Some May Not Like What They See
With a pinch of anguish.
Seems to always provide,
The correct antidote...
For those arriving from their excursions,
Through the land of intoxicating delusion.
There is no debating about the tour taken.
An awakening comes without question.
Maybe the presence of fear might be there.
Since the shock of seeing things as they are...
Needs little explanation!
Some may not like what they see.
But all agree...
What appears,
Has them all looking at it for what it is!
Even though what it is has been there.
Only a few recognized and knew its power!
Knowing from the very beginning...
An acceptance of shallow fantasies,
Ultimately has its consequences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Losing Life to Fear
In fear of being heard,
In fear of being understood,
In fear of not being heard,
In fear of not being understood,
In fear of being misheard,
In fear of being misunderstood,
In fear of hearing too much,
In fear of understanding too much,
In fear of saying too much,
In fear of saying too little,
In fear of being too enlightened,
In fear of not being factually correct,
In fear of being too bright,
In fear of being too ignorant,
In fear of being praised,
In fear of being bullied,
In fear of not being like others,
In fear of loosing my individuality,
In fear of being ostracized,
In fear of being camouflaged,
In fear of being the attraction,
In fear of being ignored,
In fear of being too different,
In fear of being too common,
In fear of following others,
In fear of disobeying others,
In fear of being too gullible,
In fear of being too stubborn,
In fear of being used,
In fear of being misused,
In fear of rewards,
In fear of punishments,
In fear of responsibility,
In fear of expectations,
In fear of being trusted,
In fear of being mistrusted,
In fear of your lack of response,
In fear of your over-reaction,
In fear of eternal silence,
In fear of noisy communication,
In fear of your acceptance,
In fear of your rejection,
In fear of exciting you,
In fear of upsetting you,
In fear of loving you,
In fear of hating you,
In fear of your love,
In fear of your hatred,
In fear of being loved,
In fear of being hated,
In fear of thinking,
In fear of existing,
In fear of living,
In fear of dying,
In fear of being myself,
In fear of being another,
In fear of knowing myself,
In fear of neglecting myself,
I lost my voice;
I lost my identity;
I lost my self.
I lost this life;
I lost my life;
I lost life's life.
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Hell Song
Everybodys got their problems
Everybody says the same things to you
Its just a matter how you solve them
And knowing how to change the things youve been through
I fear Ive come to realize
How fast life can be compromised
Stand back to see whats going on
I cant believe this happened to you, this happened to you
Its just a problem that were faced with
Am I not the only one that hates to standby
Complications headed first in this line
With all these pictures running through my mind
Knowing endless consequences
I feel so useless in this
Cant patch that back and as for me, I cant believe
[chorus:]
Part of me, wont agree
Cause I dont know if its for sure
Sunnenly, suddenly
I dont feel so insecure
Anymore
Everybodys got their problems
Everybody says the same things to you
Its just a matter how you solve them
What else are we supposed to do
[chorus x2]
(why do things that matter the most
Never end up cutting close
Now that I find out, it aint so bad
I dont think I knew what I had) [x2]
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What Is It They Should Feel
I never 'thought' to be me.
I always knew 'me'.
And I was...
Me.
Clearly defined.
And did not mind in my own mind...
That was mine,
The acceptance.
I've been cool with it.
It's a relationship I'm glad I did not miss.
However...
I never knew some pretended,
To be a 'them' they were not.
I was shocked!
Until I saw them in and out of pretensions.
They introduced with familiar shallowness.
And that with not knowing 'who' they are...
Has left what it is they should have been,
Unknown.
And that is why they have no identity.
None that goes recognized or used,
To provide them comfort.
They seem so unrelaxed and 'staged'.
They are simply non-entities.
Seeking to be unified,
By a commonness they see...
But no one feels or can relate,
What it is they should feel.
It is a desperation to save themselves.
From themselves.
But from what?
And to what depths 'that' is kept real?
Depends on 'who' and what they determine,
Is impressed by a falsity imposed.
And how severe the conditioning process,
Has been.
But then again...
I do suppose,
They have somewhere to go...
To induce 'some' kind of reality,
That frees them of their masks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beginning Of Wisdom
the beginning of wisdom
the theologians keep saying is the fear of God
i am afraid it is not at all true
for why should i fear my beloved?
why should i be afraid of my father?
why should i be dumb before him?
the great Plato says
the beginning of wisdom is the acceptance
that i do not know anything at all
inside the cave i am but a shadow
searching to the end of the tunnel where
the exit shows the flaming light
and so here i am knowing none
and feeling so near to God
Thy will be done
for I, this human, knows at all none.
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God-Centric, For Celeste
God-Centric,
the journey
of a pure heart,
unashamed to question,
not afraid of the answers,
or lack of answers.
from the Bible God of youth,
to the land of doubt and hope,
to an understanding of the Presence,
and the calm acceptance of It's abiding.
to a knowing
of the formless
behind the forms,
to a seeing
of the many faces
of God,
each validated by love.
to a belief,
in a love beyond understanding,
and an acceptance of the wonder,
believing there is more.
sacredness,
without a need for 'righteous judgement'
holiness,
and a human being being human,
and respecting the paths
of all true seekers.
her story brings peace, and hope...
read the book!
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Lost to Memory
I just kinda know these things.
And what these things mean.
And sometimes even 'why'
These things appear when they do.
I know you're not about to ask for an explanation?
And you expect an answer.
'What has been said about expectations? '
Is this a pop quiz?
Or a seriously graded test?
If I knew that,
I'd leave you with a sample of my DNA!
And...
I'm not trying to be accused of knowing too much,
Anyway.
I often thought that those who showed they knew too much...
Were often 'expected' to be accountable.
With much given responsibility.
I can do that...
But why announce it?
I just kinda know these things.
And what these things mean.
And sometimes even 'why'
These things appear when they do.
I guess that's the easier way to get things done...
Just do them!
They will soon be lost to memory anyway!
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Directness
I've been in the real world for too long,
And have very little patience...
With those adults,
Who now wish to explore their appetites
To live their lives!
A reality has bit them.
And now they see no choice,
But to cooperate.
That's cool!
However...
Those foolish things,
I've been accused by them of doing...
Throughout my life?
With critiscms they delighted to express.
To cause at times my unhappiness.
As I got my life on track?
To nourish myself with a comprehension,
I once lacked!
Those very things have assisted in my maturity.
With an understanding,
They now know they have not addressed?
And does not provide them a wholesomeness,
That I feel that is mine after being tested!
And that comes with everything I have earned.
I can not share this...
To spare them of their hurdles!
With their fresh awakenings!
I am not here to provide them,
With a scenic tour!
To have 'their' lives lived,
Filled with simple things!
I am not a magician!
Although my pace on my path,
Has been corrected with introspection.
And my directness placed as I step...
Needs no explanation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circle unbroken
I remember a day somewhere in time,
Before these words were spoken.
When I was still your little one
And our circle was unbroken.
.
Then I came to the foot of your bed
Watching, , helpless, sighing
Shallow breathing, then a gasp
Then silence. Someone crying.
In this grey world I dressed in black
In somber tones of night
I walked like one still in shock
Uncertain of the light.
Sometimes I sat here in your room
Quiet and alone
As if the presence of your things
Could lure your presence home.
Once on a midsummer’s night
As I approached my home
The front door opened welcomely
But I was quite alone.
The night was hot, no breathe of air
No breeze to make it move
What’s more I’m sure I locked that door
But its nothing I can prove
Some explanation might be found
For what occurred that night
And probably my thoughts unsound
But I took comfort from that sight
I remembered a day somewhere in time,
Before these lines were spoken.
For I am still your little one
our circle is unbroken.
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Mental Anguish
Never do unto others,
What is believed to be for them deserving.
It is almost impossible to correct,
A heart life broken...
By suspicions later that some regret.
With an awakening to a sorrow,
They 'must' accept without peace or rest.
To be accused for anything,
Someone has not done...
Has its consequences to pay one day.
For those who knowingly made another's life lived,
To suffer...
Emotionally that way.
And when the truth surfaces to reveal,
A wrongness performed by acts of deceit...
That shoe forced to place unwittingly on someone's foot,
Will come back to bite the minds...
Of the doers of these misdeeds unrelentingly.
Leaving...
Them never to relax with their mental anguish intact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But I Was Never Alone
I had to grow up,
Early.
There was no sheltered path,
Protecting steps...
I was made to correct.
By a sibling older...
I knew as I grew.
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
There were days of resentment.
There were days I spent alone.
There were days I wished,
For a childhood that was childish.
And today I am grateful,
For all of those experiences.
I learned through mistakes made,
And heartaches too.
I learned to listen,
With introspective comprehension.
My battles I fought.
And with time I recognized,
Those blessings to me God has brought!
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
But I was...
Never alone,
To be alone on my own.
And this to me,
God has shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laughing The Day Away
what happens happens
there is nothing you can do about it
the plan last night
to avert the consequences
did not work out
what happens happens
as expected
and we watch the consequences
without hesitation & regret
and then we learn the last
step of this process
this total acceptance
and then we laugh all these away
as though
things and event become passe
it's over, what's next?
that is the excitement.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shock
The shock of what is not,
Is more disturbing...
Than the acceptance of what is!
Once what is not,
Is stopped and dropped...
A reality delivered,
Ceases attempts...
To make what is not,
Meant to limit with intent.
Meant to have many consent...
To a controlled existence with contempt!
And what is 'not'...
Loses the attention given.
Loses an illusion driven,
To have and behold delusion.
And delusion and reality...
Do not a couple make.
Not today,
When earthquakes are shaking foundations...
Once believed permanent,
Because they were man made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opportunities Given To Correct Their Steps
Tethering on the brink of obscurity,
Their implosion begins.
With a trimming down to size,
Of their fantasized whims.
No longer the prize...
Of lives lived on the back of lies.
There were numerous opportunities given,
To correct their steps.
Mistakes gone unconfessed...
Has led them to the beginning,
Of this looming abyss!
Their final test.
With the protesting of loud voices,
Proclaiming in persistence...
As a choice made to produce unrest.
Without the contemplating done,
Of the consequences welcomed...
By blinded visions,
Hidden by bleak and stark decisions.
There were numerous situations,
When Mother Nature came to intervened.
But a disconnection from their realities,
Has caused natural disasters unprevented...
To assist in an awakening,
From their foolish scheme of things.
Only to leave them in a firmer grasp,
That grips tightly onto foolish dreams.
There were numerous opportunities given,
To correct their steps.
Mistakes gone unconfessed...
Led to the beginning of this looming abyss!
Their final test.
And...
With the protesting done of loud voices,
Proclaiming in persistence what is mostly missed...
A listening to comprehend has escaped.
With no priority chosen or given credance by them.
But a demeaning with a speeding done...
Has come to enhance their own dismal end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nearly None of It Has Been Applied
They were the ones who did not want to know anything.
They chose to be down to Earth.
Not trying to be too involved...
Or considered too concerned.
Not about 'worldly' things,
That is.
There is a comfort supplied in the not knowing of things!
Now they want to know what is going on?
And why things are the way they are.
And when are 'they' going to correct 'their' problems! ?
For them!
The ones who are satisfied in the not knowing of things!
You try to find answers for people like this!
But how can that be done...
When they've dismissed,
All opportunity...
To see things from an adult point of view!
But who knew they had no examples?
And they can not be criticized,
For quoting scriptures they've learned.
But like most things that they have learned...
Nearly none of it has been applied to their lives.
'Those people do that!
We don't do that.'
And all remain as ignorant as possible.
Since that is where they find their comforts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In arriving at a decision in a question of doubt, the apostles in the Acts were guided solely by their sense of the Spirit behind the action, not by any speculations as to consequences which might ensue. And so they found the truth.
quote by Roland Allen
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Of My Father's Doing
Why is it...
Your reality fades.
And mine is clearing?
I am feeling more peaceful within.
You seem to welcome a disarray,
Appearing everyday to be getting dim.
Have we chosen this shifting of wits?
There is no explanation,
For this to happen as it is.
Not Like this!
Splitting us is our way of life!
On one side of it is darkness...
And on the other appears more light.
Coming to correct that which was wrong.
Yet through blight...
Haven't we come together to sing songs?
Why is it...
Your reality fades.
And mine is clearing?
Are we nearing the beginning,
Of an ending that transcends?
And which one of us then...
Will find more or less 'anything' to defend?
You with your weapons?
Or me,
Who prefers peace to release,
A humanity wishing goodwill to increase?
This process seems to be...
Of My Father's doing!
And what He wishes to see unfold!
Since there is no obvious outcome to behold!
Without fights of conflict to settle what is right!
Shouldn't we be holding each other close?
Knowing whatever happens,
We love each other most!
My Father is the 'Host' of this reality!
Who knows what jokes He has!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Fair Enough
when i write something about what i do not know
and you read and feel that i am writing about what i do not know
and we become two persons
knowing fully well that we are on some things that we do not really know
wanting to know and trying to know
i think it is fair enough
we begin always from the acceptance of our ignorance
indeed a good beginning
and from there we make the little steps toward this knowing
of what we are, who we are and where we are going
because in truth, one must reserve a space, open the window
to let the wind come and fill the spaces of this void this ignorance
poem by Antonio Liao
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Keeping Identified One's Own Insecurities
Those who preach their racist ideals,
Isolate themselves within a biasness...
To inflict restrictions and discomfort.
Keeping identified one's own insecurities,
Does not an expansive mind make.
Or invite inspired enlightened solutions.
A limited consciousness is exposed.
And creates its own defeating challenges.
With proposed enforced limitations.
Weapons made and sold to incite division,
Eventually has its own consequences.
With a convincing to choose power over thought.
There is a need to agonize others into fear.
While a self destruction,
Is noticed.
And appears!
Too late...
For a successful awakening that could heal.
'You talking 'bout White or Black folks?
Or both? '
This is about the destruction of humanity!
Whomever is declaring to be qualified.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tommorrow Never Knows
Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream
It is not dying, it is not dying.
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
It is shining, oh it is shining.
That you may see the meaning of within
It is beginning, oh it is beginning.
That love is all and love is evryone
It is knowing, oh it is knowing.
And ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, oh it is believing.
So play the game, existence to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning.
Of the beginning, of the beginning...
Somewhere over the rainbow
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
Theres a land that I dreamed of once in a lullaby
(okay-)
song performed by by Phil Collins
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