The best that can be said of my life so far is that it has been industrious, and the best that can be said of me is that I have not pretended to what I was not.
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The Great Pretender
As a child, I pretended I had magical powers
To make friends,
I pretended I was psychic
So friends could consult me,
I pretended I had strange illnesses
To avoid the chlorinated swimming baths
On wet grey Mondays..........................
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Eating Vesta
I reached out and pretended to take her nose
and she pretended that I had done so
laughed gleefully and ran away.
I chased her in the park we both falling to ground
and I reached out and pretended to pluck out her eyes;
she howled
grabbed her brow
saying
'What have you done with my eyes! '
I reached out
opened my mouth
and nibbled on her ear
munching gleefully
and she said in mock pain
'Ouch.'
She pinched my cheek,
a small handful
pretending to salt it
saying
'Delicious, '
followed by a gentle licking
at my open palm.
I took a bite of her and pretended to swallow
and she bit me back pretending to howl
in delight and glee
and ever so sweetly
took two of her fingers
and fed my mouth
saying:
'I want to be your girlfriend'
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I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well.
quote by Johannes Sebastian Bach
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Before I was known, I would go on stage and pretend I was other people. Once I pretended I was mentally handicapped. It was really wrong. One time I was a bad magician. And one time I pretended I was a Christian comic.
An industrious life is the best security for food in old age.
I Thought You Knew
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And now you are left to suffer.
Clinging onto delusions.
Hoping...
That what has been diminished from your reality,
Will survive to revive a time that has passed!
A time that has gone.
With no guarantee given,
That it would last!
Not to linger for you...
To pick up when you wished.
And to be carried on!
And I observe you in despair.
Wishing to revisit yesterday!
Wishing to do those things,
You promised yourself you would!
If only you could!
With intentions that are good.
And I was there...
Letting you believe,
You had time!
And I knew in my mind,
You were not living in yesterday then!
And I pretended not to know it.
I thought you were teasing.
And unwilling to show it!
And today,
No matter what I say to you...
You aren't prepared to accept tomorrow.
You are not living in the 'now'!
And doing that,
Now...
Can only bring you joy!
But you wish to keep...
Those memories kept in bitterness,
To refresh as if they sit to treat!
And I pretended not to know that...
Because I thought you knew!
Because,
Well...
I thought you knew me too!
But I realize so vividly now...
Both of us have been wrong,
For too long!
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And the happiness I have discovered...
You would not understand it.
Even though I have been here.
And wanting it to be shared!
What you have found to rely on that comforts...
I view that as a sign of despair.
I thought you knew...
I have not been there to share that with you!
And that's the only shame I claim!
Not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
But you...
I know now,
Aren't pretending at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Chose to Like My Own Life
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then to do it.
Since many then pretended,
With no identifiable dignity.
Or a pride that had reality.
I chose to live my life right.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading.
With dim light to pass.
I chose to greet the morning Sun.
Feeling a freedom at last.
Like never before I felt could be done.
I opened the door inside of me once closed.
And released my own mind...
To find a truth I could believe,
See and daily breathe.
And wanting more of 'me' exposed.
And I chose to like my own life.
Not finding fault or wrong with it.
Or defending what for me felt right.
What for me I knew existed.
I chose to like my own life to live,
As I do...
To prove,
It is mine to live it as I choose.
And this day I choose to live my life!
And so peaceful do I sleep at night.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading,
Behind an assortment of masks.
With no direction on my path,
Cemented and paved.
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then.
Since many then pretended.
As if that was their task.
And pretending for me,
Has ended.
As clear as unstained glass,
Allows light to pass through it brighter...
With no intention to leave a blemish.
Coming as it does,
To radiate that which lives.
And this day I choose to live my life!
For me...and you too.
To get those deeds we need to do,
Done.
Knowing now we have identified,
And overcomed the fear...
Of liking one another like we like ourselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speak the truth and you'll be heard.
She told me she cared,
I knew she lied,
She told them she cared,
They knew she lied,
She said she wanted me to be the best,
I knew she lied,
She said to them she wanted me to be the best,
They knew she lied,
She whispered she loved me,
I knew she lied,
She whispered to them she loved me,
They knew she lied,
She pretended everything when I was there,
She pretended to love me,
She pretended to care,
She said she wanted me to be happy,
We all knew the truth was not what she speak,
We all knew the truth was just about to leak,
We all knew the truth would come out,
We all knew the truth, with no doubt,
She was just like the people surrounding,
Pretending, acting, lying,
So the truth is what I spoke when I spoke to her,
I told her the truth is true, the truth is fair,
I told her...
If it's a lie, don't say another word,
However, speak the truth, and you'll be heard,
To lie to someone who truly loves you for you,
Is one of the most cruel things you can ever do,
To let them believe what you say to them is true,
When really all your thinking about is you, you and you.
poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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To do great work a man must be very idle as well as very industrious.
quote by Samuel Butler
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The early riser is healthy, cheerful and industrious.
Hunger looks in at the industrious man's door but dares not enter.
An industrious sinner I much prefer to a lazy saint.
quote by Sophie Kerr
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Spend everyday casual, but industrious Every moment alert, but relaxed.
quote by Guy Finley
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I think we have more machinery of government than is necessary, too many parasites living on the labor of the industrious.
quote by Francis Bacon
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To Know It Is To Feel It To See It To Believe
You've done one thing wrong.
You have pretended too long,
With a wasting of my time.
And I have found,
You no longer amuse me.
Honesty is 'in'!
Whatever that is that you do,
Is out of my life and I have found...
There is only one way to deal with truth.
To know it is to feel it to see it to believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acting is easier - writing is more creative. The lazy man vies with the industrious.
quote by William Shatner
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The tragedy of bold, forthright, industrious people is that they act so continuously without much thinking, that it becomes dry and empty.
quote by Brenda Ueland
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Driven to Suicide
A man they knew was a little bit fey
And a little bit strange, so they locked him away,
They took all the freedom and joy from his life
So he ended it all with the blade of a knife.
They were well-regarded, such decent folk -
When I think of it now it's all a sick joke,
They ruined his life and destroyed his mind,
They pretended they were loving, understanding and kind.
I knew him well, he was my best friend
And I cannot believe that his torment should end
In the horror and madness of his suicide -
I'd really much rather it was me who died.
Beware of your brother or sister or wife,
Who may value your money more than your life,
Pray to the Lord That He'll spare you from death
Because you may be praying with your very last breath!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Devotion
As a priest of dedication and devotion
My life is gorgeous, complete and emotional.
The monks climb the ladders of faith,
And my life feigns a disorder, always bold.
The monk enjoyed his life when cold
But the shrine I build for my prayer is gruelling.
The shrine is gold, fully old and never shining,
Like the precious thoughts so pretended.
We save our time and find some space
For serious worship but the monks are fully told.
poem by Naveed Akram
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