Unfulfilled
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Everything but truth has been sought.
Bringing tears to dropp from many dried eyes.
Crying about their losses and wondering why?
With hollowed prayers demanding from God...
To deliver them from the onslaught of reality,
They choose to deny in its entirety.
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Unfulfilled and blindly selfish.
Self centered and disrespecting.
And still trying to make attempts to climb,
A greased ladder!
If that was possible to achieve.
But to what heights could they freely breathe?
When it is on the ground,
Where the trees provide that need.
Many have become saddened,
By the aspects of truth.
And the discomfort it has brought,
Into their seeking lives.
Some have been led to believe,
Their lives are exclusively lived.
With disregard for others.
As if their moments here on Earth,
Have annointed them more deserving!
But all that changes...
When The Creator decides,
To take away what He alone awards...
With gratitude to those He knows,
Appreciates His Love.
And bestowing upon them proof,
Of His existence.
And many can not come to do this.
To recognize their eyes,
Would not open...
If this was not the will of God!
Since they have prioritized their lives...
To be lived in indifference.
Excited by the presence of ignorance.
With a helpless attachment to conflict!
Sealed by a victory.
At the expense of remaining,
Unfulfilled!
And killing themselves,
For the thrill of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saddened By The Lack Of It
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those without a reflective consciousness.
Those who elect to blindly have their way.
Without consulting with others.
Those who care less what others say.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who decide,
Only their opinions are legit.
Those who can not admit,
Their own limitations.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who express no empathy.
Or remorse shown to exist.
Those who sit in the midst of accusations.
Baiting and creating all aspects of conflict.
Saddened by the lack of their sense of humanity.
Yes!
We all should be saddened by this foolishness.
Since nothing that lives can afford this luxury.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Even the Obvious Shelters Can Protect Those Afraid
It is not easy,
Being the one deceived.
Or having that done,
By more than one.
But once that is known...
The flight from it,
Can bring one a happiness.
When it is realized,
How many have accepted it.
Without comprehending...
The participants and the depth of it!
It is not easy,
Discovering the truth.
When so many deny that it exists.
Afterall...
Aren't beliefs based on non-fiction?
How can so many,
Live addicted to fiction?
But it has been done!
And to awaken from delusions,
Can stun anyone!
And this stunning when it comes...
Many will attempt to shun!
However...
This is 'reality'.
There regardless...
Who decides from it to run!
And those who were taunted,
By those who flaunted lives of lies...
Are not the ones trying to disguise,
The gloom that appears in their eyes!
A consciousness that has arrived,
Is there openly to see.
And not stunted behind masquerades...
By those in fear,
Seeking somewhere to hide!
Or somewhere to cloak,
Unspoken feelings felt inside.
These are the days,
Bare neccesities are craved.
And yet egos in self praise...
Are the ones finding the most discomfort.
But truth never hides,
Or provides charades!
Not even the obvious shelters,
Can protect those afraid!
'This is the dawning of the Age of Reality.
The Age of Re-al-ity.
Ree-al-ity!
Harmony and understanding...
And so forth and so on it goes!
And where it stops?
Nobody knows! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
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Sweetened Medications
If being honest and the living of truth,
Was not considered offensive...
By those wishing to protect,
Their prefabricated lives with high-tech weapons...
There would be more people accepting,
Not only truth...
But the reality of their existence,
Without the need for sweetened medications.
Or other false addictions to sustain selfish habits...
To maintain self centered and self righteous beliefs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Longer Top Of The List
All of them the self-righteous types,
With ambtions to have status.
And socialize with whom they like.
These are the people who expect their lives,
Prioritized the moment...
A discomfort affects them by surprise.
And with 'means' to keep their flaws diminished,
While actively preventing...
Those with less the same benefits.
They now have to accept and come to realize,
No longer top of the list...
Are their wants and wishes prioritized.
'Why do 'we' have to go through this?
Isn't it understood who we are,
And who we know with influence?
We want our lives back like they were yesterday.
None of us could care less,
What a natural occurrence has from us taken away.
Why is it that we have to go through this?
We are better than that.
And we 'demand' what we had returned back to us,
And...
Make it quick.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Centerstage
Embellishments were the rage and was craved,
By them.
Their lives depended on their use.
Especially in recreating moments of reality.
And where they were when events took place.
And who did what as they relished being there!
While entertaining the lack of facts,
Dances upon their exaggerating faces.
They would never call what they do lieing!
Or misrepresenting the truth.
No! Not these troupers.
Remnants of reality,
Mixed with sweetened tweaks to flourish...
Is the best way to describe their 'romanticized' lives.
With their actual participation left undebated!
Since anyone listening would not know what to believe!
And those getting the attention,
Loved being centerstage!
This was a behavior encouraged...
By those seeking to be amused!
Why pay for the 'bow' when it can be had for free?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Illegitimate
No one knew.
They kept this to themselves.
For years they carried this,
On their shoulders.
With a pain unaddressed.
Cloaked in a silentness.
Then one day the birth of it shown.
They had secrets hidden and unknown.
And from their lips the truth of it flown.
Admitting it quick they felt illegitimate.
They had been impregnated by thoughts...
An outsider had brought.
None of which they claimed or sought.
And with others they had fought.
Until they realized the lies.
Seeking now to legitimize their cries.
Hoping their delay...
Has not jeopardized their lives!
They deserve to criticize like the rest.
Afterall...
The birthing of awareness,
Is something no one ever regrets.
When it comes to open minds...
Disception and dishonesty attempts to infest!
In these darkened times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poured Out By God
Every day our God uses us, as His Instruments for Christ Jesus,
Pouring out our lives for Him, the One offered up, for all our sin.
Using our lives for His Glory, as He continues Salvation’s Story,
The story beginning at the cross, where He died for sinners lost.
Pouring out what He puts in us, empty vessels made from dust,
Filling us up with Truth and Love, through The Spirit from above,
As we empty these lives of self, God fills us with eternal wealth,
Putting in us the Spirit of Christ, He uses us throughout this life.
A life surrendered to Jesus Christ, becomes for God a sacrifice,
For God to use us as He wills, while Christ’s purpose, He fulfills.
As Christ is building His Church, someone may end their search,
When that one is ready to know, Truth inside you God will show.
God fills men with all He needs, to pour Truth on seeking seeds,
The souls who were witnessed to, before they ever came to you.
He then pours His Truth and Light, from you, to give them sight,
Sight that opens up their heart, as you continue to do your part.
As we live our life for The Lord; blessings from God are poured,
On the men we come beside, through The Spirit who lives inside.
So fill your heart with His Word, and as His Truth inside is stirred,
The Truth inside, God has stored, for His purpose will be poured.
(Copyright ©01/2008)
What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her Truth
Your truth claims to be a reality
While her truth is the reality
Your truth is just another fallacy
While her truth states actuality
Your truth tries to call her an insurgent
Just another agent
Trying to spread hatred
When her truth really speaks for those you have murdered
For those you denied existence
After they fought for their freedom
Went to the streets to express their position
And you accused them of being destroyers
Ended their lives like they worth nothing
Your truth tried to oppress them
Suppress their voices
While her truth spoke for them
Went to the squares screaming for their liberty
Fighting for their authority
Your truth is only believed by those who shared your earnings
Those who sold their souls for the Benjamins
Used religion, race and lies to serve your purpose
While her truth refused to take it all
Her truth was so pure it refused to sell the martyrs blood
Your truth has become so little
So her truth rose above it and took over the scene
Your truth was caught out
Your truth was discovered
More and more are finding her truth
Seeing the Real Truth
And yours, of course, just wished it would have listened…
poem by Jacob Arden
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No Disparities Seen
If one grows accustomed to a joke,
And lives it as if...
That's the only reality lived they know.
And it is.
By what they show and choose to believe.
And surrounding themselves they do,
With jesters!
To uphold such valued standards!
It is a life felt that feels most comfortable.
Those opposing 'this' reality,
Are the ones oppressed and made to fear.
Made to become subservient.
Although they are the ones,
Closer to the truth...
Of all creation!
And their lives are despised.
Otherwise there would be no disparities seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is Truth?
Your truth againest mine
Mine againest yours
So many wars we fought
So many lives we lost
So many wars we will fight
So many lives we will lose
To guard our truth
For one to flourish
Others to perish
To buy heaven and be a winner
Losers shall be labeled as sinners
For their truth...
So we vowed for the truth
Nothing but the truth
But...
What is the truth?
poem by Fasika Ayalew
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He Lives In You
(mark a. mancina/jay rifkin/lebohang morake)
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
Night and the spirit of life calling
Oh, oh, iyo mamela oh, oh, iyo
And the voice with the fear of a child answers
Oh, oh, iyo iyo mamela
Wait! theres no mountain too great
Hear these words and have faith
Oh, oh, iyo
Have faith
Hela hey mamela, hela hey mamela
Hela hey mamela, hela hey mamela
He lives in you, he lives in me (hela hey mamela)
He watches over everything we see
Into the waters, into the truth
In your reflection, he lives in you
Dream, and the voice in the wind whispers
Oh, oh, iyo, iyo mamela oh, oh, iyo
Wait! theres no mountain too great
Hear these words and have faith
Oh, oh, iyo
He lives in you, he lives in me
He watches over everything we see
Into the waters, into the truth
In your reflection, he lives in you
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
He lives in you, he lives in me
He watches over everything we see
Into the water, into the truth
In your reflection, he lives in you
He lives in you (oh yeah), he lives in me
He watches over everything we see
Into the water, into the truth
In your reflection, he lives, he lives, he lives, he lives in you
He lives, he lives, he lives in you
He watches over everything we see
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Eloquence Of Truth
Coming from our experience,
Made of uniqueness,
Truth is the mankind option,
Seeking the truth is a matter of life.
Spoken words are coming to our lives,
Touching us with the essence or the poisson of the content,
After each true word or lie we've hear,
We get sensitized in our hearts and never same again.
Each word will have in us a tremenduous echo,
Each word will make us happy or sad,
True words or lies are part from our existence,
But the most important is the eloquence of truth.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Happiness Wishes
Once too often,
Many will come to one's aid...
To cater to a need stated.
With a giving done unquestioned.
And it only takes just one more time,
To make that time the last one.
With a giving done.
And whether it does or does not,
Deliver an awakening...
To affect one unconscious.
A sacrificing to do for another stops.
And those who do come,
To provide another with assistance...
Have lives of their own to live to do as done.
Lives lived they too come to realize,
Must also become prioritized...
Without jeopardizing their own,
Happiness wishes to want and not dismiss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Lives In You
(m. mancina, j. rifkin, lebo m.)
Producers:
Album: the lion king collection (europe-99)
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
He lives in you
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
Night
And the spirit of life
Calling...
Mamela
Ubukhosi bo khokho
We ndodana ye sizwe sonke
Wait
Theres no mountain too great
Hear the words and have faith oh oh
Have faith
Hela hey mamela
He lives in you, he lives in me
He watches over everything we see
Into the water, into the truth
In your reflection; he lives in you
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
He lives in you, he lives in me
He watches over everything we see
Into the water, into the truth
In your reflection; he lives in you
Night
And the spirit of life
Calling...mamela
He lives in you, he lives in me
He watches over everything we see
Into the water, into the truth
In your reflection; he lives in you
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
He lives in you
Ingonyama nengw enamabala
song performed by by Tina Turner
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The Ones Who Now Look Back
For most of their lives,
They did exactly what they wanted.
And signs of change,
Were beginning to glow...
With neon messages no one could ignore.
Those choices chosen,
Were made regardless of objections raised...
By those who were told where to go.
And those places told where to go,
Have been taken without looking back.
And the ones who now look back,
Wondering where those who were told to go...
Away to live in their own worlds,
Have done so to live lives...
Without taking theirs for granted.
As those who look back seeking satisfaction,
Have come to realize their own satisfactions...
Had been placed on the wrong track.
With a blaming on others,
As to where their lives lived are at.
'Excuse me,
But can you tell me...
If that boat that sailed many years ago from here,
Is due to make a comeback anytime soon? '
~I'm sorry I couldn't.
I don't live in this neighborhood.
Have you tried asking any ot those people over there,
Standing on the corner watching their lives go by?
I'm sure they haven't been anywhere.
You could spend time with them reminiscing.
And they could probably answer that question for you.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Channel of Blessing
Be with me Lord in such a way, that I can be a blessing every day,
While The Spirit you sent my way, helps me know just what to say.
The days are getting darker and tomorrow for many may never be,
I need to live so they will see the Truth and Light you placed in me.
My life is but a channel through which Eternal Blessing you convey,
That Christ, our Blessed Hope, is The Only Truth and The only Way.
For all who come to receive The Truth, this Truth will set them free,
And Jesus Christ is this Truth; yes He's The One they need to see.
I was not seeking The Lord at all; But Graciously He was seeking me,
As He stooped down from Heaven above and He gave me eyes to see.
This new sight was not of the present world, but of the world to be,
And I need to have God's love and concern, helping others to see.
That when we die we continue to live our lives through all Eternity,
However God's Word is clear, we all will not share the same destiny.
In Hebrews Paul wrote “Without Holiness no one will see The Lord.”
This verse speaks volumes to people today and shouldn't be ignored.
It's time all true believers are seen as mighty because of The Lord,
As we draw the lost to His Light, and help brethren to be restored.
Soon the time to receive God's life changing Grace will be no more,
So my friend be sure you're in His Grace, before He shuts the door.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
The Truth That Sets You Free!
the worth of truth lies not
in whether Buddha said it,
Jesus said it, or even one of
the great thinkers or poets
said it...
the worth of truth lies in
whether you've experienced it,
felt it, lived it, whether it
is exuded through the pores of
your very being...
this is the truth that sets
you free... the truth that changes,
breathes, and lives!
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For You Just to Come Back Home
A dripping from a wall seems so like sweat.
So like the tears the occupants had wept.
The roof leaks to expose the sky.
And if eyes were dry...
They weren't for long.
Not if they were seeking answers to prayers.
To come to the door.
Or stand on dirt floors...
With the one thing wanted more!
And a pot that steams from the stove,
Smells of chicken...
Feathered and in rice.
As a limousine slows outside to come to a stop.
Stains from the floor are mopped.
Eyes pop.
Jaws drop!
'Mama, I've come home.
Look what I've brought for you.
Look at what I've got! '
~I've prayed for this day.
I've prayed for this day.
I've prayed for you just to come back home!
With 'you' not things make us feel less alone~.
A dripping from a wall seems so like sweat.
So like the tears the occupants had wept.
And so much unlike their lives lived now!
Nor in their minds revisited.
Happy together.
That's all they ever wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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