Vast
Each day I awaken,
And I thank God for His blessings.
Also I give thanks...
To those spiritual guides,
I rely on to lead me.
The ones assigned to my lifeline.
Vast is the mind.
And I want mine to explore.
I can not ignore being a part of this experience.
And connected to the whole I am!
All of us are.
Some are conflicted by their existence.
I accept a diffusion...
Without confusing the abundance of it all.
By limitations that restrict a curiousity I am born with!
To think, feel and nourish comes from the core.
That same 'core' that has established the process of thought!
This within us is the same.
Without 'it' all of us would have worthless and thoughtless brains!
Although some may refuse to see it that way.
But that is the only purpose we exist!
To give back to 'it' which has given!
Like a grateful prayer expressed.
It's just that simple.
And also the cause of splits...
In relationships.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Connected
My planet.
My temporary home.
Where I began.
Where I will end.
My human being.
It's core, battling my inner core.
For control of my mind.
Gravity, pulling my thoughts downward.
To limit my sight.
I go within.
To my core.
My energy is love.
It is written, that it will endure all.
Beyond the earth.
Beyond the universe.
I find myself, no longer torn,
But now complete.
My third eye opens in my mind.
Complete sight from what previously was unseen.
Opening the mind to the creator.
I can channel.
My thoughts now upward.
Flowing through me.
Not as thought, but as being.
Spiritual being.
No longer feeling separated.
But connected.
Connected to everything.
No longer chained, but free to explore.
I am enlightened.
Gravity has lost.
Love has won.
Looking down, I see my bottom.
Looking up, I see my eternity.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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This Universe Is Yours
Nourish me with ALL that You have,
And ALL that I deserve.
I am the fruit of Your creation...
On this Earth,
Your Magnificence,
Is without question...
Divinely Superb!
And ALL that You give,
Is mine with a forgiveness...
Unconditionally bestowed upon me,
As You I serve.
Nothing less,
Will I accept if You reject it...
The best from You is there...
And with Your blessings I accept this!
Nothing else can please my needs,
If I 'should' forget You are near!
Or ignore your whispers in my ear!
This Universe is Yours,
And everywhere I seek You first!
I thirst for You...
My Father.
And within me it is clear,
You are right here...
And I am aware of it!
And in everything I do to prove,
Your guidance moves all obstacles too!
This I can do with a fate that is Your will.
I am Your son,
You are my Father!
With Unquestioned faith,
Inside of me I feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only when one is connected to one's inner core is one connected to others. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.
quote by Anne Spencer Morrow Lindbergh
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Lived To Witness
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
Each moment I am given to move ahead,
I do!
And those who refuse truth to do as they choose,
Would not improve my outlook.
What will remaining fixed to reminisce prove?
I have no purpose to value or live 'today' as I exist?
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
My purpose is to live.
Give.
And from the doing of it,
Receive blessings to me that benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Not For Eternity
Everyday,
All of us are given opportunities...
To explore and adventure,
Another aspect of life...
To experience something new.
And everyday excuses are made,
To have no time to find...
What it is we could and should do.
Complaining and delivering faults,
Have found many to accept this as their expertise...
With a choice to expose this as a gift.
And without solicitation...
This craft upon others is released.
Everyday,
All of us are given opportunities...
To explore and adventure,
Another aspect of life...
To experience something new.
And yet there are those who say they can not afford,
To waste their patience...
On something they rather ignore.
And ignore they do...
Themselves.
Commitments made to relationships.
Friendships taken for granted...
As futures of their children,
Delayed for a taste of procrastination.
But participating in something done...
That guarantees hours spent in frivolous fun,
Is given without a moment's hesitation.
Since this has been marketed as a life to live!
And aging with a maturity to reflect,
Is no longer regarded as a process to respect.
Nor is it prioritized as a positive.
And under a plastic surgeon's busy knife,
Everyone has a desire to pay...
Whatever it takes,
To appear and 'look' youthful...
Jusr for a day or a week.
If not for eternity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prayer Eyes
i learned to pray
almost as soon
as i learned to breathe...
i'm not sure there's
much difference.
sometimes i think
if you get beaten down
so much in life....
it allows you to let go
of everything you thought
you had to have, of everything
that you thought you had to be....
and you learn to feel,
and to see with new eyes,
with prayer eyes....
eyes that know the connected,
eyes that feel whether near
or distant... eyes that touch,
the unholy, the unforgiven,
the outcast, the worthless...
and find the sacredness of each.
and know every breath to be
a simple prayer... an unnamed star
on the blackest of nights!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Can Do Without
What can you give me?
My grandparents?
I doubt it.
My parents?
I'm sure you can not.
My son?
Forget it.
My friends who were murdered?
I can't discuss it.
Can you give me back my two ex-wives?
Or that love from them I 'thought' I had?
They gave that back to me.
Or my youth?
I just through that in,
Because I know that's impossible.
You can not give to me your integrity.
You have already shown you don't have that!
What can you give me?
For what price would I have to pay?
And...
I am not for sell.
You've already attempted to play me cheap.
And what you have sold to others,
I don't want to be a part of.
That's for them to keep.
And discreetly if they wish.
That's why I couldn't accept from you anything!
You have already shown...
That which you have to offer...
I can do without.
I seek nothing that is worthless to me.
I have had my rewards and prizes in my life.
And those that still remain treasured...
I make sure to them I keep that known!
Even if you bragged you had an extra million dollars,
To throw away to impress.
I would tell you to do that.
Since from you...
What you and I have had,
Has already been addressed.
And I know...
You can't give to me anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tired Of The Rules Of The Game, I Sit...
i like to think that i owe no one a favor,
and so i refuse every opportunity
that i may derive when i give favors too
to another,
it is this way that this world looks upon
an investment
say of emotions, when one scratches your back
you too must give
her itch a scratch from you fingers
i hate this arrangement but this is how this world operates
mind you, i get tired too, having no one scratch my back because i
refuse scratching the back of another
at one time, i sit on the grass of a busy park,
looking and so blank and dumb, feeling that i am not a part of
this world, its rules not getting fit for my wholesome existence
away from independence into a world of flattery
and utilitarianism.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is a great art to have an abundance of knowledge and experience - to know the richness of life, the beauty of existence, the struggles, the miseries, the laughter, the tears - and yet keep your mind very simple; and you can have a simple mind only when you know how to love.
quote by Krishnamurti
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One
Youre in charge
You always were
Theres no denying
Fire burns
I took alot
But now Im gonna give
Back to you
Whatever I got
Cos we are one
And well always be
You were born first
Forever connected to me
Connected to me
Its not always how you want it to be
We had no choice,oh desperately
I had to leave
Now Im coming back
We had to see
Youre white and Im black
Cos we are one
And well always be
You were born first
Forever connected to me
Connected to me
Forever connected to me
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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I Am Not Here To Revisit Your Limits
I want it known...
I didn't appear here,
To be absent from view.
I want it known by you,
Everything I do...
Is to show you and prove,
I didn't come to revisit your limits.
Or restrict my wishes to live,
Within barriers you've picked.
I refuse to accept it.
Fear and the thought of threats with anguish,
Are not for me delicious treats to feed consistently...
On any basis you face with convincing conviction.
You are going to find a leaving that behind,
With me...
A done deal.
And this is not an appeal for your opinion.
I didn't come to revisit your limits.
Or restrict my wishes to live,
Within barriers you've picked.
I refuse to accept it.
Come on...
Debate with me later.
But I am sure in your mind,
Little time you will find for that.
Come on...
I am not here to revisit your limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Cant Give Back The Love I Feel For You
(brian holland/nickolas ashford/valeriesimpson)
Heres a tear, for a souvenir
And a dream, thats torn at the seams
Heres a promise you made to me
Of the tomorrow Ill never see
And then youre free to go
But I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
Take these arms that held you close
I thought I was the one you needed the most
Take these hands, theyre no good to me
That used to touch you so tenderly
But I cant give back the love
Thats a part of me
If you want just a little bit
You have to take all of me
Heres a ring
That didnt mean a thing
And the letters you wrote
That gave my young heart hope
Take the pillow where my dreams were made
And the mind, where the thought of you stayed
But baby, you should know
That I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
Take these eyes that once could see
Now reflections of a misery
The hapiness I thought would last
Now a becoming just a thing of the past
But I cant give back the love
Thats a part of me
If you want just a little bit
You have to take all of me
No, I cant give back
No, I feel for you
Oh, Im gonna be stuck
No matter what I do
cause itll grow till the world
Dont go round no more
But I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
But I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
But I cant give back the love
I feel for you
Im gonna be stuck with it
No matter what I do
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Sims is kind of an interesting case because we had all these expansion packs. We were able to incrementally add on and explore without invading the core dynamic or the core game play.
quote by Will Wright
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To Sunny Rose
Thank you for your comments.
Sunny...?
Always think of yourself as a work-in-progress.
Once you believe your have become a 'finished product'...
You can not succeed.
You will not!
Accept you are part of this experience,
We embrace and call life.
A piece and part of the 'whole'.
And...
Make a choice to remain vunerable.
Open to explore all possibilities.
Accept critique.
In fact...
Seek it.
A flower is not born ALREADY in full bloom.
Remember that always.
I thank you, again.
And success is a feeling kept inside yourself.
If others discover it,
It came from within to them to be revealed.
Do you 'hear and feel' what I am saying?
Peace/Blessings.
Note:
I received a 'message' from a young poet,
who calls himself Sunny Rose,18 years old...
and living in Chandgarh, India.
So impress was I by his comments.
The sincerity of his delivery.
'Success 'can' and 'will be' yours, Sunny Rose'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Awaken Little Dreamer
With my eyes closed I see sadness. Sadness I held in for so long. Sadness that is beginning to be replaced with madness. Madness that's been eating at my core, my thought process, my mind for so long.
Eyes open, I see a reality I've been trying to to change, to better it. A lie, I've been living a lie. My life is a lie, one I've been living for so long.
A single tear escapes my eye as I am awaking from my made up reality, my created world. Reality, my reality is tragic not magic. Tears I held back now pour from my eyes, tears I held back for so long.
With my eyes closed I see sadness. I see pain masked by madness. I see sadness hidden by a web of lies and as I open my eyes I hear a voice say, 'Awaken from your dream, come and face reality. Awaken little dreamer. Awaken.'
poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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Living It Will Be The Experience
Oh yeah...prove it!
You are always picking things apart,
To try to find something wrong.
Why can't you play along?
Oh yeah...prove it!
You seem to see life as negative.
And can not accept what is as is.
I hear you do this...
All night and day long!
Why can't you play along?
'I am not into games that remain the same.
Nor truth do I ignore!
If I witness something I question...
My mind will find answers,
To further in my mind be explored.
You see...
Poverty and homelessness,
In the midst of those who are rich.
To me is a sickness,
Of one's consciousness.
If observing this is allowed to exist!
People professing how great they are...
As they steal from others and watch them starve.
To me is a human tragedy.
And I don't accept this as how life should be!
I think of those who say they have faith,
But live everyday in fear...
Are fakes.
And I will be blasphemous and say...
Whatever 'that' is they pray to,
It isn't God!
Not the One I listen to and obey!
For truth and understanding to come my way.
And hypocrites who wish for materialistic dreams...
Are nothing more than opportunists,
Hoping to benefit from their lieing and deceitful schemes.
And if it seems I am 'always' picking things apart...
Perhaps I'm being oversensitive.
Too emotionally connected to a feeling and caring heart.
I'll admit that's how I am.
And from that I will not depart!
And I'll leave you with this to hear from my lips...
You and anyone else who feels I am negative,
Will come one day to feel regret.
Because the God I know,
Observing what I see that clearly shows...
Is about to make big changes,
To all your beliefs.
And is in the process to upset...
Everything you hold dear and cherish! '
Oh yeah...
Prove it!
'Somehow I do not believe,
That will be up to me to do it!
I already see the evidence!
Since everything you do,
Is making less sense!
Your entire way of life...
Is going through rapid changes.
And for you or me or anyone else...
Living it,
Will be the experience! '
Oh yeah?
Oh yeah?
You think you know so much!
'Well...
I'm not the one trying to hussle up a buck,
To get a cup of coffee! '
So whatchu sayin, man?
You ain't got no money,
To give to me for a cup of coffee! ?
'I'm not saying that at all!
I just don't feel like playing along.'
God bless you, my brutha.
God bless you, my brutha!
'Oh yeah?
Whatever! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soul and body
Oh, dear poems
I always addressed you to him
As I thought of you as medium
You were away near but kept mum
You made me to speak
Kept reminding me about peak
Even thought I was weak
You forced on me to stick
I take it as blessings
There can't be anything like missing
You are always there when I wish to assert
Come out in verses and visibly seen in concert
I know time is precious
Yet thought process is continuous
I know for sure you always remain in my mind
I spare now sometime for you to find
Cuckoo has no business to air melody
That can be assigned to anybody
But some one has to play that role
Nature has made it strictly as per rules
We have to play all kind of roles but differently
To express thoughts and present it vehemently
In such condition you invade mind decisively
I too accept it gladly and project positively
You have distinct place and position
Not all can make effective composition
I consider it as heavenly gift and art
Like Human soul and body as inseparable part
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Give and You Will Receive More
Enjoy your blessings!
Each and everyone.
Those to you that have arrived.
And many more to come.
None are disguised,
To try to identify.
If you have lived your life with opened eyes...
The presence of their existence is felt.
They should not have traumatized.
Or surprised.
They come to you,
As well as to someone else.
Acknowledge them with thankfulness.
Be grateful they are yours.
Undo yourself from selfishness.
Give and you will receive more.
Enjoy your blessings!
Each and everyone.
Those to you that have arrived.
And many more to come.
Acknowledge them with thankfulness.
Give and you will receive more.
Blessings given are to be shared!
If they were not...you would have been ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empathies At a Minimal
I keep my empathies at a minimal.
And my sympathies are rarely shared.
I know my upbringing has taught me that.
And those emotions I feel are based on fact.
I don't wish to express something that is not there.
And my caring for others is extremely deep.
When I give it is from my heart.
Nothing inside of me just lays there without purpose.
When I share I share.
Not because I've received an overflow.
And invested abundance of it it what I share.
God has seen fit...
There is much more meaning for my existence.
To give is to receive.
Sometimes.
Sometimes it is best to just give.
Since some folks have no clue,
To know what it is they are receiving.
And if that is known...
It is to one's advantage to dispense with it well.
At least have a consciousness about it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Full stop or recess
The life is continuing process
Death can be taken as full stop or recess
Every living thing has to come to an end
We must accept fact and mend
Good moments surface and resurface
We go back to find out or trace
Tears mount in eyes and role out
The life story is just all about
Why do we give respect on death?
Why we go as sad person and lay wreath?
It is inseparable part of life and unavoidable
That is why we praise a person and appreciate it as commendable
You may think, rethink and come to terms
You will set yourself and look to bright side in turn
Not physical existence but past may over take
You will get disturbed for while but surely make
There is nothing like past or present
It is continuous process but really absent
Person is not among you bodily
But it may influence you to grow steadily
Try to come out of shock and lead with fresh move
Any doubt may be done away with or removed
It will give you courage and strong will power
You have respite from heat after rain shower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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