Stinging Bluntness
Their jealousies and evilness
Have created their diseases...
And the mental illness they have achieved!
The stinging bluntness of it all,
Helps them to seek
The best medication
To sedate
Their craze!
Episodes they chose to live without meaning,
In a bitterness that is dazed!
And even morphine can not subdue,
Their screaming!
Or remove the memories that haunt their days!
Their jealousies and evil ways,
Have created their diseases...
Somehow an 'allure' of this sickness pleases them,
And stays!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christe
Sexually transimitted diseases,
Of the diseases thart had led us to bury many who were deceased;
Yes, deceases from the diseases! !
And like the victims of sexual abuse;
But i am Christe in the land of your muse!
So, try to be well educated on this issue at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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Paradoxically, no such embargo exists for the drugs and therapies that have revolutionized the treatment of serious diseases although many of them were created with the same technologies.
To Mask Insecurities
The sickness of those sickened...
Is part of a culture raise to digest,
And respect wickedness.
It is reflected in a history,
Where enemies are created...
To mask insecurities.
And even though times ahead,
Are shedding causes for conflict.
There are those who oppose,
The opening of doors on their closed minds.
While there are many gathering,
Wishing to inflict...
Pain and suffering!
With more of it to impose and find.
As they take delight in the spread of their evilness.
And this demonicness,
Is worshipped as a purpose for their existence.
Expressing this illness is a right...
To fight for more darkness.
And smother with their druthers any sign of 'light'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stinking Person
The chieftain stank, with tender skin,
Lungs of steel, breathing was still a problem.
He incurred a loss due to old age,
Scoundrel thoughts entered his stinking body.
His toilsome ways exploded on entry of old age,
Splitting him in half, to rule his breathing and smell.
To rip him, calculate the odor and think of ways to remove
Him from chieftain, remove him from authority.
He shall hopefully receive chastisement,
For being with contagious diseases.
This is nothing but the truth, for those clean,
And they shall inherit the world and the joy it contains.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The diseases of the present have little in common with the diseases of the past save that we die of them.
quote by Agnes Repplier
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Psalm 30 part 1
Sickness healed, and sorrow removed.
I Will extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command diseases fly:
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is;
Let all your powers rejoice and bless
While you record his holiness.
His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores the joy.
poem by Isaac Watts
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He Battles His Dogs Of Despair
The years have left him looking gray
And he has known a far better day
Around his balding head he has lost more hair
As he battles his dogs of despair.
Though from it's side effects weight he does gain
Medication it does keep him sane
And though all of his good days are gone
His fight is to keep keeping on.
And to live for as long as he can
For what use is a dead woman or man
So he will live till the reaper's call
The one who claims the life of all.
One who has contemplated suicide
When his will to live all but had died
But he is one who has hung in there
For to battle his dogs of despair.
In life 'tis not easy to win
But he never threw the towel in
He bravely faced life's road ahead
Fortune do favour the brave 'tis said.
Mental illness it has ruined his life
Robbed him of the chance of a wife
But to his great gift of life he says yes
As he battles with illness and stress.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Revitalization Created
A revitalization created,
To rid 'collected' colors...
For a more luxurized version,
Of diversed flavor.
Within urban city streets.
To make these 'areas' safer,
For suburbanites to live...
Meet, greet and eat.
Has had its economic disappointments.
For those dollar counters.
A vibrant atmosphere in the air,
Was no longer there.
This could not be reconstructed.
An obstruction made this clear.
The laughter and merriment,
Had disappeared.
And none of this could be poured,
From concrete.
The renaming of historic streets.
Or the laying of new bricks.
With an electric absence eclectic,
Uninvited!
To address the relocation of jealousies.
At the expense of unadmitted insecurities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saint Augustine cries from his heart
Brothers – sisters – do our years last?
Day by day, they slip away…
those which were, no longer are;
those to come are not yet here.
The former days are past;
the future days are yet to come…
but only to pass away in their turn..
Today exists.. but only in this moment
in which we speak, this moment now…
already, its first hours have passed;
the hours that remain do not yet exist;
they will come, only to fall away
into nothingness…Nothing contains
constancy in itself.
The body does not possess being,
it has no permanence; it changes with age,
it changes with time and place,
it changes with illness and accident..
The bright stars
have as little constancy;
they change in hidden ways,
they go whirling through space…
they are not steady, being is not theirs..
Nor is the human heart any more as constant:
how many thoughts disturb it?
how many ambitions now besiege it!
How many pleasures pull it
this way and that, tearing it apart!
The human spirit itself, although
endowed with reason, changes..
it does not possess being:
it wills and does not will;
it knows and does not know;
it remembers and forgets.
No one has in themselves, the unity of being…
so, after so many sufferings, diseases,
troubles and pains, let us return
to seeking that One Being;
seek out, join, those who dwell
in that city where Being itself is shared..
for a life without the sense, the sensing,
the living-out of eternal Being, is unworthy
of the name of life; only the changeless
gives us meaning in and for our change…
only the boundless frees our minds of bonds.
[paraphrased from his Commentary on Psalm 121
and his Sermon 346]
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Ode to God
HE created the sky
to protect us...
HE created the Sun
to warm our souls...
HE created the stars
to follow our dreams...
HE created the moon for us,
not to get lost,
and to illuminate
the road to...HIM!
poem by Viorel Vintila
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When God created us all, We were not left alone
it is true and i agree completely
when God created us all
we were not left alone
he created the rivers and the seas
to tell us that we must flow and be deep
and be wide with compassion
he created the skies that we may always
look up to the wide expanse of this
unfathomable love, this universe
he created the earth where our fellowmen live
so we all become coals hot with cinders
unsegregated from the fires that burn
within us, lest we become cold and nothing
but ash, blown by the wind and then forgotten.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The interesting thing is, while we die of diseases of affluence from eating all these fatty meats, our poor brethren in the developing world die of diseases of poverty, because the land is not used now to grow food grain for their families.
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
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Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, brain and spinal cord disorders, diabetes, cancer, at least 58 diseases could potentially be cured through stem cell research, diseases that touch every family in America and in the world.
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In today's world, it is shortsighted to think that infectious diseases cannot cross borders. By allowing developing countries access to generic drugs, we not only help improve health in those nations, we also help ourselves control these debilitating and often deadly diseases.
Everywhere There Is A Medic
Isn't it easier to criticize,
Anyone doing something with their life...
They seem to like to do with a doing done.
Than it is to stop from feeling aggravated...
That no one gives us the time of day to listen,
To everything negative we say and can find...
That describes why we are such miserable people.
All the time.
With a tuning into grief as if to be treated by it,
On a daily basis to feed on diets of aches and pains.
We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
Oh yeah we keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Over here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
We keep those feelings bottled up,
And ready to blow...
To explode!
As mean streaks steam...
From jealousies we can't let go.
And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And over there there is a medic.
And everywhere there is a medic.
And even here there is a medic,
Oh yeah!
And everywhere there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
And even here there is a medic.
Oh yeah!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Creator's Tests
A boldness to live escapes them.
Afraid to offend they are.
A fantasized existence is persisted,
And subdues.
A truth eludes their presence.
In an unhappiness they reflect.
Too much of it has confused.
A stubbornness has created their mental illness!
A truth within them is abused.
A deluded frame of mind they protect.
As if this is not revealed and viewed.
And they pray to God to keep their visions.
But what God decides they neglect!
They wish God to listen to them and their desires.
But they give Him no respect.
They choose to keep their eyes closed tight.
Hoping a miracle will come to remove their regret!
They want their insights to be classified as best.
Believing they are The Creator,
Instead of The Creator's tests!
They leech upon the Earth as pests.
And this they can not accept.
But they are.
We all are in this illusion!
This illusion is evolving.
It does not rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heaven Created The Galaxies
Heaven created the galaxies and the stars
Heaven created who you are.
Heaven created all that you see
even the emptiness in you in me.
Heaven created from thought form
heaven created the electric storm.
Heaven created you and me
so that we could create to
to bring joy and glee.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 31,2012
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Blinded On These Misguided Missions
Some people who use the same reliable tactics,
To undermine the efforts done and made by others...
With a masking of their insecurities,
To gain an attention as their main priority...
Seem never embarrassed,
To use the accomplishments of others,
To enhance their own deeds.
Or...
Does this activity keeps them away,
From making claims of doing things to validate...
Yet difficult they find it to prove they have an expertise...
Over a period that establishes a mandate.
But quick they are to seek discrepencies,
In the proof others show publicly...
With accountability.
And...
With a getting of a doing done to have critiqued.
Although excuses and alibis made and heard...
By folks like these deep in their jealousies,
Who seek to assassinate reputations...
Is a characteristic that is guaranteed,
To produce a by-product of negativity...
Consciously achieved effectlively,
By those blinded on these misguided missions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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