Self Examination
Smothered in historic wickedness.
In regretted depths trying to forget.
Buried so deep,
To keep it left unacknowledged.
And unleashing hatred to build upon a guilt.
Devoid of sensibility.
Believing these acts will someday be erased.
Or replaced by destruction...
Inferiority felt within them creates.
And a forgiveness of emotions,
Come to them to show...
As weakness unadmitted to defend.
They must prove themselves as powerful!
By using weapons to threaten, kill, maim...
Destroy and end!
Those acts done by hardened hearts.
With a stubbornness that does not from them depart.
To eventually darken their own footsteps,
In suspicions and distrust.
Attacking their own reflections...
Which comes to visit them next!
Exterminating themselves,
Like they would insects.
Leaving them in isolation,
With mental defects!
Conflicting.
And achieving their own blend of sins.
That stings with severe pain!
To gain an enlightenment.
Slowly slowly this light sheds upon them.
Assisted by complete economic devastation.
When a self examination...
Reveals the naked truth!
And this truth that comes to them,
Will not be denied.
Since it when seen from its origin...
Can not be hidden!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Truth Is Faced
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.
Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.
'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someday
Someday we all shall me tested
As to prove the type of person we became
To see from life what we had ingested
Then to see the prize that we shall claim.
Our characteristics then will be shown
From the acts and deeds that we preformed
Then the life we lived to all will be known
As our soul and destiny will be transformed.
Someday we all shall be tempted
Either by money, sex or even fame
Those demons will not be exempted
And sadly will follow many to their grave.
Many will be allured by the situation
And many will be attracted only by lies
But then many will be led into temptation
And never will know their truth was unwise.
Someday we all shall be remembered
Of the things that we’ve said and done
As our truth to all it will be surrendered
But then as in life our past cant be redone.
Our weakness and strength will be reveled
As inside our soul to GOD and all will see
Nothing can we forget or can be concealed
But then someday, when might that time be.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Truth Can't be True Without Me or You!
I never care my salvation,
I never care for deliverance,
I need not bother discipline or mediation,
Why I am here,
I never like to think,
Someday I complete my mission,
lost and buried in history,
I am no special, not a sapient,
look just like a dropp of water,
seen in like river or like in ocean,
carried above to clouds,
Falling back as dew dropp or raindrop,
Identifying with materials,
In cycle of Recycles!
I know for sure,
I am not this, I am not that,
I am not what words can say,
Seeing me not in any world,
Only seeing world in me,
Why I need enlightenment,
As I am the light that make everything glow!
I am not the water, I am not the air,
I am not the fire,
I am not the space,
I am not the Earth, made up of minerals
Nay, origin of all, is that Truth,
And for sure that TRUTH can't be True without me or you!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Their Mindsets Have Been Fixed Upon Self Reflection
They were told.
They were WARNED!
And they,
Ignored.
But...
The hyprocrites found time to pray.
And prayed they did and some all day,
To have things 'specifically' done their way.
Believing themselves to be left in charge to command.
And across the land,
They popularized their misdeeds.
With an increasing arrogance that kept others oppressed.
Believing themselves to be blessed...
To perform acts of stubbornness,
Instead of selecting to perform acts of correctness.
They were told.
They were WARNED!
And they,
Ignored.
But...
The hyprocrites found time to pray.
And today...
They collect themselves in groups to protest.
Upset by the truth that has come their way.
And today,
Their mindsets have been fixed upon self reflection.
But not a mirror will get them to see,
An overdue need...
To self examine with an honesty they can not face.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psalm 32
Forgiveness of sins upon confession.
O Blessed souls are they
Whose sins are covered o'er!
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.
They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.
While I concealed my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
Till I confessed my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.
Let sinners learn to pray,
Let saints keep near the throne;
Our help, in times of deep distress,
Is found in God alone.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Closer Gets...
Closer gets 'their' revelation.
As a crisis escalates...
During the remaining days,
Of their limited consciousness.
With weaponed muscle flexed,
To deflect any remnants of peace left.
The violence inflicted,
Reflects an unending madness.
A sadness witnessed...
To bring a people certain regret.
And yet...
There are those believing,
They've been chosen to enforce this mentality.
Can not conceive...
Their actions bring upon them,
Much regret, pain, sorrow and sustained grief.
Deities observing,
Prepare for them defeat.
And closer gets a stopping to this!
These acts of hatred and wickedness.
By a process that awakens and shakes them all.
As the closing of two thousand and eight is celebrated.
With an opening of a gate...
That shocks their visions.
And freezes them in a state of mind replaced!
'These misdeeds implanted will stop!
Lessons left unheeded and not obeyed...
Will begin again this day with a fresh start! '
~What and 'WHO' is 'that'? ~
*I have no clue!
But I do know this...
It is far more powerful than me or you!
And I am willing to bet...
'Whatever' that is,
'IT' isn't here to be tested! *
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth will kill you (comment any suggestions please! !)
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The scars in my soul all seem too real.
The wound is jus too deep to heal.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
Ignorance is only bliss
Left in this dark, cold abyss.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The pain is too much to bare.
So deeply I long to not care.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
poem by Nikki Chauhan
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Guilt Can Never Be Left Abandoned
A feeling of guilt,
Comes to attach to a mind...
As if applied to affix with supper glue.
To disturb only the one who knows it.
No matter if the truth is told.
It is going to be there,
To eventually show...
Someone mentally troubled.
Guilt can never be left abandoned,
As easily as a lie one leaves to tell.
Or believes...
In the doing of it.
Truth on the other hand,
When it eventually appears...
Seems never to mind,
To have tolerated a wait with patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flight of the Naked Hearts
Some had been on sleeves.
For years grieving
With emotions deep.
And taken for granted...
By those who believed them weak,
And soft of spine.
They loved too much...
And too much left behind.
To be found in concern...
For someone who had not learned,
To recognize
Sincere eyes that carried love!
The flight of the naked hearts...
Chose to depart
Instead of dipping into bitterness.
And broken hearts to mend...
To heal and break again!
With arguments to defend...
Why they love!
And love like theirs will never end!
The flight of the naked hearts...
Begins!
And very few...
Who practice spewing venom,
Will come to understand.
Until an unsuspecting fang...
Appears from the mouth of a friend claimed.
Who pierces them to expose
Blood that's sucked!
A loved one they gave up,
Would never have had those thoughts to allow!
Or inflict that kind of pain!
And no unconditional love left comes...
To heal the depth of the drip dropp blood letting,
Felt in this sorrow!
Is left to regain!
All tomorrows...
And the comfort known
From yesterday has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Field Of Joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i touch the leaves that touch the sky
just you and i through fields of joy
all trouble slowly fades away
slowly slowly fades away
i hold your hand inside my hand
across the land through fields of joy
the sound of music that we hear
the blend of colors throug the air
all cities, mountains disappear from view
all truth and beauty near to me and you
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
the fields of joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i know our love will never die
just you and i
through fields of joy
through fields of joy
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Malicious acts are performed by people for personal gain … Sorcerers, though, have an ulterior purpose for their acts, which has nothing to do with personal gain. The fact that they enjoy their acts does not count as gain. Rather, it is a condition of their character. The average man acts only if there is a chance for profit. Warriors say they act not for profit but for the spirit.
quote by Carlos Castaneda
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Style of Delivery
Attacking one's style of delivery,
And refusing to acknowledge the substance implied...
For purposes to keep mentalities sugarized.
Allows an atmosphere to remain cut pasted and safe.
To continue a pledge of devotion,
Increasingly devoid of progress.
And of faith!
While keeping the people fast asleep.
With wishes not to be disturbed...
By a blatant theft of their consciousness,
From them pilfered by deception reeked!
To leave them undeterred.
And...
With minds voluntarily sold that truth produces,
An evilness identified that should not be induced.
But the goal that should be idolized,
Is the gold that should stay fixed...
In their clouded and dulled eyes.
And from them a significance,
Of life lived must be erased.
To adjust as their standards,
And way of life slowly is replaced.
With a drugging of acceptance,
Done!
In their collective distraught faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victim to persecution
Then you talk a little more about your dreams,
How it involves your thought of rings,
a little more about your needs,
for i bit my tounge,
just for a feed,
for you drag me in the street,
ask me to forgive your mistakes,
put me in misery from your plea,
as i buckle from my knees,
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
It's perjury on your arm,
that was put there by your soul,
your feeling sorry, for not achieving your goals,
tacking in your argument,
as you stated with your thought,
you bring me down,
and destroy my heart,
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
Asking which way is out,
Asking which was not as hard,
Misdirected in your final mount,
as you shout,
cry your lungs out to stay afloat,
yet push me under,
strain to be felt,
pushing me down, holding my throat,
I started to feel the black,
and evil you call your safety boat,
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
toss in the rope, pull it tight,
you might be something,
but what was it like?
examining it close,
you cross your path,
just get it right,
asking for the sight,
to see your destination,
falling victim,
to persecution,
put on a trial,
to discover if your human,
for your life,
failing to corruption,
of your mind,
sorry about how you felt,
but do you know yourself?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes,
but what was it like?
It's slowly you drain my life,
It's slowly your evil consumes! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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To Each His Own
The honest man will walk with a crowd
Where a guilty man he will walk alone
He walks in pity and he is never proud
But then as they say, to each their own.
They know the deeds that they have committed
And their ways and actions they have been sewn
Now their clothes of manhood have been fitted
And as they say, to each their very own.
A sinners way a christian will never accept
Where as sinners their ways they will condone
No evils or sins will they ever reject
But then as they say, to each their own.
They both have walked the very same path
And followed the wind from where it had blown
They were presented with the very same math
But then as they say, to each their very own.
Some persons seek truth and the answers
Where as some never want the truth ever known
So they dance around the truth like tiny dancers
But then as they say, to each their own.
They both have eyes and they have see it all
They know that truth someday it will be grown
It cannot be buried or hidden behind any wall
But then as they say, to each their very own.
Some people believe in what they do not see
While others wont believe unless they are shown
They must touch it or hold it before they believe
But then as they say, to each their own.
Though soon words will set all man free
And then from his sins alone man he must atone
But then some will ignore that final decree
But then as they say, to each their very own.
Man build houses out of metal and wood
While other men will build out of rocks and stone
They both give the protection as they should
But then as they say, to each their own.
From mans house he will be judged by his deed
And GOD will listen to him rejoice or his moan
GOD will save the flower by destroying the weed
But then as they say, to each their very own.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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That Pain Remains the Doer's Own
That time to apologize,
For what has been done...
Has passed.
Acts of forgiveness and regret...
Are admirable.
But what truthfully can be accomplished now?
Those wounds inflicted have healed.
The anguish of betrayal has diminished
From its initial intent.
A mindset once narrow has broaden.
And the expression of fresh empathies...
Are as meaningless,
As the desire of one who is haunted by a guilt,
That another does not live with!
Especially since the one who currently suffers...
Will do it much longer,
Than the one who was meant to feel undue sorrow.
And a pain...
Each hour of each day of those yesterdays,
Have taken away!
That time to apologize,
For what has been done...
Has passed.
Acts of forgiveness and regret...
Are admirable.
But those confessions 'today'
Fall on deaf ears!
That person who needed to hear
What is being expressed now...
Does not sit where those 'proclamations'
Will lift a remorse now felt by the doer!
That pain remains the doer's own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Is Making Its Presence Felt
Truth is making its presence felt.
And there are so many,
Who have never dealt with it before.
Believing it to be destructible.
Like a steel fence built.
Or a wall to dvide,
Contructed of concrete.
Truth is as powerful as the air supplied,
One needs to breathe.
And born to ignore it...
Does not ceases its existence!
Truth is making its presence felt.
Much like Mother Nature has...
To those who have a concept,
That the Earth upon all leech...
Is not a living, thinking being.
And how this goes misunderstood...
Is beginning to awaken those asleep!
Truth...
Is making its presence felt.
And an acceptance of it,
Has not been left to debate...
For other choices to make.
Whether the message or the messenger,
Is disliked...
Will not soften the bite of truth.
Be prepared to swallow it!
Or be eatened up and gobbled!
Truth...
Not more variety of delusions,
Is making its presence felt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinners Be
The moon so immense the light it shows
has so much things we'd never know
sometimes it hides beyond our mountains
then slowly it starts to darken
oh sky so dark i can not see
please hide away cruel sins from me
for they all judge and never know
and flee from thee to be alone
The sea so sparkled in the moonlight
had held it's own uncanny freight
foreshadowing it's own truth within my sight
has lost it's lies with the sun so bright
oh sea please take from me
the curse of a sinners be
let the sun in sinners sight renew it's shine
and let innocence be mine
for they all judge and never know
how it feels to be alone
My sins they bother me that i can't sleep
they bother me so i can weep
so my laughter may never show
and i would be left alone
so take from me a sinners feel
to revert the angel fading still
so my innocence would be instill
but a sinner i am until
poem by Janice Etienne
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To Believe A Lie
To tell a lie is a sin to us all
Is that so hard to understand,
But to believe that lie, it is a sin to GOD,
And for that you surely will be damned.
You will be cursed, upon this earth
For believing that or any untruth
And spreading that lie, which GOD would deny
Would be placing good food, with rotten fruit.
To believe a lie, I would just pity you
When you know that the truth is out there
But it is path you chose, on a saddened road
So I pity you, with a thought and a prayer.
When you tell one lie, from deep inside
Your soul it will rot and it will rebel
But when you believe that lie, and never ask why
You will be taking a second step closer into hell.
To tell a lie is an evil in its deed
But to believe it, it is that much worst
Your spreading the lying as you soul is dying
And upon you will placed a terrible curse.
To believe a lie and spread it as truth
Is to cause suffering and unwanted pain
You wont be worthy to live with GODs glory
And GOD will not know you by your name.
To tell a lie, it is a forgivable sin
We have read or heard that once before
But to believe a lie and spread it has truth
You will be knocking upon Hells door.
The sins that we commit or the evils we do
Can all be erased with the wave of a hand
GOD forgives all for the sins that we commit
But to spread a lie, you certainly will be damned.
When you come forward on our judgment day
And in front of GOD you and your sins will stand
Will you be forgiven for the sins, that's deep within
But to believe a lie you certainly will be damned.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Love with Peace
I tried to hold it anyway
It failed and came out anyway
Now was another desparate try
As if everything was denied even to ask why
What strength it has to drive?
Push to brink or will power to survive?
Amidst all challenges on the way
The gloom and failure is driven away
Yes, that is hidden strength
A powerful inspiration to have one length
A wish to remain together
Till the end even if divided further
What even if poverty mars the living!
What grave error even if that means believing!
The stars and sky never desert
Tied together as an symbol of love art
Wars may be avoided under its shield
Nights may look beautiful if seen from open field
Love has fortune and pain as well
Not a word can be substituted to tell
Heart may try to yell
Nothing may go well
Pen may be dried to spell
Oh yes! Eyes may try to dwell
Have you ever heard night insects singing?
Total new lease of life when dark is descending
Heart felt unhappiness heard in painful cry
When all thoughts halt for a while and refuse to fly
I said it to all not to disregard
Love is weapon to look forward
With all inside aspirations coming to light
Making human beings to heave a sigh of relief
No pain, no hatred and only love with peace
Life to be spent with complete joy and at ease
What else for I am on this beautiful earth?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sorrow Sins &Love
Stories that never been told.Bitter feelings never been express.Security that never was secure.Confussion and Knowledge not to be told. Emotions cut short, lives that can't be restored Sorrow Sins&Love
A son who looks like his father A daughter who's sed and a mothers sins.The past is to deep as if it eas throwning water.A soldier who is loyal to defend the one thing he loves.Sorrow Sins &Love
Addiction more powerful then drugs love that never been found, wounds that can't heal.A bowl that can't be filled. Sorrow Sins & Love.
Math problems never to solved forgiveness as black as this ink im writting with.Unexplained theories and music without sound. How we express our misfortunes. How can we subside our doubt.
Sins only the devil can understand Sorrow in which jesus weep love knowing one day it would be ecknowledge.
These indregients can't bake a cake but know how will determinate the comfortablity.Those who know the story hold the truth.Look towarf the future to find a better you.Sorrow brings happiness Sins you can repent and Love cover all things.
poem by Lucinda Bryson
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