The Experience Of Sharing It All
I choose to find a way to combine
Disassociated elements
Hoping within them
There is something that relates
To appreciate a diversity
Of a life to live
That does not seperate,
The experience of sharing it all
With an acknowledgement
That all that which does exist as is
Participates in the giving
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All That Which is Around
Isn't that something,
Those believe.
A life that includes diversity,
They can do without.
And still succeed.
Even though diversity,
Is all that which is around.
There are those who choose to ignore it,
With a hope a tunneled vision.
Will become a way of life,
Mother Nature decides.
Is more beneficial to provide.
And those choosing their lives,
Without diversity to surround.
Would have a better quality of life.
If 'She' removed hers from the ground.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live
Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
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It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
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I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
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song performed by by Zug Izland
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A special child is a special One
thank you for giving me the light in this world...... when
you shared to me the life, that the Lord bestowed and
blessed, you deserve that gift, to have a special one
thank you for the fruit of love..... your lives fulfill the
purpose of creation, your unending steadfast care lifts
me up to survive, amidst the uncertainty of life
thank you for being there..... when I needed you most,
you are always in my side, pushing me to face all
adversity, though I exist with no fear in my heart
thank you that you let me taste and experience..... what
is life with you, our memories always linger in my heart,
even though that meaningful happiness is off valued and
something special to me
thank you dear someone..... your presence is giving
me the strength to stay alive, this is the life I live, my world
is different from you, and I have to stay in order to live and
survive
thank you for accepting and letting me go..... beyond your
limit for you don't know where I will go, this dream that I
take is only, me can reach, a place where nobody knows
thank you for helping and making me to achieve, with my
own volition to know more of myself..... hoping the best of
everything on me, and believing that I might see the
meaning of my existence for the destiny I made is the
destiny I live.....this maybe the end of why, I am living in
this world with you dear someone
thank you that in my journey in this life..... you are with me
surfing every pieces of puzzle of who am I in this creation,
a creation that everyone is free, a creation that I am a part
and I exist, a destiny to move on and a place I live today
thank you..... for believing me even in your heart, thou you
didn't see what........ I believed, just always remember that
the life I share in every moment I've take. lives with you
forever and it is beyond your own imagination for the
world I live..... lives.....only in every man's heart that is free
' do not see them as how they think and look, but see
them as what you feel '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Your Life Is A Fountain Of Dreams
Life is a journey that all we take,
We should fearless do every day forward a step,
Could be a fail, or could be not,
We should let life to flow.
Life is a mystery each passing day,
We wake up and find unbelievable ways,
We seek, we experience, we fulfill our knowledge hunger,
Each experience of life makes us stronger.
Life is a struggle and life is a joy,
We can experience happiness or we can experience pain,
It's about choices we should take,
Life is a lesson each step we make.
Moments of life are bad or good,
We live and remember those moments,
Memories will be kept forever in our hearts,
But hopes are base of the future.
Never give up hoping,
Life is it short but didnt finish yet,
As long as you are still living,
Your life is a fountain of dreams.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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The politically correct fascists promote a concept of diversity that is its very antithesis. Contrary to the self-serving polemics advanced by intellectuals and artists who so completely dominate the societal conversation from their lofty pedestals in California or New York, genuine diversity is not contingent upon mere skin color, gender, or sexual preference. For example, a black farmer shares far more in common with his white counterpart than any black urban sophisticate. Or a female rancher more likely relates to a male cowboy than a female journalist based within a concrete jungle. Or a gay miner is bound to empathize far more with the daily preoccupations of a straight miner than a wealthy gay interior designer. Ultimately, genuine diversity derives primarily from differences of experience, location, vocation, viewpoints, or net worth. Those who imagine that genitalia, choice of bedmates, or mere skin pigment are the sole criteria for defining diversity are purely delusional. Essentially, in its current incarnation, diversity Is a scam, contrived by special interest groups to promote their parochial goals at the expense of all that is truly diverse.
quote by Catman Cohen (2017)
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The Screen Behind The Mirror
(m.cretu.) .
Heres the mirror
Behind there is a screen
Turn around
On both ways you can get in
The experience of survival
Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one wholl guide you to the limits of your choice
The experience / of survival
Try to think about it ...
Thats the chance to live your life and discover
Try to think about it
The experience of survival
The experience ...
The experience of survival
The experience ...
song performed by by Enigma
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Diversity Spices Communities
simplicity and complexity
embraces in diversity...
diversity spices globally
diversity individuality polarity
diversity spices community...
diversity flavours humanity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To Pollute And Destroy As We Choose
Icebergs melting,
Rapidly under stars.
As Earth revolves,
Evolving with a speed...
Ignored but doing this,
Right where we are.
Instead of giving this a priority,
We believe we exist only to feed...
Greed and selfishness.
Yet...
So fast and quick is this life lived,
As if another Earth is being created...
To suddenly appear.
That will caress our whims with a similar gift.
As we transfer an allowed self-centeredness...
To pollute and destroy as we choose,
All of the Universe to abuse as ouselves we have done...
And have shown we have the experience to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fruited Roots
Naturally my gifts come blessed.
To pick from an assortment,
Of interests I possess.
It seems I can sit and choose,
Which direction to take.
And from new adventures I taste,
Yet another fresh experience.
Fruited roots has this tree,
That has branches of such diversity.
And empowered by birth,
To quench my thirst...
As if deserving.
Fruited roots has this tree,
That has branches of such diversity.
And each leaf is related.
As a family that breathes...
To see a reaching for the stars!
And I am just one seeking to shine.
I am one of many determined to climb.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only To Go Deeper In Unaided
One who wades in the shallow waters of immaturity...
And has expectations to be given a life preserver,
Thrown to them each time they have a fear to live life.
And hoping someone will assist them each step of the way,
While they remain young and youthful in their minds.
Will find that those who have matured and gotten older,
Have already experienced more than they would like to admit...
After already stepping into waters way over their heads.
With an acknowledgement of what it is like to do this,
Without the aid of assistance.
And having come close to drowning.
Only to go deeper in unaided which develops their wisdom.
To leave them with something of a benefit,
For them that has been earned by the process of learning...
With just their faith and a daring to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Tired Of Giving It
I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.
I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.
It seems.
Time and understanding,
With an empathy that feeds...
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
A listening ear,
To comprehend my feelings.
Maybe I shouldn't even be near...
To have a dumping of a pity appear.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
Tired of giving it,
Empathy...
No one gives to me.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.
Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.
I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.
Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Is Reflection
Alas, it follows that
true love is
just an animal
that always must
be a reflection
of its own self,
seen in the depth
of your blue eyes.
It is not
a seperate
entity
for reasons
unknown
but not
unknowable.
So then, you ask
about
this thing
called love,
does it not
exist for
the sole purpose
of completing
a union of two souls,
perhaps eternally?
Well, let it rest,
my love,
just ponder
when you can
about
the meaning,
and you may find
that nothing
can ever live
without
its own reflection.
But when you look
at us, my love
you see
us basking in
our own
mirage.
No harsh reality
can live
up to its promise.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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I Owe Who I Am to You
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To experience seasons,
With changes that exist.
In an acceptance,
Of Your offerings...
That come and go,
To be as is.
And to be able to express this...
In a completedness,
I do not resist.
With an acknowledgement,
My life on Earth without You...
Would leave me less blessed,
And prehaps without gifts.
How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
To lead me to learn and to grow.
Knowing I owe who I am to You!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stubborn Poses
Holding a firm grip,
Onto bitterness and anguish...
From times now that do not exist.
Is something people do!
Why do you choose that to be you?
Schoolyard games and childish antics...
Have many still inviting,
These conflicts in their minds...
To persist and rewind.
Hoping to find themselves validated...
By anyone who has replaced,
A forward movement...
With a backward pace.
Just to appease a waste to accomodate.
Regardless of the foolishness this creates.
And there are those
Who choose to stay in their ruts...
Stuck!
In such outdated...
Mindless stubborn poses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And We Have Each Other
With open arms, with sincerity and security
We 're committed to one another
With blessings that come from above
We will sing forever, thanking God for giving us each other
Cherishing the treasures and walking faithfully with you
Our home will always be a refuge of unconditional promises of love
Sharing our trials and pains and victories
Withstanding the test of time
Because we have each other
Wanting to live, learning how to give
For wanting is sharing, and giving our all
And God's helping hands are upon us
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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I Believe In You.... Dear
life is full of meaning that only you and i can tell
everything we share and take, is just but a memories
to remember, that we have partake, the pain and joy is
an experienced of life, a thing to ponder, that we live
is not a journey of lossing oneself but a giving of the best
in you, in giving we learn to live again
life has no contenment it is in our heart that makes it
satisfying to live, for in dying oneself we learn that giving is
something most value of what our soul cherish, our heart desire
to live of what is love, but only in giving that we die
life desire the best to live, for in you, i learn to die, a painful life
encounter of my soul, it is in giving of what is dying that the
meaning of existence is dying the most value in you
your not an angel that i forsake, not even God whom i adore,
nor the master of myself that i respect, or a designer of my
destiny, yet your the wisdom of time that makes me what i am
life that i live with you, is but a searcher of who iam in you, in the
universe, in the moment of time where i exist, your something
that my soul can't resist......
a light that transcent beyond my sight
a sky that i can reach and touch
a horizon of rays that only i can feel
a beauty that flows within my soul
a wisdom that only you can whisper in my heart
a voice of en endless time that tells me that i am not alone
life we take in our journey to the beyond time, is wonderful, and the
answer of fate we meet is a beginning of our unending committment
to live where it ends
poem by Antonio Liao
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I've Already Left You With That
Why am I giving you this?
I've already left you with that.
And this and that...
Are not to be compared.
Unless you are sitting there...
Hoping for something to declare.
Why am I giving you this?
I've already left you with that.
And this and that...
Are not to be compared.
Unless you are sitting there...
Hoping for something to declare.
And if you are...aware,
You will accept this...
And forget about that,
Which was given in the past.
And 'this' tomorrow...
Will have lost a significance.
Since neither one of us,
Have had that to experience yet!
No matter who awaits in impatience!
And having patience never leaves one,
Sitting in regret.
But excites an anticipation!
And I guess that is my motivation,
To leave you this...
Without that which has passed,
Attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith Within
Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
Or seek with this acknowledgement,
A reason to complain about my circumstances.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
I hear others disrespect themselves,
With criticisms directed.
I hear comments returned to them,
By those sharing a mutual unconsciousness.
Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
With a facing of those obstacles,
Presented on my path to test.
And yet,
I know from where my blessings come...
To on me become bestowed.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
And I am able to let go,
Of that which troubles me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Radiance Of Pure Being
In the light of another sun
much brighter than this one
there no darkness is ever seen
as the mind of thought is clean.
When the ladder is climbed to that domain
what any go there with except love is vain.
Everything else may or can exist below
which is only what this light does show.
There is the Radiance of Pure Being
the like of which few are ever seeing.
A very rare experience by actual sight is had
as the mind is bewildered but the soul is glad.
Intellect and reason have been left behind
as all else except to that light one is blind.
Intuition or direct perception is the means
whereby the mind at its own source gleans.
Any limitations and divisions there don’t exist
only the effulgence of True Light does persist.
Though we receive light and warmth from the stars, moon and sun
all the light in the universe put together can’t ever equal That One.
Could it be That from which all of existence flows
as time and space by mind’s true reflection shows
and whatever seen here is the becoming of That which forever is;
in tangible finite shape or form a manifestation of The Infinite is?
The Radiance of Pure Being is also the essence of everyone’s soul
and so is seen after self effort and grace have performed their role.
To live through all of our days in life and be ignorant of That Light
isn’t what any of us have been born for in this world or given sight.
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Note:
This poem relates to an experience vouchsafed to me while staying in the ashram of Swami Muktananda Paramahansa back in 1978. It was almost 20 years after that time the words or inspiration came to write about it.
poem by George Krokos
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To Give Tomorrow Less Reason To Exist
So gone but with a going on,
Are those yesterdays living...
Within my mind.
To find and give time.
Clinging like grapes,
Yet to ripen on a vine.
Are those yesterdays remembered.
As if to forever live.
Giving tomorrow less reason to exist.
As those yesterdays gone,
Cling on and on permitted unresisted.
Like unripened grapes on a vine,
To watch and give more time to find.
So gone but with a going on,
Are those yesterdays living...
Within my mind.
To find and give time.
Clinging like grapes,
Yet to ripen on a vine.
Are those yesterdays remembered.
As if to forever live.
Giving tomorrow less reason to exist.
As those yesterdays gone,
Cling on unresisted.
Giving tomorrow less reason to exist.
As those yesterdays gone,
Cling on unresisted.
As those yesterdays cling on unresisted,
To give tomorrow less reason to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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