Once Upon A Time
Whatever that is in your mind,
Keeping it confined to Once Upon A Time
Fantasized stories...
With such a determination to see them come to life,
Is a condition of madness enforced!
With an adoption that has altered your senses.
Senses you've learned to endorse.
And pointless it is to argue with folks like you.
Or debate aspects of a reality...
Nonexistent in your view.
Nor can I question your loyalty.
That would be considered a crime committed.
And 'that' I choose not to do!
You are too obviously devoted,
To what has made this place great!
You definitely pose no one here a threat.
Or hesitate to defend the state of your mentality.
Hey...
It's all good!
However...
IF you begin to notice,
Drastic changes to your world happening soon?
Don't get too upset.
They are just rearranging the focus of the lighting...
With a few scenery changes!
And they have begun to 'update' the sets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Obstacles Are Planted By Those Who Test
...and the fact is this...
I am not one on a mission,
To prove to those who witness...
I am here to exist.
Nor do I hesitate to debate a foolishness.
The first thing most would come to think,
When I take opportunities...
To declare I am black,
Is someone prepared to defend that fact!
Or feel I must attack because I am labelled that.
Listen...
The color of one's skin,
Has little to do with the mind within them.
And I will not allow a scrimmage,
To scuffle with in set defined limits.
Or restrict my life,
To choose what I do because it is liked.
Although I will admit,
Some obstacles are planted by those who test...
With a purpose to discourage my ambitiousness.
And I've learned not to get upset,
By those representing that kind of ignorance left.
Either at my door to greet.
Or laid before my placed footsteps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eight senses
(poetry in progress)
the world starts out
with a consciousness
half a consciousness
then one consciousness
then they morph with one sense,
ask the mountain
they stand and stand until the
volcanoes start to throw them out
then two senses, ask the trees
and the shrubs criss crossing
with your paths in the field
they stand and stand, take
the sunshine and make green
a colour for continuous evolution
their only shortcoming is their
two sense world, they stand and stand
a state of being, a state of living
and that's all
the three senses, the four senses
and the five senses, the human beings
they cry to God to let them
have eternal life
but what ever that's for
without the sixth, seventh, or eight sense
unveiled to them
sixth, the sense to connect the past
with the future
the seventh, the sense to connect
the future with the million of consciousness
clarmouring for the eight senses
to be with the ultimate, the Om,
the Divine where all senses
come together with one Supreme
consciousnes, amalgamation of
senses where knowledge springs forth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Screen The Sufferings
With the senses you know the world.
The senses awake, you're aware.
The unbridled senses lead to lust.
The sensory objects induce greed.
With the mind you build ambition
And ignore the path to attain.
With the ego you feel importance
And want at any cost to achieve.
Senses, mind and ego reined,
Suffering is screened.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Obvious
Wake me from this altered state
My future's looking brighter all the time
I'm stumbling and delirious
Something's changed since those teenage days
I'm growing into my own
I'm the talk of the town
Looking strange and I'll say it out loud
There's nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Like you, like me
Twist my words so they reed me wrong
The truth was neevr good enough for you
Is that the best you can do?
Talk me down look in my face
Look at you now, feeling like the clown
Next time you should think it over
There's nothing left to hide
Nothing left to hide
When duplicating the obvious
When duplicating the obvious
And it's nothing we decide
Liek you, like me
With no reason, you twist my words
'Cause you're helpless lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
In a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
Lost in a state of madness
song performed by by Orgy
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Sonnet-Time Is The Healer
Who can upset a heart upset enough?
What can a whip mean to a tired horse?
To smokers long, matters not, one more puff;
All things still happen if Heavens endorse.
How can a twig lone save a drowning man?
Can salt hurt more a wounded man in brine?
Order the Monsoon Winds to stop, who can?
To one athirst, Gall can taste like good wine!
A hungry Lion eats a mouse or shrew;
Our senses even have their limits too;
Unduely unkind is life to a few;
Beyond limits, there's nothing, you can do.
If struggled, we had to our level best,
'Tis time to forget things and take good rest.
poem by John Celes
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Something Teased to Please In Prologue
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
Mental disruptions occuring without a stop.
Minds feed on evil by what's put into the mouth!
Dieting on meats and other chemicals for taste...
Takes away all senses one has,
And replaces them with those of hate.
Or something teased to please in prologue...
As those sit and wait,
For 'professionals' to debate their foolish fates!
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
And yet indoctrinations come to inoculate...
More brainwashing with empty speeches,
From those who pose no opposition,
As long as it is never too late...
To keep a leeching state of mind kept in place!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With These Stories and Others to Come
With these stories and more...
A forgetting is not permitted!
With these stories and others to come...
A repeating will be committed.
Moving ahead for some is certain.
Many like to Spring clean,
And exchange all the curtains.
Some prefer to ignore the dust.
And oxidize they do...
Rusting and cursing,
The stagnant times they trust.
Others see this with wishes to move on!
With each day turning into night...
They await the coming of dawn.
But those who choose to argue about change...
Do the best they can,
To remain the same!
Claiming that yesterday,
Their lives were less insane!
With these stories and more...
A forgetting is not permitted!
With these stories and others to come...
A repeating will be committed.
And with the troubles today,
Existing unresisted.
Many believe good times will return.
If only they sit,
Reminiscing about it!
While everything around them,
Is left to crumble...
As praises of days gone,
Leaves those currently outraged...
In a blazing that comes,
To burn them all.
And standing to witness,
They do...
The approaching creep of a firestorm.
Without a prevention...
To stop an accepted ignorance,
Allowed as they debate their fate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could This Be
Could this be happening to me
A dream come true just call me lucky
You always taught me to believe
This is the way you always said that it could be
So now I'm thanking you
You always understood me
And I still talk to you
And I know that you're still listening
Could this be happening to you
You go through life without a dream inside of you
You say there is nothing you can do
So sit and rust and let your life slip right by you
I can't force you to enjoy your life
Nor can I endorse your glass half-empty state of mind
Play the victim its all you seem to do
If you don't chase your dreams no one will chase them for you
You could have anything (anything)
You have anything you want
You could have everything (everything)
But instead you choose to rust
And I've had enough
song performed by by 98 Mute
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Good To Feel
It is always good to feel nice
Over full of nice food stuffs with rice
It gives good smell when nicely arranged
Now only good test to be observed and managed
These are all external feelings
When it comes to real happening!
It turns out to be unpleasant
When it seems not ideal and important
There are many ways to feel happy
Only positive mind can speak it without worry
One needs to remain in cheerful mood
As it is not always the question of good food
Food can provide good nourishment
Body can be kept in fit condition with nice movements
But what about inner conscience and its concern
It can’t be kept quiet with possible wait of turn
You can go tough with the situation
You can be very rough when time comes for evaluation
You have to be committed with certain aspects
As that may only guarantee you some respect
It is said one need not worry about whole world
At any time they may show you wall and turn cold
At such time you can come out well and act as very bold
You respond to soul and see it is not bartered or sold
The key lies with us with all the options
We must be capable of its retention
Nothing can be snatched if you are firm
Only you must stick to belief and confirm
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Is Best to Leave This Mindset Alone
There will always be those,
Who attempt to match wits...
With those who comprehend
The advantages of understanding.
Some folks live within a box regarded as safe.
And from inside a point of view of outside events...
They choose to argue their findings,
Condensed...
From a state of mind that is comfortable,
But for those who have discovered 'reality'...
They know this makes no sense.
And to produce beneficial chit chat,
Does not induce a growth of thought.
When a sharing is lost with one who's mind is stuck...
Deluded in visions found too comfortable.
And eventually these folks others must give up!
A process attached to learning,
For some is a worthless yearning.
And for them a progress is created from isolation.
Where ignorance is encouraged to thrive and manifest.
It is best to leave this mindset,
Alone!
They perceive time sits to wait for them,
To be condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smart And/Or Lucky
There is a style that emerges,
When one applies a skill.
When one devotes both time and loyalty...
With determination that motivates a will.
A drive that is given.
And takes this as a craft.
To those who view this as sacrificial...
Could never be disciplined,
To tasks requiring a focus that lasts.
Or taking it upon themselves,
To 'do' and not ask!
To love what one does,
May not be easy because one loves it.
It might be the challenge,
One faces to embrace.
To enhance a curiosity,
In one's mind that takes place.
And some have a way,
To overcome their own obstacles.
While others try to pretend they don't exist.
With excuses that are fixed,
In exaggerated wishes.
To say what it is they dream to do.
But the doing of the deed that should please,
Never finds time in their minds to get done.
And these are the same ones,
Who are quick to say...
Someone is either smart and /or lucky.
And imply no work has been involved or applied!
Or that one has been gifted with talents.
Subtracting to mention...
Those 'talents' are honed,
By many sleepless nights...
With some tears sometimes to cry!
To deliver what is loved,
Into an undelusioned reality.
To prove to 'self' what can be accomplished.
With motivated determination self inflicted.
Without a magic wand involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Funky Crime
Why do you do what you do
I do what I want to do
who said you could do what you do
I told you who told me to
I do what I want to do
I do what I want to do
funky crime funky crime
don't you know funk's colors blind
well I've committed a funky crime
against a state of mind
Hey you mister interview
I don't have to answer you
this is what I grew into
don't judge me and my soul stew
cause funk is my attitude
funk is my attitude
funky crime funky crime
don't you know funk's colors blind
well I've committed a funky crime
against a state of mind
Barriers of race
in the media take place
tellin'you there is no room
for what you do
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from The Uplift Mofo Party Plan
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Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
quote by Jim Morrison
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Ode to Odor
Oh, odor...
From where does thou cometh.
With your abrupt pungentness?
To lay so distinctly...
In once fresh air!
And...
Upon unexpecting noses,
With such effective attention...
You have manage to get and be given,
In a suspecting collectiveness.
Oh oh odor!
Fanning you...
Is a pointless act.
When you come to attack the senses...
There is a determination noticeably gained.
And the agony to breathe freely...
Is devoid of any patience!
Any...
That remains.
And so foolish are the aspects of retaliation.
Oh...
Odor!
You ought to go!
But where shall you go?
Odor...
You are so unwanted.
Since you came in through...
Closed doors and windows,
With that uninvited ooze...
You meant to leave.
It looks as if...
There is no choice but to wait,
Until you fade away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great Pioneer
Graham Russell)
It happened long ago
When I felt the need
For a life of my own
I dreamt of summer love
And moving high up north
But no one would go
So I walked up the hill and lay there
Imagining the day was near
I know I want to stay there
And be a great pioneer
I made a promise then
That I'd find a place
Where my world won't end
Give me a piece of land
That will be my life
That I will defend
If I work really hard
I will surely survive
I know my virtue is strong
No one could oppose a spirt
So raw to be a part of the state
To be known as a great pioneer
I keep the fires burning
To let you know I'm free
My heart will always be yearning
CHORUS
To be a part of the state
To be a part of the state
To be known as a great pioneer
And if it all should end
ANd I hear the call
From the great unknown
I'll need to go my way
Let me have my day
Let me be alone
I was dreaming here and lay there
Knowing that my time is here
I know I wanna stay there
And be a part of the state
And be a part of the state
And be known as a great pioneer
song performed by by Air Supply
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Those of Actions and Less Words
Anyone can make comments,
About feelings meant.
Feelings claimed to have!
But kept in one's mind,
Where that time has been spent!
However...
Those of actions and less words,
Impress with images lasting.
And it is the consistency of their thoughts and deeds...
That keeps one in someone's mind,
As one that can be believed without doubt or question.
Too many people today express in public flair,
How deep their loyalty for another is...
And so profess what is kept,
But not truthfully there to be addressed.
With confessions made to others,
As if this passes a test.
While it is the things done they do...
That disproves a conviction spoken.
And not in their hearts to followed through.
Although dramatized displays are created,
To show how someone by another,
Has been made to become upset.
This is straight from a 101 Beginner's Acting Manual.
And those on the receiving end,
Are not tricked to be fooled by deceptions that begin.
Feelings they have are invested too!
And these feelings for them are protected to defend.
Not tossed about in meaningless conversations.
Conversations to impress but without a depth connected.
Anyone can make comments,
About feelings meant.
Feelings claimed to have!
But kept in one's mind,
Where that time has been spent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Committed
committed! !
me and my boyfriend have made a pact
we are committed and thats the fact
he will not screw any other women apart from me
and i will not seduce anyone else apart from him
committed! !
we will be a heathy twosome or so it seems
with this thought in our mind our relationship will gleam
yes sir we are a committed bunch
the world will sing praises of our relationship
the world will stand and admire our friendship
committed! !
he will screw me till his hearts content
as i behind his back will screw all his friends
he on the other hand will bang all my friends
yes sir we are a committed and our relationship is as firm as steel
committed! ! !
it's a word not to be taken lightly
it's the bed rock of all relationships strong and mighty
yes indeed we are committed
he can't screw anyone and i ca'nt be promiscious it's not permitted
we are so so very committed
committed! !
yes sir committed indeed
we are the two us sailin merreyly in our ship
when he is angry with me he does the maid
when i am upset with him i get laid
committed! !
we are thinck as thives
till his money runs out and i have fullfilled all my needs
oh sir we are so so so very committed....................
poem by Anuj Tikku
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In This Romance
I can not do that anymore...
Keeping what I feel inside,
As if stored by a pride
Misinterpreted as being aloof and snide.
I can 'bite' back with the best.
If I chose to when I'm tested!
I can argue in debate...
To defend an ego that's unshakened.
If I did not choose to be awakened.
But I can't do that anymore!
It leaves no taste of satisfaction.
I am seeking someone I can adore.
Not someone who speaks...
And sometimes selects me to ignore!
I can not do that anymore...
Keeping what I feel inside,
As if stored by a pride
Misinterpreted as being aloof and snide.
I want to come out of that place,
And replace it with erased mistakes!
To allow my happiness to flourish!
I want to be encouraged...
And care enough to share,
With one who also wants to see...
The both of us there,
In this 'romance' that is endlessly shared!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guess Who Has Fewer Headaches?
The lesson I've learned,
From my own observations...
That had me debating what decision to make.
And I am the one left in an emotional state of mind?
That left me awake at nights from time to time.
And sometimes crying.
To begin hating myself because of someone else?
Well...
I have found a way,
To do what I can then to walk away.
With no feeling of guilt at all.
'Oh yeah?
What have you found,
To keep you smiling all day without making a frown? '
Today...
Whenever someone begins to argue with me,
As to 'how' I should rescue them from a quicksand pit.
And the person who needs to be saved...
Has a preference as to which device they would like,
Besides the kind and type of rope I brought to use...
To free them out and cleared from their own dilemma?
And they say to me the choice I made,
Isn't the one they would choose?
I have learned to do this...
Throw in the rope to tie it to a rock.
In knots!
And leave them with a decision to make on their own.
'But that is not the Christian thing to do.'
I know.
But guess who has fewer headaches?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is good
It is good
You control the activities
Of the mind
Life and senses
And your determination is
Unbreakable
And it is sustained
With steadfastness
It is good
O my dear
You have a bright future
You are my near and dear
Any deviation is never.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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