Remember The Messengers
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
A losing of material things,
Can be quite upsetting
When an obsession to obtain 'things',
Gets in the way of what living life means.
And that is the greatest asset
Life!
One has been given.
And many question their deserving of it.
By a showing of selfishness that has created conflict.
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
~When a dooming of others is done to be welcomed...
A dooming is done to those doing their doom!
What goes around comes around.
Sometimes unregocnized.
But a doing gets done to do! ~
A sudden severing from what one possesses,
Should prove to one 'then'...
There is no control,
By those who worship and hold onto things.
With a squeezing to keep,
Tightly held in shaking hands.
When a strong wind blows and lightening strikes,
People run for cover.
With no ammunition to fight against this!
When a strong wind blows and lightening strikes,
People run for cover and discover...
Something far greater is in the midst and mixed,
To blend those divisions or get rid of all of it!
And yet there are many who perceive,
Themselves to be greater than The Almighty.
Or 'That' which is in true control.
And knows our every move made
Whether young or old,
It knows.
We are the 'creations' NOT 'thee' Creator.
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
And every one of them can be observed.
Even though there will be those who make claims,
They maintain their faith and remain religiously connected.
But the losing of 'things' leaves nothing left for them to impress.
And this traumatic occurrence,
Becomes difficult to comprehend.
A world they ensured stayed isolated
Suddenly around them begins to cave in!
Especially for those who believe themselves to be chosen.
With a wondering 'why' a devastation has come to visit with them.
'I've lost 'EVERYTHING'!
Why weren't we warned about these pending tragedies? '
~Remember the messengers with those messages delivered?
And you believed them to be at your disposal,
For purposes to personally entertain.
How vain.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Has Been Their Lives
Choosing to accept things as they are in isolation...
Enhances one's desperation,
To separate in misunderstanding.
When things 'controlled' get out of hand.
It becomes difficult for them to comprehend,
Others more powerful,
Have use misguided power over them.
Choosing to be set in ways,
With lessons taught as lessons to stay.
This stubbornness unresisted decays.
And those who insist,
This self centeredness should persist.
Will discover themselves living deeper in conflict.
As truth and its reality continues to drift away.
Leaving those with values of fading substance...
To become left in darkness.
And feeling much betrayed.
As light shows deceptions they embraced.
More and more they fear!
With no escaping from it near.
Since this has been their lives endeared!
And these standards now fast erasing...
They have kept in place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Loose Needs Tightening
Either way one looks at it,
An implemention of chaos and disaster...
Warned about upon its initiation,
And by an ego ignored...
Could have been avoided.
But it wasn't.
And now those disappointed by the outcome,
Of their inabilities to listen and learn...
Are getting their lessons taught.
But still they do not comprehend,
Those observing them...
Have already determined,
Something loose needs tightening in their heads.
They perceive the world to be round,
And theirs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Has Been Taught
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others.
Or be heard routinely expressed.
A true placement of values,
Has been obsessed.
And obvious it is...
Needing not to be excused or confessed.
Since if it was not wished it would not exist.
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others or be expressed.
It is what it is as has been taught,
To teach and be believed to label as is revealed.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught...
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept,
These things we see to leave as is believed...
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith the Facts
Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.
What you were taught to be the truth
is very often far from true.
Lessons taught you in your youth
by those you thought knew more than you.
As you mature you learn to see.
They taught you their own biased view
Which you examine critically
And then discard most as untrue.
Your old beliefs grow obsolete.
Examine all the evidence
New facts emerge though incomplete,
you then accept what makes most sense.
What you were taught no longer true.
You can’t rely on faith alone.
Although the clergy urge you to
Because too much remains unknown
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Our Stubborn Definitions Kept
Most of us were taught to keep sustained,
Only one interest.
And that would be kept in ourselves.
We were taught to look at others,
As charity cases, subservient and weak.
And delighted to defeat them as seen on TV.
Or with games to highlight our 'worldly' aggressions.
With obsessions to dominate.
We were taught to believe,
We were entitled to take anything we touched.
With a declaring of it ours immediately.
No matter whose hands grasped it first.
Or feet stood upon it since time began.
No matter what 'it' was we wanted...
It was ours with a declaring of a victory.
We were taught to perceive ourselves,
As the greatest things on Earth...
God has ever made from birth.
With a feeding on images to thirst this.
We isolated ourselves from those,
Who did not accept our ways!
And today we can not accept 'ourselves'...
Being without.
And we demand that others pay...
For the greeding of our selfishness,
To maintain our perceptions,
Within us nurtured to stay.
And those who have known us to be,
Highly motivated by our creative thoughts...
Are wishing us the best,
With a battle with truth now on our doorsteps.
And in a foolishness keeps us in this struggle fought.
And most of us protest this 'invader'...
That has come to test,
Our stubborn definitions kept with such conviction.
No matter what it takes...
We honor those who give away their lives,
In a public display to say they are out heroes.
But those in the know pray for their souls.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last I've Cheched It Was Mine
i look back
who life is it?
you tell me things
but, do i have a say?
i don't get a word in
do you care how i feel?
lost and confuse
over the things you do.
i'm getting there.
i wish i can say the same about you,
i changed in ways,
i can't explain,
but, you remain the same.
never could accept what people had to say.
because you don't believe it true.
why you telling me,
all of these things?
don't i have a life?
last i've cheched i did.
but, you can't control yours,
must you control mine?
you put me down just to feel good,
is that what you want?
because i'm sick of you.
just let me be me,
because you not helping me!
Copyright © 2009
3-18-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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In my other life ~ ~ ~ Song Lyric's
In my other life, I marched troops in formations
I manned the gun and turned them into men
In my other life, I had so many wayward women
They broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I consumed minds recreations
I made peace with myself, these insecurities, could not stand
In my other life, I lived with incarcerations
They broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I worked hard to make a living
I gave up my recklessness, and vowed never, to give in
In my other life, I was married and had children
There broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I was drawn to the Truth and His resurrection
I confessed my sins, by faith believed and made Him, my Lord
In my other life, I learned to die to self and surrender
Conviction broke me down; the Blood made me, what I am
He showed me a narrow road men seldom travel
He gave me grace to change, in the Sweet, by and by
That losing could mean your really winning
He showed me His love, the price He paid, the reason why
He showed me His love, the price He paid, the reason why
Words & Music by Gene Gamble/Two-G’s Music © 1995
poem by Gene Gamble
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Life goes through changes so fast, you think your life is great, than one of your best friends dies. Then you think you found someone you truly love, only to figure out, she doesn't love you back. You cry and cry and cry, but nothing changes. You realize, that you must accept things for what they are, and what they have made you become.Everything in life changes you in some way. Even the smallest things. If you do not accept these changes, you do not accept yourself. For through these changes brings new and greater things to you, making you wiser, as time progresses. To avoid these changes is a loss. You only live your life once. Do not waste a minute of it avoiding things. Let them come to you, and learn from them. There's always tomorrow.
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Acceptible Excuse
Inconvenienced is a life lived,
When it presents obstacles for some.
Others living to impress...
With things they possess.
Discover they have become stunned...
When reality pays a visit,
And a quality of life taken for granted...
Is for them undone.
Some have killed whole families.
To sob how they have lost their jobs.
Believing this is an acceptible excuse...
To shorten the lives of innocent children.
Wives and friends...
And others who are not involved.
Some live to flaunt their material gains.
And when these 'things' are stripped from them...
A selfishness takes over their minds.
Like a child going through a tantrum.
And if 'these' people don't get their needs met,
Right away...
Like beasts they slay their prey unconcerned!
Since they have been taught...
Their needs are the only ones,
That
Should
Be
Pleased!
And if not...
Destroy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Mine (Demo)
I've got blood on my hands from this little timid life
It's just like a man, to trust me with all his might
I've got mud on my feet, when I kicked you back 3 wks.
If I promised to keep my mouth shut, can I sit her while you speak
Finally mine, your finally all mine
Finally mine, your finally all mine
Where did it get me, all mine
What did it teach me, all mine
Somebody stop me, I'm losing control again
I've got honor to earn
But I guess I lost my turn
When will I learn, to treat you with concern
Finally mine, your finally all mine
Finally mine, your finally all mine
Where did it get me, all mine
Look what it taught me, all mine
Somebody stop me, I'm losing control
Where did it get me, all mine
Look what it taught me, all mine
Somebody stop me, I'm losing control
All mine
Where did it get me, all mine
Look what it taught me, all mine
Somebody stop me, I'm losing control
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Enclosed Within
So out of touch and numbed by bling,
Are those attached...
To images, symbols and material things.
And,
On the other side of a widening mind divide.
Sliding under what is believed,
Protective cloud cover.
It is as if exits have been closed.
And those who have escaped towards the light...
Can see clearly,
Without assistance or direction needed.
While those closed within,
Can not detect their points of view...
Continuing to dim.
There are too many of them,
Dancing in neglect and sweating expectedly...
In the corners of chosen dark shadows.
And they remain...
So out of touch.
And decisively free,
From reality.
A choice many sought successfully to seek.
With a love for scriptured darkness bought.
And preached with a delivery to suit acquired tastes.
So out of touch,
And numbed by bling.
Sliding,
Without denial...
Under what is believed,
Protective cloud cover.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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About Survival And Life
There are so many things I have learned,
About survival and life and healing from pain.
I've learned that those who ignore,
Others doing their best to painfully survive...
Will eventually learn a few lessons themselves.
And for some who shun others as an expectation,
Especially those...
Unaccustomed to being shunned themselves,
The pain to them that comes will be incredible.
Although...
An adjustment aided by one's hindsight often helps.
Allowing lessons as lessons are to be taught and learned,
No matter how difficult the acceptance is....
To provide just the right amount of significant influence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Losing things.
I`ve been losing things,
All my life.
Cameras, people, towels, phones
Lovers, friends.
I am always anxious
For the postman to call.
Losing things.
Waiting for a mirror to fall.
Too suspicious to walk
Under the ladder of it all.
Losing things.
Yet can`t grasp it all.
Losing things.
Objects, losing things.
I`ve been losing touch.
Finding so much
In everything.
Losing things.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Lessons Of Love
(s. garrett/g. ballard)
See the children play
Listen to the things they say
One-on-one to one another
Theyre just having fun
Finding out it can be done
They dont seperate by cover
Ooh, young hearts
Facing to feel it so naturally
And the flower grows from the seed and
Chorus:
Practice makes perfect and we tryin enough
And were bound to be learning
The lessons of love
Coz were never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other the lessons of love
Got some work to do
Theres so much we can improve
Piece by piece we come together, yeah
In the neighborhood
I know we can make it good
But weve got to make it better
Oh woh oh, inside each of us has a romelody
But weve got to find our harmony
Practice makes perfect and we tryin rnough
And weve got to remember
The lessons of love
Coz were never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other the lessons of love
Bridge:
Imagine how this world could be
If all of us would live in peace
Nothing good comes easily
Together starts with you and me
Yeah, oh yeah, aha
Lessons of love
Practice makes perfect and we tryin enough
And were bound to be learning
The lessons of love
Coz were never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other
Practice makes perfect and we tryin enough
And weve got to remember
The lessons of love
Coz were never too old and never too young
To be teaching each other the lessons of love
Practice makes perfect, try it enough
(oh, never too young, aha)
And weve got to be learning
The lessons of love (lessons of love)
And were never too old and never too young
(to learn the lessons of love)
To be teaching each other
The lessons of love
Oh, never too old, to learn the lessons of love
Oh yeah, lessons of love
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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_-Failing...Is Losing-_
Staying down is failing,
Failing is losing
Losing is a part of life…
But if there’s nothing else there
And you’re forced into despair
Why even try
When in the end we all die?
Why try to prove people wrong
When you know that there right,
Why try to stay in the battle
When you know you’ll lose the fight?
Why try to make a difference
Why even care,
When you’re left with only failure
And the sent of despair.
poem by No Reason To Care
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Everything in life changes you in some way. Even the smallest things. If you do not accept these changes you do not accept yourself. For through these changes brings new and greater things to you, making you wiser, as time progresses. To avoid these changes is a loss. You only live your life once. Do not waste a minute of it avoiding things. Let them come to you, and learn from them. There is always tomorrow.
quote by Adam R. Gwizdala
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Remaining Meek And Weak
Those with kept mental issues unfaced.
And taught by lessons they follow,
That a keeping to stay in their place...
Is a sign of divine humility that proves them loyal,
Demonstrates their faith as a devoted belief...
That stays to keep them remaining meek and weak.
Are left behind in a darkness to embrace delusions.
And will never perceive themselves as tools used,
To produce other fools who believe there is honor...
In expressing an accepted suppression enforced,
And without divorcing is shared to be worshipped.
Those with kept mental issues unfaced.
And taught by lessons they follow to obey,
That a keeping to stay in their place...
Is a sign of divine humility that proves them loyal,
Demonstrates their faith as a devoted belief...
Can be observed any day of the week,
Feeding upon insecurities and ignorance...
For the rest of their lives and not hiding the effects,
Of their self hatred that is impressed...
Upon a distressed environment that reflects acceptance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Memories of My Dad
He wasn't a hero
Known by the world
But a hero he was
To his little girl.
My daddy was God
Who knew all things
And better than Santa
With the gifts he'd bring.
I knew his voice
Before I could speak
And loved it when
He would sing me to sleep.
He changed my diapers
And sat up all night
When my body was weak
And I'd put up a fight.
He'd come home late
With not much to say
And made us all kneel
As he taught us to pray.
He taught us life's lessons
Of right from wrong
And instilled in us values
That we might be strong.
And so through the years
Like a hero he stood
Working to give
All that he could
His presence was important
And we loved to see him smile
For no one in the world
Could emulate his style.
And so dear Dad
My best memory to recall
Is the gift of your presence
The greatest gift of all.
poem by Ranae Roberts
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Faster and Faster
Faster and faster the whole world appears to be going
and all that we make and do this indication is showing.
Take for example our modes of transport and communication
the emphasis is on greater speed being the general observation.
Where will it all end? is a question some people often ask
and will the end justify the means to accomplish the task?
To get the most things done possible in the minimum time
trying not to forsake good quality which would be a crime.
Faster and faster the whole world appears to be going
and mankind is the instigator of this situation growing.
And how long will all the available natural resources last?
as we use them all up to produce many things so very fast.
Care for the environment is an issue that is of some concern
but how much damage will be done to it before we all learn?
Recycling of re-usable material has quickly gained an acceptable hold
and methods of waste management or disposal have become quite bold.
Faster and faster the whole world appears to be going
and costs involved have out of proportion been blowing.
Although there has been a tendency lately to reduce and minimize the price
as long as making things faster, keeping up with the demand is profitably nice.
‘Time is money’ and the longer something takes to make the greater its cost
with advancements in technology quality over quantity isn’t seen to be lost.
Affordable and appealing to the average buyer is what the market demands
as people go around looking at all the items displayed in shop floor stands.
Faster and faster the whole world appears to be going
and in that direction which hardly anyone is knowing.
Apart from all the reasonable educated theories and speculation
much is left to be desired that requires our utmost consideration.
To find oneself being left behind isn’t what anyone wants to face
thus the effort to move along with the rest in this human rat race.
We all have our individual pride and self esteem to maintain in shape
and going faster and faster toward our destination there is no escape.
Faster and faster we are making this world of ours to go
reflecting the condition of our minds we ought to know.
A person whose mind is working too fast becomes as one mad
can’t we imagine what would happen if everyone gets this bad?
We really need to slow down a bit and take stock of where we find ourselves now
‘cause otherwise the situation might get out of control and force all of us somehow
to have many bitter regrets over what could have been avoided if we had only surely known
as there’s enough evidence from the past to suggest a warning before disaster we’re thrown.
Faster and faster we do appear to be going forward by an invincible spirit of speed
and I wonder about man’s inborn tendency to go beyond limitations and his greed.
Those with some degree of optimism say there’s really nothing to worry about at all
and maintain that sooner or later we’ll reach a stage from which it’s impossible to fall!
I consider myself optimistic but what is seen going on in the world makes me depressed
and the thought of expressing my feelings like this here means that I’m sorely distressed.
If it’s only a case of whatever’s seen out there being a reflection of our inner mental state
then we all need to realistically change our attitudes before it becomes practically too late.
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poem by George Krokos
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