Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Each Have Gifts To Us Given
We each have gifts to us given.
God condones alone,
And blesses us with.
They can be shared,
But not transferred...
As if to bargain.
For something else preferred.
Some choose to dismiss those gifts,
For a seeking to find,
Something of value to define.
But everyone is blessed,
With a treasure chest.
And uncovering that to discover,
Is in one's frame of mind.
To eventually appreciate!
And for many this might take time.
With an unwinding that takes patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose to Bask In Sun
Got up this morning!
Feeling blessed,
And deciding what mood to address...
I would choose,
To be in!
After thanking God,
For opening up my eyes...
I went through an array of choices.
Hoping I would find no opportunities,
To raise my voice.
Let's see?
I did the cussing thing,
This past Tuesday.
Practicing choice cuss words...
Purely for experimentation reasons.
And keeping my lips in shape.
No respect is given,
Unless it is made clear...
Some professionalism is involved.
Folks love to test,
Those appearing calm and rested.
Then came Wednesday.
I guess I was still under Tuesday's aura!
Someone got me so pissed...
I took advantage of it.
And decided to chit and chat,
Until that heated into a nasty spat.
Yes,
I did dump some crap.
It was dumped and I was done with that.
That same evening...
I felt remorseful for the choice I chose to have done.
And that night,
I could not sleep.
Even the sheets on my bed annoyed me.
Instead of chilling out and drinking tea.
But even then,
In the wee hours rushing to get to dawn,
A cup of tea makes me pee.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday...
I'm determined to barracade myself
Surrounded by nothing but joy!
I choose this choice I inflict with bliss.
That left Sunday to explore and reflect.
And reject any negativity.
That kind of stress prolongs,
And drains.
How can a sanity be maintained with that?
And every Monday...
I choose to bask in Sun.
I choose to forgive and forget,
Those things done.
By me or anyone else.
Realizing there is nothing else I can do.
Not to lift anyone out of a boo hoo...
Someone else did,
To open another's eyelids to have the tears gush.
Those memorial weeps,
I am learning to sweep away.
Got up this morning!
Feeling blessed,
And deciding what mood to address...
I would choose,
To be in!
After thanking God,
For opening up my eyes...
I went through an array of choices,
This morning.
Hoping I would find no opportunities,
To raise my voice.
And I strengthen each day to make that choice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Choice Is to Make History
I'm one to adventure life.
Accepting it as a process.
I feel blessed to be granted it to bloom, flourish and grow.
Seeking purpose.
And when that purpose is fulfilled,
It then is time to move on!
Like each season that acknowledges the next.
Never to overstay a visit!
I too have those same wishes.
To remain unchallenged,
I know is not my mission.
And as long as I am blessed with my life,
I will seek the unknown.
To uncover it.
To leave behind for someone to discover I existed.
My choice is to make history.
Not relive it!
At times it can become uncomfortable.
But no learning I've ever achieved,
Came easy.
Or resulted from a path cleared of obstacles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Know Bliss Like This
Yesterday,
Held for me bliss.
I could not resist it.
The bliss that came to visit.
And today it continues...
Within me to sit!
I can not promise,
What tomorrow for me brings.
I'll just remember bliss,
For what bliss to me is!
Wanting to keep it.
As it made me sing!
Knowing it at all...
Makes me feel blessed,
To have experienced bliss.
Feeling it soar within me to exist!
And to know bliss like this within me lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Blessed Am I
How blessed am I for being born
Of parents good and God-fearing!
How blessed am I for siblings nine
Who made my childhood truly great!
How blessed am I for being made
Handsome and healthy, fair and hale!
How blessed am I for gaining ken
And virtues, wisdom, fortitude!
How blessed am I for being reared
So well by parents dutiful!
How blessed am I for achievements
Quite praiseworthy in life on earth!
How blessed am I for having fared
So well in life in every field!
How blessed am I for talents, gifts
That most men cannot dream to have!
How blessed am I for miracles
That gave my life a newer lease!
How blessed am I for finding time
To thank and praise the Almighty!
How blessed am I for grace of God
That goads me on in heaven’s road!
How blessed am I for everything
God gave me amply in His time!
How blessed am I for love of God
That chose me to be Christian!
How blessed am I for hope and faith
That help me follow Jesus’ steps!
How blessed am I for poesy
That made my life stress-free, worthwhile!
How blessed am I for God’s with me
And I’m with Him in earthly life!
poem by John Celes
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To Continue With Such Senselessness
You will not destroy this creation made.
Although you will try with your divisiveness...
To continue with such senselessness.
With proof your hatred,
Can and will be soon dismissed!
You may attempt to succeed,
By stirring up worldly conflicts.
But your destruction of this planet,
Will no longer be allowed to exist.
A higher intelligence comes to dispense,
A knowledge it inflicts...
To put an end to the wickedness.
And those unconvinced...
Will find the evidence,
In ways they'll discover...
A superior consciousness,
Comes to leave them all defenseless!
And it is clear,
These 'beings' are already here...
Witnessing the foolishness,
To end it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Has Got To Be for The Love!
Do they wish to impress?
Or do they live just to do it,
As part of a 'self' consciousness.
Conscious their gifts exist.
And it is not with impressions,
Expressed with a witnessed unlimited giving.
It is who they are.
And that is done at their best.
To simply impress comes as no effort.
To those who are blessed...
To progress through stress.
And produce the unexpected.
Without getting needed rest.
And this...
Has got to be for the love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Multiple Choice
If people say they are willing,
To speak to those prepared to listen...
Why do they make it difficult,
For the ones who have made it clear...
They are there and available,
To give them undivided attention.
Whose ears are they seeking to select from to hear?
And what is it do they wish to say,
To anyone familiar with truth?
Is it more time they need to recreate what is real,
With hopes to appeal...
To those wishing to pass a multiple choice test?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Creator Is My Manager
I admit...
There are gifts and talents,
I was born with.
I never had desires to 'be'.
I just 'was'.
And took what I had for granted.
At one time I really did this.
I've been asked where I've studied.
And who has mentored me.
My response has always been The Creator.
To which then I get looks of disbelief.
And as I age and 'try' to mellow,
Others suggest I could be rich...
If I did 'this' and 'that' with my talents and gifts.
But things and bling and money it seems...
Has never attracted my consciousness.
If this happens to come to me as my Creator's wish,
Then by all means...
Those things will come to pay me a visit.
But thankful I am and tremendously blessed.
My Creator is my manager.
And I know what for me is best.
Perhaps my Creator,
Believes what I've been given is priceless.
And I have been nourishing myself,
With the feeding on delusions.
Whatever my Creator proposes,
Is the path I follow not to oppose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Found Odd, Trifling and Out of Place
Stay perplexed and fixed,
To the politics you chose to pick.
Examine those policies,
You selected as priorities...
To be of interest by those elected.
And while you are doing that...
Remember when you dismissed others,
As insignificant voices to forget.
I've done it...
Remembered.
With a healing done I do not regret.
That's why my choice is not to be stunned.
I'm sure I had not been the only one,
Kicked to the curb by you and those...
With noses upturned,
And feeling the more deserving.
You pursued degrees...
You 'still' are billed to pay.
And your tunneled vision,
Has been blocked along the way.
Now I am approached by you,
And others too.
To unite and serve...
To assist in your desperation,
To save what you were told then...
Not to take for granted!
And...
One day from your 'perch'...
You will be unnerved.
And from within you,
A reality will be purged.
Has that happened?
However...
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Made no sense.
You were convinced,
My actions and those of others then...
Was a waste of time uselessly spent.
And today your frantic actions,
Have been isolated and distanced.
No one is seeking,
To protect your standards valued.
No one is seeking,
To uphold your exposed decadence.
You've made that and yourself too exclusive.
And did not include the needs of those who bled.
Or anyone you were instructed to bleed to death.
With a choice that led you to flee, instead.
And as you fled,
So did we.
Not to scatter like you.
But to find a peace of mind we keep.
With a doing done not to undo.
Today you say we need to call on God.
Those I know,
Have been and remain in daily conference.
You are the ones who are now found 'odd'.
Trifling and out of place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blessed Cats and Dogs
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.
Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.
Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.
We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Aurobindo-2
Guru,
From the depth of self-consciousness
In the bliss of supramental consciousness
Impactful Thine preaching words ring
Ringing into being inner effectual
Effectively bewaring to be aware divinized
Dwindling are those weak enigmatic knots
Unkempt sentience is now kempt and clean
Vacant void and vacant vault filled up
Copious divine force imbibed inly in wakeful
All in chained bliss of a bliss wholesome
Emerges a transformed human-nascence higher
Psychic to spiritual to supramental path...
Isn't that Thee vision, a life divine on earth..
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Blessed With This Gift
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
With a feeling that expresses a gratefulness,
To experience this gift.
They will see opportunity.
And know to them it has already been given.
If one makes a decision,
Life is to be lived and not taken for granted...
Blessings given will be shared,
If they awaken with thoughts...
To be to others more caring!
If...
And that's not a big 'if' to ponder.
Not to awaken thinking of possibilities!
Or what this day given brings.
If...
One makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
One just has to start,
Realizing each day when they awaken...
They have already been blessed with a gift!
If...
For them that is a decision made,
To see a life that has been given that way...
Fortunes are at their fingertips.
With a pricelessness that enriches.
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
And feeling blessed with this gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
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The Probe of Ripping Critics
Block me from your view,
From your sight if you have to!
Will I still exist...
To express myself like this?
I didn't wait for you to discover,
Where I find 'myself' coming from.
In fact,
You are now where I've been...
At a beginning,
A place I have worked hard to ascend.
And what I do has always been exposed,
Right in front of you...
And those with a gossiping nose!
And blocking 'this' part of what I do,
To get me away from you...
Doesn't change 'me' at all.
Since I've been blessed and gifted...
Whether or not you were here,
Or even if 'you' existed!
I'm not waiting for you to approve of me,
Like others that you have 'done' and 'do'.
I am here being the 'me' I am!
And you are a fool,
If you think my purpose...
Is to focus my time wasted here,
Just on you!
And let me say this,
Before you begin to 'trip'...
I've been blessed to be given,
Many other 'gifts'!
Some of which have withstood the blows,
Of bored yawning audiences...
And the probe of ripping critics!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Bit of Terrificness
A little bit of terrificness...
Came to sit,
In my mind.
Then familiar with drifting...
With a feeling I could not resist!
Coming as it did within me,
To exist.
And helped me rid myself,
Of comfortable useless habits.
Denied but often hidden and felt!
And with this,
My mind has been lifted.
To define the time used now spent...
In a joy found,
That stays and hangs around!
Unconfined from having thoughts
Of seeking addicted stale deceptions brought!
And placed on my path...
From a past unconsciousnessly I sought!
With a little bit of terrificness,
Coming to visit with gifts to assist...
A further uplifting of my sustained happiness!
I have quit attractions 'misfits' teased and picked.
And it feels good from them to split.
Each day I anticipate,
Awaiting to be dazzled!
No longer dazed and frazzled...
With this 'terrificness'
That suits me well!
And propels me to heights that fit!
'Glory be to The Father...
And to the Sun! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Hopeful Wish They Remain Focused
So many are born and blessed with unique gifts.
And those blessed to play hide and seek...
Should not be deprived of imposing this talent.
Especially upon those,
Who express to them such sincere gratitude.
And praying they stay encouraged,
In such unmistakable absence.
With a support given,
To whatever it is they do in pursuit.
With a hopeful wish they remain focused.
And determined to keep seeking,
The hiding that is sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until This Adventure Ends
I have no purpose meant,
To identify and acknowledge...
That which does exist.
With a repeatedness...
That collects dust and sits!
As if I am assigned,
To show others...
How to stunt and rust their minds!
I am only obligated to be aware,
And expand my consciousness.
With an acceptance of a process...
Some who do this,
Have labelled as growth!
With a daring to live life...
And to share the findings that are there.
Until this adventure ends.
Those accustomed to the taste of stale bread...
Seem to always find the time to comment on it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Do Not Like The Company.
You have choices, yes or no.
Choose the company or let them go.
But be aware of what they mean for you,
They play out your inner feelings, you are part of their zoo.
If you find out what goes on in their mind,
You can find it in yourself that you are similar kind.
However, you have the choice to accept & play the game,
Or stop that in yourself and they'll disappear without blame.
But, if you try to ignore them, or avoid their company,
Next time you meet a worse trade jeopardy.
They can be tied to you, who cannot be shaken,
They stay with you until your lesson taken.
So, welcome everybody who comes into your realm,
Be kind to them, listen, decide what you choose & stay calm.
Definitely tell them clearly your feelings about that,
Be polite, tell your truth, but be a diplomat.
Hurting others mean hurting yourself,
Hating others mean you hate yourself,
However, being kind & loving means you should know what,
You are the child of the Universe, you cannot do any shortcut.
Specially on the wrong way.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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For Those Who Are Gifted
These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.
For those who are gifted,
With talents they let drift away.
Seem too quick to earn a dollar from them...
Only to quit to say,
The worth of their gifts...
Did not return to them any profit!
These gifts to me have not been given,
To let sit and observe their rust.
But to constantly polish and share their lustre.
And I perceive this mission as a must.
One blessed by God...
Should first serve His purpose.
With a gratefulness to prove,
A decision God has made...
Was done to shine forth a light!
To move where He chooses,
Whether day or night.
Not to smother in unthankfulness.
To offer God one's attititude.
Why do people do this?
Take for granted what God does...
Then choose to dismiss it?
To satify egos others should solicit.
To flaunt and cherish,
As if one merits the attention.
To take and celebrate...
Without a word of God to mention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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