Placed On Pedestals High
Overbloated by boasted ideals.
And consumed by boosted images.
None of this is real but affects mindsets.
With immaculate pretensions.
Yet...
A collision resides,
Inside where truth is not invited.
In fact,
Neither is a comfort condoned...
In a place one calls 'home'.
In mind, body or spirit!
Although,
A perfectness is expected...
By those who have achieved notoriety!
And they are placed on pedestals high,
Closer to the worshipped heavens!
To maintain robotized lives.
Delighting those deluded and awed,
By human achievements that become idolized.
And rubbing elbows close,
Surviving one sees are their hypocrisies.
Almost as clear as the cracks appearing,
And barely hidden...
On foundations in much need,
Of updated restorations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Mindsets Are On Two Different Ships
Relationships based upon the masquerading of images...
Are not invited for private meetings,
Within the comfort of my home.
People who condone those types of affairs,
I don't criticize at all.
What is mine is not theirs to share.
And mutually I don't see why the other would care.
Our mindsets are on two different ships.
Relationships based upon the masquerading of images...
Are not invited for private meetings,
Within the comfort of my home.
No one is invited to come into my home,
To play hide and seek.
Or guess what I'm thinking next!
If the conversation is not open and free...
I don't extend understandings.
Get up and leave,
That's my policy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cuts Inflicted
The only thing that is getting better...
Are those flourished explanations,
By those chosen to minimize...
The affects of truth.
To keep those fed,
In a gleeful spending frenzy!
But an awakening has occurred.
As those observe those in glasshouses.
Inside of them they smack on snacks.
While outside,
Their foundations...
Have widening, threatening cracks.
And they are seen wining and dining...
Sharing pretensions,
Things on the 'other' side...
Can not be as bad as that!
And the glass begins to splinter!
To leave gaping holes...
With glass crashing as it falls into the streets.
Dressed in suits and gowns to clean...
Those appear from their festivities,
With brooms...
For a simple neat,
And sweet appearing sweep!
Hoping their efforts,
And speech when they speak...
Has listeners left believing,
Cuts inflicted upon them...
Are not as deep!
Or painful.
As the blood gushes from wounds condoned,
By those who stand and patriotically bleed!
Some with children...
To provide alone.
Aren't yet too convinced...
That even those wearing diamond encrusted tieras,
Wished they had found their feet on the ground.
Instead of victimizing themselves...
Attempting to climb over,
A razor sharpened fence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Splashed With A Little Lemon
The slow process of leaking truth,
Has finally begun.
Sweetened lives,
Splashed with a little lemon...
Will leave those accustomed,
To munching their milk and cookies...
With less fun in the stunning days to come.
Those surviving on the streets,
Will just be more familiarized with them...
As they are sought to give tours,
To those shocked into reality.
And those deluded by their pretentions?
Are stuck in mindsets trying to convince,
Someone, anyone...their point of view makes sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- hughie thomasson -- rickey medlocke)
Ive always lived my life like a gypsy
I cant imagine myself settlin down
So please dont ask me to give up this life I lead
cause I love to feel those wheels go round and round
(chorus)
I can see it inside
Its my heart that sees, not my eyes
And if you listen close Ill tell you why
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is at home with you
Theres a cold wind blowin and you know its almost midnight
You never dreamed it would be this hard lovin a music man
But this iron horse on which I ride Im closer its true
And its just as hard for me as it is for you
I can see it inside
Its my heart that sees not my eyes
And if you listen close Ill tell you why
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is at home with you
In my life Im always on the run
Livin one day at a time
Hold on a little longer
I dont know where Im gonna end up
Or where Ill go
I can see it inside
Its my heart that sees not my eyes
And if you listen close Ill tell you why
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is at home ...
I can see it inside
Its my heart that sees not my eyes
And if you listen close Ill tell you why
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is at home with you
Home is where the heart is
Oh ,my home is where my heart is
Oh, my home is where my heart is
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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An Even Dozen (human needs)
I wondered what the basic needs
Of the average human could be
I know these don’t apply to everyone
But they do apply to me
First on my list: would be nutrition,
the usual food and drink
Second would be: Rest, sleep and relaxation
Third would be the need …
For recognition I should think
Fourth would be… most certainly
The human need for touch
For without the laying on of hands
Life would lack so much
Fifth would be the need for place
A place to call one’s own
A place within the human race
A place that one calls home
Sixth would be acceptance
Of one’s place within the clan
And the mutual understanding
Of exactly where we stand
Seventh is the sense of need
To feel the need to belong
And to also feel that one is needed
And that the need is strong
Eighth on my list is comfort
Comfort within one’s skin
Comfort in where one is in life
Comfort without and within
Ninth would be the need for pleasure
For the body and for the mind
Pleasure of the physical self
Pleasures of the human kind
Goals would be my tenth essential
An additional and necessary need
For a life without ambition Would …
be bland and empty indeed
Satisfaction is number eleven
For unrest on the soul is an onerous weight
While the feeling of satisfaction
Is a most humanly pleasant state
Last, but not least among all of the needs
Of the human animal I’ve listed above
is the combined total of all of those deeds
Last…is peace of mind…and love
poem by David Whalen
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Fantasies Enriched
With fantasies enriched,
And lives protected...
By the foolishness of censorship.
One aided by religious beliefs,
That restrict the expansion...
Of one's mental consciousness.
People do seem they are getting,
Very tired of this.
Although misjudgements,
Expect an effective controlling.
Enforced and condoned through imagery,
And symbolic teachings.
Although a Taste for decadence,
Provides a good foundation...
For hypocrisies to exist.
With a contradicting of values and standards.
There is a need to keep these pretensions,
On the top of the list.
However...
Truth IS and not a myth.
And those with fantasies enriched,
Are on the road that will expose...
A discovery of this comes without a welcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If 'That' Is Kept Pursued
'Why does reality have no chance of surviving,
In a land where fantasy is worshipped...
And prioritized for all to understand,
Throughout one's life as a demand? '
Fantasy is worshipped in a land,
Where reality has no chance...
And is repimanded,
From birth as a command.
'Oh...
So there is no choice involved? '
Of course there is.
If one chooses to be deluded by truth.
And decides to become ostracized,
If 'that' is kept pursued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Spirit
I have often felt alone and foreign
Within this place or world everyone calls home-
Perhaps a part of me had died many years back- although
My spirit lives on and looks upward towards the sky, past midnight
Perhaps to awaken in some other realm- Alive and unafraid,
I see the stars brightly shining against the midnight sky,
Far away but close to me in a unique way-
The rings of Saturn intrigue me and inside of the world of my dreams,
I have become as a dove, lifting my wings
To fly as I continue my fight to
Find a place in this world, as my spirit attentively watches over me-
It has been said that everyone is born with a spirit inside-
I was born with a mind, confused, frightened and divided- although
I was born with a spirit that is strong, brave and wise-
I lift my wings and fly, following the direction my spirit, as
My spirit is my only hope- My hope to find a life for myself.
Free from the apparition of the nightmares of my past-
Inside of my mind I know that if I follow the direction that
My spirit takes- enlightened by the sun, the moon and the stars-
Perhaps in the fondest of dreams, I will reawaken and fly away from my fears, and
Find a place in this world-After all, the stars, the moon and other planets
Are far away, in another realm, and unreachable.
The beauty of a spirit is that it never dies, and as my friend it will always be there,
Watching over me protecting me from harm as
I awaken in rebirth from the horrors of my past and from a distance in thought
I can still follow the mystical beauty
Of the moon and the stars in the midnight sky above me
And I know now that when clouds cover the sky and darkness prevails-
The sun shall always rise, I have found peace of mind, and my spirit lives on…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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In a Boast Stayed Boosted
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Eyes on demise!
With fire and brimstone in their sights.
And tantillized by cries of crisis.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And gloom is a boast stayed boosted.
That feeds upon such limitness,
Of those who love it on their minds and lips.
And...
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And giving up more attitude...
To those who view them useless,
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And ready to be roosters noosed...
Plucked to be served after roasting,
With a juice or good brew!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psalm 89
Righteousness and justice
Are the foundations of your throne
Your faithfulness surrounds me
And I'll never walk alone
Who in all the heavens
Loves me like you do
You are high and lifted up
You alone are true
You rule the raging seas
And the rivers are subdued
You stand upon the mountain
You alone must be pursued
I will sing of all your mercies
And with my mouth I shall make known
That the heavens and the earth are yours
And glory surrounds your throne
Before your face goes mercy
And truth lights up the way
Your presence overwhelms us
It's where we want to stay
The sun and moon light up the way
And they'll be there till the end
You'll never leave us nor forsake us
You are closer than a friend
Sometimes we wander from the path
And cannot see your face
And all around the darkness falls
You shall not leave us in this place
Open up our eyes O Lord
And give us ears to hear
What the Spirit says to us
O Lord please make it clear
Then your light shines in the darkness
And you lead us in the way
Of mercy and forgiveness
And trust we never go astray
You shall be found by those who seek
Who walk the narrow way
The poor in Spirit and the meek
You'll guide them every day
The merciful and pure in heart
And those who thirst for thee
Will never be, from you apart
And your face they all shall see
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Place
There is a place
In my heart that still dances
A place in my soul that sings
- And sings, and dances and dances -
A place so deep, so set
A place that even the mundane drudgery
The routine day-to-day
Can not kill
A place so close, so distant
A place that was, and is yet to come
A place where belief originates and lives
The birth place of
The most human humanity
The most divine divinity
A place where
Majesty, mystery and magic still speak
A place of all origins.
Some will not hear it any longer.
But, I still listen...
Waiting... hoping... trusting...believing...
The Place... is real.
It's way out there - it's everywhere...
It is ever within.
This Place... is my place.
It has called to me by name
Since the day of birth,
It's name is simple and profound;
I call him
Jesus.
He calls me
'My child.'
It's to him we go.
It's for us he came.
He is where I belong.
I am always on the Way
To the Place
Where he is.
The Place... home.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Insignificant
Whether they were told what to believe...
Or made to conceive it or not!
They were never challenged on their own,
To know!
To seek for themselves,
What was or was not real.
And taught to reject,
From mindsets accepted...
To disregard anything,
That conflicted with a truth...
A life lived to them would bring.
There is a comfort they have with deceit.
And all that is connected,
With the absence of truth.
Whether they were told what to believe...
Or made to conceive it or not!
It was easy to keep them feeling,
Insignificant!
And to use them to deplete,
Of their resources...
That made them look weak,
Helpless, hopeless and appearing needy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... 'Almighty God'.
Jehovah is the Almighty God in heaven
is worthy to be worshipped and feared by all men.
Creator of the great heavens and earth is He
and Author of our Salvation and destiny.
From everlasting to everlasting reigning from high
All Knowing He watches with His all seeing eye.
For there is no place that His presence is not known
this all powerful God sat upon heavens throne.
Seated in the heavens and surrounded in light
unapproachable by sons of ignorance and night.
Majestic in holiness, glorious in grace
no man can stand before Him or look on His face.
Mighty angels surround Him and sing out His praise
with their songs of worship His Omnipotence raise.
Great God of Love and Longsuffering towards men
His Goodness and Mercy descending from heaven.
He is Faithful and Just and also Impartial
and to the human mind Incomprehensible.
This Jealous and Wise God His Truth displays.
Immutable and unchanging in all His ways.
His pure Righteousness and Infinite nature
is worshipped by every heavenly creature.
Transcendent from creation and Self existent
Is the Sovereign Lord God the Omnipotent.
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Waiting For Them to Come to Life
I agree with you.
However...
What is recognized that 'should' happen,
At this hour...
Had been just as recognizable,
In those hours past.
And that 'urgency' has been smothered,
By a coating of denial.
Sautéed in BS.
And trimmed with a taste to bait delusions.
For the purposes to maintain our appetites,
Kept in sweetened ignorance.
It is recommended we establish patience,
For those hypnotized by incompetency.
And on all levels,
Allow a degrading that has taken place...
To consume any decency that is left.
Now we live in the midst of dwindling stages,
Of pretensions meant!
And waiting for them to come to life.
With the utmost expected tolerance.
Because we are who we say we are.
And not what it is that is reflected.
Since those images we refuse to accept.
And we bet against their existence.
Inspired by:
J.B Poet
Atlanta
'Thank you J.B Poet.
Keep your 'spirit' honest.
And your 'vision' fresh with expectation.'
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Occupied By Similar and Limited Visions
A sold soul,
Has an inability to self reflect.
Everything they are told,
Is with ears set...
On an idealistic perfectness.
Although they are constantly trying,
To achieve a correctness...
They believe to themselves,
That has already been identified...
But can not be to over stressed.
By the credentials they have been awarded.
And achieved by feeding,
A confirmed definition of success.
And compared to others,
Who are occupied by similar and limited visions...
To assess mindsets equally possessed.
A sense of false happiness has been achieved...
With a certification shown that has them obsessed,
In those social circles...
Where titles and name dropping,
Are emphasized topics to be loudly addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surviving
Look at us here today
Lots of talking with nothing to say
And if I seem somewhat afraid
Im surviving, thats all I am
Im surviving to be a better man
Im surviving, thats my plan
Just surviving
Yesterday, I was sure
But today I dont know anymore
Thought I was brave till I saw
My frightened reflection in a dark corridor
Now Im surviving to be a better man
Im surviving with an emotional plan
Im surviving, so please understand
Im surviving, surviving
There are millions of people out there
Trying to get by in a world that dont care
People smiling through clouds of despair
Protecting the wounds until they repair
Theyre surviving the best way they can
They are surviving every woman and man
Just surviving with an emotion plan
So keep surviving
Maybe its my shattered pride
Thats why I get scared of emotional ties
Dont let them in, otherwise
Youll smile like a fool
But youll be hurting inside
So Im surviving through the insecurity
I am surviving, I got hope inside of me
So Im smiling through all the insanity
Im surviving, surviving
I was moved by the way that you said
Dont be afraid, I wont leave you for dead
You took my soul and mixed up my head
You left me alive
You should have killed me instead
Now Im surviving, thats all I am
Im surviving to be a better man
Im surviving, thats my plan
Im surviving, surviving
Surviving
song performed by by Kinks
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Acceptance of Limitation
An intelligence defined by its commonness.
With conditioning affects,
Repeatedly unchanged...
Remains the same in its acceptance,
Of limitations confirmed and expected.
It is not reaching for heights unknown.
Or maverick voyages inspected to address.
Since little of that is nurtured or shown.
Within itself...
There is a discouragement left.
Although a willingness is welcomed,
A birth that clings onto a faith untested...
Allows a growth of hypocrisy condoned.
On foundations grown...
Initializing at its base.
This is not to be question or challenge.
Definitions have been set in place!
The realism of symbolism flourishes.
Never to be erased or end confrontations,
Taking place within.
A intelligence seeking comprehension...
Struggles with knowledge.
And attempts to avoid division.
But eventually chooses to separate in isolation.
To protect from the effective feeding of delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Immaculate Deception
In the daylight, comes darkness, on the verge of
Night a fear is born,
Sweeter than the dream, the reality of you,
Immaculate, deception.
From the spirit runs poison, and the wheel of
Fortune is ever still,
Sweeter than the light, the darkness of your soul,
Immaculate, deception.
Something has touched, the spirit inside,
Once there was love now theres a void.
Night of deception, ghost in my mind,
Am I bewitched, slave to desire.
Its knowing that time keeps rolling on, night after
Day, day after night,
Its knowing that feeling of coming home, to where
My spirit lies.
Its knowing that feeling of coming home, to where
My spirit lies.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Images
'Santa Sindone'! !
And the people worshipped images;
Of paintings, sculptures, status and materials!
Yet still, they forget to read Exodus Chapter 20.
'La Consolata'! !
And the people worshipped images everywhere;
And now they claim to have the truth!
But a day comes when they will know that they are lost.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Relying On The Holy Spirit
The Holy Spirit is enough for me, as I’ve been sealed for eternity,
Sealed, by The Spirit of Christ, with His guarantee of Eternal Life;
The Spirit, the only teacher I need, as Truth, He helps me to heed,
Guiding me through all my days, for Christ’s Glory and His Praise.
For The Spirit opened my eyes, to discern Truth from Satan’s lies,
Teaching me the Ways of God, while led by Christ’s staff and rod,
Growing in His Truth and Love, assisted by His Spirit, from above,
Teaching me God’s Truth day to day, as I travel life’s Narrow Way.
It’s the work of God’s Holy Spirit, to shed light on Truth as I hear it,
Revealing Truths, that I never heard, from God’s Holy, Living Word.
From The Truth, revealed to men, by God’s Spirit, I am Born Again,
Believing in Christ and Him alone, I became one of God’s very own.
As God’s Spirit led me to believe, The Truth of God I would receive,
Believing the Saving Truth of Christ, I received in the Spirit New Life,
And at that very time and place, my life was changed, by His Grace,
Never again would it be the same; all by the power of Christ’s Name.
It is in Christ, that I now abide, through The Spirit, Who dwells inside,
And in God’s Spirit, I fully rely, in the same power from God on high,
Sent to comfort Children of God, while they journey this earthly sod,
Who will also, soon snatch us away, to Heaven on that Glorious day.
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