The More One Thinks
The longer the battle,
The less credible the fighting...
That is fought.
Unconscious steps taken begin to awaken.
And the more one thinks,
Greater is the appetite for thought.
With a desire to link a process,
To reason to question actions unanswered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Almighty Comes To Defend With A Rescue
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles from a saddle I no longer sit!
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles from a saddle I no longer sit!
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.
I...
Do believe,
My Creator has a plan for me.
Without those battles,
Fought straddled to a saddle.
And I don't,
Fight any battle
Strapped high on any saddle.
No I don't,
Fight any battle
Strapped high on any saddle.
My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
And to fight my battles.
Those battles fought from saddles.
My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
And to fight my battles.
Those battles fought from saddles.
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles from a saddle I no longer sit!
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles from a saddle I no longer sit!
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.
My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
And to fight my battles.
Those battles fought from saddles.
My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
And to fight my battles.
Those battles fought from saddles.
My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cultural Prophets
Cultural prophets observing nonstop,
That which appears...
Disconnected from a thought process.
Are not too willing to converse,
With those unconscious.
Those professing to take steps to the right...
To declare those stepping to the left,
As idealists unable to conform to the norm.
Although that 'norm' has brought upon much duress.
Cultural prophets observing nonstop,
That which appears...
Disconnected from a thought process.
Are not too willing to converse,
With those unconscious.
Since the ones who are unconscious...
Can not accept the mess they've left.
To address with a correcting of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The conscious process is reflected in the imagination; the unconscious process is expressed as karma, the generation of actions divorced from thinking and alienated from feeling.
quote by William Irwin Thompson
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To Diminish The Act Of Reason And Common Sense
Every tactic today is being used,
To diminish the act of reason, truth and competence.
With undeniable mental abuse.
Every thought process to enlighten those unconscious,
Seems to be finding a way to criticized those seeking light.
By a keeping of their ignorant lives thriving and entertained,
On ensuring the ones with a thought process are belittled.
And this should be a goal by all maintained.
With a laughing at those who have chosen to do things correctly.
And...
If education had been a priority as it is today professed,
Why has there been a rush to market...
The temptation of decadence and with such effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivered To A Place That Dispenses Wings
Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.
And told they'd be there with us,
For the rest of our lives.
With a tolerance of them...
While others kept us suppressed.
As we continue to solicit,
A disrespecting done of our identities.
There is a need to awaken,
From this mental disease.
Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.
Well...
They are not,
Brandings of birth marks.
They are implications we kept...
With an expectation,
That one day if we stayed praying...
We would be delivered to a place,
That dispenses wings!
Dieing is a process!
Living the gift of life is a determination...
Some have refused to do,
Without the approval of acceptance.
From those sought to impress.
And if anyone has a need to ask,
To live a life that has been divinely given...
A praying done,
Is an unconscious routine.
Much like feeding an expectation,
That does not with 'intention' connect to the 'source'...
Through the doing of the process of living one's life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tyson
Tyson
Your flesh is gone now, your pains no longer an issue
Your hobble upon three legs no longer a guilty pleasure
Your personality no longer obtainable
Your breath no longer sea_like
Your pattering paws upon laminate no longer available to witness as a pitter patter behind my lonesome soul
Following me to all corners of my world
Tyson your eyes are no longer there oozing warmth and compassion just to compete for my lunch
My love
My smiles
Yet you still loiter, your warmth your soft yet sharp fur which pierced my skin, more than once
Your yelps which pierced my heart a few times
Your eyes gazing out at me at the vets as you bravely stood your last battle
Gazing up at me
Proudly desperately
Expressing in your last moments (before that dreadful medicine wiped you out and rested you forever)
Saying look at me, my best friend the one who will betray me in my last few years (steal them from me)
I CAN STAND! !
In my basket, in the vets, just before you become my hang-mans noose
I can stand, like i havent in months
(Needle in......)
Death slipped so slowly as you gazed up at me and fought, fought to stay alive, fought to breathe, fought for my cuddles, fought to still be here, fought for seventeen minutes the bravest battle your executioner ever had to sit and embrace
Your flesh is gone now
Yet
You will always haunt the one who adored you, who had to make the choice for you that thankfully, hopefully she will never make again
xxx
RIP little dog
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Many Speak Like Giants
Many giants stagger at the battle they have fought,
Fighting inhibits the brain that rides and sways;
It innocently speaks, the wars bespeak to count,
So then fighting designs a right of conduct;
Many giants fall at their age of reason,
Reasons fell from the clouds and smothered with rain.
The real message awaits to see me as gigantic
And huge for the purpose,
I can wait and observe the crowd of people,
Watching is their insult and I have observed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Process of Mentality Divine
We are within a mind of a process.
One layered within levels of superiority.
And we will be visited,
By those of a greater intelligence.
As our own expectations expand...
Advancing towards a higher consciousness.
One arriving upon the land.
Those unbelieving this,
Have already experienced mental enslavement.
And the dawn that comes,
To awaken those who witness it...
May not have all observing 'the coming'.
Since many will be seeking documentation,
For authenticity.
And this is a process of mentality divine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The images attempt to capture scientific thought. They represent the physical manifestation of the thought process. Everything in the laboratory is a product of a stream of conscious or unconscious thought.
quote by Peter Fraser
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Ivisible Battlefield
Invisible Battlefield
There's a war that rages daily With many a battle fought And it seems that no one really Understands the foe named 'thought'...
Pastor..
He seems so small and passive Sometimes he's good and kind But his evil can be massive As war wages in our mind..
Throughout Faith in Action
It's an invisible battlefield No allies at our side As the foe its power wields We cannot run and hide...
But we have a Great Captain in our Pastor And He alone can see Each battle and each out-come Defeat or victory..
Throughout Faith in Action
It's an invisiblebattlefield But we have God's true Word We have faith's invisibleshield We have the Spirit's sword..
Throughout Faith in Action..
The demons, darkness, evil forces Strive to take control But they cannot alter courses With the One who saves our soul..
Throughout Faith in Action..
It's an invisiblebattlefield No one to cheer with glee As evil thoughts and armiesyield To inner victories..
Throughout Faith in Action..
For many a tear-stained battle Upon these plains are fought With many a plea and many a prayer Prayed for this foe named 'thought'..
Throughout Faith in Action..
Someday beyond these borders This battle will bedone As God our foot-steps orders We'll fight them one by one
Trust our Pastor..
With Him, the foe we'll conquer He is a faithful shield For He is Lord and Master Of our invisiblebattlefield...
RK. Hudson
poem by Ron Poetry
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He Does It In the Giving
When one is given to serious thought...
That seriousness,
Should be on one's 'mental list'.
I choose to begin with God.
Followed by family,
And my love of friends.
Then myself.
With a desire to keep my wishes,
Prioriticized.
My thought process is always orderly.
Sometimes God pushes me,
To have me think of myself first.
I use to think that was selfish.
And God laughs at me!
Knowing no one could ever be more 'selfish',
Than He!
And He does it in the giving!
That's how 'selfish' He is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Nightmares Won't Stop
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then maybe its fake
Your not drowning in a black lake
Your not being bitten poisonous snake
Your not really awake
It is all in your head
An over active imagination
A mental complication
What a realization
Then comes another sensation
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
It also could be
You pinch your skin to see if this is
Your trying to open your eyes
if only to see
Their must be something you missed
Explaining away the possibility of your demise
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
Then when that coffin you lie in with spikes comes closed
You'll wake up alive with all your cloths
But look at all holes
Their mere shreds
How is that possible?
A mental transference of the material
Then the question comes did you wake into another dream
This is a sickness and a disease
If only solving it could be a breeze
The nightmares won't stop
The thought process won't drop
You lie on the floor shaking
What is this you see?
Is it a dream or a reality
A question to explain away evil
If it is plausible not to exist
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Stays Around As A Constant Reminder
De-sensitizied?
From a life lacking of experiences lived?
And joking to de-humanize others,
Living their lives from a deck of cards dealt.
Has its consequences for one to pay one day.
There is nothing like running into a brick wall.
Believing the pain resulting from it,
Can be whispered away...
Without a suffering done.
And a call for help that goes unanswered.
A suffering from our unconscious actions,
Not only comes...
But stays around as a constant reminder,
To let what is be as it is.
Or there will be no sleeping in a peaceful rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The good devout man first makes inner preparation for the actions he has later to perform. His outward actions do not draw him into lust and vice rather it is he who bends them into the shape of reason and right judgement. Who has a stiffer battle to fight than the man who is striving to conquer himself.
quote by Thomas a Kempis
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The good devout man first makes inner preparation for the actions he has later to perform. His outward actions do not draw him into lust and vice; rather it is he who bends them into the shape of reason and right judgement. Who has a stiffer battle to fight than the man who is striving to conquer himself.
quote by Thomas a Kempis
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The Gate Keeper
If only to understand, what does that truly mean?
You can do it the man in the suit says, as if hes always known.
But has it been thoroughly inspected?
What has he really shown?
Was he just pissed off, and that's the end of it.
Only time will tell with this one, he says yet again.
Like he's judging those who come out of the wood work every day.
A thought pondered.
A thought wondered.
A question that goes unanswered.
To know, is a dangerous power in which one envelopes them self in.
An ego to all men.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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We have to learn to think in a new way. We have to learn to ask ourselves, not what steps can be taken to give military victory to whatever group we prefer, for there no longer are such steps; the question we have to ask ourselves is: what steps can be taken to prevent a military contest of which the issue must be disastrous to all parties?
quote by Bertrand Russell
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The Burning Ladder
Jacob
never climbed the ladder
burning in his dream. Sleep
pressed him like a stone
in the dust,
and when
he should have risen
like a flame to join
that choir, he was sick
of travelling,
and closed
his eyes to the Seraphim
ascending, unconscious
of the impossible distances
between their steps,
missed
them mount the brilliant
ladder, slowly disappearing
into the scattered light
between the stars,
slept
through it all, a stone
upon a stone pillow,
shivering, Gravity
always greater than desire.
poem by Dana Gioia
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