When You Last Visited
With the wearing of emblems and symbols,
To declare a faith and belief to profess...
They've been saved and they show this has been addressed.
And the many who do this believe they've been released,
From creating to initiate chaos and confusion...
In their minds they keep affirmed until the seeking is reached.
And the ones not affiliated,
To designate themselves followers of a denomination claimed...
Are often solicited with a nitpicking them into guilt and shame,
For expressing their choice to stay away from hypocrites...
Found to gather in numbers to congregate their hidden ills,
As if to pray away the decadence and filth within them instilled.
'But you can not have a true relationship with God,
If you keep yourself separated from the church.'
~I find that odd...
That a bird, tree, blade of grass or any animal I pass,
Seem to exist without conflict.
And those who sit with their issues and conflicts,
Are more disturbed but quick to defend...
A teaching of The Word they do not listen to comprehend.~
'You are a heathen and you are going straight to hell.'
~Gee!
That sounds frightening.
But tell me this since you are experienced.~
'What's that? '
~When you last visited,
Was it really as hot as you remembered it? ~
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Church
I am sure there are those who go to church,
For purposes I have yet myself researched.
But I do not intend to learn more about Satan.
Nor about those demons...
Dispensing sins.
Where from inside a church...
People pray to be forgiven for them.
I am sure there are those who go to church,
Other than to wear their Sunday best.
Or to regurgitate...
Scriptures learned or verses they've rehearsed.
And in privacy misdeeds confessed.
But there is evidence lacking on urban streets,
Near these places where 'The Word' is heard.
And sermons are preached.
All I observe is decadence done.
Where hypocrites congregated and speak,
To others what 'they' should not do!
As a form of their 'community' outreach!
While showing how the devil does it.
From lessons recited to ignite inner fear.
And the 'how-one-should-live'
To get those expected golden 'wings'...
Given to them,
By a 'heavenly' being...
Adorning upon them 'halos' they've earn.
As melodious harmonic voices sing!
With angels appearing to dance near.
And this conflicts with my depiction of God!
When I witness the destruction of all that God creates.
As those who say they are of faith with 'belief'...
Do not find their actions neither wicked or odd!
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Confrontations
Not into confrontations.
Especially with those
With nothing more than hollowness to share!
I'm on a flight to seek a higher consciousness.
To expand a vision...
Clearly not with
Those who enjoy sitting,
And exchanging twisted affairs...
Solicited and dared!
Not into confrontations.
Or molestations of my thoughts!
I want to comprehend,
More of this life I am blessed to be given.
I've lived with conflicts and emotional misfits...
Who sat around nitpicking in backbiting fits.
And that is not the trip for me I wish!
Not into confrontations.
Especially with those
With nothing more than hollowness to share!
I might participate...
But I am not one to attempt to bait,
For an opinion of someone else...
To induce continued ignorance!
Or become intimidated...
By those who chose to defend,
A limitation that is comfortable for them...
To use and abuse,
As if adrift on a ship with losers!
With choices there but few they choose.
Not into confrontations,
Or boring conversations...
That offer nothing to uplift,
The curiousity of my consciousness.
I want to expand,
And not just in limits am I here to exist!
I'd rather be with those who 'see' this,
And 'get it'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living In Between Doubts
If I am grateful and express my faith,
To that which provides me...
An ability to witness my blessings,
With a peace of mind I can freely release.
Who has the authority to dispute my beliefs?
If I refuse to congregate with others,
Who gather together to complain.
And have never ending conflicts,
I no longer have.
I am not living in between doubts.
To hope one day I comprehend,
The answers to my prayers.
My faith is direct and kept uncomplicated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They've Got All Of That In Abundance
Every opportunity they have EVER had,
Has walked amongst them.
Staring them in the face.
Following them home and knocked on their doors.
Offered them a smile and a quick hello.
Sat and stood near them wherever they went.
Or decided not to go to come back,
Had been at their fingertips or within reach.
And even tried to leave them messages,
By telephone.
But...
They did not or could not recognize,
What they had before them on a daily basis...
Right before their eyes,
As opportunities.
Or dreams to them sent.
They saw the experience of it all...
As reasons to complain, blame and find fault.
And the only thing they sought with a seeking to wish...
Is the creating of their own dilemmas and conflicts,
Ignorance, self defeating, deceit, cheating and lies.
And they've got all of that in abundance.
And none of this is in disguise as dreams they wished,
That for them have come true.
And if these 'dreams' were not indeed from them wished,
Why do they for them exist?
If not wished...
Why have these realities become accepted?
Who has entertained these minds to find what they've receive,
As gifts?
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How 'Emergencies' Are Treated
The first time I heard,
The word conflict associated with disturbance...
Something within me wanted to observe it,
To study and learn.
I wanted to comprehend how conflicts could start.
And who initiated them!
In my mind I compared this to an argument...
Something that began with nonsense,
Until a shouting never seemed to end.
As time goes on...
And the need for destruction and chaos,
To become prolonged as a show of strength...
I witness no evidence of benefit from this.
And those with a consciousness that evolves,
Are less inclined to get involved.
Keeping their enlightment misunderstood,
For weakness that is wished to share.
Although those expressing their love for peace...
Seem to be concealing a lack of knowledge of it.
In once quiet neighborhoods.
Where little of it today exists with the kids,
In absolute control
And discussions of choice of weapons...
To protect themselves from any suspicious 'visitor'.
Who tries to offer a pleasant, unpremeditated 'hello'!
Is profiled from head to toe before the cops are called,
Showing up late as to not to interfere with their secret trysts!
And today?
That's how 'emergencies' are treated!
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Maybe A CINO
Friend, are you a CINO faithfully, being a Christian in name only?
Christianity they don’t profess, as The Spirit they don’t possess.
Some, may dare profess a faith, never touched by God’s Grace,
Grace that when it’s received, changes hearts that have believed.
True faith’s more than knowledge of, The Lord who reigns above,
But, a faith that brings to earth, God above, through a New Birth,
Spiritual Birth, bringing into life, as Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,
Who moves upon this earthly sod, in all who truly belong to God.
There are CINOs in every church, weekly in their pews they perch,
Hearing the Word week after week, but His Truth they never seek,
And in their pews they do remain, with a heart in need of change,
Sitting there as they always have, using their faith as just a salve.
So they leave their house of faith, not changed, by God’s Grace,
Still being who they were before, they entered in a church’s door,
And back into their week they go, with very little change to show,
To those on life’s Broader Way, with whom they work day to day.
So all Christians, in only name, can cause Christ hurt and shame,
By their actions, make no mistake, for their benefit, not His sake,
When you see a Godless testimony, it may just be, in name only,
Not a True Christian, please know, but simply a professing CINO.
(Copyright ©11/2009)
Beliefs
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
There are those with beliefs of love and hate.
With more hating to believe
There is a weakness expressed,
When one confesses to have love.
There is a sickness some accept,
Because someone has said
Sickness for them is to be expected.
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And why is it some create their own conflicts?
As if not to do them
They will be neglected.
As if to exit from them with belief
A love and peace shared by all,
Will one day by all be accepted.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And whose beliefs,
Have been made more realistic?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Are You Asking 'Me' Those Questions?
'What can I do?
When the world seems so screwed up.'
I ask.
'What is true for me?
And what isn't?
What is my task?
How long is this confusion I face,
Going to last? '
I ask.
'And if I pray everyday,
Will these conflicts go away?
Will these burdens be lifted?
How long can I expect to be afflicted,
By this.'
I ask.
And something inside pulled me aside.
I felt interrogated.
As if I should be stripped bare naked.
Of everything...
Including my pride!
I was not prepared to do that.
Even though everything else,
I had already tried!
And I was questioned...
By a voice I could not deny!
~When was the last time you prayed with faith?
Is it constantly done?
With a devotion felt that overcomes?
Why are you looking outside yourself...
To validate I exist.
When I sit within you...
Feeling you hide
As if from Me you resist.
How often do you listen?
And if you do...
Do you obey?
Like you say you do,
With Me in faith...
With an honesty of truth?
As you say you do everyday?
Or do you choose your obstacles with you to stay!
What is it that you wish from Me,
Anyway?
You think I'm going to sit with you,
And waste MY time away?
If you are not grateful for My presence...
How can I gift you with My blessings? ~
'Who is this?
Is this God?
And if this is...
Why are You asking 'me' those questions?
I thought you had ALL the answers? '
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A View To Complete And Realize
Following those paths,
That ultimately lead to oblivion...
Is something done some people do,
As if this was their custom...
With a doing of it.
To prove they exist to initiate chaos,
And confusion.
Those not learning,
From their own repeated experiences...
Should not be admonished for expressing ignorance.
There are those with fatalistic ambitions,
Who are rarely found sitting in seats of leadership...
That seek,
At the expense of others...
A view to complete and realize their sick sadistic wishes.
And like sheep,
The people allow these people with charisma...
To follow.
Believing them to represent their interests the best.
And they 'do' represent...
Their overwhelming lack of concern,
As best as they possibly can present it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At The Expense Spent
Almost bare to nearly naked wearing feathers,
On a fashion runway with arms out stretched.
And the viewers watching this in prime-time on TV,
Are solicited to believe this temptress has secrets!
Hidden behind see through loosely fitting attachments.
While those assigned to probe the internet,
Hope to find anyone disobeying censorship laws...
That protect and not conflict with the innocence,
Of children maiming and killing enemies depicted...
Found conveniently on high priced video games.
And at the expense spent by parents wishing...
Their children less exposed to filth they might read!
Or perceived to bring to them mental harm,
That may cause them to commit deeds...
A wholesome and normal society declares is inappropriate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Harvesting
Unsown peaks of fear
under aggression.
I ask you to make a choice
between I and inventing yourself.
I will not abandon the tree:
the animal, renunciation.
The belief and emptiness
will find symbols of foreverness.
Ephemeral colors;
Leaves will fall one day.
Someone was translating
the text of confidence.
One day,
the miracle shakes the cosmos
sap climbs up in darkness.
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Frocked or Hip Hopped Into Frenzied Affectations
My outspokenness,
Had been considered blasphemous.
In fact from me some folks became distanced.
Thinking of me to be a demon sent.
But I never represented,
Hypocrisy.
Nor did I follow their decadence.
These contradictions to me made no sense.
And now in my silent peacefulness,
I am not the one rushing about seeking a forgiveness.
My observation of truth has not required interpretation,
To see through a pageantry masking those of grandiose sins.
Whether frocked or hip hopped into frenzied affectations.
To adorn themselves with boldened symbols,
While faking a display of their vacancy of faith portrayed.
I need not with others to congregate that way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Churched People
Many unconverted religious people, gather together under a steeple,
They gather in the church below, but how much of it is just for show?
Each week religiously on one day, they meet together kneel and pray.
How much does it change their ways, as they live the other six days?
Weekly as they are churched, how often are the Scriptures searched?
Does the church change their heart, as service ends and they depart?
Getting back to the daily grind, does it influence their heart and mind?
There are followers of Christianity, and there are those in Churchianity.
Is their belief just a weekly thing, as hypocritical people gather to sing?
For most do not live what they sing, after leaving their church building.
Do these men practice Churchianity, when all week they use profanity?
It makes unbelievers question why, they should even give church a try.
If it’s God’s Church, you will know, as spiritual changes begin to show.
For as Christ starts a change within, He begins to purge your daily sin.
Sad to say that many are deceived, even when they think they believe,
For their belief is in an institution; one that doesn’t have a real solution.
The only real solution is Jesus Christ, for anyone to truly have new life,
For if one believes only in their head, they shall remain spiritually dead.
Jesus Christ spoke much about this; with the man know as Nicodemus,
Jesus said you must be Born Again, if you’re to see the Kingdom friend.
Today a church has no eternal worth, if it does not preach on New Birth.
When you know Christ in your heart, your old life shall have a new start.
You must become like little children, or my friend you will die in your sin.
So today be converted in Jesus Christ, and He will give to you New Life.
(Copyright ©05/2006)
Free Of Lip
The ones who are quick to assume,
Can be counted upon to initiate rumors.
And don't ask twice,
From them to give opinion.
Or listen to their advice.
The giving of it already comes unsolicited.
If familiy members become confused,
And neighbors are found spreading...
News untrue,
Head for the ones...
With their mouths on ears.
Stuck to them like teeth to chewing gum.
And those ears choosing to stayed glued,
To the ones who are free of lip...
Prefabricating fresh gossip,
Soon will discover...
Who has been making daily deposits,
To aid to all of their misunderstandings and confusion.
The ones who are quick to assume,
Can be counted upon to initiate rumors.
And don't ask twice,
From them to give opinion.
Or listen to their advice.
The giving of it already comes unsolicited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Old and Tired Methods
I remembered being 'tagged' smart.
And intelligent.
Not only to make me feel different...
But to 'label' my qualities.
To ensure I was to feel...
A degree of being out of place!
As if an ability to think,
For many of them then...
Was a disease.
No one wanted to catch!
And I was to feel contaminated.
I thank God I didn't listen.
But as a child being stubborn,
I wanted to spread my affliction.
An addiction I had to be totally annoying.
Now that I am much older and wiser,
I think of those who had been afraid...
To be themselves.
Conditioned they were and enslaved.
And creating their own comforting discomforts...
Surrounded by a decadence taught and instilled!
And today,
I see the dismay in urban cities.
I see the decay allowed by those
Who chose ignorance as their way of life,
To live.
Seeking welfare handouts or corporate 'bailouts'
To erase the affects of quick slick greed.
That came to ease the feeding...
Of a pretentious way of life.
Bleeding...
To leave them suffering in strife and sorrow.
On borrowed time and on someone else's fortunes,
They wish to pick over.
These 'traps' are nothing new!
They are just old and tired methods...
To expand the addiction of self indulgence,
At someone's expense!
And refusing a complete overhaul.
And those of 'smart intelligent' are sought now,
To sacrifice their lives lived...
With an empathy and good deeds,
To lift these fools from a collective lazy gluttony.
Even though they may be despised for their efforts,
Brilliance and talents claimed.
They are relied upon to shoulder...
The brunt of darkness.
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You Say You Are Saved
Peppered and salted is your tongue.
And you say you are saved.
Prepared and quick you are,
To assault and offend anyone.
And you say you are saved.
What is it you run from when done?
When you say you are saved.
What is it that you think,
You are protected from?
When you say you are saved.
Do you have what's needed to stop your agonies?
And when you plead to be released from bended knees...
Repeatedly,
What is that saves you...
When you say you pray faithfully,
And it stays that way everyday.
What is it you run from when done?
When you say you are saved.
What is it that you think,
You are protected from?
When you say you are saved.
To hide what you do on a daily basis.
Peppered and salted is your tongue.
And you say you are saved.
Prepared and quick you are,
To assault and offend anyone.
And you say you are saved.
You say it.
But what is it saved that you obey?
You 'say' you are saved,
But...
From what?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith Is Dead
“What should I say?
Since Faith is dead”
Sir Thomas Wyatt penned,
Before five century
It is still true...After so long...
To repeat... ‘Faith is dead’...;
Faith is dead
In many hearts...
In many minds
Although many pretend
They are faithful
What they show
Is grey though
You feel it...
As the days run
Start avoiding those spirits
To repeat... “Faith is Dead”
Faith in some, still exist
So...pray...wait...view
To say, 'Faith is alive'
Thus...will abide...
Serenade In Faith
Continue...
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Victims Of Lies
It's not unpatriotic,
To take a stand...
Against decaying issues
Affecting your fellowman!
Or raising a voice,
In nonconformist flair.
If more believed in justice shared...
Conflicts experienced now,
Would not exist!
Would not be there!
But indifference and greed,
Has freed a beast that seizes...
Rights once taken for granted,
Now all are inflicted with much that displeases!
And opportunities we all had,
Now dissolve before our eyes.
'What about 'us'? '
Are heard the shouts and cries.
By those of cold shoulders who now clearly see...
It's not me,
But even they...
Who have become victims of lies,
Released and processed freely!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is the Kind of Life
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
We are born to believe,
What is fed to us.
This 'feeding' is received...
And what is perceived,
We with others retrieve with like minds!
Preferring to find those of the same kind,
With like 'experiences' shared without fear!
And fear keeps us all indoctrinated to accept doubt!
Isn't that what marketing peace is about?
With the realization it will never be found...
As we rely on the production of conflict and confusion,
To always be identified!
Knowing that as well as we do.
And hoping this in our lives stays around!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
And is kept alive to thrive...
In comfort zones,
Until the day we die!
Leaving those who defy these 'truths'...
Spilling their guts out in confession booths.
Or squeezing themselves to sit in pews...
As they listen to hypocrites from pulpits preach,
To leech on minds already screwed and confused!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
Listening to teachings,
That 'demons' from hell have no wings...
Allowing to be demoralized on Sunday,
Learning more about the devil...
As we hear these 'disciples' sing!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
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As His Wife
As Christ’s Church and as His wife, we have a purpose in our life,
When we gather together as one, under the headship of The Son,
In worship and instruction friend, together we seek a glorious end.
When we fellowship in one place, as believers to express our faith.
Worship friend’s an integral part, of expressing what’s in our heart,
As we worship Christ our King, with all our hearts in song we sing.
Worship through heartfelt song, from all The Lord’s earthly throng,
Praises lifted to The Lord above, thanking Him for all Christ’s Love.
Instruction we get from The Word, when The Truth of God is heard,
God using The Word of the Lord, sharper than a two-edged sword,
Instructing believers in our daily life, how to live each day for Christ.
As God’s Word cuts deep within, helping The Body to deal with sin.
Fellowship too, is an essential key, to prepare believers for eternity,
While building up the Body of Christ, God shapes us for eternal life.
Fellowship in every local church, strengths us in our Savior’s worth,
Reaching out unto your brother, as believers building up each other.
Expressing our faith in The Lord, is what Christ’s Church is here for,
Making disciples in every nation, to share with all men His salvation.
Expressing our faith in Jesus Christ, while being for Him a sacrifice,
Whatever the pain or the cost, to reach for Christ a world that’s lost.
(Copyright ©06/2006)