Supreme and Divine
There are many with undying wishes,
To play God.
To do it better than God has done.
As if all life orbits around them.
And they are the Moon, Stars and Sun.
There are many who believe they are here to rule.
To set standards and label others as fools.
To take resources from others and do as they wish.
To tell others how they should live.
And how to exist!
There are those who create their own sicknesses.
And spread them to inflict the less suspicious.
Those who are quick to become blinded...
By an overdose of hypnosis.
While in a worship of devotion and faith,
To objects made!
And symbols and myths believed to depict God!
And 'that' energy is too Supreme and Divine to recreate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: What the Stars Foretell?
Look at the stars, a handiwork of God!
Who knows the mystery of their twinkling light?
Like eyes of God, they shimmer light so odd,
In countless numbers, studding sky of night.
What is their role in human destiny?
What is the need for stars at all, I ask?
They seem to depict faith and harmony,
Whose secrets to unravel- is man’ task.
What beauteous objects fixed light-years away!
Yet, God intended stars for some purpose;
But man can ne’er find it out any day;
God’s glory, perhaps they depict to us.
When stars can look mysterious to man’s eyes,
How much more God must be- who never dies!
poem by John Celes
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From A Growing Observation
Anyone living today,
Lost in between false identities...
And not knowing from which of the many delusions,
To pick and keep...
With standards valued slipping from their reach,
Are more than just confused...
In times that seek clear and unclouded visions.
Since those who have long chosen paths to walk,
With a faith communicated and with less talk...
Are not the ones these days,
Found following anyone crazed.
Or teased by promises to taste slices of apple pie.
Those who have chosen to label them as such...
'Crazed with strange ways! '
Seem not to know 'who' they are,
Or for what purpose they exist to hustle, bustle and rush...
To live lives for materialistic reasons to impress,
Throughout each season!
And from a growing observation of those evaluating,
These 'priorities'...
Appear to be a fading cause to provide one happiness.
Although...
Quick they are to defend their chaotic existence,
To announce themselves as, 'Followers of God's wishes.'
Really?
Well...
I hope God forgives the rest of us,
For interpreting His or Her 'wishes'...
With a seeking of a better way to live our lives,
That has a lot less upheaval and no turmoil.
But thank you for the invitation anyway.
We've decided we'd rather have God judge our ways.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Value of Your Delusions
Wishing a thing to exist.
And exclaiming to others that it does...
Does not bring it life.
It may bring it to lips quick.
But not to eyes.
And if any of it is used to deplete pockets...
Of resources earned.
Draining them with fear...
To stock your abundance of cash,
Invested on a gamble that has devastated...
Their standards and quality of life.
One had planned on living,
To retire into wholesome fantasies.
Many will begin to inflict the pain of revenge!
Unending for deceivers.
And nothing can be more realistic,
Than those on a rampage seeking it!
Prepare for this reality.
And...
You didn't hear that from me.
Remember,
You have already campaigned
To have me ignored.
You remember that don't you?
When I began questioning,
The value of your delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until One Sits Alone
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
They rather give their opinions,
Unsolicited and quick.
About how others should live,
As they pill pop to get...
Their headaches to quit.
Quieting anxieties,
Leaves them less suspicious.
As the ones who can't face their own hurdles.
Or take initiative they themselves do not permit.
Until one sits alone,
Dealing with demons on their own...
Excuses will be condone,
To label their protected wounds.
That scar them to the bone.
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
And these same demons...
Are seen from them to persist unlimited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hexagram
Paint the streets in white!
Death is the standard
Breach for a complex prize!
I think it's sweet of you
And your parents are proud...
But I would expect it from anyone
Now to protect life's indigenous sound!
Worship! Play, Play x 3
Worship! Play! Worship! Play
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play x 3
Worship! Play! Worship! Worship!
How the streets they swell!
While the animals make their way through the crowds!
If you keep listening you can hear it for miles...
God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile!
Worship! Play, Play x 4
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play x 4
Worship! Worship!
Worship! Play, Play
Worship! Worship! Worship!
And the crowd goes wild!
And the camera makes you seasick!
God it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud
And the car bomb hits quick click, faint smile!
It's the same sound... it's the same, same... sound....
And the crowd goes wild!
And the camera makes you seasick!
God it's so sweet of you and you know I'm proud
And the car bomb tick ticks with the same sound!
Its the same sound! With the same sound...
Hexagram...
song performed by by Deftones
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Cosmic Zone
Those wise do not chooose,
To find themselves caught up in the middle.
Nor do they adorn capes to play superheros...
To prove they can manipulate...
Imaginations!
And market themselves as toy designs.
Hyped emulated looks and demeanor,
May sell books, magazines and TV shows...
But everyone knows the cost of paid fantasies.
Some just have a need to be portrayed,
As fearless AND benevolent.
Believing themselves to be gods of the Universe.
From a physical representation,
Of a one dimensional mind...
3-D'd.
We exist as reflections of pure energy.
Divine and spiritualized.
To communicate internally with beings in full command.
And those caught up in physical presentations,
Will find no amusement as a higher consciousness...
Becomes more relevent,
Than any prefabricated interpretations of life...
Created to bait, and yes control, those less dedicated to faith,
Have ever known.
Soon an introduction,
To the Cosmic Zone...
Will to all be shown! And, believed. And, believed. And...believed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A 'Trip' To Babble On
Why is it,
That those who are most likely to become offended...
By someone else's interpretation of God,
And the way they depict their reciting of quoted scriptures...
Seem to be those who are hypocrities.
Who are quick to say what they know.
To even take a 'trip' to babble on,
In 'tongues' as if to impress.
And yet,
The evidence they show to be exposed...
Is meager in the delivery of its existence.
But they will tell anyone within listening distance,
What it is from others God wishes.
And they live lives completely exempt from this.
But will quote in a minute,
Something they have read but not digested.
To then say...
'I too have difficulty maintaining my faith.'
~That's odd.
I have no clue as to what you've said.
And yet,
I find no difficulty maintaining my faith at all.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Far Too Little We Know (Enclosed Triplets) (In Answer To John Keats)
I
Not all kinds of things can be explained
by mere science or by some philosophy
and so the essence of life has remained
without its knowledge ever been gained
a very great kind of strange mystery
in that it does exist unrestrained,
when couples from pleasure have not abstained,
as in love some small cells brings a child to be
while after death life cannot be maintained
or knowledge of its wellspring be retained
while its source seems divine, something Godly;
not all kinds of things can be explained.
II
While some mysteries still has a haven
in their own undisturbed happenings
while human science still measures uneven;
if texture, colour and waves in heaven
of a rainbow is in the knowledge of things
the impact, the magic of it is not given,
even when men are despotic or craven,
on faith like butterflies, angels have wings,
as does remain the lore of the raven,
even the devil has hoofs that are cloven,
some stories have got some imaginings
while some mysteries still has a haven.
III
People might think I am on the loony side
but not all discoveries have been made
and to real faith some powers remain wide,
a man may have a tender hearted bride
as true love's mysteries do not just fade
while all their guests do them well wishes bide,
when hidden facts appear from where they hide,
new kinds of things may appear from the shade,
with knowledge man wants to rule and divide,
in life by limited resources we decide
the way of things and do others persuade
and to real faith some powers remain wide.
IV
Yet still far too little we do know
even of ourselves and of our earth,
about the way that everything does go,
we experience the sun's early glow
while we learn and adapt from our very birth
are caught by the wonder of drops of snow,
yearn for something more beyond the shadow,
for a Supreme Being that knows our true worth
in life's daily continuous ebb and flow
and in rebellion we suffer blow by blow,
while to existence there is no rebirth,
yet still far too little we do know.
[Reference: 'Lamia' by John Keats.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pray Sincerely
There may exist various types of lamps
They'd have been from different camps.
They may exist made of various materials
They may be made for the Imperials.
They may exist in divergent shapes
In multifarious forms even as of grapes.
They may exist in many hues predominant
Made of disparate colours prominent.
They may contain oils multiform
Each with a varying viscosity norm.
They may hold distinct types of wicks
Each made of diverse sticks and picks.
Though the lamps are amply diversified
In all aspects they are one from inside.
And when all of them are ignited
Lo! They are in the same way lighted!
All have the same light energy of flame
A gas in excited state, the plasma—to name.
All forms of lamps from their foundation
Emit the same brilliant illumination.
There may exist different views of the Divine
And different paths may exist to reach the Divine.
But the mode of approach to attain the goal
Is our sincere effort to pray with heart and soul.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Some People Worship
Some people worship the fiery sun
And some the crescent moon
Some people worship the stars above
But God I worship you
Some people worship dragons
And some hand carved statues
Some people worship the devil
But God I worship you
You created the heavens above
The earth with color of every hue
Then in your image you made man
God I worship you
Some people worship their president
And some their nation too
Some people worship themselves
But God I worship You!
© by Patricia Bankhead
poem by Patricia Bankhead
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Theres No Label In Me
I have no label,
I have a life to live,
I have a family that cares for me,
Why label yourself,
Why choose to be emo, goth, prep, or whatever,
Why,
Can you answer that yourself,
Can find the answers I seek in this poem,
I have no label,
I am me,
I have found me,
My life is a cycle,
It runs around in circles,
Theres no label in me,
Don't label yourself until you know what your are or who you are.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Cruel to One Another
We are cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
And we do this as if,
We wish conflicts to exist.
When this world is our home.
To provide for us all.
None of us here...
Are strangers on a visit!
To make it unpleasant...
And to destroy it as we wish.
Even if we were...
To continue in this selfishness,
What a mess we have made of ourselves.
Picking and choosing,
The kind of lives we like!
And criticizing to despise with hatred,
Others we chase away...
From places they reside.
When this creation was 'divinely' made,
For us...
From God,
To appreciate and celebrate...
The life to us God gave!
Yes...
We are,
Cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
As we blindly ruin our own quality of life...
To seperate with standards,
That is taking a nosedive into a darkness.
And promising to end...
Arguments of dislikes,
And the dimming of Sunlight...
Only fools will accept,
On a downward spiral without regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The objects that are of moderate energy, like our sun or most of the stars that we see in the night sky with the naked eye, are objects in which relatively moderate energy processes are taking place.
quote by Claude Nicollier
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Disappointed
The best way to avoid,
Something allowed to exist...
But now one wishes it to rid,
Is not to create it.
Or make claims to benefit,
Only when it is to one's periodic advantage.
So many insist,
On not being aware of what they've permitted.
To then attempt to remove themselves,
Of any responsibility that reflects their involvement.
As if a conscious investment made...
Disappointed in the expected dividends given.
The best way to avoid,
Something allowed to exist...
But now one wishes it to rid,
Is not to create it.
Or make claims to benefit,
Only when it is to one's periodic advantage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until an Evilness Is Resisted
Fighting has never achieved unity.
The act of conflict itself...
Demonstrates division,
And isolates.
Hatred does not piece together victories.
Nor does a stubbornness to inflict...
A way of life for one,
For another does not benefit!
A destructive chaos is all that remains,
And sits!
Until an evilness is resisted.
To allow peacefulness to exist!
How is this done?
A respect for diversity.
And contributions made to humanity.
Achieved and acknowledged by everyone,
Under God's Moon, Stars and Sun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depict This Different
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Thaw the cold you hold in your heart.
Depict this different.
And don't let a freezing,
In you start.
Depict it!
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
With purpose and a reason.
Appreciate each season,
With a new breath to breathe.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
Pleased as a breeze.
Depict it.
Give your troubles up.
Depict it.
And be free.
Depict it.
Don't give them any hints,
Your mind's at ease.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothin New Under The Moon
Nowhere to go.
All night took everything.
Another nice try with mr. wrong.
Late night tv on my horizon.
National anthem and Im barely hangin on.
Just a typical saturday night.
Feeling like the rest of my life.
There was nothing new under the moon.
Same old dance, same old tune.
Just wishes on stars that never came true.
Just one more night to get through.
But there was nothing new under the moon, til you.
Hey what a change.
Hey what a concept.
Heres a true heart wanting mine.
News flash! whod ever thought you could
Have the same feeling at the very same time?
Look at what your loves doing to me.
I cant believe I used to believe
That there was nothing new under the moon.
Same old dance, same old tune.
Just wishes on stars that never came true.
Just one more night to get through.
There was nothing new under the moon, til you.
Nothin new under the moon
Same old dance, same old tune.
Just wishes on stars that never came true.
Just one more night to get through.
There was nothing new under the moon, til you.
Nothin new under the moon, til you.
There was nothing new under the moon, til you.
Nothin new, til you.
There was nothing new under the moon, til you.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Live as it is
Heaven and hell we make
Bitterness or sweetness we take
We must love live with peace
Life can be then at ease
It has uncertainty factor
As it happens in any sector
We are here only stage actor
Believe and have faith in creator
Why do we define unknown objects?
Carry impression in life and reject
Simply fear for their unknown consequences
In reality nothing as such existed at once
We are strangers to life and still exist
Even objects of non-life don’t resist
They are sure of their existence
We make it more complicated and lay insistence
Joy for a while and leave the worry
Life may have to be packed in hurry
No time will be spared for second
Like dead fish if taken out from pond
Live with happiness as it is offered to you
You have nothing else to think or prove
It may take you along whether willing or unwilling
Then why not you accept the facts and take it smiling
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Overdose
As I overdose these pills,
Watch me die,
Bring me back to life if you can,
Pump these pills out of me,
Save me,
Can you save yourself,
Overdo on things,
Watch me as I overdose,
Watch as these doctors pump these pills out of me,
Go up on the hill,
Go scream your heart out,
I might hear you but I might be dead,
Poison leading through my body,
As I lay dying on floor,
Overdose these pills,
As I sleep,
Sleeping forever,
For know one knows what had happen to me,
The story of my life will end soon,
As soon as I overdose these pills,
Remember me when I am done,
Just one memory of me,
As I overdose on these pills that will end my life,
Thinking why should I end my life or how I should I get it,
I guess it natural for me to think these thoughts,
But someday soon I will overdose.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The whole point is, give me a break with the standards. You go to the average jazz label and suggest a record and they want to know which standards you're going to play. I'm saying let's break the formula.
quote by Branford Marsalis
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