With A Marketing Done
Are the ones pretentious,
Claiming to be blessed and highly favored...
More so,
Than those self righteous equipped and symbolized,
With a marketing done to advertise themselves...
As those followers chosen with truer beliefs?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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However You May Lay Your 'Loo-Yahs
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts within us...
Are kept detached and private.
We are born into this 'reality'...
With a belief we jouney alone,
On a separate trip.
Alone and away from others,
Also participating in this experience...
We are taught in the process to call 'life'.
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts with us...
Are kept detached and private.
We even believe we are separate from the trees,
Birds and bees...
Are other created creatures upon thie Earth,
God, too, has made.
So given we are with beliefs,
There is something that will be achieved...
With the infliction of division, fear, hatred and greed.
There are some creatures God has blessed with life,
Who actually believe they have been certified...
As human kites.
To maneuver to heights,
And by themselves.
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts with us...
Are detached and kept private.
Some self righteous even perceive...
They can even deceive God!
As if God takes momentary leaves,
Of absences.
Only to discover,
When Mother Nature gets upset...
And has had it with our selfishness.
Just how fragile those who 'empower' themselves...
Are lost to fight against the true power of God,
His 'Diciples' and those messages delivered...
'Whether one is feeling blessed or cursed.
With abundance to enrich...
Or poverty experienced in cycles that are reversed.
What is here to witness on 'this' Earth...
Is 'not' one's dress rehearsal.
From birth...
Be 'yee' and those of 'thee',
Tested.'
WHEREVER!
Or...
HOWEVER you may lay your 'Loo-Yahs',
In the best of pretentious praise.
These days we now live,
Are not for the fake faith seekers...
Preaching their hollow beliefs,
To maintain their materialistic thieving.
It is time to give those corrupted ideals up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed To See Others Not As Equals
There are times I'd like to confess,
My wish to address those professed...
To be selected 'blessed and highly favored' folks.
The ones who set themselves aside,
As having more knowledge to know...
How to live their lives as The Almighty has decided.
As an excuse to live their lives,
Isolated and divided.
Everyone living is a work-in-progress.
No one lives perfectly in a world beset with temptations.
Struggling to survive these days is an everyday test.
And to claim to be favored from the rest who are tested,
Is the height of a self centeredness...
One believes is freed to see others not as equals.
But as those who 'sin' doing things they pretend,
Separates them with an advantage to pass their judgements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Dire Need Of Clarification
Is it a confessed belief,
People perceive impresses others...
When they mention God?
Or is it...
A creation they have made,
They have hopes one day is accepted...
As the best impressions,
That will keep their perceptions...
Of being highly favored and chosen,
To represent a perfection of God's intentions.
Either way...
There is something in the communication,
In dire need of clarification.
Since deception and truth are in total disagreement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blowin' Up the 'Waves
They are blowin' up the 'waves'
With their brand of hatred.
Although fading...
Those radio jocks,
Who mock Barack's efforts...
To mend their ills.
People like them,
Who advertise divisiveness.
With hopes it never ends.
However...
The more they expose,
Their whims to feed upon sins diminishing...
Sheds light upon a way of life,
They would like to be left kept...
Feeding their sickness and those rich!
With beliefs society from this benefits!
And their proving themselves,
To be the followers of the wicked.
For all who hears this hollow show,
Of greed and 'conservative' selfishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be A Known Writer
Be your writings inferior.
Hire a critic to review.
Pay media to advertise.
Spend for marketing
You'll have been a writer,
Renowned and well known.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Devoted To A Going Through Of The Motions
Is it in the routine shown,
That I believe I am and get favor...
From a 'deity' I wish to impress.
Because of the ritual of the act,
I address as told is expected...
To achieve the best affect.
Or is it my expectation that I receive it,
As I acknowledge my ability to forgive...
To others with proclamations stated,
That I am chosen and highly favored...
Since I am devoted,
To a going through of the motions.
And to do this I am,
With all of the artifacts adorned and attached...
With a flaunting of it to ensure they are seen,
By others familiar with going through the same routine.
And I can redeem myself while passing judgement,
On others anytime I choose and wish.
No matter how artificial the entire process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sob Story
Give me your poor.
Give me your self righteous.
Give me your...
'The poor?
Self righteous?
I've never known the poor to be self righteous.'
There has been a new category added,
To include those now claiming...
To be amongst those the most in need.
'I see.
So does that mean,
The ones historically disadvantaged...
Are pushed even further back,
On your list of priorities? '
Hey,
Whatever works.
And they have promised to deliver us 'perks'
IF and WHEN the current crisis turns around.
'I see.
So...
You are getting paid for your deeds,
To announce their current dilemma? '
Yes.
A fool I am not.
I've got empty pockets I wish to see filled too.
Give me your poor.
Give me your self righteous.
Give me your homeless and destitute.
Give me your most believed desperate situation.
Give me any sob story at all...
And I'll add your claims to my pity party list.
No one will be refused.
However...
Be creative in the telling of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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First leaf of Fall to fall
Yea, I shall be the first
Yet legions will follow
In my wake
I take the first step that
untold billions of my followers
Will also take
I am the first
Of an almighty
Vanguard
I shall lead them as one
Back to whence they rose from
To the loam of their reward
My followers will do
Exactly as I shall do
No question as to their fate
Their doom and mine
Tis written on the wind and
While I forge first the rest will wait
I’m not divine yet I’ve been chosen
Not truly a leader,
No not at all
I’m only the very (and it’s really quite scarey!)
The very first leaf That falls in
The fall
poem by David Whalen
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Don't Ask Don't Tell...What?
Don't ask?
Don't tell...what?
What is obviously on display,
In the faces of the public everyday?
My philosphy about that is this...
IF people were familiar with truth,
And exposing it...
Many of those self righteous,
Would be observe being hypocritical.
And values that they have...
Would not be ideals left to go unpracticed.
Or symbolized for the sake,
Of keeping an image that is fading away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost and Bewildered Without Their Masters
When the false light of the self righteous dims,
Fades to go out.
Will beliefs of survivors clash?
Will those who were taught to trash themselves...
Feel orphaned,
With an emptiness?
Identities thought theirs,
Should have never been adopted!
Identities given...
Should have long been dismissed!
When the false light of the self righteous dims,
Fades to go out...
Will the pouting observed be replaced with shouts,
Of glee deserved?
Or will those disenchanted,
Find their addictions unbearable?
They have become accustomed to suppressive customs!
Entertained at their detriment!
And now lost and bewildered without their masters!
When the false light of the self righteous dims,
Fades to go out.
Will beliefs of survivors clash?
Will those who were taught to trash themselves...
Feel orphaned,
With an emptiness?
How will they fill the hollowness,
Of their existence then,
When this happens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last Stop
Fire
The sun is well asleep
Moon is high above
Fire grows from the east
How is this
Hate so deep
Lead us all so blindly killing killing
Fools we are
If hates the gate to peace
This is the last stop
For raining tears
War
The only way to peace
I dont fall for that
Raining tears
Youre righteous, so righteous
Youre always so right
Go ahead and dream
Go ahead believe that you are the chosen one
Raining tears
Oh no
Gracious even god
Bloodied the cross
Your sins are washed enough
Mothers cry
Is hate so deep
Must a babys bones
This hungry fire feed?
As smoke clouds roll in
The symphony of death
This is the last stop
Scream
Right is wrong now
Shut up you big lie
This black and white lie
You comb your hair to hide
Your lying eyes
Youre righteous, so righteous
Youre always so right
But why your lie
Go ahead and dream
Go ahead believe that you are the chosen one
This is the last stop
Here theres more than is showing up
Hope that we can break it down
Its not so black and white
Youre righteous
Youre righteous
Youre righteous
Youre always so right
There you are nailing a good tree
Then say forgive me, forgive me
Why
Raining tears
This is the last stop
Here there is more than is showing up
Hope that we can break it down
Its not so black and white
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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From The Nation Israel
It is The Lord who reigns on high, directing the lives of you and I,
Blessing those who come to Him, rebuking all, who remain in sin,
The same applies to nations too, in a promise to a righteous Jew,
Within God’s Promise to Abraham, He’ll bless or curse each land.
All God’s purposes He shall fulfill, through that tiny land of Israel,
Recalling His purpose and plan, which God revealed to Abraham.
Each nation that blesses his land, will be blessed by God’s hand,
And those that curse his country, God will curse for all of eternity.
In a land Abraham never possessed, all Israel will yet be blessed,
As the chosen land is given to, the peoples that God intended to,
And all the nations of this world, shall see the peace yet unfurled,
As the chosen Seed of Abraham, reigns from the Promised Land.
A land promised to only one, and his decedents through The Son,
Chosen at the world’s foundation, to reveal to all God’s Salvation,
It was in that land that Jesus Christ, became for God our sacrifice,
To reconcile, all the world to Him, by forgiving all men, of their sin.
From that land blessing will flow, to all nations who come to know,
Christ, who will reign from Israel, on His Throne, on God’s Holy Hill.
Cursed nations will be no more, as Christ rules from shore to shore,
With a Peace that will not end, and well beyond a Millennium friend.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Backward Move These Minds
Sad are those who have isolated themselves,
With beliefs that religion and politics do not mix.
When conflicts fought are because of this.
Sad are those symbolized by myths!
Fixed and tied with lives centered upon it!
And refusing to see beyond their self destructiveness.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
Like a knocked eightball that drops...
To stop a game that's played.
By someone who has been mocked...
But comes to shock without delay.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
With wishes to have a game prolonged and sustained.
Sad are those symbolized by myths!
Fixed and tied with lives centered upon it!
And refusing to see beyond their self destructiveness.
Sad are those who have isolated themselves,
With beliefs that religion and politics do not mix.
When conflicts fought are because of this.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
Like a knocked eightball that drops...
To stop a game that's played.
By someone who has been mocked...
But comes to shock without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Films are always pretentious. There's nothing more pretentious than a filmmaker.
quote by John Milius
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Gabriel's Message
The angel Gabriel from Heaven came,
His wings as drifted snow,
His eyes as flame; 'All hail,' said he,
'Thou lowly maiden Mary,'
Most highly favoured lady, Gloria!
'For known a blessed Mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honour thee,
Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,'
Most highly favoured lady, Gloria!
Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head,
'To me be as it pleaseth God,' she said,
'My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name.'
Most highly favoured lady, Gloria!
Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born
In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn,
And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say:
Most highly favoured lady, Gloria
song performed by by Sting
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To What Shall I Compare Her?
TO what shall I compare her,
That is as fair as she?
For she is fairer - fairer
Than the sea.
What shall be likened to her,
The sainted of my youth?
For she is truer - truer
Than the truth.
As the stars are from the sleeper,
Her heart is hid from me;
For she is deeper - deeper
Than the sea.
Yet in my dreams I view her
Flush rosy with new ruth -
Dreams! Ah, may these prove truer
Than the truth.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Convinced of It
I am afraid to grow grey.
And be left alone!
No.
I am afraid to be left alone.
With thoughts that are laid,
I am getting increasingly grey.
No.
I am getting increasingly grey,
And 'that' has made me afraid.
No.
I am afraid to awaken one day...
In total and complete denial.
But then...
I have been assured,
Those days I await...
Are too far off.
Especially for those like myself,
Still blessed and equipped...
With such a youthful appearance.
And all of us sitting around reminiscing this distance,
Are happy as we giggle.
And thoroughly convinced of it.
We are the 'chosen' specimen,
That will escape from the aging process.
Intended for some but not for us!
The ones still getting those nips and tucks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
song performed by by Texas
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
song performed by by Texas
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