On a Scale No One Can Fathom
To produce a pitifulness.
Condone it.
For reasons to flourish an advantage.
Market its wastefulness!
And then confine by addicting decadence?
Does not sit well with Mother Nature.
Nor with that which allows our habitation.
And to prove just how trivial these 'justifications'?
One would have to be asleep not to notice.
Or overdosed on Prozac!
We who leech upon its goodness and grace.
Breathing its atmosphere.
And feeding off its 'veins' we take for granted!
This living Earth,
Has chosen these times to introduce to all...
Drastic changes!
To enforce a much higher appreciation
From those who believe,
Manipulation in 'any' form whatsoever...
Will continue to be tolerated.
All that we have taken for selfish indulgences.
From IT...
Has a mind of its own and is using it...
For all to witness!
As it selects and picks,
Those of a mindless consciousness.
On a scale no one can fathom!
And in ways no thoughtless human can deter!
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Debates About This Can Escalate
If the air wasn't free,
In the atmosphere as it is.
No one here, there or anywhere,
Would be on this Earth,
To be seen as we appear.
And yet we take advantage,
With a disrespect so clear.
There are some on this planet,
That actually believe...
They are in control of it.
And the lives people lead to inflict a fear.
But in every molecule that exists,
That allows all of this...
Is not without a consciousness.
Debates about this can escalate...
But an escaping from the truth,
Is a waste of one's fate.
And those who disbelieve,
The Earth is a nonthinking entity...
Have only their next catastrophe to see,
Just how upset an ignorance of this can get!
No one is a part of 'something'...
That exists to reject,
A dismissing of being part of the all of it!
And a feeding of those who leech without appreciation,
There will come lessons Mother Nature will teach.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.
Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!
To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Journey Taken God Wants Us to Condone
There is 'something' felt in the air.
Something that says the times ahead,
Will be okay.
With whispers calling for a patience.
Even though clouds of despair seem to be,
Everywhere,
There are those without hesitation...
Showing reasons to express they care.
These times we all are living,
Come to give us reasons to condone.
These times we are living,
Are no longer the times to decide to leave alone.
These times we all are living,
Come to give us reason...
To live and condone,
A journey taken God wants us on.
A journey taken God wants us to condone.
Claiming it as a direction we own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Course It Hurts!
Of course it hurts!
What pain inflicted doesn't?
The blood stipened from veins
Is the same that is sucked from Mother Earth.
Don't you think that does not hurt.
And She is here bleeding.
While we trash and polluted the dirt...
Until it becomes worthless!
Of course it hurts.
To have creatures leech,
And kill themselves.
To have scientists experiment,
Fusing and abusing the normalcy of cells.
To invent diseases and attempt to find cures.
There is not much more,
Mother Nature will endure.
Of course it hurts.
To witness a demonicness increase.
To have what wa design...
To find a decrease i harmony and peace.
To have chaos and distruction,
Produced by a few.
To manipulate and control...
Until they are destroyed too!
Of course it hurts!
But those who believe what they will achieve,
And produce success!
Are victimizing all of life.
To conquer under duress...
A shame they can not undo!
Of course it hurts!
Some haven't felt it...yet!
Like so many who continue to suffer!
As those mindless do what they choose!
And of course,
This abusive inducement to seduce,
With confusion infused...
Hurts!
No one here is indulging,
Under their exclusive influence...
Of a localized anesthetic!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is A Leech
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.
That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.
A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Delivers
Can what Mother Nature has already done,
Be improved upon by man...
To become for some,
A wish to outdo...
Mama's stunning?
With a cunning.
Will Mother allow to be breached this way?
Brewing in a heat...
To watch with Her eyes,
With nothing to say?
Or has She said it?
With no one paying attention.
As She delivers Her attitude with thunder.
To drench relentlessly with floods,
Hoping her children will obey.
Has 'Mama' selected earthquakes to shake us?
With a round of hurricanes and tornadoes...
To show us 'Mama' knows.
And yet we ignore and neglect...
With a lack of consciousness reflected.
Believing Her to be an accident...
We choose to perceive we can easily circumvent,
With our limited intelligence.
To take for granted this atmosphere She gives.
That bestows us breath to live.
Can what Mother Nature has already done,
Be improved upon by man...
To become for some,
A wish to outdo...
Mama's stunning?
With a cunning.
Or will we ever learn to listen in silence...
And observe Her gracious beauty,
Without defiance?
As creatures who leech...
Upon Her goodness.
As we feed unceasingly our selfishness,
Centered upon our greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugged on Status and the Superficialness of Looks
They've accepted themselves as worthless.
Giving in to subservience,
To flourish a form of obedience...
Only a blinded leech would love!
Drugged on status and the superficialness of looks.
Giving themselves over to bad diets without insight...
With a lack of discipline,
That now has caught up to each one of them!
Addicted to worshipping false gods and 'things'.
Believing confessing 'sins' will produce for them wings.
Distorted by their own reflections,
They believe their neighbors envy!
And sickened by myths...
To limit the lives God has blessed them with,
They sit reduced to produce their own sorrows in ignorance!
They've accepted themselves as worthless.
Giving in to subservience,
To flourish a form of obedience...
Only a blinded leech would love!
And none could care less,
How to spell 'shallow' or address it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Much Of That Has Already Been Approved
I am very much a part of nature.
It is there to be enjoyed.
Some believe it can be inspected,
With a manipulation of it done.
But a waste of time is all that occurs.
Since nature is a product of Earth.
And none of it is a creation,
Made from the limitation of a human mind.
That's why I choose to be observant,
And less tolerant of the feeding of ignorance.
Too much of that has already been approved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Viewed to Be Fair of Skin
They are trying everything possible,
A human being can find!
To confine thought to fear,
And control one's mind!
It has already been decided,
To take away addicting pleasures.
Realizing without them,
Treasures some measure life...
Would produce anger, hatred and strife!
And this is counted on...
To get a civil unrest and disobedience prolonged!
Gaining an excuse to reduce those not wanted,
Amongst a population...
Viewed to be fair of skin!
Living in a world in which only dim wits fit in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Evolution That Has Erased The Yesterdays
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
Clear choices today are being readily defined.
Making up one's mind as to which road to take,
Is for many not a decision to contemplate.
It may be difficult for some to switch up...
From steps taken to reverse what has been done.
But it can be done...
If a wish for happiness is to come!
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
There are those confused,
By the suddenness of change.
But it's not as if it had been hidden.
Not for those who have witnessed,
A quality of life that is not the same.
Closed eyes are different from those that are blind.
Some choose not to see what is.
Others who can not see period...
Have survived with sharpened minds.
And are quick to sense...
The atmosphere has been stimulated,
By the addition of increased decadence.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
A higher consciousness has arrived,
And it struggles with accepted commonness.
But this slide that delights some,
Comes to an end to unravel comforts under the Sun.
To achieve a peace slowly becoming noticed.
And those overdosed with delusions that limit...
Will find themselves anguished,
By an evolution that has erased the yesterdays.
Leaving them revolving in memories dissolving.
And not a sign ahead that shows,
Those times will be revisited.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
Drastic changes have come to move us on!
With or without the necessity for debate.
Or an appreciative applause in waiting.
Many are already too stunned with disbelief...
That the onslaught of love has come,
To achieve the 'real' version of peace.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Is More Than Our Earth Mother
I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
And to me she remains as a source of great joy
Her beauty is everywhere all around me
In Nature there's so much to learn of and see
My wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet little of her ways I do seem to know
Her secrets with human kind she does not share
With the wonders of Nature there's none to compare
I'll say it again I've often said it before
We are Nature's life forms that and nothing more
You who take Nature for granted you have got it all wrong
She is more than our Earth Mother to her we belong
She will live on forever on us a use by date
And her Reaper the one who will decide our fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
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More Than Our Earth Mother
I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
And to me she remains as a source of great joy
Her beauty is everywhere all around me
In Nature there's so much to learn of and see
My wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet little of her ways I do seem to know
Her secrets with human kind she does not share
With the wonders of Nature there's none to compare
I'll say it again I've often said it before
We are Nature's life forms that and nothing more
You who take Nature for granted you have got it all wrong
She is more than our Earth Mother to her we belong
She will live on forever on us a use by date
And her Reaper the one who will decide our fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Same Weapons Used
What they have done...
Is given them ammunition,
To destroy themselves.
And others of like mind...
Who are equally ignorant,
Thoughtless and choose to be dumb.
This strategy has been in place,
Since it was discovered...
The ease of manipulation.
And how that creates self hate.
Done with deceit and undercover...
Without a trace.
Now those same weapons used,
Are turned against them.
Those outdated ways of 'winning'...
Has exposed evidence kept in denial.
And a foul odor left by a decadence...
Is slowly about to smolder,
And do them in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions
If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.
They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.
With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!
These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Consciousness
Mass and energy is one and the same.
On conversion, they interchange forms.
No gain or no loss is their total sum.
Consciousness runs through them over time.
Water is the essence and consciousness
That runs through ice, steam, mist, dues, fog and frost.
Life energy is the sole consciousness
That runs through plants, animals and humans.
The Universe is constantly evolving.
Living organisms are evolving from the earth
And dissolve into the earth over time.
The consciousness runs through uncut.
Adults give birth to new ones and will die.
The new ones grow to adults and give births.
The adult protrudes its mass and energy
While it itself dissolves into the earth.
Formless consciousness takes variant forms,
Which are, however, impermanent.
Body, senses and mind make human form.
Human form is made of fluent energy.
The energy is undying and unborn.
The life energy manifest in forms
Dies not when the form disintegrates
And only extends when new one develops.
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Genius Observations
Is there an intelligence involved,
In the creation of this Earth?
Does the Earth itself
Have an intelligence misunderstood?
It is a mindless breed who feed like maggots,
On the back of this spinning ball.
And scientists are hired,
For their genius observations?
To reveal the facts to all?
No wonder Mother Nature,
Has unleashed Her displeasure
Upon the idiots...
Who take for granted,
Why they are here and 'how' in the first place
They exist!
Fools who qualify themselves,
As progressive thinkers of our times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible - the kind of atmosphere that is found in a nurturing family.
quote by Virginia Satir
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Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible -- the kind of atmosphere that is found in a nurturing family.
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Magnificent and Glorious
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Its affects are disturbing...
As it processes an effectiveness.
Traumatized will be those,
Holding onto scattering beliefs.
A race to deny its presence among us...
Will greet those with defeat.
Since its dominance is complete!
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.
Nothing that has been set in stone...
Will the dawning of this consciousness,
Allow or condone.
Some will feel alone.
Without empathy to comfort.
We are living in the days of amazing changes.
And those with mindsets aged in greed and disrespect,
Think they will profit by their deceiving misdeeds.
But they will be the ones...
Eventually down on their knees.
Pleading to be freed of their mental disease.
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
And those able to 'see'...
Have already begun this magnificent,
And glorious internal uplifting journey!
Congratulations...
To those who sustained their faith.
And maintained their patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Power of God
They do not understand.
They actually believe,
They can continue to bleed...
From that which has created them.
To procure an enduring satisfaction!
That this Earth is not a living cell,
And 'spirits' who have not chosen to be born...
Are watching them in production,
Perfecting their own spice of life...
Diced with hell!
They do not understand...
How all here is connected.
And 'Mother Nature' has grown tired,
Of their thoughtless infestation.
Neglect and disrespect...
To manifest their own condemnation!
But somehow,
And very soon...
All of this mistreatment,
Is going to leave many traumatized...
With realities no one can research!
Or change in thought in the most prestigious
Of costly ivy league schools...
Sought to pool their 'knowledge'.
The training of conditioned fools...
Is not what is gradually taking place.
And 'that' will not be professed,
From any lectern!
Or pulpit...
For congregations to digest!
By anyone declaring,
Their doctorate degree!
And success achieved.
Obtain to fulfill requirements...
To be stamp and approved,
As highly conditioned...
For abundant limitation!
Sensations beyond description,
Have been prescribe to be delivered.
And no man...
Or woman,
Prepared for intellectualizing life...
Will find they have been qualified to do it!
What comes,
Has nothing to do with manipulation...
As taught!
Not for purposes to grandstand,
The power of God.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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