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Sought to See With Wishes Granted and Seen

I am indeed,
Not the perception...
But the belief.

I have been then conceived.
I have been freed of invisibility.
To experience and touch sensations.
Explore temptations and grow from them.
Not to become corralled or restricted,
Within barriars of sins...
Depicting those who are wicked.
Preached by those who pocket from such grief.
And cursed to smother under clouds of sorrow...
Are those who sermonize to lust and leech their evils.

What teachings would leave those to feel dark,
And gloomy?
To feed unlimited greed.

I am indeed,
Not the perception...
But the belief.

I am that spiritual connection.
Sought to see with wishes granted and seen.
Given touch to love and satisfy.
And I express these blessings with much gratefulness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How beautiful is

How beautiful is the Belief, when we belief in the God
How beautiful are the Creatures, when we belief in the Creator
How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we belief in the Sacrifices
How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we belief in the Battles
How beautiful is the Childhood, when we belief in the Innocence
How beautiful is the Dream, when we belief in the Ambition
How beautiful is the Contentment, when we belief in the Simplicity
How beautiful is the Life, when we belief in the dead
How beautiful is the Love, when we belief in the Care
How beautiful is the Happiness, when we belief in the Sadness
How beautiful is the Relationships, when we belief in the Tender
How beautiful is the Fruit, when we belief in the Farming
How beautiful is the Confidence, when we belief in Our self
How beautiful is the Beauty, when we belief in Our eyes
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in Peace
How beautiful is the Friendship, when we belief in Brotherhood
How beautiful is the Marriage, when we belief in Sharing
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in the Peace

poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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It Is A Leech

A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.

And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.

A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.

It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.

That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.

A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Has Not Been Your Objective

I will not slip into wickedness,
Because that is what you wish.
Nor will I pray to be forgiven of sins.
Or temptations you have teased me with.

I am not the one,
To be conditioned how to live.
With your beliefs thrown upon me,
To keep me feeling of myself as negative.

This process you have chosen,
To diminish my identity.
Will never sit well...
With contradictions you uphold.
And do not dispel.
But choose to dangle in front of me,
As a process of an equality.

And to find within restrictions,
A limitation to place my need to be me...
Will never satisfy an acceptance of a life,
That is mine!
With a pride and dignity I carry inside.
With a presence I do not seek for you to define.

To you I do not owe an existence,
By which I will sit in a wickedness...
Inflicted by your wishes,
To teach as lessons preached.
In sermons from pulpits to have me reach...
For wings in the beyond.

While you use my ignorance,
To leech from me my freedom?
In a continued display that maintains disrespect.
And you want me to believe,
This is all I can expect?
If ever you see me on my knees...
Not a vision of you do I have,
Coming to my aid with aims to please.

And blessings I have received from God,
Has taught me the clarity of that!
You are not the creator of my breath.
Or separate dreams kept,
To fulfill you can meet to satisfy or have met.
And I have known that has not been your objective!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost To Lust

Thoughts of you, how my temperature rises
Your body next to mine so divine
Your touch electric upon my skin
Lost in the lust of our connection.

When we meet my body is alive
My control is abandoned to you
Nothing can equal the feelings I have
I’m lost in my lust for you.

Into a world of pure desire
We are locked together
United we feel the flow
Touch, taste, explore.

Lost to Lust

poem by Alison Smith
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The Devil Within

Why do you run away from me?
Do you think you can kill me?

I am the one in lust and greed,
I am the one in every evil deed

I am the one in greed and temptaions,
I am the one who gives into all temptations

I am the one in anger and rage,
I am the one you will find in life's every stage

I am the killer, I am the stealer,
I am the evil dealer

I am the bad to your every good,
I am the one who does no good

I am the one who kills with or without a reason,
I am the one who does all treason

I am the yang to your every yin,
I am the one in all the sins

I am the one in none and many,
I am the one in one and any

I am the dark side, I am the evil,
I am the one in all the evils

You give in to me when you are weak,
I am the one who makes every soul reek

Who am I, you want to know? , I am the one within,
Because I am the devil within

poem by Deepak Hariharan
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Lord of he Dark

Lord of the Dark

Lord of the dark
Knight of the king
Templar of many forbidden sins
Track the setting light of night
Into demons hot embraces
Devils spills its tentacles of lust
Pleasure of hellish temptations
possessed beyond redemption
too late for raising resistance
evils power overhelming
strange geared devices
love vanishes into darkness
new sensations recover secrets
crusading for a new found one
out of this earthly groovy ground
longing stronger than ever
finally reaching salvation
thanks to the
Lord of the dark
Knight of the king
Templar of many forbidden sins

(Switzerland)

poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Come To Me

Do you want to be like me?
Tell me do you want to be?
Do you want to see the things
The way I want you to see?

Do you want to be lonely?
Lonely & alone like me
Navigate in the sorrow of blank sea
Come and taste my destiny

Do you want to feel the life?
The way I feel
Do you want to face the matters
The way each day I deal

Everyone has his own life
Own way of living
Different perception towards life
We are all different human beings

But do you want to live my life?
Live it for a single day
Share my views & share my sight
Then express your say

Do you want to get in to my soul?
Live the life for me
Do you want to make a new story unfold
Have faith & touch the honesty

This will be a strange experience for you
Believe me it's true
Awesome, amazing and something new
And you'll know what I am going through!

poem by Sourav RCY
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Diminishing In Support And Interest

The business of greed,
Has disguised the starting of wars...
As missions to save humanity.

Such conflicts of hunger and homelessness exist,
Without threats associated to the terrorists.
And exposes those deeds achieved by the hypocrites...
That leaves the business of greed,
A clarifying representation of those using deceit.
With increased opportunities to feed their evils.

And advocating the belief a victory sought...
Will bring a people collectively to their feet to cheer.
Although these acts are diminishing in support and interest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can Fault Be Expressed?

Either tolerate the affects of noninvolvement,
Or praise yourself for deeds that failed!
Whatever has been done,
Reflects a belief that has been achieved.
A perception conceived and done!

Any tears shed...
Should be those of joy!
If you aren't feeling that way at all,
How can fault be expressed?
When impressions given and accepted...
Were of your own creation.
And Included in exclusiveness,
A degenerating degradation!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mimesis: Receptivity

receptivity
nonsensuous
similarity

perception
in this connection
wider than

sense-perception

act of resembling
act of expression
presentation of self

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love and Lust

Bodies Entwined
Hearts Resounding
the shivers of sweat
coming and going

Those inhibited places
opening up: slowly, gently,
delicately…
losing inhibitions
new sensations

A touch here
and a touch there
smokeless fire!
a miracle invisible
to 'him and her'…

Yet to You and Me
engulfed in passion…
lustful love or lovable lust?
let love be there
and lust be too…

A heavenly feeling
for me and you
feel yourself and feel me too

Fantasies unfold…
Dreams come true
Me for You and Only You
just the way you wanted to..!

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Divine Device

Would it be loss or gain
To hapless human-kind
If we could feel no pain
Of body or of mind?
Would it be for our good
If we were calloused so,
And God in mercy should
End all our woe?

I wonder and I doubt:
It is my bright belief
We should be poor without
The gift of grief.
For suffering may be
A blessing, not a bane,
And though we sorrow we
Should praise for Pain.

Aye, it's my brave belief
That grateful we should be,
Since in the heart of grief
Is love and sympathy,
We do not weep in vain,
So let us kiss the rod,
And see in purging Pain
The Grace of God.

poem by Robert William Service
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What Do You Really Believe?

It is a natural fact of life that we human beings believe in
one thing or another – either tangible or intangible
The belief system of individual is sometimes determined by
parental heritage, place of birth, religion and societal values

We all grow up believing in many things our parents believe in
By the time we finish high school, our belief system transforms
The transformation occurs through our perception of the society
as influenced by our daily contact with classmates and neighbors
By the time we graduate from colleges and universities
Our belief system metamorphosed to a new level
through our interactions and relationships with the society

What do you really believe?
It is a known fact that many people believe in a Supreme Being
Different names are attributed to this Supreme Being
The name varies from one geographical location to another
The name also differs from one religion to another
To several people, the Supreme Being in known as God
To many mystics, the Supreme Being is called Universal Intelligence

What do you really believe?
Numerous people believe it is allright to eat all kinds of foods
While some believe it is wrong to eat animals and animal products
These people called vegans say that all animals are our friends
Therefore, nobody has the right to slaughter their friends for food

What do you really believe?
Almost everybody believe in the power of money
to solve all their problems and end their difficulties
Some say, even if money cannot make you happy
at least, money will give you peace of mind

What do you really believe?
It is true that what we believe influences our overall perception
Our belief system affects our approach to work ethics
Our belief system shapes our attitude to friends and neighbors
It is right time to search your conscience and ask yourself
What do I really believe?
Whatever may be your beliefs, please enjoy yourself
because you may never pass this road again.

poem by Julius Babarinsa
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Faith in Belief - Coping Strategy

Must have faith or what else is left?
Lack of faith, sorrow bereft
Belief in a God, nature, galactic deities
Even atheistic belief gives some amenities

Belief in self to succeed
The need to daily feed
Belief in love, seeking to thrive
Faith in thriving to stay alive

Those with no faith to look forward to
Stranded, without a helping clue
Grasp a belief enabling you to cope
One that brings fulfillment with hope

Faith in music unbound
Open ears to the acoustic sound
Sweet rhythms renowned
Belief that art opens the way
Creative devotion bless the day

For some, blind faith is better than none
Others may curse their belief, ready to abscond
Seek a belief peaceful, considerate
Avoid following the fanatical illiterate

The three C’s of hardiness agility
Commitment, Control, Creative ability
Deliver strong sustainability

Belief in Joy and Happiness, treasured gold
Warm goodness and kindness never cold
Resolve persistent griefs
With faith in positive beliefs

(September 2008)

poem by Joshua C. Whiting
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The Seven Sins again

>
> Do we as a people really know or care
> Concerning the seven sins?
>
> Those sins are apart of our every day life.
> Those sins are apart of our strife.
> I've heard the first was vanity or pride
>
> Now that is an hell of a ride...
> Be it physical or spiritual, how would
> One keep his/her feet on the ground?
>
> Sanity what a big role...
> Does God have pride? Then I am lost.
> What mean the word boss?
>
> Those seven sins has really cost,
> Things to be...
> Unfree and that will include me.

Was it pride that set Eve free
And made Adam give up his freedom of will?
Still...
I must appeal...
I am not ill...
But the seven is a thrill...for real,

What envy you? and who...why?
And do you cry?
The have and the have nots...
Gluttony would that be?

Are all seven just pure envy?
Lust not and bust...
Lust not and rust...

The wrath of lust not is have not,
Either way you go...
Whatever door...rich or poor,

Kindness and anger in the long run meet,
Good or bad we sit and eat.
Sometimes eating out of greed...
God speed...

Is lust greed or pride?
Or just sloth...denied?
A natural, physical and spiritual guide.

'Man she looks good'
Gluttony in the hood.

'He is so fine'...or just signs of the time,
Lust is not mine.

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Reflections They Deem to Be Eternally Wounding

With an ease not many have led to please,
Such a cushy and pampered existence.
Although some have done it,
To satisfy themselves.
And tease those with perceived jealousies.

While those who labor with sweat to savor...
Are the ones who have priorities.
And benefactors of blessings received.

Leaving those envious unhappy.
Since they are born to believe,
Those who deceive and feed their greed...
Are the ones chosen.

And they are,
Chosen!
To mark and victimize themselves.
Hating images they wish could be changed.
With reflections they deem to be eternally wounding.
And no belief of God.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Need You, I Want You

satisfy my hunger, satisfy my greed

satisfy my longing, satisfy my need

satisfy my yearning, satisfy my desire

satisfy my craving, with your hose put out my fire

Take me to paradise, take me away

Take me to heaven, every single day

Feed me with your passion, feed me with your soul

Feed me with your fruit, feed me with your control

I need you to want me, I need you to be here

I need you to control me, for you are my puppeteer

Control me with your love, control me with your mind

control me however you want. I do not mind

For I am under your spell, and whatever you want i will give

For without you i am nothing, without you i do not want to live

poem by Katherine Shaw
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Carnivell of rust

D' you breathe the name of your saviour in
your hour of need,
And taste the blame if the flavor should
remind you of greed?
Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til
you cannot lie still,
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil
come closing in for a kill
Come feed the rain
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true
colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the
things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch
us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall,
where enough is not the same it was
before
Come feed the rain...
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh,
when the world is burning
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh,
when the heart is yearning

poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Extremities Restricted Would Upset Me If Limited

Because I am blessed with vision.
I am more inclined to believe what I see,
Than what I hear with my own ears.

Because I do have a sense of touch.
I'd rather feel than have described to me,
What it is to experience that which I can hold.

Because I have a heart,
Sometimes in conflict with my mind...
I still find most times a connection I can define.

And blessed I am to have legs with feet,
I can choose to use them...
To come to go from inside to outside as I please.

To have any of my extremities restricted,
Would upset me if limited.
Especially if I am convinced their movement is mine.

I have been spoiled with these blessings.
And to sit and procrastinate,
Would be a waste of abilities as if I could stop time.

Yes I have been oppressed with a suppression that tests.
But I will not let that undo the best of me...
To allow what is believed to prevent my forward steps.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Mindsetness

With a touch of plagiarism,
And a dash of twistedness believed!
These thieves huddle cuddled up...
With a slick deceitful smoothness,
That can only be called
A tampered 'smugglese'.
Sparked with tidbits is information teased.
Entwined with fantasy...
To remove all doubt.
Any form of perception once conceived.
Dissolving beliefs!
Fracturing concepts...
Into a mixture to please.
There to insure an impurity of minds endure.
To advance insecurites...
With division and fear to leave!
That is the quest of those perfecting...
A stripping of liberties!
To have a 'one mindsetness'...
Focused on nothing else!
And nurturing just an accepted grief!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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