Deep levels
I am not going to sacrifice myself on deep levels, simply to be pleasant on superficial levels. That means not suffering people that refused to face and resolve issues, as well as conflicts or pretend nothing has changed so as to hold onto power, their fragile sense of control, their pseudo self. Maybe on Facebook but not in real life. Some will say what is the difference. There is none, so good by.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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How Deep Do You Want To Go?
Here we are!
Finally.
At level one.
'What were those other levels,
We passed through?
And...
Just how many levels are there? '
Those 'other' levels?
They comprised the toy department.
Now we begin the seriousness,
Of our journey.
Level one is the introduction.
'And...
How many levels are there?
How deep are you taking us? '
How deep do you want to go?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Have A Tendency To Ridicule And Attack One Another Harshly On The Deepest Levels
We have a tendency to ridicule and attack one another harshly on the deepest levels, really calumniate to destroy one other emotionally, morally, personally. This reflects the emotional ignorance, lack of understanding and emotional respect we where subjected to, often unintentionally, as children as infants, as newborns, it gets played out in all sorts of elaborate fashions but in essence it is the results of our hurt minds, emotions, feelings and soul.
How do you respond in a healing manner to others that are important to you that are marooned on such emotionally stunted levels that hold such limiting, painfully restricting views? You do not go down to their level, nor do you pretend that the gravity of their mindset is not toxic. You go on with your life, as you do you might occasionally invite them to meet you on higher grounds but do not engage in battles on lower levels. You lose your self and power that way. You gain self and strength when you have the space to engage live freely, meaningfully that only comes when you do not restrict your self to battles on lower levels. You healing these who are receptive to heal, in time others will find their own way if the choose to let go of the unfulfilling ways they are exercising on lower levels, mind sets, when such individuals stop using control for control sake. If out of stubbornness they wish to remain immature, that is their choice, you do not have to destroy your self, hurt your self in engaging with them, by connecting with them, in trying to save them if they do not want to move.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Rhetorical
I would like to know
What is a wife?
What is a companion?
What is a friend?
I do not know
What a husband is.
I do know
What I am
I have some understanding
Concerning a companion
In either situation
Concern for the other...
A cascade never ending.
On one/another we are depending
Equilibrium is always first.
Love means nothing
Without consideration
Neither is friendship.
Something even when you are hurting
A grave sacrifice...
Forbearance is a required act.
Exploring outside of you
Without sealing off the rest of you...
In a true relationship there is no boss
Passing the cup to the one capable
Unite that decision...
No defense needed.
Not to make a pledge
But a certain maturing from the ledge
Perfection can always be...considered.
Love has many levels
A wife has many levels
A friend has many levels...
A mask has no levels,
Trickology is what it is...
Deception no matter what level,
It is deception.
No good can come from it
No matter what it's true is.
I am in battle with myself
A battle I intend to win...
Once I understand
A comparison now and again
A place or time now and again
I would like to know;
Is that a reason to grow
I understand friendship?
But who am I any/way?
Am I friend or foe?
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Moonbeam Levels
Yesterday I tried 2 write a novel but I didn't know where 2 begin
So I laid down in the grass tryin' 2 feel the world turn
Boy loses girl in a rain storm, nuclear World War III
All that's left is pain and sorrow, as far as he's concerned
CHORUS:
He says please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
I'm lookin' 4 a better place 2 die
Maybe he's lookin' 4 a different world
Maybe he's lookin' 4 a brand new high
Maybe he would like a nice condo overlookin' the rings of Saturn
Maybe he wants affection instead of a plastic life
Maybe he doesn't know what he wants at all
CHORUS
A newborn child knows nothing of destruction
Nothing of love and hate
What happens in between is a mystery
Because we don't give a damn about his fate
He said he'll never keep diaries 2 learn from his mistakes
Instead he'll just repeat all the good things that he's done
Fight 4 perfect love until it's perfect love he makes
When he's happy then his battle will be won (It's never 2 late)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
(Send your.. send 2 me)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
(Send your levels 2 me)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
(Sending me your.. send 2 me)
I'm lookin' 4 a better place 2 die (Better place 2 die)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me (Oh yeah!)
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me {x2}
He don't, he don't, he don't really wanna die
He don't wanna, he don't wanna, he don't wanna die {x2}
He don't really wanna die
song performed by by Prince
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Fear Ultimate Sentence On Soul
different styles
different strokes
for different folks
identity perceptive
is relative to issues
levels of tolerance
vary through levels
of cultural political
religious importance
above all truth
integrity intentions
declare responses
honourable
or deceitful
truth is constantly
spun by masters of spin
served up politically
for self serving
power party purposes
personal profit
innocent blood
national suffering
who is accountable?
a world Supreme Court
is not divine judgement
fear not men’s judgement
those who take innocent life
justly or unjustly
kill body then can do no more
fear he who will judge souls
fear ultimate soul judgement
fear ultimate sentence on soul
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Let Me Tell You Something
do not be intimidated by what i do,
there is no sense to my work
this is plain
cooperation with boredom
and some unresolved conflicts
(i still hope conflicts have minds of
their own
and resolve their conflicts by themselves
which they call
as auto-resolution, people have a
sub-language of their own
wanting to be understood
within their circles)
do not think that i am your competitor
i must admit before you
i am not an artist at all
not even hardworking
i am clumsy and cannot even hold a pen
and if i hold it
my teacher says i am holding a hammer
(her term really is a jackhammer
since i am forceful by all means
asserting always
the wrong point, and my classmates laugh
at me
and they never had the inkling that someday
i will be a great man
sort of i can be the best mediocre in town
a nobody, a great nobody,
yes, i finally know the term
do not take me seriously for someday
i will be a great nobody
if ever i get to be
90)
now are you satisfied that i am
not threatening at all?
you see, i am just an ordinary son
to the most ordinary father
who goes to the sea
old and naked
clanging bones and dives
to the depth
with all the people saying
'Que Horror! '
it is just a splash you know
it is nothing, like the splashing frog of Basho.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Will Give
Having real faith is knowing that life will give you unexpected circumstances that no one could have imagined were all of your so called mistakes, faults, weaknesses, and issues will be your greatest strengths, such ways of how things are will not only redeem you but rattle all those that doubted you, in to higher levels of belief in life, in their good. Many will be more able to see through the illusion of darkness, that is the result of intentional lack of love.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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An Old Man Wants Life To Be Pleasant
An old man wants life to be pleasant
He does not want to know too much
About the wars and conflicts of the world
He does not want to hear too much noise
He does not want to hear people argue
And know about other peoples quarrels
He wants life to be pleasant
He knows he will not save the world
The others will have to do that
He has done what he has done
And done it for a long time
It has made little difference
And what else he can do will make less-
He wants life to be pleasant-
Without disturbances and disorders
Without too many demands upon himself
Quiet
Able to do his own things
Not bothered
To sit at home when he wants
And walks when he wants
And talk with his wife when they both are at peace
Not to hear and know about all the problems even his own
To be pleasant
To be peaceful
Even if inside he knows its going wrong
Even if there is the pain
He wants it to be pleasant
For as long as it can be
Before its not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Taught To Be Professionally Combative
I would not categorize myself,
By using any means of limitation.
Some who live without missions,
Or causes...
Would not understand my commitment.
Nor do I campaign my efforts.
I will say I am direct.
Pleasant and respectful to a fault.
However...
I do not mind coming face to face,
Or nose to nose...
With anyone who assumes,
My life has not been lived...
Without challenges.
I prefer to be peaceful.
But...
I also have been taught to be,
Professionally combative!
Both as a performing artist,
As an ex-military man...
AND having survived marriage.
So...
I am mentally equipped to deal,
With anyone on several levels.
And living alone on my own...
In a few distant cities,
Has given me a lot of insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because systems of mass communication can communicate only officially acceptable levels of reality, no one can know the extent of the secret unconscious life. No one in America can know what will happen. No one is in real control.
quote by Allen Ginsberg
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No Such Thing As Safe Levels
“Safe levels” are relative, as
Radiation kills at every level
Japanese raise levels higher
Their lies are not accidental
poem by Ray Lucero
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So Soon We Change
(rod stewart / chen, savigar, cregan, grainger)
Seems like only yesterday
We were laughing like a couple of kids
Fun we had when first met
Aint been around much since
Sharing every hour every day
Funny how time slips away
But theres no replacement, baby
When the good times fade away
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Funny how soon we change
Oh how soon we changed
You remember caseys bar
And maxfields after dark
We were different people then
Inseparable never apart
But now the novelty is wearing thin
We spend most time arguing
It was all so easy then
Itll never be again
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
I thought I knew you inside out
But obviously I was wrong
Makes no difference what I say
We just dont get along
Face the facts it can never last
Were driffing apart real fast
Id gladly give up everything
To start all over again
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Funny how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Funny how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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These people have elevated audacity to symphonic and operatic levels. The Florida Supreme Court relied on new law to resolve the election dispute down there.
quote by Vincent Bugliosi
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If you look at the 19 hijackers who came to the United States in Sept. 11 to commit those acts, if you'd looked at them before they got onto a plane, you could probably say the same thing. There were various levels of expertise, various levels of competence.
quote by Robert Mueller
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And people do enjoy the plays at completely different levels. And, likewise, they enjoy the authorship question... at completely different levels.
quote by Mark Rylance
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I Believe In People
people
I still believe in people
inherent
potential good in people
even
poor lost souls life afflicted
time
cry of heart cry of soul
redeems
people who want to change
people
who resolve with purpose
to change
chance acts heroic restore
reputation
atone for human error sin
God
always always loves the sinner
merely
hates levels of deception sin
all
angels in heaven rejoice when
even
one single sinner is repentance saved
time
enough for each day its own evil
time enough
for all who in heaven would be saved
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.
quote by Danny Glover
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Control Over Power
Control over power is good, because everyone needs control over the burden of power.
Power over control is not the best, because people then can not control the power they have and use it in very sick and disgraceful ways.
That's why control over power is the best and that will never change.
poem by Andrew Marks
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I wanted control over the merchandising, the actual packaging of the product. That was a big factor. The only way for me to exercise control on all those levels was to start my own label.
quote by Helen Reddy
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It Should Behoove
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention.
The suppressed have always felt...
They could not deal with it at all.
They were used to peddle issues to confuse,
Suckered suburbanites believing their lifestyles excite.
Keeping this cat and mouse game teased...
While thieves in suits ran off with the cheese!
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention.
Slums are created for ghetto-ites...
To endorse services for the poor and homeless,
Everyone ignores.
Egos are fed by those leading missionary tours.
Giving 'insight' on what those tax dollars pay for!
But none of this picturesque bliss...
Trickles down to provide hope for those helpless!
If there was any sensibility...
Some of this investment,
Would have provided an upward mobility!
But common sense and greed...
Have not proven to be good sleeping companions!
None of it makes sense.
And that is the intention...
For those whose minds do not seem to operate,
On the same levels of their stated greatness!
Even though nothing what is done makes sense...
Intentionally!
It should behoove someone to realize,
Only fools can move ignorance to new lows of endeavors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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