Nothing From The Almighty Do I Hide
The journey taken I've made,
Is not paved with purity.
Nor are my experiences free...
From temptating transgressions.
My choice to live the life I've been given,
Is just that!
My choice.
And adventure I will...
No matter who voices 'what' opinion!
I alone face obstacles I am presented.
And when those consequences come...
I am not one to run away,
In denial or allow myself to be subjected...
To a trial of those self righteous in the hiding,
Of their deceits.
To have others believe they live lives,
Without mistakes made!
I have made many.
I am not complete.
I am a work in progress.
And My Creator knows this.
And 'nothing' from The Almighty do I hide!
Nor do I wish to make the attempt to do so.
I am too much in love with this spirit...
To try to convince my life lived is perfect!
It aint.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is maze
Life path is made of a net work;
One makes a choice at each fork.
Forks are frequent; so are choices.
Some are vital, some trivial.
Choices are made impulsively;
Choices are made instantly;
Choices are made by habit,
Experience, knowledge and faith.
Between pain and pleasure,
Between hedonism and virtues
And between power and possession,
Everyone’s life oscillates.
It is nothing but a sea saw.
Not every choice would click,
However best it appeared.
Your progress is not sure.
Life is maze not made by you.
The success and the failure
Are incidental and accidental.
No choice other than making choice.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Listening To My Father's Wishes
Never will I accept or believe,
A truth that keeps fear within reach...
Is a reality I will choose to live.
To feel hunted with a haunting,
As if I am a fugitive.
Nor will I find it my duty to seek a weekly dosage...
Of a forgiveness bestowed if I followed on a path,
That releases me of guilt if I professed sins committed.
To feel free again to repeat,
The moment a new week begins.
But I do and will acknowledge,
A gift of life I have been given.
And if I live my life in the making of mistakes...
The Creator who has made it all possible,
Will know immediately how to correct my efforts.
With a direct affecting in my heart to make known,
The path that I travel is not journeyed alone!
If I feared with tears and those obstacles that appear,
What progress will I make to appreciate this experience?
Listening to my Creator's wishes,
Is all I need to condone to live a life my Crerator owns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crossing The Bridge
SHAGGS 2 DOPE (INTRO): Dearest Almighty Creator...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Ive lived on hell of a life, if your to take it tonight, Ive lived the life of a king, but so muck to darken the light/Looking 360 degrees, two hundred thousand disease, how can I lay back and chill, so many down on their knees/But then again who am I, Im just some typical guy, I aint no in hero, I just been wondering why...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Ill never question the book, but lets say I lived by the book, I never ate meat on Tuesdays, how much bigger would my wings look?/I try to pray everyday, but sometimes get lost on the way, I seen the holiest spirit, so muck to miss lead the way/I gave the visions I got, I been told Im gonna rot, inside the devils intestines, Im still here holding my spot, Ive just been wondering why...
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?
BREAK DOWN: COME ON UP AND OPEN UP YOUR DOOR/WHAT IF ITS A PERGATORY DOOR/COME ON UP AND OPEN UP YOUR DOOR/WHAT IF ITS A PERGATORY DOOR/ in take me instead!
CHORUS: I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?/ in take me instead!
CHORUS: I seen some children/Crossing the bridge/What kind of life did/They get to live? What kind of choice do/They get to make/What if it was a/Childs mistake?/ in take me instead!
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Committed to Truth
Someone who has made mistakes,
And has admitted them...
Whether publicly,
Or in private conversation...
Has much more credibility,
Than someone who hides flaws.
With pretense.
And a shallowness condensed,
Behind a self righteous stance to convince...
They are squeaky clean!
We are all human beings.
And if anyone denies,
They've done nothing to regret in their entire life...
Either lies,
Or an introduction to truth has not been made.
And if it was...
They would deny it anyway!
Anyone committed to truth,
Should not be held accountable
For others who are not.
Or even to those who are!
How many lives can one person live at one time?
Especially if one is trying to live the one given,
Correctly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destiny Leads The Way
All through your great life journey you follow your destiny
And where you are living at today is where you are meant to be
And whether you live in your Hometown or from there live far away
It all goes back to destiny where you are at today
We make our own decisions and for our mistakes we pay
Yet in the course of our destiny we do not have a say
From the moment we are born our pathways through life are paved
And the destinies of our life's journeys in our souls are engraved
Though many will tell you differently they say our life's journey is our own choice
But destiny the silent one never does heed advice
And even those who do not believe in it follow it every day
Where-ever their journeys take them to destiny leads the way
And whether you travel far from home or live in your own country-side
Destiny of seven letters your life's journey decide.
poem by Francis Duggan
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No Life Is Right Until Lived
When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.
I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Choice
Theres only one reason left for me to stay
But you wont like the reason why
Tried so many times to get through the two of you
But you dont even want to try
Times are hard and people need all they have got
Look around and see whats left today
Aint so easy making it on your own
What more do I need to say
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Never knew a good thing
Till it moved away
Now its too late to turn it back
Youd buy the world if it would make me stay
Listen now to what I have to say
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Sitting here thinking
But nothing seems to change
And I cant stand it anymore
Theres always someone trying to pull you down
Do you really want this constant war
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
song performed by by Texas
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One Choice
Theres only one reason left for me to stay
But you wont like the reason why
Tried so many times to get through the two of you
But you dont even want to try
Times are hard and people need all they have got
Look around and see whats left today
Aint so easy making it on your own
What more do I need to say
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Never knew a good thing
Till it moved away
Now its too late to turn it back
Youd buy the world if it would make me stay
Listen now to what I have to say
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Sitting here thinking
But nothing seems to change
And I cant stand it anymore
Theres always someone trying to pull you down
Do you really want this constant war
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
Theres only one choice to be made
And I cant help it
If you take the wrong way
song performed by by Texas
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The Heart of Man
For all, it’s the heart of man, which drives his entire lifelong plan,
The heart being the central force, that guides one’s entire course.
All our hearts are fueled by one; that father of lies or God’s Son,
As the spirit which resides within, is one of God or a spirit of sin.
Each man is born into this life, paved with trouble and with strife,
As sin is in complete control, with Satan, master over each soul.
A choice must be made by all, this since the time of Adam’s fall,
One to allow God to enter in, or to remain controlled by your sin.
Friend, every single human heart, is controlled by sin at the start,
But, as we become Born Again, God’s Spirit takes control within.
With God in control of our heart, old sinful ways begin to depart,
Born of God’s Spirit from above, He fills our heart with His Love.
His freedom to our heart comes, when in Christ we’re made sons,
Eternal Sons, of The Living God, while we are on this earthly sod.
Christ died so all men could live, the New Life that Christ will give,
To all men who truly believe, a brand new heart, they shall receive.
Please note the sinful heart of man, was not a part of God’s plan,
But God sent His Son to us all, to deliver hearts from Adam’s fall,
And to give each heart a New Life, through His Son, Jesus Christ,
A life rendered holy and set free, to live with God’s Son Eternally.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
Every Intention The Creator Has Had
'When should it be realized that life is precious? '
Once it has been discovered,
With opened eyes...
That the Earth rotates,
Majestically in the Universe.
And no one known giving an opinion...
Can claim to have had anything to do with it!
Or can say The Creator of our existence,
Has made a mistake!
Although there will be those...
Who will attempt to convince,
Every intention The Creator has had...
Was 'first' given their approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sooner Or Later
Yes, in time, sooner or later, all will know there’s nothing greater,
Nothing at all upon this earth, that offers men such eternal worth,
No possession, yet know to man, can match God’s Eternal Plan,
The Father’s Offer of Eternal Life, through His Son, Jesus Christ.
That life begins when you believe, and Christ’s Spirit you receive,
His Spirit to lead us in all things, as we live for the King of kings,
While He fills us with a peace, that during our trials will not cease,
With a promise He’ll never leave, when His Truth you truly receive.
Soon may be that time for some, that they truly meet God’s Son,
As their eyes are opened wide, to His Truth, they so long denied,
Or maybe they just never heard, The Gospel right from His Word,
But when ready, you can be sure, God’s Spirit will open the door.
For some that time may be later, as they seek something greater,
Some may think Heaven’s on earth, with no need for a New Birth,
Maybe they’re waiting for proof, but, will only see strong reproof,
Whatever is causing you to wait, to continue, it could be too late.
All though, shall meet their Creator, as their Judge or their Savior.
During the present Age of Grace, all men can truly seek His face,
The choice is all yours to make, as God you can trust or forsake,
God made His choice at Calvary, to give us a choice for Eternity.
Many will make God their choice, and then their hearts will rejoice,
Some will decide not to believe, looking back later only to grieve,
As this Age comes to a close, all must deal with what they chose,
All men shall see their Creator; may it be for you, sooner not later.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Live I Did and Still Do
Wrong I may have been,
When decisions then were made.
From a past I believed to live right,
As I perceived my life to be.
As was lived cautiously,
With a thoughtful insight...
Kept protectively within me.
But I will not fight against,
Those who hold...
Old and fixed defenses.
With an irreplaceable stubbornness.
As if mistakes I've made,
I have not learned from and still exist.
Wrong I may have been,
When decidions then were made.
But back then when I made them,
Living my life...
Whether others felt I was wrong or right,
Live I did.
And still do to improve.
Excuses made for what I've done...
Will not change a thing for anyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choice of life
Human have a gift named a choice
Human have an illusion named a choice
There is no other creature that should decide more to live
Human have a hope called a choice
Human have despair called a choice
There is no other creature that trapped often in such continuous and repeat conflict
Some could turn good because one choice
Some could turn bad because one choice
All have the consequence but right or wrong will never be known before
Human have a wish for a choice
Human have regret for a choice
There is no other creature that always goes between happiness and sorrow
When a choice made not all may be satisfied
When a choice made not all may be rescued
But the change will never happened if we stay silent
Human have fate to choose
Human also choose their fate
The interaction of those things will create what people called the choice of life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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You Chose…
Before you were born into this body,
You had many life decisions to make.
Where on Earth do I want to live?
Who will I choose for parents?
Of what race and ethnicity will they be?
What religion?
What soul issues will I work with?
What experiences will I choose?
That done, you stored choices into soul memory.
After a body was conceived by your parents;
You entered;
Felt the warmth of their blood.
Felt the density of becoming matter.
Felt the downward pull of gravity.
Your mind was empty, indeed a clean slate…
Yet guided by a knowing soul.
You made a choice to be here, so why do you complain?
Rejoice Beloved,
Live life for life itself!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Not A Photocopy Or A Transparency
I do not need an answered survey,
To review responses...
As if I do not know details or understand,
What my life has been like.
And first hand.
I've known each day,
About those obstacles that have come my way.
And what it is I must do.
And who it is I must fight!
Forget those graphs with statistics crafted.
My eyes have been wide open,
Despite of outsiders...
Giving their opinions to convince others,
Information gathered...
Is a life I've known to live,
Whether wrong or right.
I've lived my life and not in hiding.
Day and night,
And for a number of years.
I am not a photocopy or a transparency.
Every emotion I feel is real,
Here inside of me.
And when I get upset with my feelings hurt...
It is up to me to know,
To what degree I've got to heal.
I do not need an answered survey,
To review responses...
As if I do not know or understand,
What my life has been like.
And first hand.
I've known each day,
About those obstacles that have come my way.
And what it is I must do.
And who it is I must fight!
Everyday since my birth,
Here on Earth...
I've observed and felt and grew.
And all of the experiences I have obtained...
I've learned more than one lesson!
I've learned quite a few.
And with each day I am blessed to live,
God has granted me the wisdom...
To know what it is,
And what it takes...
For me to succeed and complete,
Whatever it is that I must do to feel upbeat.
I am not on the sidelines,
Observing to be entertained.
I am an active participant and involved...
No matter who says what,
Or with unsolicited authority...
May say or claim!
I am 'me'.
Regardless of those labels attached to my name.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Sorry
I'm sorry i cant be who you want me to.
I'm sorry i'm not the perfect daughter.
I'm sorry i cant always show my emotions.
I'm sorry i fall to fast.
I'm sorry i cant live my life the way you want.
I'm sorry i dont give up that easy on love.
I'm sorry i get mad for all the wrong reasons.
I'm sorry i loose interest.
I'm sorry i like the night sky.
I'm sorry i'm not like you.
I'm sorry i live a rollercoaster.
I'm sorry i dont have high expectations in life.
I'm sorry my lifes not made of goals.
I'm sorry i hide the real me.
I'm sorry i dont want to be famous.
I'm sorry i cant be part of a crowd.
I'm sorry i like being alone.
I'm sorry my musics to dark.
I'm sorry my love feels so far away.
I'm sorry i was made to be different.
I'm sorry i was made to be imperfect.
I'm sorry i cant love my life.
I'm sorry i cant be perfect.
I'm sorry i cant even hate people anymore.
I'm sorry i cant be like the rest of the world.
poem by Harley My Last Name
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A Choice To Make
Believers have a choice to make, when we believe, what to forsake,
Leaving behind things of the past, for those that shall eternally last.
Things that we once held up high, after the Cross, we need to deny,
Making choices for the sake of Him, Who saved us from all our sin.
If Jesus Christ is truly your choice, in God above you would rejoice,
As you leave worldly ways behind, moved by a new heart and mind,
And the Lord will never forsake you, as Christ makes your life anew,
Through the power from Calvary, with your mind now set on Eternity.
From some things we must turn away, no matter what others will say,
Believers are to live their life anew, as God directs all we say and do,
Such decisions aren’t made in haste, as life of old would be a waste,
For with renewed minds and hearts, from older ways, our life departs.
With new choices comes reward, when we make choices for our Lord,
Who made the choice of the cross, a choice made for all sinners lost,
His choice to become sin for man, was the door for us to God’s Plan,
God’s plan of Grace giving New Life, to all who come to Jesus Christ.
Reward for Believers begins here, as we live upon this earthly sphere,
Receiving a peace and joy inside, when worldly ways are truly denied,
And real reward lasting forevermore, when you enter Christ, The Door,
With the ultimate reward you receive, of Eternal Life when you believe.
(Copyright ©05/2009)
God speaks in dream
salvation started with a dream, life we take, is but a life we had lived before, and to remember is mint to forget, only by closing our eyes then we will remembered that life we live is just a journey to remember the past
dream of a dreams, a passion of the soul, echo in the wilderness of eternity of memories, that lives in the havoc of time, where our hearts linger to listen
salvation is tasted, before it started, we have been there, until it lasted in birth we are created, a creation that molded and folded our journey to a new dream, where we have to begin, a life that is new, the salvation that made it true
God's wisdom speaks in dream, leads us the perfect path to be back in the right track, for in God's kingdom, everybody is welcome, to live with others in harmony with God, where everybody is happy and free
live it now, dream with other dreams, believe that you can be, in a dream salvation is free.....God speaks in dream
poem by Antonio Liao
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Memory
I
I nursed it in my bosom while it lived,
I hid it in my heart when it was dead;
In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved
Alone and nothing said.
I shut the door to face the naked truth,
I stood alone—I faced the truth alone,
Stripped bare of self-regard or forms or ruth
Till first and last were shown.
I took the perfect balances and weighed;
No shaking of my hand disturbed the poise;
Weighed, found it wanting: not a word I said,
But silent made my choice.
None know the choice I made; I make it still.
None know the choice I made and broke my heart,
Breaking mine idol: I have braced my will
Once, chosen for once my part.
I broke it at a blow, I laid it cold,
Crushed in my deep heart where it used to live.
My heart dies inch by inch; the time grows old,
Grows old in which I grieve.
II
I have a room whereinto no one enters
Save I myself alone:
There sits a blessed memory on a throne,
There my life centres.
While winter comes and goes—oh tedious comer!—
And while its nip-wind blows;
While bloom the bloodless lily and warm rose
Of lavish summer.
If any should force entrance he might see there
One buried yet not dead,
Before whose face I no more bow my head
Or bend my knee there;
But often in my worn life's autumn weather
I watch there with clear eyes,
And think how it will be in Paradise
When we're together.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Human Nature
Why dose human nature
make life a misery
Never really knowing
the paths you chose to lead
For some their lives are easy
for others not so good
The consequences of actions
often blind the good
At times in life you feel
right choices you have made
But then you start to see
those choices weren't meant to be
The regrets that often stem
From bad choices in one's life
Makes you feel unworthy
to live a better life
So how does one learn
to forgive one self's mistakes
That has hurt so many beings
and made them weary of your plight
Is it true what people say
You learn from your mistakes
are you careful not to make
another foolish mistake
So now I take a step
Towards healing all my regrets
and hope that one day
I'll be a better human being
poem by Kaila George
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