Ringmasters Word
I have a purpose...
Take your dill knife, stab me, go, strike my heart...(ha ha, ha ha...ha ha, ha ha )
I have a purpose...
Such things cant exist...
I have a purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them...
I have a purpose...
Quietly, I will come over your bed,
I will lean over and gently bite your neck...
Ringmaster...
I have a purpose...
You will tell them of me and how one day I shall come for them
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Your Purpose of Living
The master of purpose does not
respect certificate or degree;
He only respect people
with purpose in life.
Purpose is the gate fee
to success land.
Purpose is your direction.
Purpose is an objective in life,
dream, and what you are here for.
You cannot move on in life
until you have discovered
your objectives in life,
which is your purpose of living.
poem by Franca Kenneth
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Find It. Your Purpose
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.
But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!
And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.
Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep The Intent Of Your Purpose
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
It is difficult enough,
To constantly be bombarded...
From those events,
That fuss things up.
It's enough to want to cuss,
Everything believed to be corrupt.
But that 'outside' stuff that is happening...
Has a meaning that should awaken all of us.
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
Each day collect pieces,
Of your sanity.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Be gentle and easily allow yourself to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purpose crosses disciplines. Purpose is an essential element of you. It is the reason you are on the planet at this particular time in history. Your very existence is wrapped up in the things you are here to fulfill. Whatever you choose for a career path, remember, the struggles along the way are only meant to shape you for your purpose.
quote by Chadwick Boseman
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I have purpose
I have purpose
I will face the road ahead
It’s my chance
I don’t have time to worry
I have a purpose
I will not express regret
If I go back now
Everything I do will be useless
I have a purpose
There’s schedule I must complete
My head is clear
I will not stop before I reach
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Eleven Angels # 9
(9) Purpose Angel
Am your Purpose Angel,
My job is not considered the less
but to help you find and
express your unique purpose
and special talents in life
poem by Noel Horlanda
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A man with a half volition goes backwards and forwards, and makes no way on the smoothest road a man with a whole volition advances on the roughest, and will reach his purpose, if there be even a little worthiness in it. The man without a purpose is like a ship without a rudder - a waif, a nothing, a no man. Have a purpose in life and having it, throw such strength of mind and muscle into your work as God has given you.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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Law and order exist for the purpose of establishing justice and when they fail in this purpose they become the dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social progress.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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You Write Because Of A Certain Purpose
writing with a purpose.
like everything and everyone
always with a purpose...
beauty, and hope and sadness
and death and redemption...
all these have built-in purposes
but whatever that is
the things-in-themselves
without mouths speak for what they mean
outstretched tendrils looking for the ray of the sun
blooming petals wanting for someone to adore
pathways seeking themselves on a certain destinations
seas covering the earth giving way to the existence of maps
and so i write, i keep the purpose within my letters
my words that you read
this poem that shows arms opening
to embrace you and also to keep my cold heart warm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When The Daylight Comes
They wish to stay sophisticated,
But afraid of taking risks.
And,
Choose to bicker over petty conflicts that exist.
They wish to want what they can get,
But not retrict their nonsense.
And,
Choose to bicker over petty conflicts that exist.
Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.
And...
When the daylight comes,
They run away from the Sun.
Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.
These people do their screw ups,
In the corners of the dark.
And...
When the daylight comes,
They run away from the Sun.
Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.
Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.
They wish to stay sophisticated,
But afraid of taking risks.
And,
Choose to bicker over petty conflicts that exist.
Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.
When the daylight comes,
They run away from the Sun.
Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chronicles of a Criss Crossed and Broken Heart part 5
Pruprpose why we live, is there life without purpose
is purpose present when left un-found?
can one have malevolence and benevolence
is there any recompense
for a broken heart
why even start
to make amends
(end Chronicles)
for i have found my answer my answer is the Lord God all mighty
He who gives purpose and mends broken hearts keeps me from being flighty
poem by David Knox
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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 As A Treasured Experience
If it was not meant to be taken seriously,
None of it would have been given to be taken
With a purpose to receive,
And comprehend its meaning.
Instead of comprehending the meaning of it,
It has been left to sit
As of its existence is there to provide,
One a uselessness.
And one who has decided,
That all there is to it was to use
Until the nourishment from it was exhausted.
Then an exhaustion from taking it for granted
Leaves.
If
It was not meant to be taken seriously,
What is the purpose for any of it to exist.
Just to please the existing of the unimportance,
To prioritize an increasing toleration of nonsense.
And
If nonsense continues to increase,
The purpose of witnessing any of this
Diminishes in value to be lost as a treasured experience.
Never to have been found worthy of its priceless blessing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God’s Purpose Never Changed
I will post
poems today
the purpose
is not
about you
or me
it is about
God
this purpose
has never
changed
persona
changes
within certain
styles
within
poems
I write
but
consistency
of purpose
never changed
it is a constant
as omnipresent
omnipotent
omnibenevolent
omniscient God
is constant.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Something Else Unstated
What is it that one 'should' expect to accept?
That which is told and thought to be correct.
Or another version of it,
To then be told what was first said and heard...
One should forget since it was not meant,
To be intended to be interpreted...
For anyone to take seriously.
'Then why say these things at all?
What is the purpose? '
~Today?
I've learned not to analyze one's intentions.
Or the depths of their honesty or purpose,
To avert away from it.
It has become too easy for anyone,
To change what they initially say...
For something else unstated,
They claim to have meant.~
'Why bother to make attempts,
To have a meaningful conversation? '
~How can that be done?
When people have not experienced,
The benefit or purpose of having one.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Somebody's Hero
It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
With a living of a life,
That's perfect in someone's eyes.
It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
To one day disappoint.
And become the one criticized.
Those who get a whiff of this,
Try to hide their blemishes.
And flaws they cover to dismiss,
A heart that wishes to please.
And...
Alone they seek to be.
Eventually.
No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
To one day disappoint.
And become the one criticized.
It is never ever easy,
To be somebody's hero.
Oh no no no.
With a living of a life,
That's perfect in someone's eyes.
No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
Yeah.
No one is perfect.
No no no.
With this their purpose.
No no no.
To exist on the surface.
No no no.
We all have feelings deep!
And,
At times they can get deeper.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Know the world.
The purpose of life
Is not eating and living alone.
It should go beyond that.
It must be sharing love
And lending shoulder to lean on..
The purpose of the world
Is not living in it and making use of it.
It should go beyond that.
It must be that you know yourself
In it and bind yourself with the rest.
You can live with fat wallet.
You cannot sleep without wet hearts
18.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Days Whittled Away
Small becomes big, while huge is little, this as we mentally whittle,
Sorting many things in our mind, looking forward and also behind;
Pondering things, near and far, not content with things as they are,
Thinking beyond the here and now, we can slide into why and how.
Looking beyond all that we can see, thinking about what could be,
With our mind, overriding our heart, our flesh begins doing its part,
As temptations comes into play, trying to direct these feet of clay,
To stray from God’s said purpose, all provided by The Lord Jesus.
Some things in life may seem small, but, perception is not over all,
As personal wants cloud the view, of this life given to me and you;
While in our minds we may scheme; what we usually call our dream,
Almost appearing to be discontent, with the purpose, we were sent.
We then proceed, to whittle away, at that purpose, from day to day,
When we start wrestling in our mind, with daily issues of every kind,
As our eyes are taken off The Lord, His purpose, for us, is ignored.
Clouding, all that matters, in this life, as we stray from Jesus Christ.
But, God’s purpose doesn’t change, for our Lord remains the same,
Working through the life of everyone, who’s been called by His Son,
And so daily our focus needs to be, on Christ and things of Eternity,
As we live here, one day at a time, through a power which is sublime.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
A Reason And A Purpose
A Reason And A Purpose
Our life's journey here on earth
has a reason and a purpose
We have our ups and downs
and we have to deal life
In a gracious manner and more fulfilling
counting our blessings from day to day
Focusing on the pains and sufferings
will only miss the beauty and richness life can offer
there must be a reason why
Just look at the brighter side
Allow your heart to leap with joy
And with gratitude to the One Above
God has a reason and a purpose
In His time, everything will be for the best
He will take care of the rest.
be happy and contented
God bless you
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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