Am I Okay?
Who has lived and not questioned,
'Am I okay? '
I'd like to think I am that way...
Okay!
And unafraid.
Although moments spent like this,
Are quick anf fleeting.
There are days I awaken,
With wishes to erase every mistake I've made.
Simply chase them away,
Sighing in deep relief...
I have a consciousness that frees me of guilt.
Am I okay?
Yes.
And everyday after I pray,
Attempting to obey my freedom from temptations...
I know I display I am not yet at peace.
With a need to keep my mind at ease.
But...
Am I okay?
Sure!
Who else can endure my own headaches?
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Truth Frees
Truth frees!
Like a struggle from a cocoon,
To be butterflied!
To soar with beauty,
In Sun drenched skies.
Truth frees!
And that is seen from once closed eyes.
Freed from a consciousness known to exist,
In limitations condoned...
To magnetize those heartaches.
With fears and pains,
Shared to groan and felt to moan.
Truth frees!
A mind disconnected,
From disrespect and neglect.
To reflect upon rejection,
As tests to produce one's best.
With a satisfaction,
That brings one a peace of mind...
Now one can confess,
Brings one more rest.
Truth frees those who can accept,
Those lessons learned.
And on them can self examine,
A success that has progressed...
From low depths to heights now flown!
Truth frees,
A happiness trapped...
In doubts now lived,
Without comparing sorrows.
As if this is a gift to give!
'Are you a christian, democrat?
Independent or conservative?
Are you liberal or right wing?
Are you a socialist, capitalist...
Or a nonconformist?
With misfit mutterings?
Are you a nationalist,
With a patriotic point of view?
Are you racially inclined?
Exactly...
What are you? '
Truth frees!
Like a struggle from a cocoon,
To be butterflied!
To soar with beauty,
In Sun drenched skies.
Truth frees!
And that is seen from once closed eyes.
Freed from a consciousness known to exist,
In limitations condoned...
To magnetize those heartaches.
With fears and pains,
Shared to groan and felt to moan.
Truth frees!
'I see!
You're just another irrational radical.
Attempting to bring attention to yourself.'
Truth frees!
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Participation Requires
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
Each Sunrise and Sunset,
Comes created...
To be the best as it gets.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
But nothing experienced,
Here on Earth...
Is created to deliver to anyone regret.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
With wishes to replace the unknown yet to face.
Choosing to separate from nature,
And isolate an agenda to initiate one's fate.
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
And participation requires,
An observance to digest this...
As we live and obey without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know You're There and Listening
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You're here!
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me near.
Everyday when I pray,
I know You're there and listening.
Everyday when I pray,
I'm listening to You too!
And no matter if gray clouds appear.
Or thunder in my mind...
Brings tears.
I find You there protecting.
I find safe shelter here.
It's very clear
I find You near me...
Everyday.
Everyday I will say,
I am glad to walk beside You.
Come what may everyday,
I am glad to know You are so near.
And when I look up to the sky I feel,
Your eyes upon me close...
To watch.
And chase away those fears that come.
To let me know I'm not just one with You.
You prove this everyday that I go through.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You are never from me far,
Away.
I know You're there,
With me...
As always.
I know You're there!
To comfort me.
Eternally...
You're there.
Inside of me.
And in my heart,
To believe.
Everyday I know I'm not alone.
And with You I'll never be...
To question where You are.
You're never from me far,
Away.
You're here with me.
Kept faithfully to believe.
Everyday as I pray,
With faith and believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But I Was Never Alone
I had to grow up,
Early.
There was no sheltered path,
Protecting steps...
I was made to correct.
By a sibling older...
I knew as I grew.
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
There were days of resentment.
There were days I spent alone.
There were days I wished,
For a childhood that was childish.
And today I am grateful,
For all of those experiences.
I learned through mistakes made,
And heartaches too.
I learned to listen,
With introspective comprehension.
My battles I fought.
And with time I recognized,
Those blessings to me God has brought!
I had to grow up,
Early.
With a consciousness,
Of what to do.
And to face those consequences,
I lived to go through.
But I was...
Never alone,
To be alone on my own.
And this to me,
God has shown.
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Repo
I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.
I had my headaches repo-ed...
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
Goodbye to all that stuff on my back,
To release.
My freedom got too crowded out,
And that bothered me.
I got up one morning,
To review worth and stock.
My dividends were wearing thin,
And that had to stop.
With investments spent in groaning,
And I heard that a lot!
Repo-ed!
I rid myself of all burdens,
I was told I had to keep!
And took my heart off a lease,
That leeched upon my peace.
I had my headaches repo-ed...
Yes repossessed.
And closed up all those loopholes.
Right off my chest.
Oh yes,
I confess...
I had a repo.
Yes a repossession
My headaches repo-ed...
Right off my chest.
Yes,
Repo-ed!
And glad I got that repossessed...
With every stress I had possess,
To go...
And with a repo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everyday Anywhere
Everyday anywhere,
This world is dying very slowly;
Everyday anywhere,
This world is ending very slowly;
Because, everyday anywhere our sins are being exposed!
Everyday anywhere,
This world is sinking very slowly;
Everyday anywhere we are preparing for war!
And everyday anywhere we do kill each other;
Because of the hatred in our hearts! !
Watch the news around the world and see what goes on,
But everyday anywhere we claim to go to church and pray;
And this world is now sinking because of our sins.
We need peace than the bullets of war! !
And everyday anywhere we claim to pray in our various churches;
But everyday anywherew, we fail to obey the written down Laws.
Everyday anywhere,
The world is ending gradually on us;
But the written down Laws are guided by the peaceful solution,
So, let us think twice and change for the better.
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Once An Awakening Delivers
Amazingly a chase kept in a rat race has ended.
A pace once defended,
Has been suspended.
And a peace of mind reigns.
It's not only allowed...
It is protected like a precious gem.
And the slightest hint of interference,
Coming to test it is not accepted.
Once an awakening delivers daylight...
With fresh air one can breathe,
It is such a welcome.
And when it is discovered,
There are no strings attached...
Or opinions needed to be made by anyone.
A freedom no one can pay for...
Will ever be taken away!
Some will try.
But the effort will be wasted.
Once peace of mind has been tasted...
It is a craving one wishes to stay.
And enjoyed for what it means and is!
When it is found...
No one gives it up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Universal Freedom Is......
Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.
Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.
Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.
Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.
Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.
Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.
Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.
Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.
Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.
Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.
Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.
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(The) Benefit of Needless Conflict
Blessed are those,
Who awaken with insight!
Those who have been shakened,
From a need to maintain...
Routine indoctrinations,
Of a perceived sanity.
One in which restricts limited beliefs.
Inflicted to sustain pain and grief.
And becoming less frightened,
They are...
By a Creator who wishes them to envision,
A 'truth' that is!
A truth that frees a consciousness,
Reaching to seek a peace within!
A peace shared and released between mankind.
And with truth accepted,
This without obstruction...
Can and does finally begin.
Blessed are those,
Who awaken with insight.
Those who have been shakened,
From a need to maintain...
Routine indoctrinations,
Of a perceived sanity.
One in which restricts limited beliefs.
Inflicted to sustain pain and grief.
At the benefit of needless conflict.
That produces sicknesses of all kinds.
And let it be said,
It has been to no one's benefit...
To admit on this Earth,
In their minds reflecting upon it.
That any conflict ever condoned...
Has created a respect for peace.
At least none as yet that has been expressed,
Or urgently digested to put an end to conflicts known.
To manifesting a peace that increases this benefit,
As can be shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just One Day...Away
Just one day...
Away.
For you and I to explore,
A new landscape.
With a different approach.
To make a difference made.
And seeing ourselves,
As participating in creating...
Something good we believe in.
Something good we wish to save.
In this season upon us,
That holds so much promise.
In this season lived of expressed forgiveness,
We do our best to impress...
With the giving of wishes for complete happiness,
For all,
Just one day this Fall.
To reminsce as one remembered as the one loved best.
Just one day...
Away.
From the others that seemed to have accumulated,
Unnecessary headaches.
To endure unnecessary stress.
Just one day...
Away.
To proclaim that day,
So unlike the rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Depends On the Enlightenment of Your Consciousness
How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
How much more would you like?
Would you like that with or without an appetitizer?
You seem to prefer your suffering done,
With a full voicing of complaint.
You seem to have awaited,
The moment of its infliction.
Then you began...
A whining without constraint!
How much more pain can you endure?
How much more would you like?
When did you decide,
That an enduring of it...
Brought to you more dignity?
And enhanced your pride in others' eyes?
How much more pain can you endure?
You seem to enjoy it with cocktails.
Or at least with others,
Who feel their afflictions...
Increases a degree of a perceived patriotism!
And of course...
No end appears in sight for your noble sacrifice.
How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
But I am sure,
When you begin to hold yourself accountable for it...
You will awaken to discover,
The foolishness of your decision.
And those you believed had your best interests...
Kept you in pain to obtain their own gains!
And how much of their gain,
Can you endure at your expense?
That depends on the enlightenment of your consciousness.
And your willingness to seek some answers,
When you have been detoxed from your addiction!
Without the need to martyr or bleed away,
Your right to a peace of mind...
That has obviously become no one's concern!
And this is a lesson,
You aren't the only one...
That has to learn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chasing Madness
If it wasn't for a tax to pay,
Would we awaken everyday...
Pledging our desires to be obeyed?
And would we stay dreaming,
Our lives away for those fantasies prayed!
Dangling from a twisted patience,
In a delay we are taught is perfectly okay.
And,
If it was not for those things that tease,
Would we tolerate the sweating on hands and knees?
In a toil just to please,
Those opportunities we are kept to believe.
Some people wish for a quiet place to just sit.
Dismissing all the hustle and bustle.
And the nonsense of it!
With an earned peace of mind,
Wishing to forget...
The time spent wasted chasing madness.
And its associates.
Like lust and greed and those things not needed.
If it wasn't for a tax to pay,
Would we awaken everyday...
Pledging our desires to be obeyed?
Some people wish for a quiet place to just sit.
Wishing to forget...
The time spent wasted chasing madness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Battered From The War of Delusion
My needs.
That's what they are.
For too long,
I kept them captivated...
With an absence I ignored.
My desires were explored,
In dreams and wishes.
I allowed my needs to be evaluated.
To become incompleted!
Depleted...
To live as others believed I should.
To be there with an empathy disposed,
By others quick to display insincerety.
At my expense.
I was not expected to have sense enough.
To listen and not be heard.
To care for those thoughtless...
How I spent my days.
Whether sick or crazed.
What my feelings were did not faze them at all.
I was not suppose to show them.
Or feel them below the surface of my skin.
As if I was wrapped and packaged with pretense.
I had been connected to something,
To them made no sense.
Offended I became to an ignorance.
This had to end...
With a defending against such offensiveness.
And when I announced my needs were mine...
I could not find anyone to agree,
But me.
I declared them my priority.
As well as my life!
I was called selfish.
Knowing within me I was right!
And without a fight...
I agreed and gathered my emotions.
And I set into motion my needs.
My search for happiness ended.
I had it to give.
But so few had that to offer.
They were there to pleasure others...
As if I had no other reason to live.
But to be there for them!
And no one here for me...
To encourage and restore,
An energy seeping.
That has all been changed,
When peace of mind found me!
With needs no longer questioned to identify.
No explanations to qualify or kept denied.
They were simple and scattered all over the place.
I stopped trying to find them.
With a disgrace embraced and welcomed.
And that's when they all came back...
Intact!
Battered from the war of delusion,
That I could live without my needs being pleased!
Self absorbed?
Definitely!
Apologetic?
Only God knows how much this is deserved.
And yes...
I have the nerve to confess,
I am happy!
With no ego to prove my contentment.
Or deeds done to validate involvement to prove...
Sacrifices of commitment.
Those battles have been documented!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Only Knows
Sitting around in chats,
With those looking back...
At those 'good ole days',
Are not scenes I welcome.
Since those days I lived,
Back then 'when'...
I remember mostly as unpleasant.
To rate those days,
I would say...
Good to the riddence of them.
Not that I didn't have 'some' good times.
I do remember some of them.
But where would I put them,
On a scale of 'good and plenty'?
Some I 'weeded' through...
With beer or a glass of wine.
At other moments,
I was losing family and friends.
And attending their funerals...
Numbed and in denial.
Crying...
Home alone.
I now have my peace of mind.
And a life I can declared,
Has more happiness...
After spending most of it in despair.
Some may say,
Today I display an air of arrogance.
And that is okay!
Since God only knows,
How grateful I am...
To be breathing any air at all!
And deluded by the bliss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Do Make Mistakes
Sometimes people do make mistakes.
I've made some.
And who has not made a few?
But not knowingly at the expense of others.
And those who excuse these activities done,
As errors made unconsciously...
With proclamations for a wish to be forgiven,
Need to know how it feels to receive payback.
Directed and unmistakable.
And inflicted with the ease in which they were made.
With a consciousness applied and lessons taught.
To awaken anyone daring to use these excuses in the future.
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Familiar With the Routine of It
People who inflict pain on others,
Do not feel the intensity of it.
But they are quick to seek
A forgetting in one's forgiveness.
And relying upon that happening...
To ease the guilt of their transgressions.
They have become too familiar with the routine of it.
And the sincerety has long been missing from their eyes!
Why do they wonder in surprise...
That a peace of mind as described,
Has never been their experience?
Nor comes to comfort them in their darkness!
Something that eludes them.
This 'peace' rumored to exist in minds!
They can not pay for it...
Even if they wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wisened
Young!
And full of...
Adventure.
Unafraid to leave,
Boundaries made.
And perceived limits...
To conform within and respect.
With a reluctance to later regret!
That was left to those who,
Aged!
And I had of yet,
Become a slave to correctness.
Young!
And full of...
Ideas that dared.
Experimental,
Yes.
Argumentative,
Yes.
With a thoughtlessness,
Centered in selfishness.
I confess.
I was young but not devoid of consciousness.
And I make no excuses at all for this.
I AM blessed with life.
And I made a promise,
To explore every bit of it!
With a crawling if I had to.
But determined to do,
What for me I sought was right.
Sometimes frightened in flight!
But never to stop...
To broaden my sight.
I wanted to know.
Not stay up 'wondering' all night!
Young!
And full of...
Nonsense!
Then.
Now reflective,
And full of...
The life I like.
Living the life I have lived,
To love!
It is my life.
I made sure I didn't follow.
And obstacles faced..
I chipped away.
I've had my share,
Of wallowing in sorrows.
With no wishes to do it,
Any differently.
OR make visits with delusions...
To have my thoughts redressed.
Or sympathized by time,
I let slip by.
To awaken one day with aches and pains.
With a reach in desire for a yesterday.
Today...
I will never regain to claim any,
Embellished exaggerations.
I can say these thoughts are all mine.
Whether in fine print,
Or in my mind documented.
And they have been,
Wisened!
Whether the wine I drank,
Now drink or sipped...
Was fine or cheap.
These thoughts I keep...
Are all mine!
With such a savored flavor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Question Like
I have always hated the cage
It is darkest period of an age
How come one is imprisoned?
In solitary cell and confined
I find no answer
May be with fewer
How do you feel rain shower?
Do you ever realize its power?
In open and under sky
Any time venture out and try
Freedom, freedom you cry!
Birds with wings may elate and fly
Freedom is dear to all
Respect it with lovely call
Honor and see it is not compromised
Allow them to live as promised
I am for liberty and peace
Peaceful life to be spent at ease
No worry for being questioned
Liberty and freedom is not to be mentioned
Even release of tiny insect may give me joy
Is it not the real chance to look at and enjoy?
We are born free and must think on those lines
Everybody has to right to feel free and fine
If at all it is possible for me
I shall confine none and make them free
If freedom is desired by me and liked
Why at all it must stand disliked?
Let one day come for all to celebrate?
Enjoy under open sky and liberate
Shun the bondage and life under yoke
It is not the bad question but cruel joke
Liberate all those animals even
Let them be passionately driven
If I prefer tension free life under sky
Mind should not fight lots of questions like why
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Voices of the Air
But then there comes that moment rare
When, for no cause that I can find,
The little voices of the air
Sound above all the sea and wind.
The sea and wind do then obey
And sighing, sighing double notes
Of double basses, content to play
A droning chord for the little throats--
The little throats that sing and rise
Up into the light with lovely ease
And a kind of magical, sweet surprise
To hear and know themselves for these--
For these little voices: the bee, the fly
The leaf that taps, the pod that breaks,
The breeze on the grass-tops bending by,
The shrill quick sound that insect makes.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Love and freedom
In the space between breath, the quiet moments
Our love just is
Not captured, by what was prior or what comes next
Not weighed down, by expectations of the future
But like life
That gives each breath meaning
By simply being there everyday
So yes let our love be like freedom
Expanding in the open spaces of our being
Let us also be aware that love like freedom
Is ruefully missed when curtailed or lost
So the freedom to love,
and the freedom of true love
Is a gift most precious, and a promise most dear
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