That Which Has Already Been Done
By the time it dawns on you,
That something 'is' happening...
It would have taken place and happened.
Like that which has already been done!
And you have not a clue.
Do you?
Although your denial will always be there,
To depend upon.
At least 'something' is within your reach.
Even when news is reported on a daily basis,
People are heard saying, 'I do not believe it! '
So you do have some company.
You are not alone.
You are among thousands of nonbelievers...
Prepared to validate your lack of comprehension.
And...
To joyfully welcome the existence of it.
I just happen not to be a fan,
Of that kind of selective thought process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Own Stranger Sometimes
I am my own stranger,
Sometimes.
I have no clue what I would do,
Under any circumstance.
My activities on a daily basis,
Are not planned.
I tried that!
And something or someone,
Created a rescheduling.
To excuse with alibis...
Apologies and perhaps lies,
As to why what could have happened...
Could not!
I use to watch myself react.
And heard myself curse!
With eyes bulging.
I am my own stranger,
Sometimes.
I have no clue what I would do,
Under any circumstance.
But today...
I try to be more selective.
Calm and meditative.
It is a practice I repeat...
Whenever I make public appearances.
I keep my mind 'medicated' that way...
To ensure that other side of me remains peaceful!
I am my own stranger,
Sometimes.
That's why I do not invite anyone to upset me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up And Disappeared
There has been a lot of listening missed,
That did not reach either your left...
Or right ear.
And I know there has been many attempts...
To reach you.
But you...
Refused to pay attention.
Since what was said you did not want to hear!
Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.
But the only thing your stubborn held fits,
Has not understood...'and' 'that' you've dismissed.
Any understanding those few were willing to give,
Has up and disappeared with no regret shown for it!
Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Busload Of Faith
You cant depend on your family
You cant depend on your friends
You cant depend on a beginning
You cant depend on an end
You cant depend on intelligence
Ooohhh, you cant depend on god
You can only depend on one thing
You need a busload of faith to get by, watch, baby
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
You need a busload of faith to get by
You can depend on the worst always happening
You can depend on a murderers drive
You can bet that if he rapes somebody
Therell be no trouble having a child
You can bet that if she aborts it
Pro-lifers will attack her with rage
You can depend on the worst always happening
You need a busload of faith to get by, yeah
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by, baby
Busload of faith to get by
You cant depend on the goodly hearted
The goodly hearted made lamp-shades and soap
You cant depend on the sacrament
No father, no holy ghost
You cant depend on any churches
Unless theres real estate you want to buy
You cant depend on a lot of things
You need a busload of faith to get by, woh
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
You cant depend on no miracle
You cant depend on the air
You cant depend on a wise man
You cant find em because theyre not there
You can depend on cruelty
Crudity of thought and sound
You can depend on the worst always happening
You need a busload of faith to get by, ha
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
Busload of faith to get by
song performed by by Lou Reed
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I Will Always Need Your Love
In the book of my life
Till the day that it's through
You know most of the pages belong to you
Every interesting chapter
Every twist, every turn
You're my willing accomplice to the lessons
I've learned
Till the end of the story
I'll be riveted
And when I write my dedication I'll say
I will always need your love
Wish I could write it in the daily news
I will always need your love
It would be very hard to fill your shoes
I will always need your love
So many ways that I depend on you
I will always need your love
No one else, no one else, could love me like you
You know all of my faults
Every strengh, every quirk
You can dictate a handbook on the way that I work
Many towering hurdles
You've helped me climb
What was already great is even better with time
You've discovered each secret
Every fantasy
The only thing I really need you to see
I will always need your love
Wish I could write it in the daily news
I will always need your love
It would be very hard to fill your shoes
I will always need your love
So many ways that I depend on you
I will always need your love
No one else, no one else, could love me like you
I will always need your love
Wish I could write it in the daily news
I will always need your love
It would be very hard to fill your shoes
I will always need your love
So many ways that I depend on you
I will always need your love
No one else, no one else, no one else could love me like you
I will always need your love
I will always need your love
I will always need your love
...always need your love
I will always need your love
So many ways that I depend on you
I will always need your love
No one else, no one else, could love me like you
I will always need your love
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Approved With an Abundance of Love
If there could be one thing I'd want...
I would wish for love,
To come with benefits!
I would not sit and become one's charity case!
Not me.
I wouldn't think of it!
I could not rest with those selfish thoughts!
However...
I 'would' make sure I was thought of,
On a daily basis...
As a 'foundation' accepting donations!
Approved with an abundance of love,
I would joyfully dispense!
In an arrangement,
Of an exchanged expense!
Knowing someone has given...
And I have happily received!
AND that's not being selfish at all!
That is being blissfully prepared and ready,
To release a satisfying peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Escalations Of Misdeeds Increase
A process of selective hearing,
Eliminates active listening...
With a comprehension done.
We all have been guilty,
Of hearing what we choose to hear.
Only to misunderstand with attitude to gain.
And when an attitude obtained is gained,
What remains is conflict to offer.
As if a victory will be achieved.
When escalations of misdeeds increase,
There is little evidence that peace will be left...
To be kept respected.
A process of selective hearing,
Eliminates active listening...
With a comprehension done.
When escalations of misdeeds increase,
There is little evidence that peace will be left...
To be kept respected.
That is not the goal,
When an ego has been unleashed...
From its confines of common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Joke Isnt Funny Anymore
Park the car at the side of the road
You should know
Times tide will smother you
And I will too
When you laugh about people who feel so
Very lonely
Their only desire is to die
Well, Im afraid
It doesnt make me smile
I wish I could laugh
But that joke isnt funny anymore
Its too close to home
And its too near the bone
Its too close to home
And its too near the bone
More than youll ever know ...
Kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my
Face after all
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Oh ...
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now its happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now, now, now its happening in mine
(Ive seen this happen)
Happening in mine
Oh... now, now
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now its happening in mine
(happen)
Happening in mine
Oh ...
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now, now, now its happening in mine
Happening in mine
Mine, mine
Happening in mine
song performed by by Smiths
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The Geetha contradicts.
What happened has happened.
What is happening is happening.
What would happen will happen.
What had been yours, to weep over the loss?
What have you brought to squander as
yours?
What you have got has been got here.
What is yours was another’s yesterday
And would be someone’s tomorrow. Krishnan in the Geetha thus teaches us.
Why did he encourage war between
Cousins, helping one side against the other?
15.01.2004
[The Geetha to Vedic Philosophy is the Bible to Chritisns. It is rendered in the Epic Mahabharatha]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is not going to be easy any more
It is not going to be easy any more
Is what we all cry
And it was also the cry of our parents
Look back
It was only your perception that
It is not going to be easy any more
It all happens as designed by nature
All that happen, we should know
Have a reason behind
Many a time we wonder
Why this happened
We wonder because
We are ignorant
You become enlightened
Once you stop wondering
And just get to know the
Reasons behind a happening
So that similar happenings
Can be prevented, if unpleasant
But, be sure that each happening
Has a reason,
And you cannot have an excuse
For not realizing this
It has happened because
That was the way it has to happen
Accept the happening
Then, act appropriately
Never turn emotional
Emotions retard logical thinking
Emotions lead to non-fetching actions
Stay free, act and smoothly sail over happenings
And you will stop telling
It is not going to be easy any more
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Selective Pickings
It is done all the time.
Those selective pickings.
Choices made in one's mind.
And it has to do with preferences.
An acceptance of taste.
Or a thought process that appeases.
And when it comes to what one reads...
A picture painted to please,
Can depict a thousand words.
Especially if a word or two...
May not be what one prefers to have heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Defying Against Any Of The Evidence
To do something done unconsciously to another...
And to have that act returned with a consciousness delivered,
As intended!
Says this as witnessed...
There is no sense made in a display of one's offense.
And yet offended people become,
When given exactly to them what they had initiated.
And done.
With one thing missing.
A lack of acknowledging their involvement.
And an applied selective memory,
That removes them from the scene of a crime committed.
A common hit and run done claimed by someone caught,
To have known nothing about what has happened.
With a defying against any of the evidence.
Pictures, fingerprints...
Food stains and crumbs on lips.
And the habit of their daily routine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Husband And Wife
What ever happened to the husband and wife
What ever happened to love
What ever happened to the dreams they thought right
That they both thought so much of
What ever happened to the holding of hands
Or the whispers of secrets to keep
Did it somehow slip away with the time
Is it somewhere still hidden beneath
What ever happened to the words I do
Replaced now with words of cruel
Does somehow it still linger on
Is love only lost and confused
What ever happened to the romance
And the love that was in each breath we took
Must somehow be forgotten now
Was this in the chances we took
What ever happened to the husband and wife
What ever happened to love
What will now happen to the rest of our lives
For love, was it overlooked
What will now happen to the dreams we once had
When the world was right at our feet
Is love somehow still hidden somewhere
Or is this the way it must be
There once was a time when it meant so much more
When love walked with us in life
What ever happened to the love in our hearts
What happened to the husband and wife.
copyright 2004 Bill Simmons
aka [email protected]
poem by Bill Simmons
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.
When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.
If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!
And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reach Out, Ill Be There
(brian holland/lamont dozier/edward holland,jr.)
If you feel that you cant go on
cause all your hope is gone
And your life is filled with confusion
And hapiness is just an illusion
And your world around is tumblin down
Darling, reach out
Reach out, reach out
Ill give you all the love you need
Ill be there
You can always depend on me
I can tell by the way you hang your head
Your with out of love, now youre afraid
And through your tears you look around
But theres no peace of mind to be found
I know what youre thinking
Youre alone now, no love of your own
Darling, reach out
Reach out for me boy
Ill give you all the love you need
Ill be there
Hey baby, Im gonna be right there
You can always depend on me
You can always, depend on me
You can always, when things get tough
You can always, cuddle mee, see you through
You can always, depend on me
Whatever else you do
You can always, ring my phone
Yeah, you can always catch me at home
You can always cuddle me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
You can always depend on me
When youre lost and about to give up
cause your best aint good enough
And you feel the world has grown cold
And youre driftin on your own
When you need a hand to hold
When you need a little love
Reach out, Ill be there
Reach out, Ill be there
Reach out, Ill be there
To give you all the love you need
Ill try ro give you all the love you need
Ill be there to love and shelter you
Ill be there to always see you through
To give you all the love you need
Im gonna give you all the love you need
Ill be there to love and shelter you
Ill be there to always see you through
To give you all the love you need
Im gonna give you all the love you need
Ill be there...
song performed by by Diana Ross
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His presence
Who will believe I am non-atheist?
Lack proper knowledge to understand and trust
Everything is available in plenty and around
Why don't I have the vision to find?
Garden booms with flowers
It has all happened after rainy showers
No one ever noticed or taken note
Only poets and writers wrote
I felt fragrance and sweet smell
Just gentle wind came near to tell
Oh, nice how good was it to feel!
Nature is present everywhere still
I still refuse to believe existence of mild air
Is it not foolish on my part or unfair?
What makes me to disbelieve that is around!
So nice and beautiful things are always found
I heard cuckoos voice in morning
With little breeze on ground it was warning
Come on, wake up it is high time
Love is the only way sometimes
Everybody is prepared to rise
Nothing is there to surprise
Everything happens as usual
Only we take it as casual
Now I got the solid reason to discard my feeling
Even God has willingly provided everything
I needed to develop some sense to recognize existence
He was everywhere to remind me of presence
I thanked almighty for my helping me out
As I was unnecessarily inviting rout
What was the reason to deny nature's company?
I was not alone in this world to feel but was felt by many
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Too Often Egos Win
Misunderstandings opens the door,
To comprehension.
If allowed.
And it may come with some pain.
However...
The prospects of a process of healing,
Begins some kind of a mending done.
Truth...
If kept in prolonged denial,
Can hurt.
The unacceptance of it...
Can devastate and create undo agony.
If allowed.
Some mindsets forbid this!
Unwilling to forgive and forget.
To bridge the gap between misunderstanding,
Comprehension and accepting truth...
Reduces conflict on many levels.
If allowed.
But tremendous egos,
Can kill any relationship.
No matter what the subject is!
And too often,
Egos win!
To misunderstand...
Again and again!
To understand what it is they wish,
From a limited perspective...
That seeks stubbornly to be understood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeing What Others Cannot
Its been over three weeks now
that I’ve been in this state.
I don’t know the reason why
there’s nothing to it I can relate.
The day began like any other
until I got to the bus pick up place.
There was three other people waiting,
but I never bothered to look at a face.
As I waited, an uneasy feeling of anxiety
moved up from my feet to my head,
I noticed something strange and abnormal,
the man in front of me separated.
I couldn’t believe what my eyes were saying
and thought that I was becoming ill,
maybe I was stressed out, with work and all,
and it was time for a get-well pill.
But it was true I was actually seeing this,
the man’s inner-self stepped out.
It communicated with another of its kind
who just happened to be walking about.
Nervously, I again looked around me,
this was happening everywhere.
It was if the people’s spiritual selves
had a life of their own to share.
It was happening to little children,
to couples, husbands, and wives.
Their once unseen spiritual sides were
living completely different lives.
I can’t understand or explain this,
that’s why I’ve come here today.
You’ll probably think that I’m crazy,
and I ought to be locked away.
I can tell you that I don’t like this,
and I wish that I couldn’t see
all these separated inner-selves,
who can see, but ignore me.
I have tried to ask them questions,
but they just smile and walk away.
It’s as if they too don’t understand
and they’ve always lived this way.
Is it because the majority of people
can’t see, that a precedent is set.
What if I can actually see what I can see
and the majority isn’t ready to see just yet?
poem by Orlando Belo
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Habitually Fixed
People addicted to nonsense,
Are no different than those addicted to crack.
Or any other sedation that medicates.
Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
People addicted to nonsense,
Prefer to see a disagreement with their ideologies...
As confrontations..
With a nothingness with someone in this mindset,
That ever gets done.
Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
This activity is representative of those who create conflicts,
To protect interests.
And those interests have been habitually fixed to delusions.
And people like this,
Stubborn and fixed...
Live assuming any progress that moves forward,
Is a conspiracy that threatens their beliefs!
And as long as they keep passing the 'pipe' around...
They will interpret the crumbling of foundations,
As a work of art!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nayib's Song
NAYIB'S SONG (I AM HERE WITH YOU)
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(Gloria Estefan)
Lately my son I've been confused.
Don't know what to tell you 'cause it's all such
bad news.
Lately my son I've been discouraged.
I look around and it fills me with worry.
What kind of world can I offer to you.
Where will it all lead, do we have a way to
make it through?
I've tried to figure it out, to have an answer
I can tell to you
But all I can see, all I can see.
Chorus
------
Is I am here with you, and you are here for me.
It's an ongoing process.
I will take care of you and you will take care
of me
If we're gonna make some progress.
Lately my son I feel ashamed.
For many things that have happened and are
happening again.
Really my son I thought we'd learn.
From what I see around me it's a very though
world.
But all I can hope is that you take it as a
challenge.
To create something new that will take you
far and hope that you can manage.
Scatter some hope, 'cause it's not too late to
reapir the damage.
The only way it can be, so easy to see.
Chorus
------
Bridge
------
You gotta believe, never be afraid to dream.
But follow it through, 'cause it won't get done
unless it comes from you.
Gotta makeit all work, for the ones that are
coming after you.
Though hard it may seem, gota believe.
Chorus
------
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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No Ego Involved
I think I will approach my 'main' interests,
A little bit differently.
'How's that? '
I am going to pretend, publicly...
I have a wish to do one thing,
But sacrifice my time and efforts...
Doing what I love which no one suspects.
And achieve secretly,
Tremendous success.
'That will never happen.'
Why not?
'Because that kind of success,
For you...
Has not happened yet.'
Oh?
I did say 'secretly'.
And secrets revealed slowly to uncover,
Are the best ones to discover.
'You think so, huh?
And how is that? '
By words.
Words expressed,
Coming out of the mouths of others.
Disappointed by the lack of bragging attached.
'And IF that should happen,
That is the best kind of success to achieve.'
I know.
There is no ego involved to detect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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