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Talk of Sin

They are right!
Those with appetites,
To see this life...
The way lived end.
A new beginning,
Is about to begin!
And the one in which
There is talk of sin...
Is coming to a close.
That is not a wish!
That has been proposed!

We are being lifted,
To embrace a new consciousness!
And everything we know,
Has no where else to go.
But to exit!
And...
For many of us this is good!
Sins, demons and wickedness...
Are no longer accepted,
By those infected...
With these projections insisted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Detriment To A Kept And Worshipped Evil

A routine that is lived,
And negatively fed...
Leaves one to identify darkness,
As the only life there to share.

And unfortunate is the mind,
Stuck and transfixed...
On a daily search that seeks,
This to sow and this to reap as fit.

A routine that is lived,
And negatively fed...
Has accepted limitation.
With just wickedness to spare instead.

Options of alternatives...
Does not exist,
Inside this kind of head that dreads.

And one with a consciousness like this,
Is deeply troubled.
And has been convinced,
Any sign of happiness felt or by others shown...
Is a detriment to a kept and worshipped evil,
One wishes to spread and see condoned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Dancing Shadows

When do we heal?
And just how do we start to begin,
With a getting of it done?
When will a development of consciousness,
Of this exist?
Will there be a persistence insisted?

And when...
Do we heal?

When will our greatest joy,
From within us...
Be revealed?
What status then,
Will no longer be concealed?
To know those plateaus of growth.
And dawns to come forever bright with Sun.

On dancing shadows,
Released from us to cast!

When do we heal?
And when can we say,
Conflicts from us have stopped to trespass.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Nights

the night did nothing but talk
the rain fell heavily on our heads
we actually did not figure out what was said

the morning is still beautiful
with sun in her hair

there are no regrets to the haze of age
it is accepted as a natural change

then we went to our chosen directions
we meet again tonight and there will be more stories told

not really that interesting
but there is no choice

this road has an end
we think that there is another exit out there

for a new beginning
when the night shall not talk but touch and kiss and
make love and then restfully rest its head upon the morning's breast.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kept Just As It Is

Revealing who sits in pits with demons,
Is currently being exposed to those...
Who have accepted being ignored and opposed,
And this has not pleased...
The deceiving teasing done by demons.
With hopes their tactics used attract,
The ones who have chosen not to play tit for tat.
Knowing those who sit with demons...
Would love to do exactly that.
From shadows where they creep with a seeking to attack.

However...
Those who show they know the ones,
Sitting in demon pits to glow...
Aren't disturbed by them one bit.
with a preferring their distance kept just as it is...
Left effective and less reflective of images protected.
Regardless if deeds done they do are not respected.
Since those ignored have accepted and expect...
Those sitting with demons in their nests object.
And will always do their very best to test...
The ones ignoring them from wherever they may emerge.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Other Way

There is no other way then to reassure
Life is so lovely and hence to be made sure
I confidently look towards and offer a smile
You may be joyous and happy meanwhile

Love is such beautiful thing to feel
It is never dying until
You may feel it often and when go quite close
If trust and confidence is always reposed

I proposed poetry to woman as friend
I felt as true man when she agreed to be my woman in the end
i loved those happy moments when felt it as heavenly sent
I felt as if land was slipping away and forcing me to faint

she was now really at my heart
even though it was: from the very start
I had seen her as model and painted as frank art
Totally ideal to become precious part
she was not only friendly
: but kind hearted and lovely
always cared for what i said
: helped me in all bad moments as an aid

: i welcome her as true asset
: my feeling are made known or let
She is very close and more of friend
And promised to remain forever till end

she was nice from the beginning
it was lesson in itself for learning
she proved to be caring and friendly
i gracefully accepted her and asssred repeatedely

i proposed her in eanest
“ you are loved as my best'
this may prove to be crucial test
but told her toput everything at rest

come and say i am your woman
i shall take it as proud too be your man
i am forever to be yours
will you call it as ours

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift

When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Denied

I'm trying, denying
why won't you ever talk to me
I know it, can't show it
I guess it's kind of hard to see
I'm learning, confirming
the lies a thousand times before
I know it, can't blow it
not long before you shut the door
I'm trying, denying
I guess it's never supposed to be
it's coming down now
it's coming down because of me
when I look into your eyes
you know you've got me hypnotized
all I want is to hold on
I know all these problems just begin
it seems as if they'll never end
all I want is to hold on to you
want to lay back and close my eyes
dream of things I could not find
just lay back and close my eyes
I'm trying, denying
I guess it's never supposed to be (just lay back and close my eyes)
it's coming down now (just lay back and close my eyes)
it's coming down because of me

song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Last Exit Brooklyn

When the sun crashes into your world
Look around and you try and find your girl
And youre daring, too sick of what you see
Out of town is the only place to be
When your life starts to run out of juice
Feel like dyin and you just want to get loose
Prayin moves dont make much sense to you
Seeing red before your feeling is blue
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Going back, getting out of this town
Stretch it lean and mean, it turns you around
Take your dreams and stretch them out on the street
Take your turn to get back on your feet
Feel the wheels singin over the ridge
Feel the song like oakland take you
All the time you knew you had the itch
All the girls were glad to see you
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Girl in ol v wont pray
Dont give you a hard time
All the girls from brooklyn say
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Do you remember the day you left the block
Your mama said you would live to regret it
Coming home, coming stoned, come in hope, coming ready
Are you holding steady
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
(mccafferty, agnew, charlton, sweet)
1984 fool circle music

song performed by by Nazareth
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Monsters of the Night

Inner demons who seem to rule my fate
for me I feel its far to late
for deep within they always hide
these monsters eating away at me from the inside

inner demons that scream
my thoughts some how not what they seem
monsters that creep out at night
Oh hell! ! this does not feel right

inner demons, please find another soul to torment
for me this torture is no longer meant
My deeply feared monsters of the dark
here no longer will you park

inner demons leave me be
my scary monsters of the night
I beg of you, please finally let me be
for my soul craves, needs the much healing light

inner demons, cast yourselves away
no longer do I want you to have any say
monsters who taint my soul to black
no longer will you haunt, for I will someday find my way back!

poem by Jill Ferrey
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Nuclear Infected

I'm nuclear infected
I really don't mind
I just go out when the sun goes down
And have a real good time.
I can clear out any ballgame
In a minute and a half
Just show up - glow up
And have a real good laugh
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
I'm nuclear infected
Really ain't that bad
In fact it's about the best time
I guess I ever had
I'm nuclear infected
Looking for a mate
So slip on something lead, babe
And go out on a date
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue, yeah
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
Nuclear infected....... don't make me angry
Nuclear infected....... don't make shake
Nuclear infected....... don't get me to sneeze
Nuclear infected....... that's a big mistake
I want to live on Three Mile Island
Where things are clean and neat
'Cause we don't have no health freaks
Clutterin' up our streets
I'm nuclear infected, I need something to eat
A China Syndrome Salad with plutonium and cheese.
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Sins Of Omission

On the fringes of torso and lips
Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir
Pummelled plains and beaten fields
Were never broken in spirit within
But I feel like were coming around
Yes, I feel like were coming around
Tell me
Cloud burst teeming, insect wave and bite
Yes its true, we are not alone
Tv silence its a narrow entrance
Its a sometimes leading into future time
But I feel like were coming around
Yes, I feel like were coming around
I feel like were coming around
Sins of omission, no love
Sins of omission
I heard it once before in shepherds isolation
Over the horizon in blue and white now, now
Now overcome you can outrun it
When the roarings cease and the right stuff weaves and fits into your life
And I feel like were coming around
Yes I feel like Im coming around, tell me
Sins of omission, no love
Sins

song performed by by Midnight Oil
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The Conditions Are Clear

the first time i met you
(and you said you like me)

i have already warned you
(that i am good for nothing

that you must not expect anything
for i am no good)

the conditions are clear
from the beginning when we proclaimed

that we are too in love
we promised we look for nothing and take nothing

except what we are and what we have
within the grasp of our hands

you changed, and i too changed
we begin to look for something beyond our grasps

we have become insatiable
and we want to hold the future that is still not there

we realize that this is the end
and so we make a new door with an exit sign

we left a smile and then we parted.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Demons 2

we like to sin
we like to think that when we sin
it is not us that sin
but some demons pushing us to make the sins

even in sinning we need some escape goats
the demons made me do it
damn these demons in my head!
i am innocent
the demons pushed me to do the sins i do
they are so many of them
these damn demons in my head
and i am just alone
(my sweet conscience
implanted by God)

these damn demons
they push me on the dead-end edge where i can do nothing but sin

nice, human logic,
less responsibility for sinning because someone did the sinning for you

not me,
when i sin, i sin alone, i sin myself, and there is no escape goat to blame
there are no horns, no goats, no snakes handing me the apple to bite,
no adam no eve no cains or abels no genetics involved in here

i have sinned through my own fault.in my own fault,
in what i think, in what i do, in what i have failed to do,
in what i have failed to think,
and i ask all the angels and saints to help me get away from

my own faults, my own and nothing but my own
this sinning

my own responsibility and i ask my God to forgive me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Misinformatologist

Seduced by the telling of lies,
Or misinterpretations...
Disguised to hide reality,
Reduces one to become a liar too.
Or...
A misinformatologist.

And difficult it is,
To know which way forward...
An exit to escape to embrace truth,
When one is in the midst of this...
Wishing to be amongst others,
Who have chosen to turn away...
To protect their minds,
From a contamination infesting...
That keeps others' minds infected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spitting Out The Demons

Spitting out the demons (demons)
Popping out of holes (good times)
Spitting out the demons (demons)
Coming in the good times (good times do we have)
Spitting out the demons (demons)
Falling out of aeroplanes (good times)
Spitting out the demons (demons)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)

song performed by by Gorillaz
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Not Surprised You Do Not Know Me

I am not surprised you do not know me.
For years our conversations have been about you.
Your likes and dislikes.
Your cravings and appetites.
Your opinions with judgements passed.
And your need to compete...
With my activities,
That affords you some kind of mental relief.

I am not surprised you do not know me.
Nor am I shocked to hear you say...
I do not understand,
A life lived your way!

You are right...
I don't.
And that is why you don't know me!
Nor do I have a need,
For you to begin that now!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great Sutton

Great Sutton

Cypress lane, I lived there for years never saw a tree.
Gas fire in the living room, the bedrooms were glaziers,
If it hadn’t been for the pub nearby I would surely have
frozen to death; that’s why I used to fall asleep on
the sofa, in the living room, when coming home from
the pub. If my wife was in the mood she sat up waiting
for me, most of the time she wasn’t; said I was a drunk.
Sober people came knocking on my door, insisted on
telling their story, politely I let them talk, but I noticed
they smoked a lot and that wasn’t good for my throat.
Warm pub, cold bedroom, no contest, I got up and left.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Valued Spit

There are several things that can be done...
To remind some of a wickedness,
That has been in existence.
And applied upon the receiving lives of those,
Who may witness this wickedness...
Coming to an end for them!
But not on the mind,
Of one who has feelings...
Open and exposed!

Forgiveness may be the choice...
Of those not inflicted.
In 'their' minds these crimes should be forgotten.
Believing their souls...
With good deeds performed,
Will be lifted.

An eye for an eye...
Tooth for a tooth.
Just doesn't seem to be proper compensation,
When dealing with those
Who have chosen attitudes uncouth!

A boiling anger still seems to steam!
Fresh and unsettled.
A brewing stews within this kettle!

A satisfying solution for one whose heart aches...
Would be to break every bone,
Of the one who did the wickedness.
And let it be known...
A delight was excited when breaking each bone!
And not with just the stomping...
Or the crunching done,
Alone!
However...
That pain heals.
Even if one is reduced into unconsciousness!

When something done scars,
For the rest of one's life!
Even wishing a slow death to another...
Doesn't fulfill with promise,
To quench one's thirst to see blood shed.
Or in time,
Forgets that appetite to see one dead!
It lingers there inside one's head!

And...
Is it worth it,
To give someone that evil...
Your energy?
People like this,
Aren't worthy of a valued spit!
Even when that's done,
Cursing comes to the lips!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreams

it is the dreaming
it is what stopped that is killing you
don't stop the coming of dreams
welcome them
let them sit on your easy chair
talk freely
yawn if you must
it is nearer to it
that door that opens
when you lose
that restraint of
consciousness
when playful as any child
you embrace every color
every scent
every form
of dreams that make you rest
from too much
thinking

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Which I Do Not Know

How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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