or this Earth has experienced...
Yet!
What he's done wont be forgettable.
And his followers will be regrettable.
The ones who created, sold and marketed
Tragedy!
Imagine...
The Dinosaurs have become extinct.
And they were far more intelligent.
They left behind evidence that they could think!
However,
This experiment called 'life' is not over!
There's still more 'tweaking' to be done.
And some thought adjustments to be made!
An enlightenment will be injected.
And some fools returned back to their caves!
That idea was intended as a joke...
EVERYONE took too seriously!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Greatest Achievements
The tragedy is not in the aftermath,
When ruins are created to be experienced.
The tragedy experienced is admitting,
The aftermath had opportunities to be avoided.
And those addicted to ceremonies,
To praise themselves...
Are the most likely to find what they've done,
Historically considered to be their greatest achievements.
No need to seek to locate the evidence.
An awakening provides an abundance of proof.
Although sadly enough,
Many enjoy the parading of the pomp and circumstance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Danger paced...
Are they viewing life,
From limitations of race!
Made important by those hating.
Erasing themselves like insects,
On a death binge.
With beliefs that increase fear,
And implusive actions to eliminate
God's creations.
Retaliation comes from the heavens.
This experiment called Earth...
Is not working!
They come to make adjustments.
A cleansing of impurities are faced.
Alterations to thoughts made...
Come to upgrade and improve upon our evolution!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Better Idea
He hung the moon
Raised the sun
Made the lions walk
And the rivers run
Then he sat down, looked around
And thought a bit
Said, its all good but that aint quite it
So with his mighty hand he created man
And then
Chorus
He had a better idea
A much better idea
He made an angel like sweet perfume
A heavenly smile, someone who
Can light up a room with a heart so true
I thank God he created me
But when I look at you I see
He had a better idea
Thought Id have to face
This world alone
Just walk through life
Without a hand to hold
And I accepted that
I said in fact it might be nice
To live my way
Now thats paradise
Be he knew all along
I was wrong
Repeat chorus (2x)
He had a better idea
God had a better idea
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Are You Experienced?
If you can just get your mind together
Uh-then come on across to me
Well hold hands and then well watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh?
Well, I have
(well) I know, I know, youll probably scream and cry
That your little world wont let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
Are you tryin to prove to that youre
Made out of gold and-uh, cant be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you, yeah
Trumpets and violins I can-uh, hear in the distance
I think theyre callin our name
Maybe now you cant hear them,
But you will, ha-ha, if you just
Take hold of my hand
Ohhh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Surprises In Store For Those With Closed Eyes
Ignore the truth,
And deceit will someday suffocate.
Participate in the re-creation of reality...
And the Earth,
With the assistance of the Sun and Moon...
Will not hesitate to awaken those mistakened by this!
Life and the naturalness of it as experienced...
Is not created from a human perception.
Nor is it a reflection that decides when to change,
Into something more acceptible.
This 'experiment' called life,
WE have decided to destroy...
With a selfishness employed.
Will find divisions within it that survives.
And the end result of this evolution...
Has surprises in store for those with closed eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imagine the World
Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?
poem by Bouche Cousue
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An ecological thought eked out
God
doesn't get much sympathy
from believers
or unbelievers
(though for different reasons)
but just imagine
how He must feel
when, having created
all the glorious,
ludicrous
(He has a sense of humour surely)
multitude of species,
mankind just knocks them off one by one,
I mean, just imagine having all those extinct species
in your Mind,
sketches, working models, problems resolved,
fine tuning, (er, evolution in later versions?)
but no longer there for all to see
and sometimes laugh
despite the fact that
they themselves don't see the joke, and live OK thanks very much...
it would try the patience of a saint
as they say
poem by Michael Shepherd
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Sonnet: Some Secrets of Life
Our earthly life is merely adjustments
Of various kinds with things that surround us;
Depending on our many involvements,
We get results called failure or success.
Whatev’r we give to others matters most;
Whatev’r we share is also important;
Whatev’r we get back is finally lost;
Whatev’r we take back is significant!
The cause of creation was love of God;
His love had made the universe and man;
There’s not a thing o’er which we can ev’r lord,
Except the love returned in our life’s span!
Why waste our precious life and time God gave?
More than all beasts, man must better behave!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-30-2009
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You Give Intelligent Life a Bad Name
You give intelligent life a bad name.
Your behavior is quite ignorant...
And you display it without any shame.
A daily deposit of snide comments,
Seems a trend you send with ease.
And those you subject,
To disrespect unsuspectedly...
Aren't amused and far from pleased.
At least in public...
Your actions aren't received!
You give intelligent life a bad name...
For attention that's obviously apparent.
But no one who observes you,
Acting with such disgust...
Find fault at all with your parents?
They probably waited until you slept,
Packed their bags and left,
You alone!
Who made you believe
An attitude like yours
Was ever acceptable or condoned?
You give intelligent life a bad name.
Are you an experiment...
From another time unknown?
Or have you been around
Being an obnoxious clown,
Reflecting social patterns
No one admits...
In this 'town'
Are quite like our own! ?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept In The Worshipping Of Fear
I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.
Those who have turned a blind eye,
To allow this sleaze to slither...
While dancing to the beat and 'weeding',
Have made this investment for their children.
With dividends to rhythmically stay high as a goal.
I see no benefits delivered,
To those doers of misdeeds and evil.
Followers a plenty they may have to boast!
But there is nothing they have done,
To laugh and/or joke about.
And those who have remained on their knees,
Praying to be released from this reality they've created...
Without knowing to 'whom' or 'what' they pray to,
Have brought into their own lives their own set of demons.
To ensure they are kept in the worshipping of fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ship Of Fools
Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,
Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.
I wont slave for beggars pay, likewise gold and jewels,
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin of the boat,
And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.
I wont leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
Dont lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought, when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Last Friday night, I Twitted a photograph of myself that I intended to send as a direct message as part of a joke to a woman in Seattle. Once I realized I posted to Twitter I panicked, I took it down and said that I had been hacked. I then continued with that story, to stick to that story which was a hugely regrettable mistake.
quote by Anthony Weiner
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It is a pity that dinosaurs have become extinct. Just think of the things that could have been made out of their skin.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Existing to Amuse
We are the curiosity of nature.
An after-thought of the Earth's creation.
And amusing it,
With our conflicts.
We have been made to believe,
We are greater than we are.
Made to perceive...
We are more than dustmites.
With power great.
Because we can destroy as we please.
And premeditate it!
What we reflect is an experiment.
Controlled by greater spirits.
In other dimensions near us!
And in this reality we have named and called 'life'...
We are just figments,
Of a 'Supreme' imagination.
Existing to amuse!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stalking Storks
You are 'still' embarrassed
By open discussions regarding sex?
Although you condone violence
That is created without debate...
Marketed and sold to incite riots.
All of us have been fucked up!
Screwed by some form of love connection made.
However that is termed to keep you from squirming.
Two or more people got together,
To get you here.
By doing the 'nasty'.
Not by stalking storks,
To inquire about delivery dates.
And these realities are traumatic to our children,
Once they are called into battle on the killing fields.
Wherever and whenever it has been determined
Our 'interests' have been threatened and violated!
Like a rape of our senses long distorted!
'Storm Petrels' would have been better qualified,
If chosen to occupy that position!
We would be better prepared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When The Last Human Being
When the last human being from Planet Earth has gone
The Goddess of Nature will surely live on
Yes without us to bother her Nature will live
We take and take from her and in return little give
For our disrespect to her we will be made to pay
What goes around comes around as some do say
Nature for her extinct life forms never lament
The donosaurs came and the dinosaurs went
She gives life and the remains of her dead does receive
And in the face of death she does not laugh or grieve
But long after the last human being from the World has gone
Nature the immortal will be living on.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Sad Dream
The night was cold and long,
A thought came along the way,
Whispering words of a tragedy,
It must be an informer, or an advisor,
The tragedy, story of a bad man,
The whisper louder than the shout,
There was a legend told that night,
Somebody showed what it lookeed like,
She shadows that passed her,
It wasnt me but she thought it me,
I was lover and a friend,
But the dream chased me away,
Far away from the hand I held,
It was a dream, the great thougt,
The surreal that took my love away,
The reality that never was.
Will I ever see you again,
Or maybe you were married by the dream,
The unusual myth and ideology,
The space it created,
We dream and dream big,
Do we maake dreams our masters,
We think and we think wide,
Do we make thoughts our aims
For the loved ones you betrayed,
In your life im a dream,
In your dream im not your life,
The thoughts I have for you my dear,
The space you always try and keep,
Will I ever be with you,
Living in the reality of the frightful dream,
I wont strike your fear,
You made me a wolf among sheep,
A tale of a sad dream
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Mean Old Man
On my own
How could I have known?
Imagine my surprise
Just a fool
From a tree full of fools
Who cant believe his eyes
Imagine my surprise
I was a mean old man
I was an ornery cuss
I was a dismal dan
I made an awful fuss
Ever since my life began
Man, it was ever thus
I was a nasty tyke who was hard to like
I had to misbehave
I did things in reverse
Refused to wash or shave
I was horrid to my nurse
I got back what I gave
Which only made me worse
I had to have my way
Which was bleak and gray, oh dear
Living in here
One hundred years of rain
Such a drag
This riches to rags
With just myself to blame
A dirty low-down shame
Silly me
Silly old me
Somewhere outside my mind
Clever you
Walking me through
Willing to lead the blind
Just in the nick of time
Who gets a second chance?
Who gets to have some fun?
Who gets to learn to dance
Before his race is run?
Who gets to shed his skin?
Who comes up born again?
Who was a mean old man
til you turned him into a golden retriever
Puppy dog
Whos a good boy?
song performed by by James Taylor
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Imagine
Ease your mind for an instant and let us think
Change is too late only when you’re extinct
Imagine yourself not having one possession
Or strays putting little kids in processions
No politics worked for partisan misgivings
Imagine tolerance and care without a religion
The world’s a wondrous mess despite what’s left
And although I feel the same, John said it best
-You may say I’m a dreamer; well I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world can be as one
Imagine the hunger made by the greed
Ceases to exist and no poverty
No countries or leaders destroyed for position
We all sympathize with our human condition
The days can’t be held from passing us by
Nor the sadness inherent in our aging eyes
Imagine a world where we can all feel blessed
And breathe a sigh of relief with one calm breath
Imagine
poem by P.R. Prosper
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