To Do This Right Is the Objective
Inside of this vehicle I am,
Fueled to allow me to drive...
To maneuver through obstacles experienced,
We have come to accept and call life.
And to do this right is the objective.
Although blinded perceptions,
May bring regretful limitation...
To obscure what is envisioned.
Continuing until it is finished,
We keep a faith and entitled that bravery.
Hoping to make less mistakes,
No matter what it takes to initially face them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Especially When I Ride or Drive
As long as God has the key,
To ignite my engine.
He, She or It...
Are allowed to drive it as They wish.
And until that time comes,
When the turning of my engine is off...
And it no longer runs.
I'll be inside this 'vehicle'.
Exploring with my own interpretation...
Those experiences that come.
Inspiring fresh and rewarding sensations,
I feel so blessed to have visit.
And with open arms,
I will be here to welcome every bit of it!
Free of false alarms.
You may present your obstacles...
But I am sure each one of them,
Will be dealt with as God sees fit!
Since My Creator does not accept,
A playing behind the wheel.
Especially when I ride or drive...
And He is right there by my side!
With equal appealing zest and zeal,
As I comfortably sit.
Observing with such a fulfilling enjoyment.
My life...
I do not take this gift for granted!
So do not get this confused...
With any misguided agenda to infuse,
Beliefs I wont see...
Blinded foolishness used on me.
My devotion to and faith in God,
Keeps me well prepared!
In a place I am fortunate to be and receive.
With my spirit guides knowing...
What is going on everywhere!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Call Him Daddy
It was six in the morning
When I made the county line
There's someone I got to talk to
I can't get it off my mind.
He's just a kid
And he's in a pretty rough spot
Two dimes to make a phone call
That's about all I've got.
How's my boy today?
I know it's been three weeks
But you know how far I've got to go
To make those loose ends meet.
How's your mama now
With her new live-in friend
Oh, how I hate the wounds
That never seem to mend.
Chorus:
And he says I don't call him daddy
But he takes care of things
When you pick me up on Friday
Are you gonna bring me anything?
Oh, don't worry dad, ya know
It don't matter what we do
I don't call him daddy
He could never be like you
Never be like you.
God bless their little hearts
They're the ones who really pay
When mom and dad can't get along
And go their seperate ways.
In a way I'm glad there's someone
There to fill the empty place
Tears of understanding
Streak down a dirty face.
Chorus:
And he says I don't call him daddy
But he takes care of things
When you pick me up on Friday
Are you gonna bring me anything?
Oh, don't worry dad, ya know
It don't matter what we do
I don't call him daddy
He could never be like you
Never be like you.
He is quite a little man
Growing up as fast as he can
And I don't get to see him
Half as much as I had planned.
There's so much I need to tell him
So precious little time
A little rain on the window
In a little way goodbye.
Chorus:
And he says I don't call him daddy
But he takes care of things
When you pick me up on Friday
Are you gonna bring me anything?
Oh, don't worry dad, ya know
It don't matter what we do
I don't call him daddy
He could never be like you
Never be like you.
Chorus:
And he says I don't call him daddy
But he takes care of things
When you pick me up on Friday
Are you gonna bring me anything?
Oh, don't worry dad, ya know
It don't matter what we do
I don't call him daddy
He could never be like you
Never be like you...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Fix Your Own Wreckage
You fix your own wreckage.
I have lost all patience to assist.
When I determined I would face obstacles,
Alone on my path is how I did it.
Even those who knew my struggles,
Did not trouble themselves to be curious.
Nor when they witnessed my crawling on knees,
To me not one expressed concern or interest.
You fix your own wreckage.
I have lost all patience to assist.
When I determined I would face obstacles,
Alone on my path is how I did it.
Call me selfish!
Call me whatever you please.
But nowhere around were you...
When a healing began with a kept faith within me.
You fix your own wreckage.
And make 'that' your opportunity,
To appreciate your life...
With a making of less excuses done so easily.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth and Reality (Opinion)
Daily at the end of my "anusthaanam"-(spiritual ritual) ", I make a strong, fervent and sincere prayer to the Divinity that intellectuals and scholars in the world should be fearless and speak the truth without any inhibitions. This has been the tradition of our ancestors and speaking truth is essential for the benefit of the society and the society will be able to know the actualities and act on them.
Normally the rulers do not like the truth to be known. Also leaders of ideologies, religions, their supporters and the like also do not like the truth to be known to the ordinary people. The writers are normally and should be fearless such that the ills and evils in the society are exposed and remedial measures are taken. But what is truth?
Truth is what it is or as it is irrespective of perceptions of the individuals. Reality is what we see of truth; how much we see of truth. Reality is always dictated by our mental make-up, likes, dislikes, limitations in our ability and willingness to see, view, comprehend and accept the truth. Reality is individual's perception of the truth. Truth, most of the times, is only perceived and rarely understood or experienced. Thus reality is limited truth. Reality is either inability to be truthful or inability and limitations of the individual to see the truth unbiased. Also truth corresponds to the individual, about himself, his Self and the reality corresponds to the objective world within and without the body of the individual.
Real situations are compromised states of existence in the attempt of pursuit of the truth. We all talk about truth limited by our perception and not the truth most of the times. We have compulsions inbuilt, acquired or imagined not to accept the truth and allow truth to be spoken or spread through us. But truth is a flowing river. It may flood us but it never dries up. On the other the reality is like a stagnated lake. Our fear of repercussions taking place if we speak, accept or propagate truth, make us real and not truthful. We prefer peaceful and calm life. We call that realistic approach and adjust and compromise.
Thus, most of the times, we are not truthful. We are all limited and confined to our perceptions of truth. Truth is best revealed when understood or experienced. But we rarely get such insight. All our knowledge and information is hearsay through books, newspapers, magazines, radio and TV news channels, web sites etc, . We are all aware that these books and news items are filtered through the editors and owners of these media. Thus the perceptions of these responsible and financing individuals decide the truth content in the item. We pick up these as truth and argue or form our own perceptions. Sometimes the editorial policy of the editors or owners of these media do not allow truth as it is to reach us when they find it objectionable in that form. Thus truth is never completely known or allowed to be known and hence not completely comprehended. The fears, imaginations, illusions shape our perceptions and our comprehension of the truth. Many times it appears that no absolute truth exists or known, perceived or understood and experienced. Just as feelings and perceptions of good and bad and other qualities, truth is also relative as "truth to me", "truth to him", "truth to you", "truth to them" and a truth accepted by all is not possible and available to be expressed, accepted or spread and we all mistake our perceptions of truth as truth without understanding or experiencing the truth. But truth is like fire. It can not be hidden or held in hand.
the palm. Truth sneaks through our cautions and suppression and declares itself.
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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Bravery defined
What is bravery?
To hunt a tiger,
To win a battle,
To kill an enemy
Or to face a danger?
The bravery is
To confess the truth,
To repent for the sin,
To accept the ignorance
And to reap punishment.
The bravery is
To win within
And not to win without.
03.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Our Stubborn Definitions Kept
Most of us were taught to keep sustained,
Only one interest.
And that would be kept in ourselves.
We were taught to look at others,
As charity cases, subservient and weak.
And delighted to defeat them as seen on TV.
Or with games to highlight our 'worldly' aggressions.
With obsessions to dominate.
We were taught to believe,
We were entitled to take anything we touched.
With a declaring of it ours immediately.
No matter whose hands grasped it first.
Or feet stood upon it since time began.
No matter what 'it' was we wanted...
It was ours with a declaring of a victory.
We were taught to perceive ourselves,
As the greatest things on Earth...
God has ever made from birth.
With a feeding on images to thirst this.
We isolated ourselves from those,
Who did not accept our ways!
And today we can not accept 'ourselves'...
Being without.
And we demand that others pay...
For the greeding of our selfishness,
To maintain our perceptions,
Within us nurtured to stay.
And those who have known us to be,
Highly motivated by our creative thoughts...
Are wishing us the best,
With a battle with truth now on our doorsteps.
And in a foolishness keeps us in this struggle fought.
And most of us protest this 'invader'...
That has come to test,
Our stubborn definitions kept with such conviction.
No matter what it takes...
We honor those who give away their lives,
In a public display to say they are out heroes.
But those in the know pray for their souls.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Inside
If one is misunderstanding,
The connection between...
Passion,
Sacrifice and discipline.
Loyalty and devotion...
And the love of life,
To experience what it takes...
Being fortunate to witness,
The unfolding of happiness...
Through trials and tribulations?
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
And to survive defeating obstacles,
With heartaches to shake?
Someone delusional lives in wait,
Procrastinating in needless self debate...
For someone else,
To deliver to them their expectations.
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
And...
That had already been done,
An expectation!
When they were gifted with birth!
Just like everyone else...
That has come to feel the rays of Sun.
And this is an occurrence that has happened,
With or without their acknowledgement!
Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!
Yet,
Hopefully...
One day this all connects!
Turbulence,
Begets turbulence...
Begets no peace felt,
To be from one released!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since He Sees and Can Be All Over the Place
I am just inside for the ride.
Accepting that,
I sit back...
And let God drive.
I once tried to get my way behind the wheel.
And repeatedly turned down deadend roads.
Only to behold,
A growing of my own ignorance.
And 'this' I can reveal.
I now sit back and let God drive.
This 'vehicle' I'm in and ride inside,
God knows better than I...
How to steer it clear from temptations,
That attract me.
To sideswipe and undermine my dignity.
God knew it.
He wanted me to go through it.
And that was a hard testing of my pride...
I had to learn!
God in my life is the driver.
Now I let God do what He does!
With less concern.
And since He sees and can be all over the place,
I keep my faith.
Knowing God,
If He so chooses...
Will accelerate or apply the brakes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bring Me To Life
How can you see into my eyes,
Like open doors ?
Leading you down into my core,
Where I've become so numb.
Without a soul. My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold,
Until you find it there and lead it back home.
Wake me up inside,
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run,
Before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Now that I know what I'm without,
You can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real,
Bring me to life.
Wake me up inside,
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run,
Before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life,
Bring me to life.
Frozen inside without your touch,
Without your love, darling,
[Only you] Only you are the life among the dead.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems,
Got to open my eyes to everything.
[Don't let me die here]
Bring me to life.
Wake me up inside,
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run,
Before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life,
[Bring me to life],
Bring me to life.
song performed by by Evanescence
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With Faith Felt Deeply
And with a faith felt deeply,
Within me like nothing else...
I pray.
Everyday.
There is something unexplainable,
I know inside that connects.
Something there aware of me.
and what it should be,
Without my questioning to accept.
And with hope and not fear,
I boldly take forward steps.
I boldly face obstacles unafraid.
And with faith felt deeply,
I pray.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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White Canvas
Stories are painted
In lines on your face
Misunderstandings
And little mistakes
A chance to start over
Is all that it takes
You know if you do
Your life is a canvas
The colors are you
Follow me out
Follow me 'round
Let's make the road up as we go along
Just as we planned
You want to believe it
You know that it's true
Your life is a canvas
The colors are you
You cannot erase them
The words that were said
Just paint them over
Inside of your head
All that is needed
You know you must make
One leap of faith
Everything else will fall into place
Follow me out
Follow me 'round
Let's make it up and go back
To where it began
All that is needed
Is one leap of faith
Everything else will fall into place
Anywhere you'll ever go
Everyone you'll ever know
You may never find it
Everyone you'll ever see
Anyone you choose to be
How you look will decide
How you look will decide what you see
Follow the moon
Follow the sun
Let's make a deal this time
To stay with the plan
All that is needed is one leap of faith
Everything else will fall into place
Everything else will fall into place
Stories are painted
In the lines of your face...
song performed by by A-Ha
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Accept And Forgive
Forgiveness is forgiving someone
no matter how difficult it seems,
For nothing is never that difficult,
Imagine a beautiful bird and let it
fly away,
Nothing can stop you from fulfilling
your dreams,
It is only doubt that stands in your way,
Doubt is nothing but a stop sign,
You learn to walk on by and be on your
way,
Never let anyone cause you sadness or grief,
Be strong and have plenty of faith,
Faith is stronger than you think,
Believe in yourself always,
Remember your mistakes only make you wiser,
No one is perfect that is a true fact,
Have a better understanding of people you
speak too,
Are they negative or positive?
Negative ones be on your way,
As I learn to move on through all my doubts,
Sadness and sorrow be gone,
I replace them with love and forgiveness,
Even a loss of a loved one or a break up,
We must always learn to let go,
No matter what situations we face
We get through by a prayer,
Something new always comes our way,
Life is never all that easy,
That is when we must always learn to
accept and forgive.
poem by Derek James
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So Thoughtless Are We
Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.
Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.
Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
Although allowing all,
To run into walls and make mistakes.
God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
For purposes to celebrate.
Hoping to correct,
Our reasons to hate.
But we seem so unconscious,
Of this miracle of life we have.
So thoughtless are we,
We actually believe...
God is a figment of our fantasies.
We seem so unconscious,
Of Mother Nature and of Earth.
As if 'scientists' made the Moon, Stars and Sun.
And they've proclaimed our lives the center of it.
As if our lives here on Earth...
Are the only ones lived,
In this 'massive' Universe.
Where needs to feed,
Understandings with a thirst.
With some isolated to debate their fates.
Wanting to be,
The only ones who are chosen to be 'first'.
Not only are our minds blinded...
But our eyes deceive,
Just to tease these selfish greeds.
Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.
Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.
Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
But make mistakes.
God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
God gives.
And only from us God can take!
So much.
And yet...
Surprise us with much more.
If we accept and appreciate,
Why we are here.
And 'WHO' and 'WHAT' IT is,
Our lives are lived here for!
'Place no other gods before ME!
That's ALL I ask!
How difficult 'is' that task? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through This Slow Involving Process
I've known of sacrifice and limitation,
Most of my life.
I've observed those with wealth,
Drive through my neighborhood.
With noses turned up,
And windows closed tight.
I've walked amongst the rich downtown,
Holding their heads down as I passed.
Or sniff their noses as if I smelled of trash.
They wanted me to notice,
How insignificant they wanted me to feel.
Beneath them.
I never thought I would see a day...
Shine so brightly as these days today.
Times change and forgiveness occurs.
A growth process takes place.
A radiance of faith and hope,
Sparkles within the eyes of so many.
I'm not too quick to forget,
Someone spitting in my face.
Or being disgraced by unfaithful mates.
Or having my name slandered...
All over the place,
By those delighting in character assassinations.
But...
I'm 'trying' to forgive!
However...
I 'am' reminded,
The process of higher consciousness has begun taking affect.
And since I've been 'accused' of being intelligent...
What has happened in my past I 'should' forget!
As if I live my life emotionless.
Empty and free of a feeling to feel!
'Oh do I have some news for some folks.
I am not provoked without storing that away,
In my memory file entitled, 'Things To Address'
But I express my feelings like this...
Seriously.
'I am 'still' a work-in-progress!
And I am doing my very best...
Not to feel sheer joy and happiness,
When someone gets a 'payback'...
Received from a time when they did not mind,
Causing me much duress, anger and bitterness to digest.
And from this...
I am hoping to heal.
Through this slow involving process,
Without expressing too much laughter! '
God 'Is' so good all the time...
Aint He?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How It Has Been Depicted
That which can not be envisioned,
In a mind yet unable to see clearly...
A defending of that,
Which increases in limitation...
Becomes more depended upon,
To supply one with a needed relief.
With an attachment to that,
Which has been declared acceptable.
Until it no longer is comforting to do it.
Or a proving that deception is useless.
And a belief that has been inflicted,
Will always be defended.
And that is as natural...
As one being offended,
By that which is unknown.
Until the unknown becomes no longer feared.
And to fear that which is unfamiliar,
Is a process that continues to deform the 'norm'...
Of one's ability to see beyond a conformity,
That demands a following of perceptions.
Kept intact and respected as fact.
Although the effects of rejecting truth,
Can not be said to provide a wealth of mental health.
Or sustains a faith so great one chooses,
To stay and remain uninformed.
Not for what truth is but how it has been depicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's All It Takes
May my words
Float forever on the winds
Stopping only
To comfort
All my friends
For life can cruel
No matter what your age
For we all carry something
That can always bring us down
So let these words lift you
Make you realize
That someone cares
For that is all it takes
To clear of of life's mistakes
For God loves us just
As We are
poem by David Kush
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Beautiful (remix)
Everyday is so wonderful, then suddenly, it's hard to breathe
Now and then i get insecure, from all the pain
I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
So don't you bring me down today
To all your friends your delirious
So comsumed in all your doom
Trying hard to feel the emptiness, the peace is gone,
Left the puzzle undone ,is that the way it is?
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down
'Cause you are beautiful in every single way
Yes words can'tbring you down
So don't you bring me down today
No matter what we do
No matter what we say
We're the song inside the tune, full of beautiful mistakes
And every were we go the sun will always shine
And tomorrow we might awake up on the other side
'Cause we are beautiful no matter what they say
Yes words won't bring us down
Ohh, i ,ohhhh
So don't you bring me down Ohh, i ,ohhhh today.....
song performed by by 50 Cent
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Those Same Obstacles Will Be There
Why should I go somewhere else,
To do and be who it is I am?
So many others have chosen to do just that.
Only to discover with a backtracking,
They still have no clue as to who they are.
Or for what purpose,
They live to exist to accept and not resist.
For some reason I have always known this.
To not backtrack to avoid facing facts.
And it didn't matter where I chose to sit.
Or be confronted with obstacles I know exist.
Realizing those same obstacles will be there,
No matter where one goes to confront...
That which opposes the being of who one 'is'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Faith To Face Unknown Obstacles
Coached to approach one's life,
Without the feeling of intimidation...
Is more than a task to ask,
To be done to do by anyone...
With no one there clearing a path,
For that one who takes risks...
With faith to face unknown obstacles,
Every step of the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God 'IS' The Master Planner
What lessons are learned,
When someone adored...
Suddenly from us,
Quickly passes?
And we on 'this' side...
Are too overcome inside with grief!
The shedding of a shell,
We recognize and know well...
Oozes from this 'vehicle' encased.
With a consciousness that transcends us,
To another place.
We come to accept this as a door...
That opens.
All of us living,
Will experience and explore.
Since life for us all as known...
Does not last forever.
Like a fairytale in a 'forevermore'.
Although many of us stubbornly wish,
This was God's gift to us condoned.
Hoping with a lost power...
This gift to us given,
Is not so shockingly dismissed!
With a heartbreak that descends.
And tears without end seeming to flow.
A vacancy felt within,
Soon begins that 'mourning'
We all come to know.
And that emptiness lingers...
Until 'something' inside of us,
Heals with an acknowledgement...
This is just the beginning,
And not a final end of such a mysterious 'trip'.
God 'is' The Master Planner!
And with kept faith,
We pray and trust in Him!
We do it and we must...
As witnesses to learn and grow.
Aboard this 'journey'...
An invisible God has bestowed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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