Nothing Remains to Sustain An Intensity Given
The cresting that comes and wanes...
Does not fade within a heart,
That has felt the gift of Sun!
It remains and not falters...
To sparkle bright and reflect,
Upon those who witnessed...
And accepted a change that has occured.
Nothing remains to sustain an intensity given.
It is an experience to be collected.
Shared and remembered for what it is.
Not to be held to define one's greatness.
Attempting to achieve a stability that keeps evolving...
Results in defeat and overwhelming conflict!
Nothing remains to sustain an intensity given.
It is an experience to be collected.
Shared and remembered for what it is.
And passed on.
But some with greed would like to perceive,
With beliefs worshipped and symbolized!
That this giving done is of their own creation!
And they can not let it go.
Like a leaf refusing to fall from the tree of its life.
Remembering what it was.
And not accepting this process that moves on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming To Thirst First Upon This Earth
The Cherry Blossoms bloom from buds.
To signal the beginning of a new Spring season.
Pre-ordained to sustain a cycle that remains.
And contains within such a mysterious wonder.
That captivates a captured awe.
With a flawlessness that seems to inspire.
The shortness of lived beauty introduced,
Infuses to linger longer in one's memory...
To keep it there seduced.
With a freshness of its birth patiently anticipated.
And hesitant we are to approach its delicate appearance.
As a perfectness of this is witnessed!
Coming to thirst first upon this Earth.
The Cherry Blossoms bloom from buds.
With an animated life that lives,
To experience then to quickly be gone.
As a perfectness of this is witnessed.
Reminding those aware of what is shared,
That nothing within nature's existence is dismissed...
Coming to thirst first upon this Earth.
Although...
A growth then from a youthfulness quickened by age,
Through a process that saves not...
A glow diminished of blemishes.
With a withering done in stages...
All of us under the Sun soon forget.
As a decaying replaces the experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change never changes
Change remains change,
Change never changes,
Economy, who can predict?
High rates coming on with conflict,
One penny was enough for a loaf,
But today a million is nothing,
Why should every one complain,
Because change remains change it is changeless,
Glance at weather, yesterday a desert,
But now floods homes people desert,
Only if one can stand aloof,
Cast the eye beyond the horizon,
All is clear no clouds anywhere on this zone,
Then why should we complain,
Because change remains change it is changeless,
Doctrines, norms, beliefs and principles so dear,
All discarded none holds them anymore near,
When a woman beats a man we only laugh,
Religious quarters today remains a mess,
Church business today nicknamed God, s blessedness,
Didn't you go to God to harvest milk and honey,
Why today you go to harvest money?
All this meant to understand change,
How inevitable is change?
How unavoidable is change?
So must we accept change it never changes.
poem by Meda Martha
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You Live There and I Feel It
I had nothing left.
Or so I thought.
And I sat remembering,
Who and what brought me joy.
I had to laugh.
That was still in my grasp.
It was you who shared my happiness.
When I had more of that!
Thinking it would forever last.
And when you passed...
I had nothing left.
Or so I thought.
And I sat remembering,
Who and what brought me joy.
You are that 'what'.
The 'who' that remains in my heart!
You live there.
And I feel it.
It's true,
You do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To the crew of a shot-out Ratel of 61 Mechanised Bn Grp (rondine)
What escape remains when you are trapped
by enemy landmine after landmine,
from the incoming shell’s wailing whine;
when boys, some just children are snapped,
in the flash when a armoured car is scrapped,
even if your bravery does holy shine;
what escape remains?
What little remains when thunder-clapped
of what someone could as a life define
when by law military service did confine
young men, whose lives death had overlapped;
what escape remains?
poem by Gert Strydom
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A special child is a special One
thank you for giving me the light in this world...... when
you shared to me the life, that the Lord bestowed and
blessed, you deserve that gift, to have a special one
thank you for the fruit of love..... your lives fulfill the
purpose of creation, your unending steadfast care lifts
me up to survive, amidst the uncertainty of life
thank you for being there..... when I needed you most,
you are always in my side, pushing me to face all
adversity, though I exist with no fear in my heart
thank you that you let me taste and experience..... what
is life with you, our memories always linger in my heart,
even though that meaningful happiness is off valued and
something special to me
thank you dear someone..... your presence is giving
me the strength to stay alive, this is the life I live, my world
is different from you, and I have to stay in order to live and
survive
thank you for accepting and letting me go..... beyond your
limit for you don't know where I will go, this dream that I
take is only, me can reach, a place where nobody knows
thank you for helping and making me to achieve, with my
own volition to know more of myself..... hoping the best of
everything on me, and believing that I might see the
meaning of my existence for the destiny I made is the
destiny I live.....this maybe the end of why, I am living in
this world with you dear someone
thank you that in my journey in this life..... you are with me
surfing every pieces of puzzle of who am I in this creation,
a creation that everyone is free, a creation that I am a part
and I exist, a destiny to move on and a place I live today
thank you..... for believing me even in your heart, thou you
didn't see what........ I believed, just always remember that
the life I share in every moment I've take. lives with you
forever and it is beyond your own imagination for the
world I live..... lives.....only in every man's heart that is free
' do not see them as how they think and look, but see
them as what you feel '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Experience Reality Disaster Horrific
experience is lived life real raw felt first hand
community family individually shared endured
wounds physical emotional trauma mourned
disaster horrific impact wounds life seasoned
salt tears shed bitter loss stuns season afflicted
experience witnessed is etched into landscapes
experience witnessed stretches to far horizons
disasters holocaust plague beyond comprehensions
acceptances tolerances tested beyond pain thresholds
normality security shelter food resources possessions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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(The) Benefit of Needless Conflict
Blessed are those,
Who awaken with insight!
Those who have been shakened,
From a need to maintain...
Routine indoctrinations,
Of a perceived sanity.
One in which restricts limited beliefs.
Inflicted to sustain pain and grief.
And becoming less frightened,
They are...
By a Creator who wishes them to envision,
A 'truth' that is!
A truth that frees a consciousness,
Reaching to seek a peace within!
A peace shared and released between mankind.
And with truth accepted,
This without obstruction...
Can and does finally begin.
Blessed are those,
Who awaken with insight.
Those who have been shakened,
From a need to maintain...
Routine indoctrinations,
Of a perceived sanity.
One in which restricts limited beliefs.
Inflicted to sustain pain and grief.
At the benefit of needless conflict.
That produces sicknesses of all kinds.
And let it be said,
It has been to no one's benefit...
To admit on this Earth,
In their minds reflecting upon it.
That any conflict ever condoned...
Has created a respect for peace.
At least none as yet that has been expressed,
Or urgently digested to put an end to conflicts known.
To manifesting a peace that increases this benefit,
As can be shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dance Freedom In Every Heartbeat
if we cannot dance
with love and freedom
in our hearts for all
then we cannot hear
the rhythm of love
written into all beauty
that remains
in our heart
beat world
that remains
in beautiful
gentle souls
that remains
in gift love
softly sung
that remains in God’s
original gift vision
for created humanity
all souls
dancing to sacred
rhythm life
are previous
unique hearts
bliss wonder
all dancers
smile laugh
breathe love
Inspired by the poem ‘Heartbeat’ by Unwritten Soul.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Skipping Around Obstacles
It would be great if experience to one came,
Without the sacrificing of time...
To find fault or place blame.
Or the process of feeling some anguish and pain.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If it came with the throwing of dice?
And those wishing to have it,
Could barter for it in exchange.
Leaving complaints at a minimum.
With a bargain felt that had been obtained.
It would be delicious and lip licking good,
If the price of it could afford everyone's taste.
And no one would feel deprived of it,
No matter the neighborhood.
It would be great if experience to one came...
Overnight feeding everyone's appetite.
And those who make claims,
They have awakened with knowledge...
Would express more insight,
With eyes clear and bright!
But experience is what it is.
And it can not be taught to achieve.
'Excuse me professor,
Is it possible we can discuss that topic,
One more time?
Please? '
The one who acquires experience...
Isn't the one with a heart worn on a sleeve.
But has lived and learned from mistakes that were made.
And did not make excuses heard,
While gathering up the energy to again stand...
With no mention of having crawled on knees.
Experience does not come gift wrapped in a nice package.
Or skipping around obstacles,
To place that responsibility on someone else's back.
Experience doesn't come to be done like that!
'I am so glad I had that experience.
No one will ever know...
What it was like to see you,
Struggle as you carried my weight.
I so appreicate you giving me that experience.
WHEW!
Let me know when you are ready for more.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remains Unseen
The hate that tears at my brain
Remains unseen to you
The self loathing and the pain
I'm swinging at the end of my rope,
If you only knew
I am lost without a hope,
There's nothing I can do
Oh.
I don't want to live this day
It's getting harder every day,
To face what I've become
The fear of what I have become
Remains unseen to you
A heart that's just gone numb
Remains unseen to you
I just want to close my eyes
And pretend this isn't true
Throw my hands up to the skies
There's nothing I can do
Oh.
This feeling of helplessness
And despair remains unseen to you
It's the cross that I must bear,
But it remains unseen to you
I dwell in a twisted reality of hate,
Remains unseen to you
Ugly thoughts, you cannot relate,
So I'll remain unseen to you
song performed by by Unseen
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What Is Being Shared
What is being shared with you today...
May have nothing at all to do with yesterday.
Or a re-creation of those thoughts
That crossed our minds.
And it's okay...
If we choose to let them fade away!
What is being shared with you today...
Has a 'now-ness' about it!
Attached to a feeling,
You can feedback instantly!
There is no request for a thought process.
There is nothing confessed between us,
Life threatening.
Or sitting between peril,
And a miraged oasis in a desert!
What is being shared with you today...
And enjoyed,
Is conversation!
We are communicating using it!
AND...
Making eye contact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Lovely Sister
Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister
I read somewhere and I think to myself how fate was so kind
The experience I have had in the years of my life untold and unsaid
But I would like her to know she is always on my mind
A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost
For I will lose all the luxuries and tranquility of life in time
I will not lose the warming comfort in your aura that reminds me
That I may lose the hope and dreams but my sister will always be mine
What's the good of news if you haven't a sister to share it?
And I have shared it all, the faults and mistakes that I have done
But one thing that remains unshared is the special bond between us
There would be no one except you in my heart, there would be none
How do people make it through life without a sister?
I wonder the pain left inside, I have pain on the inside too
But they are soothed by your presence and heavenly light
For I have to get out of darkness, there is no place but you
In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips
You have added sweetness in my life that is unending and blissful
We have shared some arguments, some fists, and some laughs
We have live the life but I haven't shared the love that is the glue
Through these words I hope the feel reaches you and you would know
I love you my sister but but I did not show.
Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister
I read somewhere and I think to myself how fate was so kind
The experience I have had in the years of my life untold and unsaid
But I would like her to know she is always on my mind
poem by Kumar Parashar
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Spinning Out of Control
To be part of a collective whole
Does not diminish the value,
If kept polished and acknowledged!
However...
If that piece increases to become ignored,
And perceived as not as important...
Forgotten to rot.
No longer adored.
The quality of the whole also loses,
As its stature and influence tilts
From a constant abuse,
Willed upon it.
And a prominence once gained,
Begins to show...
A detrimental change!
An 'arrangement' is damaged.
Unattended greatness,
Can not itself sustain.
With bits and pieces chipped away...
Unrecognized for its need to be nourished,
Constantly in conscious ways!
A pride falters and shallows in purpose.
Everything then begins to taint...
To oxizidize and rust!
Everything that did not contribute...
To the purity of its breath,
Becomes distrusted.
And beings to die,
A slow death from a life given to cherish.
And the whole that was,
Is no longer what it could have been!
Spinning out of control...
Until it fades,
And dust is all that remains to scatter.
Lost from its majestic magnetic hold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flames Of Life
The fire of the soul,
Constantly burning
Dreams and desires,
Keep the flames bright
When hope starts to fade, so does the fire
When dreams die, the fire feeds on memories
But it's not enough to sustain upon
Slowly but surely, the flames wither away
The fire burns itself out
Smoldering remains of life,
The ashes carried by the wind
Soon there is nothing left
poem by Bloodshed 207
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For Purposes To Sustain Exaggerations
When one speaks from experience,
And not from visions that are embellished...
It is difficult to call one like this a liar.
Especially when what has been mentioned,
Is validated and confirmed by documentation.
When one speaks from experience,
It becomes unnecessary to reflect...
With self indulging introspection.
Like others who accept invitations to entertain,
For purposes to sustain sugar coated exaggerations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marriages
Marriage of two minds
Unites two ideas.
Both agree and disagree,
Yet each remains itself.
Marriage of two souls
Unites two spirits.
They dance, separate, and intertwine,
Yet each remains unique.
Marriage of two people
Unites two bodies.
They touch and are touched,
Yet each remains separate.
Marriage of two hearts
Unites two bloods.
They fill and are filled,
Give and are given to.
But when two people love,
The two hearts are shared,
And they are never the same!
The two hearts become:
One.
poem by Jennifer Katz
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In It I Trust
I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
I have been treated as if I did not exist.
By those I loved devotedly.
And laid to share a nakedness with.
Names I have been called,
Some of which were within listening distance.
As if I had been born,
Without feelings felt to experience.
I have had lows.
To make anyone's bottom,
Appear to be 'up' for me.
But...
Such faith I have and in it I trust.
I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
I have learned many times to get up off my knees.
And to step over obstacles left to leave behind.
With a looking forward I do as I keep this belief...
My best to give is only for those knowing,
In the giving of it that is shared...
There is a mutual deserving of it to cherish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bumps and Bruises
If one wishes to build a home,
But does not command the expertise...
An architect is consulted.
If expenses are there.
And a success one seeks...
Has a better chance,
To achieve completion!
Although one may decide,
To do everything that needs to be done.
The process is much slower.
But a wealth of knowledge is obtained!
If one without experience wishes to drive,
Lessons are learned...
And if one survives through impatience,
That wish to drive is a dream that comes alive.
However,
If one wants to write, skydive or fly a kite...
That has to be done.
Although I admit,
There are some lessons that may come.
Like having an accident...
Makes one a better driver, a skydiver or a kite flyer!
If one survives the humiliation,
Of those observing attempts made of one,
Not yet at one's best!
And one is not yet attempting to win first place,
Upon entering one's initial race or contest!
And getting better at it will come,
If desire over-rides any criticisms heard!
To allow feelings to mend.
Once bandages are removed!
And 'that' experience one needs then begins!
With some bumps and bruises remembered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Don't Need Another Hero
(t. britten, g. lyle)
Producer: terry britten
Albums: mad max beyond thunderdome soundtrack (85),
Simply the best (91), the collected recordings (94)
Grammy nomination: best pop vocal performance, female (86)
Mtv video nomination: best female video (86)
Out of the ruins
Out from the wreckage
Can't make the same mistake this time
We are the children
The last generation
We are the ones they left behind
And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it
Living under the fear till nothing else remains
We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome
Looking for something we can rely on
There's got to be something better out there
Love and compassion, their day is coming
All else are castles built in the air
And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it
Living under the fear till nothing else remains
All the children say
We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome
What do we do with our lives
We leave only a mark
Will our story shine like a life
Or end in the dark
Give it all or nothing
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Love Remains (feat. Christopher Cross)
Album: When It All Goes South
When the last drop of rain has fallen
When the final note has drifted away
When the earth ceases to turn
And the last fire has burned
When the wind stops its ceaseless blowing
When the last wave has come into shore
When the sun has called it a day
And the stars have all floated away
My heart will still be yours, baby
My dreams will still be yours, darlin'
You and I will find nothing has changed
Love, love, love
Love, love, love (remains)
When we have grown old together
And the hourglass runs out of sand
Darlin' you will kiss me and then
Forever starts all over again
My heart will still be yours, baby
My dreams will still be yours, darlin'
You and I will find nothing has changed
Love, love, love
Love, love, love (remains)
My soul is one with yours, baby
Just to hold you drives me crazy
In your eyes I see... you feel the same
Love, love, love
Love, love, love remains
Love remains like an endless flame
Through the brightest joys and the darkest pain
In the end....
My heart will still be yours, baby
My dreams will still be yours, darlin'
You and I will find nothing has changed
Love, love, love
Love, love, love (remains)
My soul is one with yours, baby
Just to hold you drives me crazy
In your eyes I see... you feel the same
Love, love, love
Love, love, love remains
Love, love, love
Love, love, still remains
Love, love, love
Love, love, remains
Love, love, love
Love, remains
Love, love, love
Love, love, still remains
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, still remains
Oh, love, love, love
Love, love, love
Oh, love, love, love
song performed by by Alabama
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