They Are Here!
They are here!
Those you were once told
You should fear.
Those of different atmospheres.
And climates from beyond.
Those of intelligence,
We can not fathom.
They have come...
And some will be alarmed!
They are here.
Whether or not,
Your conscious is clear.
Whether or not you accept them at all.
They are not barbaric like us.
They are not with conflict to inflict...
To commit to that and become enthralled.
They are here...
In preparation.
And to everyone,
They soon will appear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given In The End
The continuance of wasted life,
In wars fought...
To depict another's right to inflict conflict,
Produces not a single winner.
Or does the act come to cystallize,
The shape of one's greatness.
What a barbaric ignorance does,
Is expose a mentality that is absent of reason.
And in fear of not being noticed,
If a power chosen to display insecurities...
Is not forcibly respected.
Only to be delivered disrespect given in the end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Evidence Is Obvious
It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!
They say, 'Nothing is near us.
We are kings/queens of the universe! '
But their restrictions limited by inflictions...
Can not see,
We have been monitored constantly!
'It' is already here!
That powerful force...
We are told does not appear.
With abilities beyond,
What we hold dear!
It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!
The evidence is obvious,
As we are told to ignore truth...
And concentrate on terrorists!
With the assistance of strategists,
Doing their best...
To manipulate what we see and digest!
Proving there is no death!
Perhaps a transference of indifference...
We shed!
To lift us to other dimensions instead!
People are seeing 'things'!
That can not be describe as white,
With blond hair!
Green or blue blood shot eyes!
Goodbye reality!
There are just too many holes...
In the ability to maintain,
A stability going down the drain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Constancy Of A Noble Purpose
how must i tell you again
it is not the intelligence but the
constancy of purpose
at first and then
you either do not listen when you
heard me clear or
you simply cannot accept it and
change
you believe always on intelligence
and so i watch you risk everything upon it
trying to explain every grain of sand
and there too many of them
and they invade your intelligence and
they bury it
then
finally killing you
suffocating you because the sands in their
constancy of purpose
never believe what intelligence
preaches and
bragged.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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IF It Has Taken Years to Inflict 'This
If it has taken years to inflict,
The awareness of fear and conflict.
It is going to take a complete letting go,
Of all those 'stable' things we've come to know...
As unshakable standards,
Demanded by those who command.
With full acknowledgement,
Of an invested ignorance...
That has not returned a dividend since,
Implemented.
However,
There has been a decadent waste worshipped.
By a taste uninhibited by displays of disrespect.
As grown to be expected as accepted.
And...
IF it has taken years to inflict 'this' awareness,
Of fear and conflict.
It is going to take a complete letting go,
Of all those 'stable' things we've come to know...
As unshakable standards,
Demanded by those who command.
Since nothing as it was or had been then...
Is recognizable enough to bluff over boundaries.
Or to fight for the occupation of turf!
To realize after many lives die...
Gone is the vanity and the struggle over worth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just To Delight In The Excitement Of It
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
With a quest to deceive,
And disturb with ease...
Where there are signs of peace freed.
Misdeeds are activities,
Demons purposely release...
With beliefs of receiving satisfaction.
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
But to the demons' surprise...
These wicked strides begun,
Eventually do come to an end!
With no sympathy to those demonic given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limitations of Tranquility
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Share it with those in need.
Especially those who feed on myths.
Trying their best to fit in...
A history they affix to a reality
That has been tricked and rewritten!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known...
Some people can not accept,
Their ancestors were thieves and heathens.
Who worshipped their sins in dens of evil.
And now they pay for these medieval deeds!
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
It is shown they have an absence of this.
Their entire existence has them betwixt...
Having an intelligence that sits
Within borders of treason!
They can not reason.
They accept others outside of their barricades,
As odd and below façades they've made.
They have no idea,
They bring fear amongst themselves!
To endear conflict they instill to thrive to prosper.
And deluded with limitations of tranquility.
That has weakened a peace...
From those they spend in frustrations to conquer.
You have to give some folks much love.
If you have it and it's known.
They do not know it.
This has never to them been shown!
They are descendents of war!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Easier The Comformity
It is easy to interpret a misunderstanding,
If that is what one wishes.
It is easy for one to choose conflict,
If 'that' is what one wishes.
It is comfortable for some,
To see others from a distance.
To observe them not as they exist.
But what they've been told.
Since no emotions have been exchanged...
To acknowledge truth,
Face to face.
Or any touching visit.
It is easy to interpret a misunderstanding,
If that is what one wishes.
It is easy for one to choose conflict,
If 'that' is what one wishes.
And the easier the comformity to what one believes...
Becomes that which is wished to inflict upon one's consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exposing Any Of That Makes Them Upset
How many opportunities should be given,
To those who are clearly incompetent?
'Are they liked and impressively dressed? '
Well...
Yes.
'Do they appear to be dim of wit.
And protected by others who prefer them best? '
Well..
Yes.
Of course.
'Accept their incompetence.
What else should you expect.
A respect for intelligence,
You have yet from them to get?
Stop deluding yourself with reality.
Where has that ever been seen to be detected?
Accept their incompetence.
Forget any signs of intelligence.
Exposing any of that makes them upset.
If not diminished into a novelty...
To diffuse its seriousness.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything, everything in war is barbaric... But the worst barbarity of war is that it forces men collectively to commit acts against which individually they would revolt with their whole being.
It Is Not
Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.
Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.
Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Risky Business
Respecting others in some places,
Can be a risky business.
Especially in climates,
Where thieving and feeding one's greed...
Is the first thing one is taught to address,
With a few scriptures to learn and quote...
To denote one's religious affiliation.
Respecting others in some places,
Can be a risky business.
Since expressing it is attached to weakness.
And people who believe someone is weak,
In atmospheres like this...
Are often the butt-end of jokes.
Until they are provoked to then be labelled crazy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear Love
I fear love
like the wild fox
always so ready to bite
to devour its heart’s delicacy
I fear the lightening bolt of love
like the hidden venomous snake
poised to strike the soul
not knowing where, till its fallen
I fear the hungry love
happily gnawing away
on the meat of my heart
leaving stains in its feasting wake
I fear accepting love
its safer to freely give away
than accept, commit
and admit a heart’s necessity
I fear your love
exposing my true weakness
that I may not be able
to live without it
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I'm a big believer in the fact that life is about preparation, preparation, preparation.
quote by Johnnie Cochran
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Everybody Is Someone
stumbling I fall away it's hard to make a change
easy to be who you are when no one knows your name
walking past the lonely walls with eyes as cold as stone
climb inside the emptiness it's safe when you're alone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just look around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
all this time you lived alone without a memory
built your life upon the ground that sinks beneath your feet
step outside the misery for once you feel alive
second chances only come around once in a life
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just turn around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just turn around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just look around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
song performed by by Lifehouse
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Man Is Foolish
The human mind works on three tiers
With upper, middle and lower levels
As the conscious mind, the subconscious
And the unconscious respectively.
While the conscious mind is voluntary,
The subconscious and the unconscious
Are autonomous and automatic.
The conscious mind is to one's awareness.
The subconscious colours the conscious mind
And the unconscious is independent.
Sexual overtone in the subconscious
Will impact the external behaviors.
The subconscious is the reservoir of
Lust, jealousy, fear, hatred and revenge.
Bitten by a dog, one is struck with fear,
Which lurks deep inside to fear any dog.
The subconscious and the unconscious
Are responsible for all the actions
Done impulsively or instinctively.
One is helpless to be not foolish.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Worthiness of Love
Find your soul
When your personality
Becomes abusive;
Discover your higher self
When darkness becomes intrusive.
If you meet no resistance
When treating someone unkindly,
Do not give way
And go full steam ahead
In your attempt
To make someone feel small.
At the end of the day,
We can only bless or curse ourselves,
We are the sole thief
Ransacking the treasury of our dignity.
Every harm we do unto others
We commit against ourselves;
Every fear and every tear
We inflict upon another
Lessons our own humanity
And worthiness of love.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Is
Denial is ignorance
Ignorance is effortless
Effortless is defeat
Defeat is inevitable
Inevitable is conflict
Conflict is barbaric
Barbaric is blindness
Blindness is masked
Masked is unwilling
Unwilling is retreat
Retreat is alone
Alone is conceit
Conceit is pride
Pride is drowning
Drowning is fate
Fate is bleak
Bleak is darkness
Darkness is hate
Hate is regret
Regret is evasion
Evasion is deceit
Deceit is denial
poem by Dave Brucker
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Beauty is holistic
Be clean; you are conscious of skin.
Do yoga; you are conscious of body.
Do prnayama; you are conscious of energy.
Do meditation; you are conscious of mind.
Being conscious of it is strengthening of it.
Then which woman can resist you?
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fear is Everywhere You look
Everyone has a fear
They don’t even know where it comes from
Fear is everywhere you don’t have to look
There are fears that scare little kids
Like the dark or the monster in the closet
But without fear the world would fall into darkness
There are some people that fear other people
And some that fear water
But a lot of people fear the end of the world
There are people that do not have any fear
They are the people that are different
Even if they hide their fears from humanity
I am someone that is different
But I will tell you my fear
And that is
The fear of my friends dying first
I could not live with out my friends
A man once told me that fear is away to run
Show no fear even in the eyes of the end
Fear is everywhere you look
I told you my fear
I think that you have a fear too
But if you dare to tell
That is your choose
I do not control you
I have said that fear is everywhere you look
What is your worst fear? ? ?
I will not judge you if you tell! ! !
poem by Thomas Henderson
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Play Me For a Fool You May
Play me for a fool you may.
To inflict a public stumbling fall.
I am not that weak to sit still and weep!
Or complain that my knees
Scrap from a toilful crawl.
Slander, backstab, defame with games.
Laugh if you must if this is your aim.
Make sure my friends and family see me shamed.
But I've learned to get up,
From any ditch trenched by those gutless...
Satisfied to whine on their shiftless butts!
Play me for a fool you may.
Tell others who demean,
I am wallowing in dismay!
During my struggles seen...
I may be in complete disarray.
But one day you will see,
Me erect and standing tall.
As conflict upon conflict...
Comes to visit you afterall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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