To Continue With Such Senselessness
You will not destroy this creation made.
Although you will try with your divisiveness...
To continue with such senselessness.
With proof your hatred,
Can and will be soon dismissed!
You may attempt to succeed,
By stirring up worldly conflicts.
But your destruction of this planet,
Will no longer be allowed to exist.
A higher intelligence comes to dispense,
A knowledge it inflicts...
To put an end to the wickedness.
And those unconvinced...
Will find the evidence,
In ways they'll discover...
A superior consciousness,
Comes to leave them all defenseless!
And it is clear,
These 'beings' are already here...
Witnessing the foolishness,
To end it!
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How Much More
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Unconditional is that love that lifts,
From minds not pre-occupied with it!
Or fantasized to pleasure and tease.
As something on a list,
Required as a prerequisite!
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Expectations and preferences,
Finds one living life with regrets and disappointments.
Dismissing one's looks,
As a book unread...
Yet accepting a physicality,
Without chemistry...
Delivers a reality!
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Or deal with a second hand romance...
Taking a chance,
That whatever isn't there...
May with time be forced to fit!
How much more,
Can one put up with this?
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
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Identifiable Senselessness
A fool will always insist,
There is something besides an imbecile...
Inside that resides and does exist.
It is just the proving of this...
Seems much deeper under the surface,
That even floodlights can not find the evidence...
Because of the darkness clouding,
This kind of clownish mind...
All of the time,
With an identifiable senselessness.
A fool will always insist,
There is something besides an imbecile...
Inside that resides and does exist.
One argument is,
If one cares to know...
A fool would rather not let just anyone be exposed,
To a rare an unappreciated intelligence kept within.
Stop grinning!
For the fear that polluted thoughts may attempt to corrupt,
The brilliance that is shown once secrets have been discussed.
That's 'that' argument.
Now...
The more popular argument is,
That the proof is in the pudding.
And very few have any patience left,
To stay around wishing to get a taste of it!
With the amusement of waiting for an appearance,
Dwindling quicker by the minute.
Knowing that a fool is just seeking the attention.
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Cruel to One Another
We are cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
And we do this as if,
We wish conflicts to exist.
When this world is our home.
To provide for us all.
None of us here...
Are strangers on a visit!
To make it unpleasant...
And to destroy it as we wish.
Even if we were...
To continue in this selfishness,
What a mess we have made of ourselves.
Picking and choosing,
The kind of lives we like!
And criticizing to despise with hatred,
Others we chase away...
From places they reside.
When this creation was 'divinely' made,
For us...
From God,
To appreciate and celebrate...
The life to us God gave!
Yes...
We are,
Cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
As we blindly ruin our own quality of life...
To seperate with standards,
That is taking a nosedive into a darkness.
And promising to end...
Arguments of dislikes,
And the dimming of Sunlight...
Only fools will accept,
On a downward spiral without regret!
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There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
quote by Bram Stoker
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Persisting To Exist To Pester
If it has been what it is,
And you've been made to believe...
It was not!
And you discover a truth from you,
Has been intentionally dismissed.
What else is there connected,
To your disbeliefs...
Persisting to exist to pester?
Perhaps you should investigate,
This annoyance that irritates.
To uncover why it insists to prick you.
Why keep defying in denial the reality of it!
If you don't mind,
I would like to leave you with this...
I wouldn't continue to question its existence.
I would suspect the validity of those beliefs you keep.
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Lack of Depth
The country was founded on racist principles.
It is a fact many can not face.
And...
Here it is in 2009,
They seek evidence to defend their insecurities.
And those who know this is what they do...
Supply it.
It is a game of sorts.
Of a mindless kind.
And harbored behind suburban walls...
Most of the time.
Whether monkeys are on the front pages,
Of newspapers depicting ignorant images...
To disrespect a loved leader.
As a warning to feed the masses.
And printed and defended by those 'innocent'.
Swept away by their own corrupted decadence.
Or displayed in a bookstore window...
With the offerings of President Obama.
To attract attention...
To the depths of their 'nobled' shallowness.
And digressed intentions clearly meant.
Of those lacking intelligence...
As something a degree defines for them.
So sick is all of this.
They seem to celebrate their wickedness.
And intelligence that is of a higher state of mind...
Has never been one of their attributes.
Theft, deception, lieing and hate expressions...
Are the basis of their foundations made.
And so apparent are these...their 'gifts'.
Folks will always find these kinds of people,
Doing the best they can to agitate.
Afterall...
They do feel they are superior!
However...
They are just not convincing enough to be!
Not to those who they expose their lack of depth,
Or express a consciousness.
Unless...
To offend others.
Especially those of color,
They feel free to unleash their demented contempt.
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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!
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Not Only Accepted But Endorsed
When one is revealed to have an intelligence,
Among others who are more interested...
In displaying an ignorance,
That entertains in delighting...
Acceptable foolishness.
Here can be found in environments like this...
Is a total absence of an accountable responsibility.
With an insistence that persists.
And those who appear,
To have acquired an 'intelligence'...
Are often dismissed as novelties.
In environments,
Where a lack of discipline and laziness...
Is not only accepted,
But endorsed as a reflection...
Of what a mindlessness can enforce to exist.
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Staring Them In the Face As Proof
To 'know' God is to be 'free' of inhibitions...
Pretensions and superstitions,
Those demonic live to identify.
To restrict consciousness to limits.
With attempts to keep what is valued unchanged.
And controlled
By delusion and the enforcement of conflict!
But then again...
Some folks are waiting for evidence that God exists.
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
And the Earth,
The living reason that affords all to leech upon it...
Shakes everywhere beneath their fragile feet.
With the hope of awakening a broadened consciousness.
And the knowledge that man made time is not on their side,
Waiting in an understood patience...
For absent minds to decide,
Which 'fate' is more acceptable to take.
And which one should be left,
To address in debate!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
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We're Still Here The Humans Have Died
The animals on Earth have decided to meet,
Almost every life form will have a seat,
The Human Race have not been invited,
The reason is we have been indicted.
For mass destruction you stand accused,
The world's resources you have abused,
It has to be said at all others expense,
For neglect of duty there is no defence.
Rainforests decimated, oceans polluted,
All over the planet your destruction's commuted,
In the name of God you continue to destroy,
That '' superior'' intelligence you refuse to deploy.
As the planet warms extinctions grow faster,
You refuse to believe because you are the master,
Master of destruction should be your title,
Vast wealth over health to you is more vital.
While you hunted for diamonds and precious metals,
You failed to notice all the dying petals,
Due to greed and corruption there is nothing left,
Of common sense you are all bereft.
As the food ran out your minds were elsewhere,
So long as you were rich you just didn't care,
The water evaporated until there was none,
Caused by your negligence and the warming sun.
Then came the day you all started to cry,
Our planets oil had finally run dry,
Suddenly humankind had run out of hope,
Without their black gold they could no longer cope.
Their lives were in turmoil so they started to fight,
Although killing each other will never be right,
We just sat back and watched the destruction,
You're all fully versed in causing a ruction.
After a nuclear holocaust the fighting ended,
With you all gone now the Earth could be mended,
Extinctions are now a thing of the past,
Your cruelty and neglect left us all aghast.
We did you no harm yet it's us you deprived,
If you'd heeded the warnings all life could have thrived,
But our summit is over we've been vilified,
‘' We're still Here The Humans Have Died ‘'
Profits Made to Keep Us Deluded Are Less
Are you and I better off than we were yesterday?
I would say yes.
Since profits made to keep us deluded are less.
And we seem to be awakening,
To a higher consciousness.
Although there are many,
Who still can not bring themselves to confess...
Conflicts addressed with unrest,
Does nothing to increase one's feeling of happiness.
And yet...
They let regrets continue to linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maverick Voyages
Startling is the absence of vision.
It is clear these maverick voyages...
Have aborted from specifics.
It is as if an advancement towards the horizon,
Has been legislated to be dismissed.
And debating this,
Has led to retaliation.
And a resistance against its existence.
Maverick voyages have been declared annoyances!
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an acceptance of diversity.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an empathy for those in need.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an equality of all humanity.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an honesty believed or released.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is a hope that is wished!
However...
Balled fists prepared to strike and hit,
Is allowed to connect and inflict...
More hatred.
More resentment.
More bitterness...
Sitting in between grinding teeth that grit and spit!
Until all goodness felt,
Has been lifted to leave...
A mass obsession,
Depressed in aggressive anger!
Startling is the absence of vision.
It is clear these maverick voyages...
Have aborted from specifics.
It is as if an advancement towards the horizon,
Has been legislated to be dismissed.
And debating this,
Has led to retaliation.
And a resistance against its existence.
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An End to Divisiveness
An end to divisiveness...
And politics based on fear,
Is closing in.
This idealogy embraced for generations...
Has an opporitunity,
To finally disappear.
Those raised on us,
Versus 'they' and 'them' strategies...
To conquer and win.
Are witnessing those lapses of gaps,
Being bridged to seal...
A humanity fed on conflict.
A humanity fed on superiority motives...
Based on one's color of skin,
Coming to an end.
People sliced into diced pieces,
Now can fight to chase fears.
Sending that and other nonsense conflicts...
On a flight to forever vanish.
Sending it away to disappear.
If minds are allowed to awaken...
To remove the clouds from eyes,
To have their visions cleared.
Inspite those who will for purposes continue...
A desperate need,
To keep things falling apart.
To feed the delicious taste...
Of an evilness they've been fed to breed.
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Into Corners Of Weakness
It is amazing how they had praised themselves,
Into corners of weakness without a consciousness.
And...
Once believing themselves to be better than others.
To discover they are the ones now dismissed.
By their peers and those involved,
In their dissolving relationships.
It is amazing how they had attached to establishments.
The ones they believed,
Would never leave them in a bind behind...
The current changes that exist.
And the speed of this done has them in mental fits.
With no lifeline to free or rescue them,
From decisions they made creating their own unhappiness.
It is amazing how they had praised themselves,
Into corners of weakness without a consciousness.
And...
To witness them awakening to witness their hearts breaking,
Shakens those who were left exposed...
To their quick critiquing and judgements passed,
Now to view their shoulders hunched is an image that is so sad.
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Masters Of Their Own Subservience
When people have to be made,
To see and be convinced...
That the keeping of other human beings,
Stifled and oppressed AND limited...
Does not for them or anyone,
Increase or produce long lasting benefits.
There is nothing like the proving of it,
With a leaving them alone in their own ignorance.
To have them finally awaken to discover,
They've made themselves masters...
Of their own subservience.
With a dieing that tries to leave a few in control.
But of WHAT?
Creation?
When it is their own creation they seek to eliminate.
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I'm A Very Old Tree
Some of us can live for millions of years,
We've watched as the world's rolled by,
Witnessed all of its hopes and fears,
Now we weep as we watch our Earth die.
Living this way can be so hard to bear,
As none of us can intervene,
Which is really tough when you're fully aware,
Things are worse now than we've ever seen.
We watched the Dinosaurs come and go,
Mammoths and Sabre Tooth's too,
We're warning you now to let you all know,
The same fate is what awaits you,
Contrary to what you Humans think,
Your intelligence is really quite small,
As you take our planet to the very brink,
You are heading for an almighty fall.
You forget this planet belongs to all life,
Yet Mankind is hell bent on destruction,
Because of your acts we all suffer strife,
That's a pure and simple deduction.
Nuclear power cannot be controlled,
It is insane to even think that you can,
A major disaster now waits to unfold,
Devastation created by man.
The scenes we have witnessed are really sad
More so since you lot arrived,
Trying to control atoms is just utterly mad,
Destruction is what you have contrived.
Plundering Earths resources is really insane,
Soon you'll have ripped out her heart.
You are treating our planet with total disdain,
Very soon it will all come apart.
Killing each other you seem to enjoy,
Life to you really comes cheap,
Your aim in life is just to destroy,
For this your extinction you'll reap.
There is no precedent to the human race,
You destroy more than the rest of us combined,
You make no provision for the future you face,
You are truly one of a kind,
We've witnessed destruction on a massive scale
As for yours there is no equal,
Unless your madness you now curtail,
Believe me there will not be a sequel.
You may well think I'm self righteous and cruel,
But unless you take action now,
Our planet will become a stagnant pool,
You will get your comeuppance and how.
Your future is what you need to review,
How would you know, I hear you all ask,
Well I've been around much longer than you,
I've accrued the knowledge to take you to task.
Ignore the warnings and you'll pay the price,
Destroying our planet doesn't come free,
Mother nature is one powerful device,
How would I know?
‘' I'm A Very Old Tree ''
This Is A Choice They Made
Backbiters decided,
They would discredit the deeds done...
By the wrong people coming to their aid.
Those seething with envy and jealousy did this,
Believing they would end between themselves conflicts.
To be left with the more of it to exist.
Since those who backbite,
Only offer confusion and incompetence.
And eventually suffer from their own ignorance.
But then...
This is a choice they made with consciousness.
As exposed by the evidence too late admitted.
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Exhibitions of Genocide
This planet has not condoned or dismissed...
Exhibitions of genocide.
Remissed by those who participate in it!
For purposes of gentrification...
To relocate,
The ones in need who are left broken and shakened.
This planet has not condoned or dismissed...
These acts of selfishness,
With the ease that 'had' existed.
And those who have done this,
Will soon find themselves despised.
Not only by their own kind,
In time.
But also from the watchful eyes of God.
Who has begun to turn the tide.
With the destruction of values!
As witnessed by the influx,
Of those left with crazed minds!
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Ascension Ii
(Excerpt from a recent letter to a friend)
What is ascension;
Ascension to me means a move to higher consciousness in or out of the body. Those that want the status quo will be given the opportunity to remain in their immovable/unshakable mindset. Those that attain higher consciousness will have the choice to move on or stay to help enlighten those that are still asleep.
When referring to ascension regarding you, I meant that you have become wiser and better able t see that higher consciousness is your reward in this lifetime. Whether you choose to stay in your body or leave is optional.
I told Brandon this morning that our work during these difficult times is in our relationships. Reconciliation with family, friends and partnerships is what will move us toward enlightenment more quickly.
Trying to do battle with evil in the streets is counterproductive to our growth. Wickedness has a way of imploding and destroying itself.
Don't fret over Mother Earth, she's been taking care of herself for billions of years. When she's had enough she simply shakes off us fleas through cataclysm.
We need to clean up our own internal house ('Know Thyself') because this teaches us how to live in harmony with this planet and each other.
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