Your Vision Is Not To Be Questioned
Am 'I' arrogant?
Is this something you are assuming?
Or does this show?
Have you been told this?
I want to know.
'It is too obvious to deny!
You reek of it! '
Great.
You had me worried.
I thought this was something you assumed.
And I've been spending too much time,
Nourishing it to ensure it blooms.
It's not yet perfected.
I am allowing it to grow.
'You have an absence of humility!
None that I can see.'
That too is wonderful.
At least your vision is not to be questioned.
Not by me.
Thanks!
You have restored my faith.
I admit sometimes it weakens.
And I pray everyday,
To keep it available and on display.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Questioned the Reek
When behavior they 'then' expressed,
Was not addressed...
But to some questionable?
Those of responsibility could have stood up,
To the plate.
No one did this.
But many bit down to chew!
And...
Instead,
An appreciation for that was shown.
With a bowing to lower eyes and heads.
Mixed signals were sent.
And deceit and devilment...
Were given carte blanche signals,
Not to slow down with caution...
But to move like blinded bulls,
Charging through halls...
Where precious crystal and china were used.
And no one confused a 'no' with a 'go'!
In fact...
Honors were given.
And some medals bestowed.
Some folks were given carte blanche signals.
For more of this to be exposed.
And it showed.
And they did...go!
Taking 'everything' with them,
To an humongous cellpool!
A deepened hole...
Where rooms were added.
And pretensions glowed!
With a renovation to extend the existing stench.
Guests were invited and asked to adorn masks.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
But...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
And...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned.
No one questioned.
No one questioned the reek.
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 thought from Isaac of Nineveh
Isn’t it extraordinary – when
you come to think of it – that
the One whom atheists deny
(for then they would have to acknowledge
One greater than themselves…)
knew, knows, about humility…?
I mean, how could He?
Suppose, He hadn’t sent
such men as Jesus Christ
to show us that humility
was, is, godly, and indeed,
a path to know that One?
Would we then be treating
the humble as the self-victimising
scum of the earth? And we, assured in being
proud and arrogant?
What else could that One
know of contraries and opposites,
paradox and contradiction,
unless He (or She, or It)
knows all; knows us
better than we know ourselves?
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My Religion
On one prelude to a brown new day
A man besides me woke up and pray
As curious as a caring mother
I questioned ''who is your maker''
He turn and showered a bundles of smile
And said ''I have been calling this words for a while''
Since he pushed you to this question
Well I shall show you my religion
first my faith is islam a peaceful teaching
we are called muslims the one that should do good thing
my maker is ALLAH, he is great
Unto him their is no equal weight
He born nor born or feels
He make he assigned and he kills
If we are wise, we should avoid our brothers bees
His mercy he grant for no fees
From abraham to muhammad he call
But the last is vital than them all
These people were meant for us to follow
But the last some say they did not know
Is it out of ignorance they deny?
Or perhaps to know him they never did try
We carved our action from the koran
A book our prophet left to guide every man
We are though to respect ever species
Even infant who don't know how to pull out feces
We believed, everyone is responsible for his motives
Not his faith which ensure, victim forgives
Young man my faith is islam
A blissful experience for every man
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Less Thought to Accomplish
It would be wonderful to leave tags and labels,
On everyone.
To ensure that having a satisfaction is done.
And those tags and labels never move in time.
Remaining in our minds as something that takes,
Less thought to accomplish.
But so grateful we are when the ease of it is found.
It would be wonderful to claim people are what we say.
And from our narrow perspectives they would stay that way.
To perfect a game that is safely played,
In a world getting more complexed everyday.
And everyday there seems to be disappointments made,
When nothing we pigeon-hole fits properly in its place.
And we become stressed to locate a depiction that conveys...
Just what those limits are that comforts our consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know You're There and Listening
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You're here!
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me near.
Everyday when I pray,
I know You're there and listening.
Everyday when I pray,
I'm listening to You too!
And no matter if gray clouds appear.
Or thunder in my mind...
Brings tears.
I find You there protecting.
I find safe shelter here.
It's very clear
I find You near me...
Everyday.
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You are so near.
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me close...
To watch.
And chase away those fears that come.
To let me know I'm not just one with You.
You prove this everyday that I go through.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You are never from me far,
Away.
I know You're there,
With me...
As always.
I know You're there!
To comfort me.
Eternally...
You're there.
Inside of me.
And in my heart,
To believe.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You're never from me far,
Away.
You're here with me.
Kept faithfully to believe.
Everyday as I pray,
With faith and believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reconciliation
The struggle has been fierce
Its aftermath evokes tears
But one thing is crystal clear
Quenching the fire the only thing, right
That will ensure our future, bright
Reconciliation, our arbiter must be
We all deemed the struggle a just fight
You were fighting for your right
We were defending our right
Why were we oblivious of the obvious
Allowing selfishness our master be
Leading us sheepishly to self-destruction
Humans of one nation
People with one destination
This mistake, never must we replay
A new heart we must display
Reconciliation the only way out
Reconciliation, our only hope
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Accessories To A Crime
A DISPLAY and PERFORMANCE,
Of a ROUTINE...
May not be as DEEPLY FELT,
As one's pronouncement...
Of a FAITH kept in BELIEFS,
NOT PROVIDING the NEEDS one SAYS is GETTING...
RELIGIOUSLY.
'If' it is OBVIOUS a DICHOTOMY translates DECEPTION.
And has been PUBLICLY allowed to DEMONICLY ravage...
One's SOUL and GIFTS GIVEN.
No matter what the quality of those SYMBOLS,
WORN or CARRIED to DISPLAY one's ASSOCIATION...
Underlined to be QUOTED as if to keep one IMMUNIZED,
From one's BAD HABITS and ADVERSE ADDICTIONS.
SUPPLIED to ENFORCE one's SELF-CENTERED ways,
That SHOWS to ADD to ONE'S own DESTRUCTION...
As well as THOSE ALLOWING that destruction to OCCUR.
AS if to ASSIST as ACCESSORIES to a CRIME one commits.
And those refusing to be accessories,
To one afflicted with demons...
Can not be faulted for their attempts made,
To save a soul to do what it wishes from choices...
ONE should but DOES NOT RESTRICT to be AVOIDED.
With a faith one proclaims is one's strength and salvation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of Their League
When one picks on another,
Out of their league of abilities...
There is going to be a display,
Of animosity.
With beliefs a deserving of equality,
Should be shown and given.
Although...
Questioned by the doing of it,
By those obvious to the lack of comparison.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vendettas
After attracting my attention,
Then using tactics to slander me...
With the aid of my friends and family.
And upgrading degrading techniques,
Of perfected backstabbing skills you inflicted.
You now say you have learned your lessons?
I am quite curious! ?
How did you think I felt...
And where did you think I was,
As you practice your vendettas?
Sipping lemonade as you paraded
Your dislike for me?
There is not a cheek on me I'm turning.
I did not go to that school.
You chose me because you thought I was a fool.
To use and abuse...
Thinking that was cool!
I'm choosing you for purposes to humiliate!
There is quite a difference in my approach!
You say you 'now' have found God?
I think that's great!
You see,
God and I have been buddies for years!
He asked what I thought of you a long time ago!
I said nothing.
That gave Him a clue...
To do what He wanted to do to you!
I am just going to watch.
Since God told me to keep silent in prayer,
And HE would ensure all my prayers would be answered!
While you were doing those things to me...
God has had His eye on you.
And I am sure whatever He decides to do,
Will meet with my satisfaction!
Petty distractions...
I let God handle from now on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within Their Restricted Mental Limits
There are more who pray and complain,
Than there are those who pray with a faith committed.
There are those who say they pray everyday...
And remain fearful to let God with them,
Have His way.
There are those who receive answers to questions asked.
To still deny those messages given.
There are those who claim they 'believe' as they do.
But only if what is believed fits the image,
Within their restricted mental limits!
And nothing the Creator has made even today,
Has ever stopped to be confirmed...
By anyone on Earth,
Through use of learned scriptures or quoted verse...
Can swear to declare God has finished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Every Day Could Be Christmas
If every day could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
Christmas lights up the city
Roof tops covered in snow
Lover's sharing a slay ride cuddled close
And their eyes seem to glow
Window shopping on Main Street
Bundled up head to toe
The childeren ice-skating around the tree
I see smiles young and old
If every day could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
Church bells ring in the distance
Peace on earth fills the air
Side-walk Santa's handing out candy-canes
I feel love everywhere (everywhere)
If everyday could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
It's the time
we open up and give from the heart
Let love shine baby this time
If every day could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
If every day could be Christmas
What a wonderful world it would be
We could carry this feeling within us
All through the year
If everyday could be Christmas
If everyday could be Christmas
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Am I Okay?
Who has lived and not questioned,
'Am I okay? '
I'd like to think I am that way...
Okay!
And unafraid.
Although moments spent like this,
Are quick anf fleeting.
There are days I awaken,
With wishes to erase every mistake I've made.
Simply chase them away,
Sighing in deep relief...
I have a consciousness that frees me of guilt.
Am I okay?
Yes.
And everyday after I pray,
Attempting to obey my freedom from temptations...
I know I display I am not yet at peace.
With a need to keep my mind at ease.
But...
Am I okay?
Sure!
Who else can endure my own headaches?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Imagination
Follow the wonderful dream that you’re making,
Hang on to the vision as dawn is breaking,
A fantasy of your very own making,
is a glorious story told.
Let it lift your heart as it is warming,
Watch it grow upwards, and as it is forming,
A pride will arise as a new stage is dawning,
for this glorious story told.
Wake up and find that your imagination,
Becomes reality, great celebration,
Never give up on your new inspiration,
with this glorious story told.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Blind Faith
[ alternative version of planned obsolescence ]
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Love, breaks apart is amyth of human kindness
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
Panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
Panic in the worried night the tempting rises
No doubt that shed desire blind faith in all surmises
No doubt that shed desire blind faith in all surmises
No doubt that shed deny blind faith in half-surmises
Because
Any modern man can see that
Any modern man can see that
Piety obsolete
Faith obsolete
Mysticism obsolete
Prophetic vision obsolete
Any modern man can see that
Any modern mad can see that
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
Panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
Panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
Panic in the worried night the tempting rises
No doubt that shed desire blind faith in all surmises
No doubt that shed desire blind faith in all surmises
No doubt that shed deny blind faith in half-surmises
Because
Any modern man can see that
Any modern man can see that
Piety obsolete
Faith obsolete
Mysticism obsolete
Prophetic vision obsolete
Any modern man can see that
Any modern mad can see that
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I learned everything from that show, so it's just a wonderful memory to me. A lot of people would be embarrassed to admit that they were on 'Barney', but I embrace the fact. I just had such a wonderful time doing that show... I learned what a camera and prop is, and all that. I learned my manners too, so I guess that's a good thing!
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Crushing On You
Every time I see you
You make me wish I can tell you that I like you, but
I can't because I'm afraid of rejection and
My heart will feel like a broken glass
You're cute, funny, amazing and cool
I can't get you out of my mind
You make me go crazy
I can't go a day without you
Every time I see you
You take my breath away
Now I told you that I like you because
I can't hide from you anymore, but
You say that you don't like me
You're great, nice, and awesome person
I rather just be alone
If I know I can't have you
Every time I see you
You make me go crazy
After I told you that I like you again
You say that I'm not your type
Now you break my heart even more and
You're everything I have picture
Why can't you just admit that you're holding back on yourself and you want me
You're afraid that you get made fun of and you need to learn to trust your heart
Every time I see you
You take my breath away
Now I told you that I like you because
I can't hide from you anymore, but
You say you don't like me
You're great, nice, and awesome person
I rather just be alone
If I know I can't have you
Every time I see you
You make me smile
Now we can never be together
I need to learn to accept your decision
I know it going to be hard to see you everyday
You're a cute, funny, and alright
Why can't I just get over you and
Move on to someone else
Every time I see you
I feel like I'm going to faith
I need to not have feelings for you anymore
I can still talk and laugh with you, but
I can't kept falling for you because it going to kept getting harder to get over you
You're an amazing, cool, and fun person
I finally realized it just a waste of time to get you to be with me
So I hope to find someone else one day and forget you
Crushing on you
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That Was a Wonderful Story
They are 'still' on their knees praying,
For acceptance and approval.
And this they do,
While the 'master' makes no attempt,
To hide the fact...
There is specifc intention,
To burn down every aspect of the plantation.
And they continue to pray...
That this vision will cease.
And the mind of the 'master' is restored with senses.
'Wow, grand-daddy.
That was a wonderful story.
You've got anymore of those? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I will be spending Christmas in Heaven
I will be spending Christmas in Heaven this year where the clouds will be my snow, the stars will be my Christmas Lights and the present that I will receive is the gift of peace surrounding my soul.
Be merry and jolly for me as I will be for you please don’t dropp a tear, don’t let your heart be trouble heaven is a wonderful place to spend Christmas.
I will be spending Christmas in Heaven playing with the angels from above looking down at you. From time to time on Christmas day I will be in your kitchen making sure that you have time too pray.
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