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Declining Forgiveness

We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.

With embellished insecurities...
Of memories flourished now gone.
Their mentalities are witnessed to be diminishing quick.
And within themselves,
They can not admit...
These times lived today,
Will not continue to permit...
An attention given,
To such stubbornly held sickness...
They have become riddled and sit with!

We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.

The challenges ahead requires a collective focus,
That has to exist!
To be drained emotionally by someone misfit...
Detaches an empathy!
With a declining forgiveness,
Decaying with it!
And a healing affect,
Will for all go neglected

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fault and Reason

All day today,
I've noticed you.
There in my mind,
To remind me,
I've changed!

So much to you,
I wish to say.
Things I've said in the past...
Have faded from my grasp.

And those times I was wrong,
You were there...
Without hesitation,
As I stayed and played a fool.

Finding myself now...
I do not contemplate,
To accept fault and reason...
Why we needed to separate.

All day today,
I've noticed you.
There in my mind,
To remind me,
I've changed!

So much to you,
I wish to say.
Things I've said in the past...
Have faded from my grasp.

I can't pretend,
I am hurting from within.
All my flaws are there to view...
Without you.
Without me.
Without us...
There is no trusting!

Finding myself now...
I do not contemplate.
It was me I had deceived.
And in me you kept believing.
Finding myself now...
I do not contemplate,
To accept fault and reason...
Why we needed to separate.

So much to you,
I wish to say.
Things I've said in the past...
Have faded from my grasp.
And has taught me a lesson,
At last!

And forgiveness from you,
I wish to ask!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Come To Go

These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.

They can be discussed on a daily basis.
Or ignored as they speed away.
These days that we have been given to witness,
Will be better off lived...
Then reminiscing how they were,
And what was done.

Too many will discover themselves lost,
In the things they once did.
And not prepare their minds for what comes,
With maintained faith and not delusions.

These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited.

Especially when those changes made,
Aren't here to stay for anyone.
They come to go.
With no empathy shown,
To those who don't grow.

For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited...
To live and adjust as they must.
Will discover all their beliefs,
Dusted.

These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
A letting go,
Is the best thing to do to experience growth.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continuance of a Nonexistence

They spend the hours of each day,
In attempts...
To rejuvenate those times spent,
And gone.

Old songs played from school days,
Keep them reminded...
In a refined stagnation kept.
Fresh.
And unchanged.

Stuck in yesterday.
And not going to give it up...
Anytime soon!
Leaving what has been produced,
To accept tomorrow...
On a fast paced chase for them,
Who seek schedules to keep.

With times speeding ahead.
Without one hint of hesitation.
Regardless of who celebrates...
The continuance of a nonexistence,
Leaping away from many minds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If These Times Lived Did Not Exist

May these times lived,
Be those times we now live in...
With the acknowledgement,
That if these times lived did not exist...
There would be no other times like these,
Experienced to say...
They have come to us to be witnessed,
Like this.
To enjoy to disagree in argument.
Or observe the necessity of conflict.
If these times for us lived did not exist...
How many can honestly say,
They awaken each day prepared to resist...
Such a majestic blessing many do not appreciate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Associated with the Weaving

It becomes difficult to witness,
Someone struggling to untangle...
From a web they did weave strategically.

With an acknowledgement they had spent,
Time in trying to convince,
Their actions and deeds...
Were done with the utmost sincerity.

And to one who has warned...
Through use of observation that connects,
It becomes hard to protect one's integrity.
When standing firm with beliefs.
While others perceive this stance as weak.

It becomes difficult to witness,
Someone struggling to untangle...
From a web they did weave strategically.

Since those now stuck,
In that web that has been woven...
Find themselves equally embarrassed,
Following along as if deaf, dumb and blind...
Because of the 'appearance' of deceit,
A culprit for them has chosen to undermind.

It becomes difficult to witness,
Someone struggling to untangle...
From a web they did weave strategically.

And those following who rejected what had been said...
From past experiences hoped to prevent this,
Find they have become associated with the weaving.
And even though they may be innocent...
A speaking to anyone not paying attention,
Any empathy expressed still will not be heard.

It may be difficult to see as witnessed,
But...
Unbearable to leave as seen,
It is not.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desperate Lives

Whats the problem here
Whats the noise
Im just waiting for the man (yea)
Me and the boys
Hes got the goods
Weve got the twenties, tens and fives
Everybodys doing it
Living desperate lives (living on the edge)
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
And Im sure theres a way out
When I want it
Sometimes I worry
But Im no fool
I keep it to myself
Cause you gotta stay cool
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
Sometimes I feel my life floating away
And times seems so precious
I want to hold you and say
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Ive got this friend you know hes real cool
He gave new meaning to the term high school
Sometimes I worry
But Im no fool
I keep it to myself
Cause you gotta stay cool
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
And Im sure theres a way out
When I want it
Momma just looks confused and my daddy said
Ive got this bomb tick, tick, ticking in my head
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle

song performed by by Rick Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mission Assigned To The Position

Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create.

Awakening each day,
As if with eyes of an innocent child...
Gets less difficult for the one,
Who has been committed to a life lived...
Not to be experienced by everyone to reconcile.

And those who sit believing,
This kind of mentality can be critiqued...
Are not living twenty four hours a day,
With a mind creating barely getting rest.
Only to momentarily 'allowed' to sleep.

Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create with focus.

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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More of the Same

More of the same,
Is comforting to some.
Even though less of it is realized.

Memories of lives lived...
Have many wishing to revisit.

And each hour of today that passes...
Becomes a waste.
For those who accept and take,
A replacing of a happiness that can happen...
For an exchange of aches and heartbreaks.
Associated with age.
And what these moments passing lack.
As many now find themselves,
In times unattractive.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Memories

Memories
Fading pictures of the past
Destroyed by time

All that's happened
All that was
And right now

Is gone before
Our minds can
Comprehend

We only remember what
Truly stands out
In our lives

Or something that has
Shaped who we are
Or changed a point of view

Other things are locked away
Seldom to be remembered
Reminisced

Every passing second
We remember a little more
About our past

Because we just lived it
As quick as it's there
It disappears twice as fast

But it leaves imprints
Sometimes very visible
Other times not so much

Memories are gate ways
Into our experiences
And lessons learned

To simply help us
In the future that
We'er in right now

poem by Autumn Winds
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On Betrayal

we often feel as if we've been betrayed...
and we're hurt, angry, scarred, and vindictive...
but the truth is we lead lives of betrayal.
times we fail others, times we fail ourselves.
times when we mean to do the right thing,
and dont follow through.
times we excuse ourselves by
saying we're following our heart.
times we turn away,
and blame it on circumstance.
times we dont dare to do what life demands.
times we choose indifference,
times we think we've already given enough.
times we choose the easy way out.
times we are not grateful...
times we dont forgive but expect forgiveness.
times we dont speak what our heart feels,
until it's too late....

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Remarried

When I married, I have dreams
When I married, I have trust
When I married, I have hope
When I married, I have life
When I married, I have love
When I married, I have respect
When I married, I have honor
When I divorced, all are gone
By leaving me in hell

Until I am divorced
I don’t know the value of marriage
Now life is broken glass
Spread the pieces across the road
Nobody wants to step on it

Trying to fix the feelings
But they are always going back to the time
It is the pain between present and past
Struggling to move to future
Divorce is the evil
It killed my glorious memories
Stuck up in the present and
Stumbling into future

Whom to blame in this game
This is the game of blames
This is the game of failure
This the game no one wins
Don’t try to play it for fun
It is difficult to accept the defeat

I learnt about forgiveness
Now there is no one left to forgive
Forgiving my self for all my faults

I want the love
I want the hope
I want the respect
I want the honor
These are the things
No one gives freely
We need to give it first
Definitely it will come back fast
The more you give
The more you get

How can I marry again?
If you lost a leg
You can walk with artificial leg
If you lost sight
You can see with glasses
But if you lost your heart
It is difficult to marry again.

Marriage and divorce
How many times we can enter this loop
The more you play
The heart becomes more brittle
Life becomes sick
Difficult to feel
The feeling of decisiveness

No fun in counting
After completion of game
Who cheated whom?
How many times?

It is better to play Marriage game
When we play continuous,
We have opportunity to improve ourselves
Don’t stop the game in between
To count your mistakes
As long as you play there are no winners
The moment you stop, both are losers
Marriage is a game, which never ends

I love my spouse
Whom I left once
If I am not loving,
Why am I thinking?
We are planning to start
The marriage game once again
Divorce is a quarrel
Settled by God as referee
This time we decided
Not to stop it until we die.

-o-

poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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A Timelessness Spent in Shared Regret

If I thought any part of yesterday I lived,
Had existing benefits for me...
I'd be still there living in it.
Like many nonbelieving,
Time without their participation...
Continues to move on.
And does so to leave those,
Doing exactly what they please.

And the ones who chose not to grow...
With a hope that their grasp,
On times they would like to keep unchanged...
Will convince others,
Who are equally blessed with immaturity!
Have only one thing to look forward to.
The guaranteed benefits of expressing,
A timelessness spent in shared regret.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You DON'T Have To Accept It For What It Is

See it the way you want to.
Call it what you wish.
Hop on one leg and do backflips.

Bling, trinkets and obsession with possessions,
Have changed in purpose and value.
Overnight this has happened.

And if you are the type that clings,
To the ways of yesterday...
It is going to be especially difficult for you to see,
A reality you have never embraced...
As it had been,
Rapidly change its significance...
In the minds of those who accepted it,
To have moved on to a higher consciousness.

Leaving you permanently cemented like so many,
In a concrete state of disbelief!
And whatever that belief was or had been...
Whichever way you want to put it,
Does not exist!

And you DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
And this 'may' bring you 'some' relief,
As you stubbornly face the days ahead.
You 'DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
You never have.
So...
What difference does it make 'now'?

Suggestion?
Do what you normally do.
Ignore the facts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diversity And Inclusion

Forums held on diversity and inclusion,
Seem to reveal one thing...
There has been a reluctance to admit,
Divisions exist.

And those wishing to address this,
In open forums...
Are trying to make attempts,
To express in an intelligent way...
How best to have everyone accept,
A way of life that should be lived...
Without having discussions,
About respecting others...
And their cultures.

To have forums, receptions...
And invitations sent,
Is still not admitting...
And enforcement of ignorance.
With an indoctrination,
To allow those to still not strip themselves...
Of hidden insecurities,
That keep themselves at a disadvantage.

A forum I would suggest?
How We Messed Up Other People's Lives!
With A Request They Forget How This Was Done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck

I am dcf committed and stuck.
I don't what to do i am stuck.
I am alone in home with strangers.
I am unaware of any upcomming dangers.
I don't have a family to rely on.
I can only trust my mom.
I have been spit on and put down so many times.
I had swollen eyes from all the times i cried.
I am somewhere I don't want be.
I don't want people feeling sorry for me.
I am struggling to make it through.
I think of all the things I wish I could do.
I wish I could let people hear my voice.
Cause when I sing its an extraordinary and beautiful noise.
I wish I could meet my idol Gerard Arthur Way.
I know its bound to happen someday.
I am stuck wondering why.
why my father died.
I know people have it worst than me.
Thats why i try to be happy.
I am stuck and don't what to do.
I am stuck how about you.

poem by Jean Pullman
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Wearing Top Hats And Telling Long Tales

Lives lived based upon lies,
And who buys them to defend...
Leads to lives lived confused.
And believers deceived,
Eventually turning on themselves.
Making their appearances,
In those 'high' places when they do this...
Publicly.

With an astonishment unbelieved,
To those who witness this...
As if seeing rabbits being pulled,
From gift wrapped boxes,
Wearing top hats and telling long tales.

While a listening to puppets reading lines,
To convince anyone paying attention...
Better times are coming.
As soon as they can get better writers,
To compose an updating of times that do not exist.

'What is this going on? '

I have no idea.
I thought is was going to be a debating of issues.
This...
Is clearly some sick stuff.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enriched

What was difficult?
A decision made to be me.
A decision to leave,
Everything and everyone...
Who did not grasp,
Their own identity.
And when clarity came,
And stared in my face...
I stood and stared right back!
That was the most difficult thing I did.
And since then...
I recognized,
How many had not done that.
How many,
In fact...
Did not know who or what they were.
And I did not fully realize until I witnessed them...
How long I had been back then,
Like them...
In hiding!
Pretending I knew the life I lived.
But today I do not seek,
Acceptance from anyone to qualify that.
I did not know that finding myself,
Would leave me feeling so enriched!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Cause and The Defect

Angry?
Why?
Your delusions denied the truth.
With a booting done,
Of those you gossiped were disgruntled.
And were against your standards lived!

Angry?
Why?
You chose to accept the lies in your life,
As they are.
You campaigned to keep things the same,
And unchanged.
With a resisting quick of any reality mentioned.

Angry?
Why?
Those attempts tried to awaken you,
Led to arguments and lives disrespected and slandered.

If you are angry...
Be mad at yourself.
Look in the mirror at your reflection,
And begin to curse!
You have been the problem.
The cause and the defect!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Riding On Coat-tails

Riding on coat-tails,
Is a movement hard to keep up.
Prevailing to ride when times are tough,
No longer muffles with a buffering to hush.

Independent failures surface to pop as crops.
An obvious sign that times are getting rougher.
And lives lived to bluff,
Are forced to be weeded from an accustomed fluff.

Today the facing of facts is under attack.
With a hitchhiking done on backs...
Removed from positions,
Once easily relaxed to munch on picked snacks.

Facing facts is difficult to smother.
And hard to deny with a keeping undercover.
As a druther to be tossed...
Like a thoughtless whim to be caught by another.

Facing facts is difficult to smother.
When times reveal,
No one can keep them undercover.
Or dismiss them to exist,
For a profit to gain to exploit a fun done.
Or enjoy with a sweetened twist to the mix...
Tasted and approved by everyone.

Riding on coat-tails,
Is a movement hard to keep up.
With a prevailing to ride when times are tough.
No longer can the muffles with a buffering be hushed.
No longer can the facts be sacked...
To silence and smother,
As an undercover druthered to crush.
Or conceal behind a polish that's buffed...
To glamorize a sparkling of disdain.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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