Be You Pursued
Be you pursued!
This day.
Be you,
With patience kept.
Freed of memories,
Bringing tears to eyes...
Once wept now dry.
Be you pursued!
This day.
With a closed not to openly inspect,
Treasure chest.
Waiting for that special one to come,
And identify a suffering done now overcomed to go.
With a showering of light that bestows clear and cloudless sky.
Be You,
Pursued.
Don't give away what has been given to you,
As a gift...
For all that you have been through.
Reveal that treasured chest to only the best.
To an open heart that connects and sparks start.
Protect your assets.
With the best invest your mind and time.
Be you now pursued!
With a self worth you know is valued.
To be recognized by the one who knows life...
As you do too!
Be you...
Pursued to be cherished.
And be loved by the one for you,
Who is true.
Be you now that one pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling Truth a Bit Too Thick
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Feeling truth a bit too thick,
And uncouth.
Believing it to be wicked...
And undoing the deceit,
You are accustomed to.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would campaign to smear my name.
Deny knowing me and have me framed.
You would even prefer to see me shamed.
If I claimed to live a life doing what I felt was right.
If I denounced having an appetite,
For slandering others I didn't like to backbite.
And stirring up arguments just to provoke a fight.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Choosing to manipulate.
And wanting me to participate.
With others you select,
As disposable playmates!
And I have a consciousness you fear.
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Aspirations To Charade
I will not miss a thing by my leaving you.
Even those dreams I pursued,
Will be revised with someone new.
But I do admit the act itself,
Has been long overdue.
And since I am done with our arguments...
This will give you time to convince someone,
Just how terrific you are!
I will not miss a thing by my leaving you.
Even those dreams I pursued,
Will be revamped with someone new.
And hopefully what you and I had gone through...
Will be as swift disappearing from memory,
As the decision I made...
To leave you and your ambitions,
With aspirations to charade with some unsuspecting fool!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Goal In Life
What do you do
when you’ve pursued a dream
and finally
made it come true,
do you find another dream
and start pursuing it to?
The answer is simple
yes
that is what you have to do.
Just keep pursuing all your dreams
no matter how wild
they may seem.
You have to have
a goal in life
and our dreams are that goal.
We have to pursue them,
each and everyone
to the bitter end,
for if we don’t
we will end up
with a wasted life.
I thought once
I’d given up mine,
but that was just a rest bite.
I came back
refreshed,
renewed
and pursued my dream
even harder than before
until finally
I made it happen
and made one of my dreams
come true.
12 April 2008
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Hollywood hasn't aggressively pursued me. Neither have I aggressively pursued Hollywood.
quote by Colin Firth
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For Many Years I Pursued Fame
FOR SO MANY YEARS I PURSUED FAME
For so many years I pursued Fame
And never succeeded in catching it.
Now I am patient.
What does it really matter
If my name is known
By those who never knew me?
I will not be here soon
And what will such Fame
Mean to me then?
I am patient. I am old.
I love to write
And find great joy in this.
I did not catch Fame
And when I am not here
It will not bother me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Giving Power To
Given power to...
Upset and disconnect.
And...
Reject the best.
And...
Exaggerate and stretch,
A lie to make it true...
Is done,
And with a motive.
But,
The giving power to...
Fix and uplift with hope,
Flows with a flushing...
Down the drain.
The giving power to...
Upset and disconnect.
And...
Reject the best.
Is...
What people do!
Yes,
The giving power to...
Fix and uplift with hope,
Flows with a flushing...
Down the drain.
And that is true.
Yes...
The giving power to,
Truth, peace and happiness...
As best as it can get,
Is not pursued.
No...
The giving power to,
Truth, peace and happiness...
As yet,
Is not...
Done to do.
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
NO!
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Turn To The East
I see on the horizon,
The lifting of mist...
From a fresh morning dew.
I witness the dawn,
And the Sun rising to shine...
Through a cloudless sky of blue.
I turn to the East,
With a prayer to give...
Everyday I live as if pursued.
A thankfulness to be so blessed,
I can not help but express...
With a doing done and not a wish to do!
I turn to the East,
With a prayer to give...
Everyday I live as if pursued.
I witness the dawn,
And the Sun rising to shine...
Through a cloudless sky of blue.
I see on the horizon the lifting of mist,
From a fresh morning dew...
I do not wish to miss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Need Is Gone
The need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
That need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
And I,
Once had tried in vain...
To keep everything I knew,
Kept...
In my grasp.
Oh,
The need is gone...
For me,
To hold onto...
My past.
Yes that need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
Memories of people loved,
Would stay with me so fresh.
Dreams I had of them quite often,
Would awaken me...
Out of breath.
And the need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
Yes that need is gone,
For me...
To hold onto,
My past.
And I,
Once had tried in vain...
To keep everything I knew,
Kept...
In my grasp.
I once had tried in vain,
To keep everything remaining...
In,
My grasp!
That need I had was pursued,
To keep...
Everything kept,
In,
My grasp!
That need I had was pursued,
To keep everything I knew kept...
In my grasp,
To last!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know What I Have Here To Give
I am not that one to forget.
To be pushed aside,
For something better to wish...
To inspect what comes next!
I know what I have here to give.
For you it doesn't get any better than this.
Some have insisted what I give can be dismissed.
And I don't bother to interfere in argument.
If it is believed there is something to get better than me...
I only offer and give my best wishes!
With a send off to continue on a journey pursued.
I am not that one to forget.
To be pushed aside,
For something better to wish...
To inspect what comes next!
I know what I have here to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pursued I am
Pursued I am
Pursued I am by a form, one that I am pursuing,
on top of it and even more from my own self,
Not searching a tangential perspective to assign,
Not searching of your entity to ghost my life dim,
not searching in my drum pulse, your war edging.
Deep fog surrounding your face, in an immersion
fills up my soul's expended needs, accounting of still
an exhalation of colored feast, of your waxened drift
an exhalation of a symbolism of older season's gift
an exhalation of this month's weaves, sovereign lists.
Little, many drops nomadic-rain, reflects me, on road,
autumnal fog and cloudiness hold-company's deficit,
when you totally forgot our laws - imperiously nonfit,
when of some Angels became and of my internal space,
when you felt some altered dreams of an eternal grace.
.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Souls leave not behind.
Came not my body that I had nursed.
Came not my ego that I had pursued.
Came not my kin that I had valued.
Came with me the soul that I had ignored.
Death is no destination to souls.
08.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Seen Mode Thought Dialogues
when is mind most active
when are we most alive
when is thought most refined
in moments of eureka answers
in moments of precise thoughts
pursued to amazing insights
pursued to unique conclusions
who freely reveals thoughts
who genuinely risk comments
who unveils shining souls
through the looking glass
says 'drink me' 'eat me' images
in gift energy transversals
transfers interactive discourses
some hide behind politic words
legislate to enslave liberty citizens
some create moral comment in words
seek to entertain enlighten souls
imagination laughs hopes plays keys
dances sings dreams better tomorrows
humanity sow dream prosperity smiles
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IF 'Is' Not a Was
An IF 'is' not a WAS.
So therefore a 'MAYBE'
Still has time left...
To be pursued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was suffering from a peculiar and persistent sense that I was being pursued, and also the conviction that under the political order of the times, our lives had no meaning.
quote by Naguib Mahfouz
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Investigating Improprieties
Investigating Improprieties,
Promises to undo
A way of life historically pursued.
And had been based upon them,
With a flair that flourished affairs.
Those with outcries,
To expose and uncover lies denied...
Have placed their own existence,
In a jeopardy that threatens a pretense...
That had molded together,
Thieving dignities.
And foundations comprised,
On tweaked claims and alibis...
Unravels a society fantasized!
As truth concealed reveals...
An undoing of shattered myths,
Given life to breathe!
Leaving the purpose of taxation,
The core to finance an ending greed.
The seed that fed,
Their need to seek a greatness!
Will this acknowledgement cease their probe?
And advance them with this self assessment.
Or will they stay frozen...
In an accepted ignorance they chose!
A truth pursued can be cruel and crude.
And...
Connected to released freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Visitor Amongst The Unconscious
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
Yes...
That is exactly what it is I do.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are all over the place!
Like...
Denial.
Decadence.
Thoughtle ssness and disrespect.
'Hey buddy?
Yeah you.
Watch your step!
There is a child in diapers,
Following you.
Don't you hear him calling you 'daddy' too? '
I marvel at the way,
Folks skip with a leap over reality.
To embrace with a welcoming,
Any sign of deceit that is greeted warmly.
With an ignoring of those hungry and homeless,
Surrounding them on the streets.
As if this pasttime entertains,
To become remembered as a bitterness...
Eventually endeared as sweet.
And pretend,
Most do...
As if this is part of the scenery.
I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.
They are as common as pigeons.
Or garbage on the streets...
People accept as signs of affection!
Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
That is exactly what it is I do.
And feeling very much...
A visitor amongst the unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Remotely Distanced
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it.
Fed on elitest ideals and dreams,
With luxurized lifestyles...
In condos with high walnut wooden beams,
Is how many see their purpose.
Surrounded by materialistic 'things'.
And things without enlightenment,
Is a life lived incomplete and empty.
With a seeking of sympathy...
When things are taken away from them and gone.
As complaints from them placing blame on others...
Goes on and on and on and on!
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it,
Too.
Choosing their own sanity to maim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the dream came into being, I always pursued it.
quote by Marguerite Young
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