Nothing Left In You To Believe
Cleverly done,
But your tactics are insignifcant.
The battle you've started,
Has already been won...
By the showing to those stunned,
How deceived they have been.
And how ashamed they feel...
They have allowed those who were trustworthy,
To be crushed under the feet of deceitful people.
Those believed to have been,
Upright...
With their self righteousness.
And just too correct to question!
As a plotting was done,
To create with sensation...
An installation of devastation.
Cleverly done,
As you engineered division and hate.
But your tactics are being erased.
By those who have grown tired,
Listening to debates that over-rate fear.
With a wish people buy this,
To have you direct the flow of their tears.
Eyes are opening and they can see...
Everything they believed,
Has been one lie after another...
You have gleefully fed to feed.
Cleverly done.
But you have unravelled,
Your own demise.
And your lies can no longer support,
A forgiving salvation.
There is nothing left in you to believe,
That others can see or deeply perceive...
Has been sincerely touched,
Within a place in your mind...
That knows anything about loyalty, love...
Devotion or trust!
Not by what you have allowed to happen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a Speck Dismissed
I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
I declare it,
Erased!
Heartache.
Homelessness.
And those becoming hollowed,
With nothing to eat on barren plates.
I declare it,
Erased!
Every kind of sadness,
Appearing on anyone's face.
I declare this erased.
And for truth to take its proper place.
Before denial slaughters...
With a divine everlasting affect.
That has grown tired,
Of the foolishness 'IT' can no longer accept!
I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
When the Almighty has lost patience.
And can not wait...
For a massive awakening,
To take place.
In the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
Just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beverley
Beverley cleverly chose her men -
She locked them up in an old pigpen,
If one or another got too much
She confined them to a rabbit hutch.
She wasn't impressed by clothes or fashion
And she never indulged in any compassion,
She never allowed them to feel or touch
And NOBODY ever got near her crutch! !
She had no time for carnal desire
Or any of the things that men require,
She remains a virgin to this day
And most of her boyfriends now are gay!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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For Those Observing
Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!
Attacked by desires hyped on TV.
Believing in the spice of variety.
With the dismissal of devotion,
Patience and/or loyalty.
We are just not into it at all.
Not in these days,
When disrespect is the rage.
And being crazed,
Is the epidemic no one seems to fear.
That is clear...
For those observing.
And keeping recommendations,
In their own survival kits!
Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!
People have become entertained,
By their own demise.
And victimize those who attempt to stop them.
As if cocained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter What The Tactics Used
No one can be chased away from their self confidence.
No matter what the tactics used...
To show them to be full of themselves with ego.
One who survives being attacted for their appearance,
And identity...
To then crawl to their feet from being on their knees,
Literally and emotionally...
Those looking will rarely find,
Someone like this...
Hiding behind their discomforts to complain.
And any and all mistreatments are remembered to motivate,
Those achievements shown to be believed...
To those unfamiliar with the sight of accomplishment.
Those with a self confidence,
Are quick to show...
And not embellish from their lips to express.
Aware they are of where to place their footsteps.
No one can be chased away from their self confidence.
People like this are determined to succeed.
No matter where they are to ensure the act is done.
And...
No matter what the tactics used to address,
What they have been taught to learn to do at their best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Donald MacGillavry
Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry
Donald comes down the hill wild and angry
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly
Here's tae the king and Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weigh-bauk, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weigh-bauk, Donald Macgillavry
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly
Off wi' the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry
Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man
When he comes back, there's some will look merrily
Here's tae King James and Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry
Pack on your back, an elwand sae cleverly
Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry
Donald has foughten wi' reif and roguery
Donald has dinner'd wi' banes and beggery
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly
Here's tae King James and Donald Macgillavry
Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness
Whigging, and prigging, and a' newfangleness
They maun be gane; he winna be baukit, man
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it, man
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry
Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly
Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry
Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery
Donald was blindid wi' blads o' property
Arles ran high, but makings war naething, man
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry
Skelp them an' scaud them that prov'd sae unbritherly
Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry
poem by James Hogg
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A Spiritual Woman
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
And God like geometry
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.
I’ll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;
If I can—if any one could.
Then perhaps in the dark you’ll have got what you want to find.
You’ve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,
And I’m a kaleidoscope
That you shake and shake, and yet it won’t come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.—But God, how I hate you!
Do you fear I shall swindle you?
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you
Somehow?—so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness—
I hate you.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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I Believe In You
I never believed in dreaming
It never got me very far
I never believed that love could find me
Like an arrow through the heart
I never believed in miracles
Or building castles in the air
Not until that day I found you
I turned around and you were there
From the day you came you gave me
A whole new point of view
I've been touched by an angel
It's impossible but true
(CHORUS)
I believe in you
I swear that forever from today
No one will ever take your place
I believe in you
And I believe our love will last always
I never believe fairytales
Though sometimes I wish I could
I never believed that golden slippers
Could ever find the perfect foot
I never believed in magic
Or that wishes could come true
But your very first kiss
Changed all this something only you could do
You made me a believer
You made me trust again
You showed me there's a pot of gold
At every rainbow's end
(CHORUS)
I believe in you
I swear that forever from today
No one will ever take your place
I believe in you
And I believe our love will last always
Only love set you free
And if you serve to fate
Then you're my destiny
Now I know
Now I see
Anything can happen
If you just believe
(CHORUS)
I believe in you
I swear that forever from today
No one will ever take your place
I believe in you
And I believe our love will last always
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Not Foreign To Those Who Hear
There was a time in my life,
When those coy and with faces of innocence...
Could convince anyone,
Of my involvement in the implementation...
Of their misdeeds.
And their tactics were believed.
But times have changed.
And today so have I.
I am not so naive,
To relish the protection of good friends.
As much as I perceive...
Anyone given the opportunity,
Will use what they have to their benefit.
AND given the right situation...
Someone unsuspecting will be deceived.
This is not a myth.
But daily practices,
Done by those in 'this' reality.
And...
This language I speak,
Is not foreign to those who hear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prosper
The animals play with the wind,
And letters sound as spies;
You cleverly earn the wages,
Justice may stimulate you.
Lots of people hate each other,
Blue skies plunge you to death;
Understand these measures by God,
And you will prosper.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Thanks for playing with my feelings,
Thanks for playing with my feelings,
How i wish i could stop my heart from beating,
Thanks for playing with my heart,
At least to you this was a fun part,
you have left me broken, with my eyes filled with tears and fears,
At least you are whole, with smile on your face and not a sight of fear,
To you i was just a game, that you tried to win and succeeded,
Now that you are bored you've left me deserted,
Thanks for playing with my head,
Your sick little mind games,
You kept me guessing, till the very end,
Thanks for playing with my emotions,
According to you this was my weakness,
Thanks for your fake love,
Thanks for pretending that your cared,
Thanks for strengthening my belief, that LOVE is nothing but a pain causing pill,
Thanks for showing me that friendship is something that does not really exist,
Thanks for breaking my trust, for opening up, for sharing my thoughts, for placing my trust on an unknown soul,
Thanks for opening my eyes, you honestly showed me that Love too like friendship is something that does not actually exist,
Thanks for showing me the right path,
A path where to help is to hurt, to love is to lie, to share is to sin, to smile is a crime,
Thanks for showing me, a man with a heart is not a man at all,
Thanks for proving that I'm a fool, to have trusted you,
I will hate myself, till the very end, for loving you...........................
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Removing The Veil
All people are born with a spiritual veil that covers their face,
Left in its place this veil hides both God's Truth and His Grace.
God sent His Son to earth, with the intent to take this veil away,
But with hearts filled with pride, some have chose to let it remain.
Allowing it to remain and being veiled from God's Truth from above,
They are hindered from being filled with God's peace and His love.
This hindering veil falls off when one simply believes in The Lord,
This is an eternal truth from above that no man can afford to ignore.
Abraham, who was called God's friend, believed long before you and I,
By God's Grace alone he was not hindered, as God spoke from the sky.
He had no Bible to help him, but Abraham believed Him never the less,
So God smiled down upon him, and credited it to him as righteousness.
God chose to walk with Abraham, and started a nation through him,
But instead of following his example, many chose to continue in sin.
Because of their choice, God sent a veil over the face of the nation,
However, through this tiny nation, God sent His ultimate Salvation.
Now all people on earth will be blessed through this one tiny nation,
As salvation to all mankind, was His plan from the dawn of creation.
So accept God's Gift of Salvation through Christ, by believing today,
And that veil that has spiritually blinded you will simply fall away.
(Copyright © 04/2002)
What I Hate
I hate that when I cry my eyes burn so bad
Because they aren’t used to the release
I hate that when my mom talks to me,
She acts as if we are best friends
I hate that my dad blames me for all my moms’ mistakes
I hate how my dad turns my brothers against me
I hate how when I try to help
It’s like fighting with god…
You get no where…
I hate when I want to be angry
It’s not allowed
I hate when I’m hurt I hide it
It’s like I don’t want to be heard
I hate how I feel pain makes me weak
I hate how fear brings me to my knees
I hate how I’ll never be good enough in my own eyes
I hate how I know that I’ve been lied to most of my life
I hate being right when no one believes me…
I might as well be wrong
I hate how I give up when I feel alone
I hate that when I’m tired sleep does me no good
And what I hate most of all …
Is how I never do what I should.
poem by Victoria Martinez
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Am I Allowed
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If...
If ev'ryone believed in adulthood,
We would not behave like impish children.
If ev'ryone believed in something good,
Perhaps our evils would never happen.
If ev'ryone believed in honesty,
Thoughts would not require representation.
If ev'ryone believed in identity,
Each person would not crave affirmation.
If ev'ryone believed in truthfulness,
We would not follow laws of hypocrites.
If ev'ryone believed in wanting less,
Maybe we could learn to want what we get.
If ev'ryone believed in how they feel,
What is imagination would be real.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Players lose you games, not tactics. There's so much crap talked about tactics by people who barely know how to win at dominoes.
quote by Brian Clough
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Their Closest Relatives
People hypnotized and transfixed,
Have grown more accustomed
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
So accustomed to myths,
People are.
And the praying to what is believed,
To what has been embedded
In their minds,
Exists.
People do not wish to be told,
About the thought process of Nature.
And how that goes.
Or about Earth and Mother Nature.
The relationship between them.
How that works and what they know.
People wish and desire to accept,
They are more powerful
Than that which 'allowed' them life,
And gave to them breath.
People reject with a dismissing of this,
That which gifted them and permitted their lives.
People have grown more accustomed,
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
Yet,
Give zero respect to their closest relatives.
The Sun, The Moon
And how together,
They affect their lives lived here on Earth.
People have chosen to become accustomed,
To ignoring as if they do not hear or listen.
Or are aware of them with comprehension.
People choose not to accept this as is.
People choose to believe from that which exist,
They are not born from it.
People choose for themselves to believe,
For them
There is no connection to perceive.
Even though what is they can not conceive,
Flows through their veins and bleeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfamiliar With It
The most difficult thing to do,
For one in a leadership position...
And is capable to lead,
Is to show an accountability witnessed...
But not from this one is it believed!
With aptitude to accept responsibility.
And the people represented are so unfamiliar with it.
They denounce the ability of this leader.
Since he performing duties of one...
They had never before seen.
So assured of himself...
They feel demeaned.
Incredible!
And they are stunned.
The people represented are so unfamiliar with it.
Especially coming from someone,
Labelled 'this one'.
And believe they do with false perceptions,
A true leader should be waving a magic wand.
Since then from them...
All their troubles would be gone.
And the one chosen in their hour of need...
Has not proven worthy,
To produce the magic they expect.
Not the magic they perceive.
So blame and accuse him they do,
For being human too!
Having his feet to get wet.
And not showing a sign,
Of being able to walk on water.
They turn their backs on him to shun in regret.
This has left them disgruntled and vocally upset!
They protest his leadership.
With claims he doesn't represent what they should get!
And he knows if he should leave...
They would be left to profusely bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tactics Employed
Their tactics employed,
Might...
Get them a win.
If the winds should shift,
To present thick fogging clouds...
Again to begin.
Their onslaught of repeated deceits,
MIGHT bring a cascading of unthinking people...
To cheer excitedly on their feet.
With addicting images feeding,
Delusions craved to feast.
But a hunger is there for a reality to eat.
A practice advocating aging divisions,
With truth denied and hiding it...
Is a desperate decision,
Made to save those days long gone.
As lies no longer effectively support,
Pillars weakened to crumble ignored to abort.
And issues left in corners stacked,
To confuse those with an avoiding of facts...
Like a dangling of carrots teased to pull back,
From the eyes of the ones once tantilized...
Can not escape the climate of lies.
The climate of lies will not survive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cleverly Laid
It has not only been said but cleverly laid
Every dog has its price and simply paid
No one gets it simply for free
It is not that you get the fruit when hit the tree
One must understand the scenario
When you realize only self and approach as abnitio
We can’t take others responsible for our grief
They are not bound to give us any relief
Time and tide waits for none
When it comes you should not be seized with storm
You should be fully conversant with and well informed
Dark clouds will never appear at horizons to warn
You may age with passage of time
Your vision and teeth may disappear sometimes
You may make desperate attempts to hide
Yet it is left to self conscience to confide
There should remain no illusion
Not a slight thought should emerge to lead to confusion
You may try to look young and enterprising
But to your utter dismay it may look illusory and surprising
Time is not only money but very precious
Money multiplies if used cleverly and continuous
Ride over wings and fly towards object
That may be counted as hilarious and adventurous act
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I'm In Enough Pain, Don't Use Me To Make Your Life Interesting
do you care about me,
or do you need drama?
what i share is hard enough as is,
i need trust and support,
what i have been through is hard enough,
i doubt myself everyday,
i often question 'who am i? '
for what to hear that i was right,
that i'm worthless?
i need support,
not be an excuse for work,
or talk around friends,
in my mind, i am not suppose to talk,
i still feel like that kid,
trying to get help,
but instead i'm afraid,
of not being believed,
and yet, i live with this nightmare,
day after day,
hoping that one day,
this pain will ease,
but i'm left with unaswered questions,
do you really care for me,
or is it all an act?
poem by Mona Martinez
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