A 'Thing' To Be Brushed Away
Anyone allowing themselves,
To be made useless...
With the producing of excuses,
Has reduced a blessing to them given...
As a 'thing' to be brush away.
With no faith in self that stays.
That moment anyone accepted,
A noticeable sign of rejection...
With a seeking from within,
For an approval to fit in...
Began for them the beginning to portray,
Themselves as a willing victim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Convincing Relentlessness
What's old?
The repeating of excuses.
What's new?
The refusing of repeating anything old.
Stale and molding.
Although what's old is accepted,
By those who redo yesterday to update.
As if no difference has been made,
To replay with embellishment...
That has an approval,
From those who look the other way...
Portraying themselves as victims of amnesia,
With a convincing relentlessness.
Making what's new,
Always within limits as to not to offend...
Anyone seeking the getting of attention!
Or the mentioning of anything,
That yesterday took place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observation
Do not think you have used me without my knowledge.
Or that my silence is a sign of approval to be duped.
I have been aware of your activities,
The moment you began your snooping...
With a degarding of me you wish to succeed.
Why you have chosen me to proceed with misdeeds,
Has become a standard you value.
I waste no time with those who are fools.
However,
In that moment you began to degrade my efforts...
Was the beginning of your slide downhill.
I always tell those I don't know...
Be careful who you disrespect.
The power of the mind is a power undefined...
When one chooses to use it,
In ways unsuspected!
When ignorance is detected.
'The mind is a terrible thing to waste'
Is much more than a cliché just spoken.
Those who know that are patient!
Those who know that are elated.
Knowing who is on the list,
To receive a payback!
And it happens without fail,
For the one who prevails!
And seeks comprehension,
With a higher consciousness not mentioned.
And the use of observation that decreases tension!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Accepted By Those One Knows
Those standards one claims to have,
And valued...
Seem to be higher set and unobtainable,
When judgement on others is placed.
Yet when one is faced with their own digressions,
The excuses made are always the same.
To remain noticeable but denied,
As something accepted by those one knows.
And it shows as hypocrisies dispensed,
Go disguised.
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Acknowledgement
I am who I am!
Accepted.
I walk a path I understand.
I can not reject it!
Identity I have identified.
Those years in denial...
Have been long pushed aside.
I no longer beat myself up!
Emotions within me I do not hide.
I do not find excuses,
To seduce with alibis...
Reduced to tears I cry!
Diversity I welcome with glee.
This journey given to me is my destiny.
I get up each day feeling blessed as I pray.
Acknowledgement has me cemented.
Regardless of what may come my way...
Or what others may say,
They believe I should portray!
In pieces pulled to please each day.
Dissecting me,
To leave myself abandoned and betrayed.
I am the man I am.
Unafraid to display...
This 'gift' God has given,
Commanding as I obey!
I am who I am!
Comprehending without demands,
Or expecting acceptance.
With rejection wherever I stand!
I am not seeking clarification.
Or directions I anticipate!
I dedicate each step I take to purpose.
My motivation is to be me completely!
And all that I am is fulfilled!
There is no want or need I wish...
That God does not deliver!
I am here at His will and testament.
No other definition do I represent.
And my voice will not be silenced,
Before spoken words with content meant...
Reach to beseech those listening,
Are heard to compliment...
These times my mind now finds descending.
And this mission I observe that preserves my devotion,
Was not created to become aborted.
Nor distorted to be teased,
By the ease of temptation!
Although this hold on my strength,
Can be weakened.
But not at length.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter What You Think Of Me
No matter what you think of me,
Will not change the course of my destiny.
Nor will the anguish of accomplishing my tasks...
On this path.
Where obstacles remain.
Where they for me,
Seem to last.
To sustain each day I grasp and pass.
Perhaps if I sought your approval,
I could gain some rest from that rejection.
Your lack of acceptance,
Would enhance my own dejection.
But no matter what you think of me,
Will not change my destiny.
I've toiled on this journey too long.
And what you perceive for me to be wrong...
Will not affect my insight.
I have struggled to maintain it.
With a faith that has kept me strong!
Days long and sleepless nights.
And no matter what you think of me...
There have been others who have thought far worse.
God had placed them on my path,
First!
To rehearse any emotions felt.
To conquer and to rid.
Knowing too well how now they must be dealt!
Alone...
Within me.
And without the thought of seeking outside approval.
From either open or closed eyelids.
Mine, yours or others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Desire Only His Blessings
I've stopped attempting to find explanations,
For my thoughts.
Or, make someone feel less intimidated...
For the experiences I have,
On the avenues I've walked.
I am not seeking to please
Or satisfy another's comfort...
To discover me in a defensive position.
Needing or pleading from anyone,
Their attention.
Did I mention...
I make no excuses or seek acceptance.
I am a grown man.
And I am who I am.
I seek only God's favor.
And I desire only His blessings.
For which I am grateful.
Any forgiveness or forgetting that has to be done...
Is discussed when I am in conference with Him!
And we...my God and me,
Are not seeking outside approval!
Inspired by:
Anita Atina
Mumbai, India
'Thank you so much, Anita.
Be well, prosperous.
And enjoy your abundance of faith,
Which supplies all needs! '
Lawrence
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Stunted
Stunted in adolescence.
So sad to see them there.
Lead like sheep,
With no thoughts they keep.
Seeking to be entertained...
While remaining irresponsibly unaware.
Trapped and caged...
Growing older as they age.
Seeking approval for actions,
Found today...
Intolerable!
But these are the elders,
Who hid themselves in shelters.
Now they want to hangout...
To be accepted like the children.
And exchange with them,
Hop hop rap!
And getting 'down' with dirty mouths!
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Many Moons Ago
This time and in this season,
Many moons ago
I remember having those ambitions,
To possess and impress.
With a wealth of good health,
And youthfulness.
This time and in this season,
Many moons ago
The pace of life seemed a bit slower.
And those with beliefs of it being,
Never too late to pursue dreams
Procrastinated with excuses made.
Dreams,
Whether done day ot night
Have their way of accepting a delay,
Of an appearance to have them touched.
When carrying a basketfull of priorities
To put them off as temporary necessities,
Time will give to see them produced.
This time and in this moment,
As I reflect with an aging process
I have learned to respect
A hesitatiing to put off that which I wish to do.
But not to do them,
Seems to me to be a bit foolish.
Since there is nothing I will sit in waiting,
For an approval to be made.
Or an acceptance to be given.
I've earned that right,
In the seeking to please the life I live.
I have earned that right,
To like or dislike what I choose.
This time and in this moment,
My wishes as they are
Have given me a gratefulness,
To feel blessed and thankful
For a basicness that brings to me the most joy.
That many moons ago I did not know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Casting One's Own Shadow
Call your trip whatever you wish.
I've learned not to debate, argue...
Or 'franchise' anyone's opinion,
As if to make mine!
Nor do I agree to evaluate...
Someone's statement,
Whether a line given to solicit...
An opinion I've given in anything I've written.
I've learned an exchange of experiences,
Is not a possibility.
And I've learned this by listening.
And this many people seldom do.
I've been up and down too many times,
To discover my own comprehension...
About life.
My life and how 'my' life is connected.
When I found criticisms made of me by others...
'Added' to my understanding,
If right, wrong or indifferent when given...
I still had to brush my own teeth.
Walk on my own two feet!
And be accountable for my own actions.
I stopped making excuses,
When they began not to make sense to me.
I spent more time defending myself...
Instead of living my life.
And I began to do that...
When I started to appreciate myself.
And 'if' I was to give my advice to anyone...
AND...
I did say 'if'.
I would say this...
If anyone finds they are seeking acceptance,
On a path they have chosen to take...
It is not a path they have chosen.
How can it be?
How can someone declare something theirs,
When others can do the same thing thing?
If voices can be heard?
Footprints can be seen?
And the path one takes has already been paved?
That is following...
Not casting,
One's own shadow!
I do not wish,
I demand people to get out of my light.
What would be the point,
If I am patiently waiting for someone else to decide...
Whether or not they want to move out of it?
That kind of time I am not giving to anyone!
Period.
I've learned many lessons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foreverness
The moment we began sharing moments...
I knew time between us would be suspended.
I felt a connection that would never end.
The moment we began sharing moments.
That beginning that came to us yesterday?
Has expanded to eliminate an ending.
A foreverness has come,
The moment we began sharing moments.
The moment our sparks met...
To do what is needed to collect,
And regain our purpose that connects!
To reunite again with God!
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Hands
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small
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Is It You?
What more do you want?
What more could you ask?
What else could ever last but the present
In a world ever changing with the moment?
We are alive within the one, the all
We are Adam, We are Eve before the fall
Still seeking a bite of the wisdom forbidden to us
By a god who would see us as sheep
Hiding naked from a god who would see us dreamless in our sleep.
I have been reduced to a maddened fool
Wandering alone the rooftops of the world
Dying for the chance to sigh at Beauty in her grace
Seeking with a faith in hope and a hope in love to find a better place
And here I am defenceless
A faceless clown in a sideshow of carnival debasement
A lion trapped in a cage of undue loyalty
But to who?
To the Ringmaster?
To the Puppet master?
To you?
Is it you who would have me alone within my world?
Is it you who would see me roasted upon flames rather than
Sat by the fireplace curled, unravelling the mysteries in the moment ever changing?
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That Which I Do Not Know
How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loudly Expressed
There is one thing that is noticeable,
About those that are set in their ways.
No matter what anyone says,
They are not going to be corrected.
Don't suggest it.
It will not be accepted.
And there is one opinion heard,
That will be loudly expressed!
Theirs!
Since they believe they know what is best.
Although they may have life experiences,
That are less...
Than the rest of those contested.
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The Best Solution
Ending all acts of degrading participation,
That makes one feel underestimated...
Is the best solution,
To keep from having deeds done reduced...
By those producing critique and abuse.
It becomes easy to release comments to defeat.
Than to take a stand on one's feet,
To make public what one believes.
Especially when one is seeking popularity,
Instead of clarity many refuse to accept and receive.
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Clear Rejection
A moment
You said with pain and grief
If you are not there,
My Life stops
I have no demand
I need you to carry me
My soul was blended with your words
I felt my existence in your soul
A Moment
Suddenly you uttered
like a sharp sword
I am not interested in you
I want freedom from you
I am sick and tired of you
just go Away.................
Such a 'Clear Rejection' from You
A Moment
I realized clear rejection
upset mind for some time
but relives the heart for ever
Clear Rejection well in time
is appreciated at times........
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Praying Everyday With Faith
You will not pick me as your victim,
To have me believe it.
Because I wont be the one,
To have that done.
No you will not pick me as your victim,
To have me believe it.
Because I wont be the one,
To have that done.
You will never be the one,
To ever break my faith.
Oh no.
You will never be the one,
To keep me...
Away from praying everyday with faith.
You will not pick me as your victim,
To have me believe it.
Because I wont be the one,
To have that done.
Oh no.
You will never be the one,
To keep me...
Away from praying everyday with faith.
I've been in too many battles,
With a praying everyday with faith.
To believe...
With a praying everyday with faith.
My Comforter,
Is there to provide my needs.
And everyday that I pray with faith.
Nobody,
Can take away my strength with faith.
Will deceive,
To come between me and my faith.
With a wanting me,
To believe...
I live to be a victim!
I said NOBODY,
Can take away my strength with faith.
Will deceive,
To come between me and my faith.
With a wanting me to believe...
I live to be a victim!
No I will not be a victim,
To have it believed.
Because I wont be the one...
To have that done.
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Enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate each moment
Each moment is fleeting
No moment stays on
Irrespective of your having
Enjoyed it or otherwise
Been in comfort with it or otherwise or
Celebrated it or otherwise
Each moment is fleeting
It is your normal desire
To hold on to each moment
And to consciously enjoy it
Allowing the next moment to come in
At your will
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Non-emotionally acting upon
Issues of the moment
With your best of skills so that
You are out of the issues effectively
And relieved of the same once and for all
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Helping others in your possible ways
So that they can help themselves
And by sharing your resources
To the possible extent with those less resourceful
So that they can build up their own resources
And become self-reliant
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Involving yourselves in activities
That will create and pave way
For newer strengths in you
To broaden your resource-base
So that you will await new challenges of time
With a better vigour and wider knowledge
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Being creative, innovative and by
Exploring your inner potential
In artful and soul soothing initiatives
So that you are always alive
To the demands of the situation
This will help you relieved of
The reminiscences of the painful past
And the dreams of the non-existent future
You will enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate
Each moment of yours by
Seeking divine guidance and assistance
In taking positive decisions
When being confronted with
So far unknown challenges
Enjoy, be comfortable and celebrate each moment
Which is just fleeting and will soon not be yours
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Without Druthers
One thing said and done by one,
Will be found replusive and often shunned!
But the same thing said and done by another...
Gains much approval and accepted without druthers.
It all depends on 'who' finds this offensive!
And the status one claims,
To 'certify' such obscenity over ruled...
With 'retooled' defenses!
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Last of the thousand kisses
Every thing has a beginning
And every thing that began has an end
Good or bad
Pallatable or otherwise
Joyful or saddening
Things have an end as they had a beginning
Though, most of the times, we know as to
When things began
We do not really know as to
When they are going to end
There is a need for us to be
Prepared for the nemesis
Whether such an end is
Acceptable to us or not
We really do not know
Whether it is the last of the thousand good things we have done
Whether it is the last of the millions of breathes we have taken
Whether it is the last of the billions of beats our heart has performed
Whether it is the last of the thousands of suppers we had
Whether it is the last of the thousands of the tear droplets we shed
Whether it is the last of the thousands of hearty laughters we had
Whether it is the last of the thousands of affectionate hugs we made
Or
Whether it is the last of the thousands joyful intimacies
We had with our life partner
So
Let us enjoy every bit of every thing we do
Let us be involved
Let us be immersed
Let us be lost
Let us be perfect
Let us be self-satisfied
Let us be exciting the beneficiary of our deed
With whatever we do
As if it is the
Last of the thousand kisses
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