Wounds Unhealed
The issue of race...
Ignored and left unexplored,
Will not erase what has taken place.
Or not being able to face its destructiveness...
With an openness,
Without discussing it!
Leaves those inflicted by it at a disadvantage.
And pretending in these complex days,
As we allow a devalued standard of life fade away...
Is as absurd,
As this nation of mixed and blend people living on this Earth...
All spinning in a whirlpool of a disturbing votex,
Crumbling quicker than the foundation of its strengths.
Slipping further into a darkness of pretense,
To hide the sickness of its wounds unhealed!
And the basis of its ultimate destruction.
Such a pitiful absolution of a divine gift given!
To uphold steadfast to this ignorance is not bliss.
Just a recurrence of missed opportunities!
Again...
Humanity lives to witness it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poppycock
Because he is black,
He believes he is held back.
He is!
And so are they!
Because she is black...
And attractive.
She believes she was hired for that!
She was!
For display.
Because I am black,
And proud of that fact!
I can not understand...
Why many blacks can not accept,
Who and what they are...
Will always be attacked!
There is a sickness attached,
With insecurities no one can match.
People are conditioned,
To believe in superstitions...
With inflicted intuitions to expose an ignorance.
And yet superiority can not be proven,
By the advent of incompetence.
Anyone can look around,
And observe standards and moral attitudes placed...
Crumbling to the ground!
Live and in living color.
Very few of these images,
Are broadcasted in black and white!
And what is done undercover?
Produces all shades of everything.
Making what one's values...
With traditions they uphold,
Little sense left to fathom to maintain, grasp or follow!
It's all poppycock!
'There you go!
Bragging about your sexual prowess,
Again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speed of a Crisis
Repeated and historic has been...
The finger pointing done to accuse another one,
For a self inflicted suffering...
That comes to them without end.
Insecurities unconfessed,
Now has them forced to address...
An idealistic way of life,
That sets the spotlight upon
Such a disturbing mess.
Yes!
Truth like this is difficult to erase.
When greed has been one's feeding.
And greasy fat hands appear...
With mud smeared on one's deceiving face.
Of course the blame for this will be placed on someone else.
That's the way these steps of greatness have been achieved.
Leaving victims dishonored and disenfranchised as they bleed.
And the speeding of a crisis begins to leap over false devices.
As those try to hide their absolute disgrace...
Realizing the basis of their taste,
Began with the seeding of petty issues...
And spiced with the baiting of race.
Now an incompetence has stirred the heating of disaster!
With a churning of internal division...
That can not be stopped.
Even as their demise is taking place!
With a trashing done that they have mastered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believe In Nigeria
With so many battles and killings,
with slim chances of healings.
Our peace has been taking away from us,
and our glory days are far behind us.
Our nation has been torn apart,
by those whose love are from our heart.
With tears runing down our cheek,
with the killings and violence at its peak.
Every where is been flooded by innocent blood,
and our treasure been lost in the mud.
Everyday we live our lives in fear,
with so much pain that we can't bear.
People been nurtured to the highest level of hatred,
and now innocent lives are been affected.
Hatred has given birth to death,
and death taking away our precious life on earth.
With people living their lives in hell,
even when they mean to do well.
Properties are been destroyed everyday,
and thousands of lives are been laid to rest each day.
Is it a crime to be a human? ,
or is it a sin to be a nigerian? .
Is it a cause to crave for peace in our nation? ,
a nation thats moving closer to the point of destruction.
Each day our kneels are planted on the ground in prayers,
to erradicate pains that is been inflited by peace haters.
All i know is that all hope is not lost,
because in the ebullent nigerian spirit i trust.
No matter the trouble we may be going through today,
it will be a testimony we'll say some day.
For every pain that we feel in our heart now,
the peace of heaven will erase it some how.
For every sacrifice we make for the peace of our country,
will go a long way to erase every of our misery.
No matter the level of destruction in our neighbour hood,
i believe one day everything will change for good.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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No One Has to Know You Are Not Medicated
'Their explanations are totally ridiculous.'
I know it and you know it.
But we are suppose not to show that we know.
We are to pretend we are convinced,
That what they do makes sense.
To uphold their eroding credibility.
And all we have to do is live through it.
Go through the motions.
As if what they do in our minds does not exist.
'So,
In other words...
We are to sacrifice our realities,
And keep them in a deluded pretense...
Kept with crumbling standards,
Observed but not spoken?
Live a lie...
Is that what you're saying? '
Not only live it...
Become it!
'But...
That's a sick existence! '
Ssssshhh...
No one has to know,
You are not medicated.
And that is the challenge,
You must face.
Pretending not to be disgusted,
And disgraced by it all!
Unless of course...
You decide you have no choices left.
And they perceive you as completely deranged.
Which does provide its benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slipping Away to Fade
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance is slipping away.
Upgraded is the consciousness.
And the importance of it has come to stay.
It is difficult to suppress,
Truth when truth is sought and confessed.
And pointless it is to try to hide it too...
When beliefs once known have shown new roots.
With a growing that leaves clear and fresh air to breathe.
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance is slipping away.
Upgraded is the consciousness.
And the importance of it has come to stay.
And we have been chosen to witness it.
And we who have come to benefit from this,
Will rise like flowers reaching up from concrete.
Becoming part of that which yesterday was not possible.
Not when solutions were ignored to correct,
Cracks appearing on city streets.
With powers unlimited and abilities unrestricted...
By useless conflicts inflicted to deceive.
With minds now uplifted no longer accepting this,
As part of life and the experience of it.
Stripped quick from being significant.
A relevance to stick,
Is slipping away.
Slipping away to fade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Emotional Vampires
Emotional vampires exist.
Nothing but despair,
Comes from their lips.
Negativity is a ride they take,
On a constant basis.
Attempt to share any happiness at all!
And they will be there to erase it,
Quick!
Emotional vampires with evil sit.
Darkness clouds their minds.
And sharing it they do not resist.
Focused on their aches and pains.
With a draining done wherever they visit.
It would be quicker to give them a pint of blood...
Than to have them leave someone,
Mentally exhausted in an atmosphere...
That was not that way before they left it,
Gloomy, ugly and rich in thick sickness.
After they appeared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Nation Under God' -The Only Way
'One nation under God'
Recall that phrased foundation
When Americans were so glad
Its fathers built the nation
On steadfast godly principles
Of Truth, Faith, and Honor,
His Word then guided all the people
And progress blessed like none before.
'One nation under God'
Return to this, your steady Rock
Only in Him the nation stands
A sure foundation, the Building Block
God bless America and protect it with His Hand.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Rewriting a Constitution
A beauty booted!
Those gracious skies...
Have swollen eyes,
These past few chapters lived.
A blight has come to rust a trust!
A unification of a nation tatters.
It matters.
And a rush to crush this nation,
Must be snapped back from this slow molasses trap!
Arresting this fascination that splits,
The nitwits from the misfits.
In a furthering division,
Sliding away from a unifying pride.
Don't deny your tears.
Cry!
These are the lives today we live.
Undignified!
There is no glory,
In welcoming an accepted ignorance.
To uphold in bold cursing.
While a demise driven by the blinded...
Rehearse the unwinding of it!
In isolated sickness as if in bliss.
Rewriting a constitution...
May be the solution to divert a destitution,
Of what had been great or appreciated.
Before salivating on fantasies began!
Recreating a wheel needing healing...
Will not repair the spokes of it!
Or strengthen the folks joking,
As the cracks of its foundation widen without regard.
And taken too much for granted for too long,
For the wrong reasons!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Captain America
Captain America is that you
Flying down the highway
In your red white and blue
You remind me of the days
In that infamous war
When we werent quite sure
What we were fighting for
I see you again and it makes me think
About just who I am
Is there someone in charge
Who can lead the way tonight
Who knows the plan
Where theres love
There is grace
Theres still hope left in this place
And the smile on your face
Gives me faith in the human race
Captain America what do you see
Millions of your brothers say theyll fight to be free
Who could have known you would be the chosen one
To kick start our dreams
The cycle of life goes around and round again
Tell me what does it mean
Can it be true
Where theres love
There is grace
And theres hope left in this place
And the smile on your face
Gives me faith in the human
If we could trade all of our tomorrows
For the best of our yesterdays
Erase all the pain and the sorrow
Would there have to be a high price to pay
Hey Hey
We run for our lives
And were searching for shelter now
From the coming storm
Are you the man who can lead us once again
So come on, suit up, lets go
Where theres love
There is grace
And theres hope left in this place
And the smile on your face
Theres not a damn thing we cant face
Where theres love
There is grace
And theres hope left in this place
And the smile on your face
Gives me faith in the human
Faith in the human race
Yeah, I got faith
song performed by by Styx
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Beginning Of Strong Delusion
A precursor to that Strong Delusion, is the only sound conclusion,
Why, darkness in politics is ignored, by some who know The Lord,
Ignorance is bliss, many say, is this the face of the Church today?
As some ignore Biblical insight, to embrace what is truly not right!
That Strong Delusion I speak of, will be poured down from above,
By The Lord as a strong reproof, on all who embrace not the Truth,
All those who know not our God, who will see instead His Iron Rod,
When Christ Judges every nation, this, according to His Revelation.
Is this just part of that falling away, in God's Church, we see today?
Falling away from the Truths we hold, as The End begins to unfold.
Christ asked, will He find faith, when He returns at the end of Grace,
So is this the beginning of the fall, prophesied by the Apostle Paul?
How can we lead others to Light, when we embrace wrong as right?
As we ignore the darkness of man, supporting an even darker plan!
Are we not watchmen on the wall, to warn others of the coming fall?
Of a land falling from righteousness, due to that nation's ignorance!
Yes, God's people were destroyed, when ignorance was employed,
As light and darkness will not mix, when we stray for political picks,
For ignorance shall never bliss, when you stray from righteousness,
As all darkness will be condemned, by a Righteous God in the end!
Paradise Bars No Race Embrace Humanity
even when life low ebbs
muddied exhausted drained
by a flu wonder awaits
in words soft still spoken
universal life chime spoken
haunting in stillness carried
on a breeze sparkling across
winds of time grace gift
of incredible verse may await
on line posted by a friend
who sings causes close embedded
in mine own heart soul that must
ever sing for all life embodied
upon this time tortured planet
earth that must bear witness
to divine angelic and beast
holocaust in nature of conflicted
global civilization humanity
then when tired weary cast
down from burden of voice
to ghost souls who cannot
voice injustices speak crimes
committed against their humanity
rises up sings clear voice
of a poet friend who shares
this burden life distilled chosen
carry a torch aflame in memory
hope to lives lost lives we yet
may save quiet listen to voice
of Eric Cockrell as ‘Sounds
Of The Earth' plead your soul
with conscience birthed immortal
breath breathed into humanity
knowing well concepts noble
uphold righteousness denounce evil
embrace bless all humanity
incredibly beautiful hymns
celebrating pride strength
in nature before the contrasted
turn in life cities civilizations
are written now await readers
who will read wisdom's words
who will transcend sing songs
gift blessing each unique portion
celebrating diversity in humanity
who will denounce crime of greed
excess hoarding precious life blood
of humanities victims hope stripped
dispossessed all life is an exceptional
poem occasionally our soul transcends
into words we write come sing 'Sounds
Of The Earth' raise up equalities dreams
into verse vibrating forth salvation played
upon instrument of orchestra humanity
our soul singing each harmonic chord
complete incorporated into sympathy life
paradise bars no race embrace humanity
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There Are 'Rumors' That Many Are Fed Up With It!
A desecration allowed,
To outrageously disgrace...
Values of our respectful ancestors,
Should not have been permitted at all...
To have taken place,
To cause foundations to fall...
For purposes of renovating,
A facelift degenerating.
Crediting the feeding of greed,
Would be too easy to relieve many...
Of their irresponsibility.
Or those rushing to unload,
An accountability...
Few have chosen to behold.
But is greed alone,
That had been condoned...
The only factor,
One disowns a pride and dignity.
With a scolding tongue unfolding,
Obscenities...
That would come to destroy,
All of humanity?
Is one's lack of consciousness,
So intimidating...
That the onslaught of thoughtlessness,
Would diminish the minds...
Of a once advance society,
Into a helpless and disturbing swirling whirpool...
To create a decadence to breed,
Leaving the majority...
As so incline to be defined,
To become the ones observed as fools!
Who's game of pocket pool is this?
That goes unchallenged with a fixation...
Those onlookers are afraid to disqualify.
And would be stunned if suggested,
This game played with their lives...
Should be dismissed as requested.
'There are 'rumors' that many are fed up with it! '
Can those of intelligence,
Become the people blamed for this decrement?
And who championed the voices,
To extradict the demise of common sense?
And who took it amongst themselves to quiet the ones,
Who spoke against the implementation of misdeeds done?
Or,
How about this...
The rising of a steadfast ignorance.
That has all convinced...
The only way to move forward,
Is to repetitively visit...
The stagnating hold of a total darkness,
Considered by those without vision...
As the absolute experience of a bliss,
That is missed.
'There are 'rumors' that many are fed up with it!
But choose many do to keep their 'rants' private.
In a whispered and unheard silentness,
Continued to be done...
And kept as their 'secret' wish! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Taking Is Of Their Interest
Many lifetimes it seems,
Some have personalized their agonies...
To then witness more inflicted,
By those claiming to do humanitarian deeds.
Too few know what it is like,
To be disturbed from their peaceful nights.
To stare hatred in the face...
As if this sickness to inflict,
Has a rightful place.
Many lifetimes it seems,
Some have personalized their agonies...
To be belittled and disrespected,
By an unconsciousness infested.
And manifested from an ignorance...
Still insisting on someone's shores,
The taking is of their interest.
And that is their purpose...
To greed and flee.
As millions remain poor.
Then to declare themselves peace makers.
But no peace comes to this beast who leaves pain.
No gain comes to a mind driven insane,
By an entity that has come...
To monopolize their senses in disguise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Is Prime On Earth And In Heaven
Love rules all things though man may disagree
Love’s key opens man’s problematic locks
Love is the cause for Maker making man
Love is the reason why God takes him too!
Love is the winner clear over hatred
Love gives a deeper meaning to our lives
Love makes the brotherhood of nations true
Love goads man’s heart to seek the creator
Love is the basis for man’s existence
Love turns each home, a living paradise
Love makes a man akin to God at times
Love brings us forgiveness of God and bliss
Love turns the earthly transience worth living
Love gives an aim divine in our journey
Love helps us face our challenges in life
Love makes all human beings more humane
Love keeps the human race to grow stronger
Love moves all hearts to remorse, repentance
Love made the one God sacrifice His Son
Love is the cause of heaven’s reality
Love fills the empty heart with hope anew
Love opens new windows and vistas
Love fuses souls to Maker’s intentions
Love adds dignity to our earthly stay
Love is the most potent weapon on earth
Love is the lasting solution to peace
Love makes the earth a somewhat paradise
Love is a gift more precious than all wealth!
poem by John Celes
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Earth Is Not A Commodity To Waste
It is sad to see,
All of humanity being destroyed by greed.
It feels hopeless to witness,
Nature making attempts to convince Earth's inhabitants...
Without them protecting it with concern,
All life as it is known...
Will be eliminated with this one lesson to be learned:
~Ungrateful and foolish are those in conflict who believe,
They can live here on Earth to choose destruction as they please.
And still live to receive benefit.
By the fostering to maintain their sustained ignorance of it.~
Earth is not a commodity to waste as if it is easy to amputate,
What is disliked by the few who ignite division.
A thinking and feeling Earth could care less,
Who amongst those leeching to feed upon it...
Profess to be better than the rest.
It is here to endear and provide for all of its creations
And if it decides all life should end...
So be it of its own making with a choice to do to accomplish.
And yes...
Those with kept and divisive religious beliefs,
Will have nothing to do with Earth's decision.
No faked praise is going to save lives.
Earth can be a 'mother' in these situations.
With a strictness descending upon those given.
~You better recognize! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Resurection
the resurection of JESUS has come into my life.
yet! what i see is different from what you might see.
he made the ultimate sacrifice for his GOD up above.
but while on this earth, he showed us his love.
look upon his face while on the cross
he was crying for humanity.
his arms outstretched to tell us the LORDS word
must be spread from one corner of the earth
to the other.
HIS feet nailed together to tell us
that we must unite as one.
the holes in his hands and feet
is the depth of his love for us.
HE showed us to believe in something
that we could not see.
that belief has come with our baptism.
and when i see CHRIST on the cross
my love deepens even more.
to see the sacrifice that he made for you and me
and through his love, he set us free.
as he was taken down from the cross
and put into the tomb.
GOD began to heal his wounds.
just as GOD took seven days to make the earth
he took three days to bring CHRIST back to us.
so we could see the love he has for you and me.
he showed the apostles and the people
who did'nt believe
that his son would live through eternity.
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Removing The Veil
All people are born with a spiritual veil that covers their face,
Left in its place this veil hides both God's Truth and His Grace.
God sent His Son to earth, with the intent to take this veil away,
But with hearts filled with pride, some have chose to let it remain.
Allowing it to remain and being veiled from God's Truth from above,
They are hindered from being filled with God's peace and His love.
This hindering veil falls off when one simply believes in The Lord,
This is an eternal truth from above that no man can afford to ignore.
Abraham, who was called God's friend, believed long before you and I,
By God's Grace alone he was not hindered, as God spoke from the sky.
He had no Bible to help him, but Abraham believed Him never the less,
So God smiled down upon him, and credited it to him as righteousness.
God chose to walk with Abraham, and started a nation through him,
But instead of following his example, many chose to continue in sin.
Because of their choice, God sent a veil over the face of the nation,
However, through this tiny nation, God sent His ultimate Salvation.
Now all people on earth will be blessed through this one tiny nation,
As salvation to all mankind, was His plan from the dawn of creation.
So accept God's Gift of Salvation through Christ, by believing today,
And that veil that has spiritually blinded you will simply fall away.
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It Has Always Been You - Pt6
Part 6
You, Him and all the Others were the same One, it was emphasized,
but each time You'd come down were so very differently disguised.
Each time You would come heralding a New Age and New Humanity,
which was what some of Your Saints were preparing mankind to see.
By discipline, meditation, study, prayer, purification of body and mind,
one could devote themself to You in daily life, so not to be left behind
in the coming New World Order which shall abate the rushing tide
of ignorance and selfishness, being a part of mankind's lower side.
We have all seen and should know how bad its really been lately,
with all the wars and power struggles that have passed belatedly;
causing so much destruction, pain, loss of life and property
Your words would ring through my brain jolting my memory:
You said 'such are the pangs and symptoms of spiritual rebirth'
and that all would be affected by Your presence on this earth.
Which is due to mankind's forgetfulness, of its divine origin, and is instead
all engaged in asserting short lasting and false values lodged in its head.
These are based on illusion which is the reason we are grossly misled
being the cause of much evil, having ignored what You previously said.
It's only by living a divine life while here on this earth that we can all
fulfill life's purpose thus being not required to come back any more.
You compassionately stated the importance of following a Perfect Master(1)
by surrendering and obedience to Him/Her anyone could get there much faster.
He/She was someone who had already achieved life's purpose and Divine goal
and was the very embodiment and shining example of man's Highest Soul.
Only by becoming as dust at the feet of such a living true saint,
seekers could gain His/Her grace and so attain a life free of all taint.
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(1) Note:
A Perfect Master or Sadguru (Satguru) can be either male or female and is on the 7Th Plane of Involution. Has achieved full Self-Realization and is one with God. Also called a Man or Woman God. He or She lives the life of God in the world and wields infinite power, knowledge and bliss. A person who comes into contact with a Perfect Master is helped to progress on the spiritual path.
See also ‘Discourses ‘ and ‘God Speaks’ by Meher Baba
poem by George Krokos
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Im sick and tired(written on August 16,2008)
Im sick of pretending im happy
Im tired of pretending i care
all this pain ive been put through
Is too much for me to bare
Im sick of pretending i love life
im tired of living this lie
fed up with trying to hide my hurt
I just want to sit down and cry
Im sick of pretending i hate you
Imtired of pretending to know
The reasons why you left me
Oh why did you have to go
Im sick of trying
Im tired of crying
Yeah im smiling
But inside im dying
poem by Elizabeth Burnworth
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The Great Nativity
Go sound the trumpet of victory,
and tell the tale of man's allegory.
The world of men has been given a unique gift,
that will change the face of humanity aloft.
Unto us a precious child is born,
that will amend all lives that has been torn.
Unto us men a treasure is given,
that will bring 2 us all the peace of heaven.
He is the enternal begotten son of GOD the father,
and the divine human redeemer.
He is the x-ray of God's judicious judgement,
that relieves us from our earthly pains like liniment.
He's birth has brought joy to the world of men,
and forgiveness of God to bad omen.
He is the prince of God's peace,
and lord of all human race.
He is the gift of God's immunity,
to the sins of the world of humanity
poem by Stanley Oguh
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