My whole life has been one of seeking experience.
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Blessed With This Gift
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
With a feeling that expresses a gratefulness,
To experience this gift.
They will see opportunity.
And know to them it has already been given.
If one makes a decision,
Life is to be lived and not taken for granted...
Blessings given will be shared,
If they awaken with thoughts...
To be to others more caring!
If...
And that's not a big 'if' to ponder.
Not to awaken thinking of possibilities!
Or what this day given brings.
If...
One makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
One just has to start,
Realizing each day when they awaken...
They have already been blessed with a gift!
If...
For them that is a decision made,
To see a life that has been given that way...
Fortunes are at their fingertips.
With a pricelessness that enriches.
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
And feeling blessed with this gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forfeiture
Seeking love,
She lost her innocence;
Seeking security,
She lost her freedom;
Seeking passion,
She lost her honor;
Seeking solace,
She lost her sanity;
Seeking an end,
She lost her life.
Requiscat in pace
poem by John Bliven Morin
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The Screen Behind The Mirror
(m.cretu.) .
Heres the mirror
Behind there is a screen
Turn around
On both ways you can get in
The experience of survival
Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one wholl guide you to the limits of your choice
The experience / of survival
Try to think about it ...
Thats the chance to live your life and discover
Try to think about it
The experience of survival
The experience ...
The experience of survival
The experience ...
song performed by by Enigma
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Inspired
Why am I seeking to be controversial?
I am not specifically seeking that at all.
However...
I am inspired to experience my life.
Enjoying the creativity that it offers.
I certainly can not sit to limit myself,
In restrictions.
I am a part of this...
Life as it is.
I am not into the correction of semantics.
Or will allow my creative aspirations,
To become diminished,
By those passing judgements.
In whispered innuendos.
And I am grateful to God...
Who has allowed my existence.
And God has not shown me a sign,
Of disapproval yet.
I suspect,
I am being encouraged!
In fact,
I am motivated to expose my nakedness.
Yes.
In a tastefulness some may reject.
But I am not here to appease the wishes of others.
I am here to deliver every aspect of my gifts.
Take them to enjoy or leave them.
But I will guarantee you this...
There will be something for your mind to tease.
And...
Something for your eyes to lick lips if you please.
And something left to solicit gossip.
To entertain those seeking controversy!
And for free.
Those who know me...
Know I stay broke.
Not a penny to show for my talents.
So don't accuse me...
For my multi-abilities.
And it is going to be there,
Everywhere!
And 'that' seems to be my destiny!
Although I am not above turning away...
Any and all,
Monetary donations!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet -On Experience
One cannot learn from experience always,
For Knowledge is a sea; experience, Lake;
Some learn the same in hours or weeks or days;
Some never do all life, forever fake.
Experience implies one had done mistakes;
It is much wiser to learn from others;
To forget knowledge too, experience makes;
A continued process, it is, brothers.
Experience can't vouchsafe a man is wise;
And wisdom comes to one who God well loves;
Too much of experience could turn a vice.
All need not see the burst of bombs or stoves.
By experience, no man should turn haughty,
Nor should he try to be with peers, naughty.
poem by John Celes
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Your Life Is A Fountain Of Dreams
Life is a journey that all we take,
We should fearless do every day forward a step,
Could be a fail, or could be not,
We should let life to flow.
Life is a mystery each passing day,
We wake up and find unbelievable ways,
We seek, we experience, we fulfill our knowledge hunger,
Each experience of life makes us stronger.
Life is a struggle and life is a joy,
We can experience happiness or we can experience pain,
It's about choices we should take,
Life is a lesson each step we make.
Moments of life are bad or good,
We live and remember those moments,
Memories will be kept forever in our hearts,
But hopes are base of the future.
Never give up hoping,
Life is it short but didnt finish yet,
As long as you are still living,
Your life is a fountain of dreams.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Guilt Ridden With Temptations
If I was to choose to love a man.
And a woman does the same with another...
There is not a law,
Whether it was passed or not...
That could keep us from each other.
IF this was a mutual decision.
The emphasis made on homosexuality,
Or if one chooses to live a lesbian life...
No matter how 'straight' public impressions,
On those heterosexual...
Determined to keep their outlook as 'right',
Will not change a decided preference.
Today,
People are seeking those to match their happiness.
And those seeking to roleplay to mask with impressions,
Are most likely confessiing to someone, somewhere...
They have become guilt ridden with temptations and sin.
While sneaking around to 'downlow' on their spouses.
'I 'heard' you were involved in homosexual activities.'
Oh?
And...
How was 'your' experience?
I'm sure it wasn't gossiped.
You don't seem to have the look of one curious.
And I am not one you can hunt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Road Of Life
As pilgrims on the road of life,
We journey on with hope,
Through the joy, and through the strife,
Our own kaleidoscope.
Seeking harmony and seeking peace,
Striving to find our way,
Wishing that, all wars may cease,
And trying hard to pray.
As pilgrims on the road of life,
We travel on with desire,
Through the joy, and through the strife,
Our destiny to acquire.
Seeking calm and seeking rest,
Striving to find a place,
Wishing that we could be blest,
With His pure heavenly grace.
As pilgrims on the road of life,
We traverse on with love,
Through the joy, and through the strife,
To our Creator, up above.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Too Fearful To Fully Grasp
It is much easier for me,
To be very patience with a child...
Asking questions about life.
Than it is for me to answer,
Those same questions asked...
By one who appears to be an adult.
But has a mind of a child.
And the simple aspects of life,
They have yet to experience.
Or too fearful to fully grasp,
With a faith they claim to have...
To explore and adventure.
A living of life to fake it...
Is difficult to explain,
To anyone seeking how best to live it...
On their terms AND with expectations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Hopes of Romanticizing a Condition
They have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They've become identified with it.
And that is wished to be bestowed.
They dig through archives,
Seeking that which worked.
Something from the past...
They believe is everlasting.
Something done by someone then,
To bring their current frustrations to an end.
With hopes of romanticizing a condition...
That will lift them out of the doldrums they are in!
Complete with nostalgic delusions.
But they have become accustomed to failure...
They can not let it go.
They want someone with experience,
To show them the way.
And has it not been those with experience...
That has led them to despair?
Although they wish another point of view...
They want to chose one that will keep them there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experience As It Exists
Between and betwixt,
Or just bothered...
By the complexity of it.
This life we live,
To experience as it exists...
As a blessing given to gift.
And the 'why' asked from heard lips,
Has more questions to add...
Going unanswered to satisfy,
Those of hungry curiosities.
To perplex even more,
A mind seeking to respond.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Come To Experience 'Our' Truths
We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
Or see as they sit to observe life pass by,
From a closed window and behind locked doors.
We all experience our own sorrows...
With burdens to bear and struggles to conquer.
And yet there will be some among the 'doubters'...
Who believe nothing happens to anyone but themselves.
And when they experience a pinch of pain to feel,
It becomes worthy of a news broadcast...
To appeal with the getting of attention on their griefs.
We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
And yet...
Highlighted are the most ridiculous afflictions,
Repeatedly for all to witness close up on TV sets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Nibbled Is Permanent
Live as if life is meant to give.
And...
That life we all have has 'already' been given.
Take as if rewarded for deeds achieved.
And...
Pleased with a life lived is guaranteed.
However...
One breathing daily the breath of life,
Seeking the fulfillment of promises others make...
May become disappointed by the length of the wait,
As frustrations become more the experience...
Of one's delayed expectation.
And,
Unfortunately...
For those living like this,
A complaint department does not exist!
So...
Live as if life is meant to give.
And...
That life we all have has 'already' been given.
Just know this...
Those prepared to taste the texture of cupcakes,
May have to settle for sour lemondrops as a replacement...
Now and then!
Remember...
Nothing nibbled is permanent.
Whether enjoyed or not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Premeditative Thoughts Conditioned
Endorsing one's entrapment.
That I can not give.
Premeditative thoughts conditioned,
Is not a life to live.
To exist to be pigeonholed,
Are afflictions I do not embrace.
To stay fixed and unadventurous,
Has never been my place.
To explain what to do to another to get done,
For them may have purpose.
For me there is none.
Difficulties to overcome,
Are decisions alone one must make.
Some have never done this without an approval.
And seeking acceptance results in one's heartbreak.
Life is lived to experience it.
And many would rather not!
Since their fears they can not shake.
And how can that be explained to anyone?
When it is known by those who have done it...
That is what it takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life-Giving Spark (Revised)
Creating meaning for ourselves is a sublime
experience, the young are instructed to believe
life is meaningful, yet cannot feel it that way,
we only learn through experience
If we don’t learn to create meaning we will
suffer senseless phenomena instead of life;
some exult in depressive sensationalism as
it is more exciting than unfounded optimism
Most prefer the pain of rebellion to resignation, yet
as long as we create our own meaning, those who
indulge in the macabre by seeking suffering in
depressing intrigues, cannot touch us
Since life seems meaningless a quest is needed
to make sense of existence; I learnt meaning was
not hanging around just waiting to be found but
existed only in feelings
Mixing life’s ingredients like ancient alchemists
produces results, adding our own passion as the
life-giving spark, attaching ideals to beautiful scenes;
I honour these visions in my dreams
Pay homage to origins by cherishing favourite
stories and authors, find new perspectives and
unexpected aspects in the same, well-known
material whenever I look again…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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When Communicating My Needs
There are times I feel 'lofty'
And have a need to express my intelligence.
That combination of experience, insight and observation...
Is seeking a way to express itself.
And when in the mood...
I can soar to heights and care less I am understood.
Some who assume others are intelligent,
Do their best to try to impress with their own...
Mental abilities.
As if the basicness of communication,
Is only used to grunt sexual expectations.
And it seems the most unattractive people...
Grunt words I can not pronounce.
There are times I feel 'lofty'
And have a need to express my intelligence.
That combination of experience, insight and observation...
Is seeking a way to express itself.
And when in the mood...
I can soar to heights and care less I am understood.
However...
It is very important to me to be absolutely clear,
In exchanging dialogue with anyone.
With the understanding,
When communicating my needs...
I prefer to keep that as basic as possible!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walking In Someone Else's Shoes
I feel like this about life...
If you have reached your 40's,50's and 60's
With a lack of identity and understanding,
As to who you are?
Do not expect from me my patience,
Or a tolerant hand to hold.
I've been called 'nutt's too often by those,
Who are still seeking approval from their mamas
And papas.
With some folks whining,
As if they need their diapers changed.
And the years I endured through emotional pain...
God came to my aid.
And saved me from back to back heartbreak.
With few caring less 'how' I survived!
As long as I was there to hear their complaints,
My pain to them was insignificant.
And as I observe and comprehend how some can be...
I see them now the same way,
Without concern.
There 'is' a caring!
However...
I don't get wrapped up dramatically about it,
Like some folks.
There is something to be said,
About walking in someone else's shoes!
They may look easy and comfortable to wear...
Until it is realized,
The fit just isn't 'that' comfortable.
A perception handed to one on a plate to eat...
With a choice to live life,
Is not life lived to experience all it offers.
Even if one is not ready for the experience...
There is a process called 'growth' that is done!
A maturity that happens,
When one heals and recovers from mental insecurities...
Of all kinds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experience Reality Living Memories Erased
experience is life real raw felt first hand ingrains
experience witnessed is etched into landscapes
experience witnessed stretches into far horizons
disasters holocaust plagues beyond comprehensions
acceptances tolerances tested beyond pain thresholds
normality security shelter food resources possessions
experience memory disaster to told children passes
experience more distant to told grandchildren passes
experience reality legend myth fable forgotten fades
three generations fades forgotten from living memories
poem by Terence George Craddock
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