Not Illusions From Slept Dreams
A shock comes to wrestle,
Sleepers from the deep!
Nothing believed has credence...
As perceptions from minds will leap!
A discovery is made,
And kept secret no more.
Life forms on the Moon will beam,
To have lived under crystal domes...
And glass towers that soar!
Restricted from this knowledge,
No longer are we kept!
Those who have seen,
Weird and unusual flying machines...
Will question their existence,
As well as our own for sure!
And all of those who dismiss this as myth,
Will soon be awakened,
Like never before!
As we will find a way to rid all limitations...
That divided nations with racial sensations.
And throwing concepts of creation...
Quicker than lightening,
Right out of barricaded and fenced in doors!
Knowing what is seen...
Are not illusions from slept dreams!
And conflicts to ignite wars,
Will make less sense forevermore!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entwined In Concepts
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
And when these 'things' began to lose their sheen...
Less interest in themselves slowly could be seen.
The need to constantly be together became a non-necessity.
With a wish to be alone in one's own space.
In a place the other was either invited...
Or not invited to be.
And a love between them,
Although expressed...
Was missed.
Leaving dreams and desires,
To be held and kissed...
Becoming less obsessive.
And often dismissed.
As those things cherished gathered dust with time.
There was an emptiness felt!
And invited.
Under one roof where no happiness once there,
For them.
No longer, for them, they could find!
Yet and regretfully...
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own, they did, to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
Loans and debts could not keep this correct.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
Gone was 'that' and any remnants of happiness.
And when their credit became less than good.
They found themselves in arguments...
Blaming the other for a wasted life spent.
And agreeing to split is what they should do,
To prove this less the expensive.
With a being together for them now making less sense.
As they express to others,
They've done the best they could.
But a love to make better wasn't theirs to save.
Nor was it there from the beginning!
And this had been the costly mistake they made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Way And The Goal
If you somehow find or see the way,
be firm in your resolve come what may.
The way for you is that which reveals
Your real nature within hidden seals;
being those which we have all constructed,
over the years left with, now are obstructed.
To say only that whatever did happen
was thrust upon us, we were mistaken
is due to lack of discrimination right from the start
considering, the choice was ours, we played the part.
We became entangled in an invisible net
of our own creation and so fell into debt.
We looked for that which never existed
outside of ourselves and became twisted.
Finding out painfully things just did not last
as we expected them to, remember the past? ....
Perhaps one who has recognised this and with detachment,
some reflection acquires dispassion, sees their attachment,
will find the right keys, with a little grace unlock the seals
fastened within their mind and heart, so remove the veils.
Revealing the inner light gradually brighter
by the virtue of purity and thus get lighter,
feeling our natural essence being unalloyed bliss;
ecstatic joy, unmistakable and unable to dismiss
as something other than coming from within,
sustaining, fulfilling, and definitely free of sin.
Projected from inside as a screen seemingly outside where
it manifested as tangible objects appearing to be out there.
This is part of a grand design to lure us all from the source
by a world of duality being apparently an adversary force.
Creating so many illusions and making us believe
we haven't the things with which it tries to deceive.
Eventually becoming involved in an unreal mesh
of the five objects through the doors of our flesh.
And using five limbs we get seduced even more,
caught in a desperate struggle to hold and score
all that we can hope to get by not realising that
everything has come out of our own mind's hat,
that we have all created to experience the extent
of our Infinite Being which was really the intent.
We are only One Being apart from it all
eternally free, playing the game we just saw
of hide and seek making all the right choices
within its own dream and thus finally rejoices.
When finding Itself as all, nothing has remained
left to be known; all has in Itself been ascertained.
Awakened at last and knowing ourselves as one motion
of existence indivisible beyond certainty a shoreless ocean
of light self effulgent and forever complete,
only Itself, all pervading, can actually meet.
Infinity of existence, omniscient, formless; nowhere bound,
endless and immutable being Itself without a second around.
Awesome, incomprehensible, beyond mind's ability to grasp
except after final annihilation of all limitations in its clasp.
Everything and nothing have merged as before
into that place where they will be forevermore.
For a moment only that Existence of Being is Now
and am by myself so reverently to That must bow.
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poem by George Krokos
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Implemented Craziness
It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?
People 'say' they pray for peace!
And as soon as they are 'released'
From their places of worship...
I overhear them passing judgements.
And condoning needless wars.
People 'say' they pray for unity,
And brotherhood.
And in most neighborhoods,
There is conflict of some kind.
People 'say' they pray for racial equality.
As long as they are made to feel superior,
Over others of color.
And they are restricted from a quality of life,
That is diminishing rapidly in quality...
And those 'values' they uphold,
Are materialistic and has devastated the economy!
It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?
It seems as though the more I age,
Those who take offense
To an obvious display of implemented craziness,
Are quicker to defend this mess...
As if it is tradition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Have no illusions
Have no illusions –
Life is challenging
Have no illusions –
Marriage is not easy
Have no illusions –
Sometimes you’ll question
Have no illusions –
You will find fault
Have no illusions –
This is marriage
Have no illusions –
You will work it out
Have no illusions –
Hardship brings strength
Have no illusions –
You are each other’s rock
Have no illusions –
Love will endure.
poem by Melanie James
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Fly To The Moon
Fly to the moon
Well, you could do it if you wanted to
Try flying high
The only limit is the endless sky
So, go on and fly to the moon
Live in the sun
You know your living has just begun
So much ahead
Don't let the night leave you for dead
So, come on, live in the sun
Fly to the moon
And when you find your wings I will celebrate with you
Watch you as you soar
Take the wishes that are yours
And let them fly you to the moon
Dream on a star
You can let it take you near or far
Feet on the ground
Don't let anybody hold you down
So, go on and dream on a star
Fly to the moon
And when you find your wings
I will celebrate with you
Watch you as you soar
Take the wishes that are yours
I know you can fly to the moon
You can do all things
I will celebrate with you
It's hard to let you go
Still, you have to go,
I know
So go on, fly to the moon
And as you spread your wings
I will celebrate with you
Hope we taught you good
Hope you know that if I could
I would fly away with you
Gotaa take it all the way
When you follow dreams
Follow far
Flying high and away
You're flying all the way
To the moon
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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(Poems from Haunted Houses) The Go-Between
Under the stern gaze of the summer moon
my big sister, Juliet to Romeo,
Cathy to her Heathcliff,
slid each night on the porch's sloping roof
down to Lovers' heaven
below our bedroom window.
Little sister hugged the secret
into her midnight pillow,
waited for the tap of stones on glass
then flitted like a ghost to unlock doors
and let big sister in
from her illicit play.
Now that romance has flowered,
yielded fruit and withered all away,
I wonder, does a ghostly
tapping on the glass
disturb the dreams of sleepers in that room
whenever moonlight silvers trees and grass.
poem by Janice Windle
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Something Transcends
Many aren't prepared to leave,
Realities consistent with myths.
Foundations explored and introduced...
With solid knowledge and built on proof,
Now find those who once believed...
Perplexed by revealing hidden truths,
Received as they torment in grief!
Wars and conflicts that exist,
Have ancient cultures quite betwixted...
Between concepts created,
And finding these origins inflated...
Subjected to debate,
Without solutions to produce
A certain and accountable unquestioned fate!
Something transcends,
From the Universe that descends.
To scatter some in masses,
Into shelters to hide.
While those in patient faith await...
Stand to observe this magnificence,
In a joy that makes them convinced and elated.
Whatever 'this' is that comes just could not be!
Has eyes wide enough to pop...
Jaws dropping in a wordless stop!
An 'intelligence' greater than anyone could conceive,
Announces to us all in a shocking discovery,
They've come from a place they describe as 'Eternity'!
Leaving those in religious divisions,
Together astounded fixed...
To stare in a total collective freeze,
That nips their self righteous fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paved Over! Cemented
What steps have you taken,
To prove that you've made them?
Are the volume of your complaints,
Stored for future documentary?
Is the importance of your disapproval,
Strong enough to withstand the winds of time?
Will minds like yours today,
Find themselves praised tomorrow?
In a collective raised contribution.
Or will that hole you dig be dug so deep in sorrow...
Be paved over!
Cemented.
And the existence you believed lived,
Has too long bee dismissed...
To be reminisced as one remembered.
By anyone assigned to research,
These mindless mundane times now experienced.
And the sacrificing of common sense,
With an absence of forgiveness...
Has becomes as mechanical,
As the expression of someone's devotion to caring.
And the only one can do to compensate for one's loss...
Is to shake one's head.
What steps have you taken,
To prove that you've made them?
To leave cemented.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such a Magnificent Gift
That which we are,
With dreams to fulfill invented...
Those that seem to be within,
Limitations our minds accept.
Limited they are,
With no greater expectations.
And although complicated,
The naturalness of life seems to be...
We simplify all that surrounds,
With adjustments to gratify...
Lives to set aside for quick cravings to feed.
No one questions what has become commonplace.
Or everyday address with priority,
The defacing that is done...
To a naturalness that sits,
As such a magnificent gift to us presented.
And yet with an impatience,
We create conflicts with attempts to destroy...
Such a magnificent gift,
Given to us that should represent joy.
That which we are,
With dreams to fulfill invented...
Those that seem to be within,
Limitations our minds accept.
Limited they are,
With no greater expectations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)
I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.
I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.
And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!
They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.
My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flying Dreams
Dream by night,
wish by day
Love begins this way.
Lovin' starts
when open hearts
touch and stay.
Sleep for now,
dreamings how
lovers' lives are planned.
Future songs and flying dreams,
hand in hand.
Love it seems
made flying dreams,
so hearts could soar.
Heaven sent
these dreams were meant
to prove once more,
that love is the key.
Love is the key.
You and I
touch the sky
the eagle and the dove.
Nightingales,
we keep our sails
filled with love.
And love it seems
made flying dreams
to bring you home to me.
Love it seems
made flying dreams,
so hearts could soar.
Heaven sent
these dreams were meant,
to prove once more
That love is the key.
Love is the key.
You and I
touch the sky
the eagle and the dove.
Nightingales
we keep our sails
filled with love
And love it seems
made flying dreams
to bring you home to me.
Ever strong
our future song
to sing it must be free.
And every part
is from the heart
and love is still the key.
And love it seems
made flying dreams
to bring you home to me.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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HYKU on 'ANTI-WAR
War, war everywhere
Sure has to be stopped somewhere
None thinks anywhere!
Dreadful end of war
Terrifies not the powers
Surely painful scars!
War to be condemned
Anywhere in the vast world
Lest bound to be doomed!
World can not prosper
Unless anti war forces
Reign high with fervor!
War against war sure
Need of the time and people
Can be by minds pure!
Wars with purposes
At the cost of lives precious
By the minds vicious!
The world without war
Is a dream of the noble
Remains cry afar!
Wicked thinks of war
Noble dreams of peace and poise
World has wickeds all!
War and peace in turn
Make the people writhe in pain
Let the wars be burnt!
War the creation
Of all the satanic minds
Brings all destruction!
War the creation
Of wicked minds of the world
Cause of destruction!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Heart On Fire
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Hindsight is 20/20.
Wisdom comes from mistakes.
I know I've made plenty.
It's the blind leading the blind.
We walk into the same wall.
You better look before you leap.
'Cause every rise has it's fall.
Chorus:
The sky's the limit.
So it's time to look up.
If your running on empty.
He'll fill your cup.
He knows your wants.
He knows your desires.
Let him ignite your life.
And set your heart on fire.
Who do you serve?
Or does He serve you?
Was it you alone,
That made your dreams come true?
Look a gift horse in the mouth.
If you want to get bit.
Cheaters never prosper.
Winners never quit.
Chorus:
The sky's the limit.
So it's time to look up.
If your running on empty.
He'll fill your cup.
He knows your wants.
He knows your desires.
Let him ignite your life.
And set your heart on fire.
You can't seek the answer.
If you're always looking down.
It's like trying to find 3 wise men.
In a room full of clowns.
When you play with fire.
You will surely get burned.
It's not about what you lost,
But it's about what you learned.
Chorus X 2
The sky's the limit.
So it's time to look up.
If your running on empty.
He'll fill your cup.
He knows your wants.
He knows your desires.
Let him ignite your life.
And set your heart on fire.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Being Aware And Conscious Of It
I know who has been on my side,
And who hasn't.
That has been my one weakness,
And flaw.
Being aware and conscious of it,
Around those still connected to nonsense...
Will get comments made from those,
Who have yet to identify themselves...
With feelings they project on others.
And the depth of what being human means.
Many have not awakened from their delusions.
And I have never been given the opportunity,
To find my own.
None to pretend I was better than someone else.
'I have never heard you talk about yourself! '
Why should I do that...
If no one has express the interest?
I rather like to hear,
Those perceptions made of me.
They are far more interesting,
Than the reality lived I know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Me
I stand here before you,
Transfixed,
Transformed.
I've lived the life of a phoenix.
I was reborn from my own ashes
Only to look back and laugh at what
burned me.
I am here
Understanding myself as never before
Knowing, fully, who I am.
Do you know yourself?
Are you living authentically?
I am more at peace with myself now
Than ever I've been before.
What people think does not bother me.
I don't bother with those types of people anymore.
It's amazing how afraid I was of the fire
Yet,
Like a moth, I was drawn to its flames.
It wasn't enough to have charred wings
I needed it to consume me.
I danced towards it,
Knowing it would be the end of the existence I believed to be reality.
How naive of me.
I stand before you,
Telling you the truth.
Your comprehension is not my problem.
I no longer care to make myself understood.
I am..
Who I am.
Because,
That is
ME.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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All our thoughts and concepts are called up by sense-experiences and have a meaning only in reference to these sense-experiences. On the other hand, however, they are products of the spontaneous activity of our minds they are thus in no wise logical consequences of the contents of these sense-experiences. If, therefore, we wish to grasp the essence of a complex of abstract notions we must for the one part investigate the mutual relationships between the concepts and the assertions made about them for the other, we must investigate how they are related to the experiences.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Sonnet: On Knowledge
Knowledge is one thing priceless, people want;
Knowledge is something gained by labor long;
Knowledge is infinite; master, you-can't;
Knowledge is changeable, much like a song.
Knowledge is deeper than the oceans deep;
Knowledge is larger than the Universe;
Knowledge is barely in life, just a peep;
Knowledge if badly used becomes God's curse.
Knowledge remains undiminished, tho' you- share;
Knowledge gives man, a civilised outlook;
Knowledge if improper, you ought to pare;
Knowledge is gained from Nature and by book.
Knowledge can make a man a wiser one;
Knowledge gives Wisdom in the longer run.
poem by John Celes
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Not On a Search and Recovery Mission
The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.
There are some,
Wishing a slowing down was done.
To re-evaluate and save...
The very best of those yesterdays.
The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.
With few reminiscing,
How things use to be.
A rush to a higher consciousness...
Comes regardless of those disliking it!
Those preferring to keep themselves hidden.
And not understanding that eyes cleared to see...
Can see where they are, who they are, where they hide
And who they have claimed to be!
The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.
Along with children's tricks.
And those adults who played them...
Too often with addictions,
They could not grow up or away from.
With excuses made as if to influence,
By the use of leftover ignorance.
And expecting an acceptance,
Of a refreshened forgiveness.
'What concepts of this life,
Connects in their minds? '
You familiar with that song,
'Que Sera, Sera'
Whatever Will Be Will Be.
And it goes on to say...
The future's not ours to see!
Well...
Let this be said,
Some folks aren't in the 'moment'
To see anything!
Future, present or past participles...
Addressing the texture of the one with perfect nipples.
I am not on a search and recovery mission.
And no guilt befalls my peaceful sleep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creation of His Wish
Can we detach ourselves from distractions?
Can we allow explorations to expand within our minds,
And finding the Universe more than a place
Confining us to taste limitations?
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
On a threaded existence that's how we survive.
Just one snap of that thread and time for us is denied.
This living 'thing' we call cosmic space...
Has much more to offer us,
Something 'divine'
Keep Earth's spin in place.
We hold on to concepts that we alone exist.
And yet there is proof other beings pay us visits!
Many are in denial with thoughts of disbelief.
Close your eyes and view what is seen...
A vastness we are part of,
And yet out of our reach!
Something is there to attract us to IT!
A consciousness more developed,
Must certainly exist!
Can we detach ourselves from distractions,
To ask this entity...
For a more enlightened state of mind,
Such as 'that' which we can not see?
We pray to God to materialize wishes...
And God is ALL of IT!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
More 'gifts' from God will come to benefit.
Since all that is witnessed is a creation of His wish!
If we can detach ourselves from distractions...
We can see God in ALL of 'this'!
There is so much for us to perceive.
So much to adventure and much more to receive!
Can you and me...
They and we,
Detach ourselves from distractions,
To validate our destiny?
If 'anything' is possible for God to provide,
Love and peace are not mere illusions...
But in fact realities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weird Science
(weird science)
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces and
Magic from the hand
Were makin
(weird science)
Things Ive never seen before
Behind bolted doors
Talent and imagination
(weird science)
Not what teacher said to do
Makin dreams come true
Living tissue, warm flesh
(weird science)
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces (and)
Bits and pieces (and)
Chorus
(bits of) my creation--is it real?
Its my creation--i do not know
No hesitation--no heart of gold
Just flesh and blood--i do not know
From my heart and from my hand
Why dont people understand
My intentions . . . . oooh, weird . . . .
Weird science!!
(weird science)
Magic and technology
Voodoo dolls and chants
Electricity
Were makin
(weird science)
Fantasy and microchips
Shooting from the hip
Something different
Were makin
(weird science)
Pictures from a magazine
Diagrams and charts
Mending broken hearts (and makin)
(weird science)
Something like a recipe
Bits and pieces . . . .
Bits and pieces . . . .
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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