Difficult To Follow
If in the making of mistakes made,
And the facing of disappointments done...
Had 'not' been faced to overcome,
With a motivating push and the gritting of teeth...
That needing desire to succeed,
Would not exist inside of me.
Heros in my life I looked up to that inspired,
Meant more to me than being embarrassed...
If I was seen publicly crawling on my knees.
They nor I,
Sought limelight to please...
With egos raised for all to see and praise.
And I remain just as determined today,
To leave a mark more difficult to follow.
Since I want it to be known,
My journey had not been an easy one.
Some may perceive to have others believe.
Although I will admit...
Making it look that way had left me,
Questioning myself with doubts if I should quit.
But...
Quitting is not in my DNA to even consider it.
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Accompanied by a Wishful Vigor
By the time I was twenty-one years old,
I had served in the military.
Married and had a child.
Even I am amazed my clarity is unphased.
Or crazed by experiences.
That seems like lifetimes ago today.
Since between that time and now,
Those who are much younger than I am...
Are physically and mentally out of shape.
So glad I am I have finished several races.
With an acknowledgement I have made mistakes.
Met truth.
And stay away from delusions.
Doing that was difficult to do.
So many I knew,
Are 'still' undecided...
As to whose life to live.
And which races to enter to begin.
To BEGIN!
Can you imagine?
When I hear some of them mention retirement,
I wonder from what?
How can one retire,
From uninspiring routines?
And to do what next?
A shifting of a butt to remain in a similar scene?
Thank God I chose to specialize in the living of my life.
And not pretend a crawling on my knees done publicly,
Was not embarrassing.
It was.
But the recovery?
Introduced me to a peace of mind and happiness,
I can not replace by faking it.
I have finished several races!
And I was 'thisclose' on giving up on a few.
You know...
Making those easy excuses for myself.
Like many choose to do,
To prove they can successfully procrastinate.
And,
With an embellished zest.
Accompanied by a wishful vigor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy and Difficult
Easy and Difficult
Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
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Making Decisions
We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!
We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!
How often does a hindsight renew,
A clearer vision wished we had then used.
How often do we then excuse this...
As mistakes we've made,
Too late to shake away.
To turn around unphased,
Just to have things our way!
We make decisions.
Some of them quick.
Some of them split.
Some of them mixed,
With a wish to quit...
Making decisions we have to admit!
How often does a hindsight renew,
A clearer vision wished we had then used.
While making decisions wearing the same old shoes.
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How Does One Become Better
How does one become better,
Doing what one does?
And remain happy at doing it?
It takes time, patience...
And the acceptance of critique.
Biting lips and gritting teeth.
Lots of anxiety with loss of sleep.
Making mistakes.
And making mistakes.
To undo them to make more!
Motivation without expectation.
Sacrifice and mental suffering.
Emotional stress.
Being able to forgive and forget.
And do that as best as one can!
Not fearing to apologize when wrong...
Or right.
Do it regardless.
That increases one's peace of mind!
Be accountable for all actions.
Take responsibility.
Even if that means...
Taking that away from someone else.
Be thankful!
And pray.
Pray.
Pray.
Throughout each day.
Don't be afraid to ask God...
'Hey! Wassup?
You here or not?
You doin' what you suppose to do?
'Cause I'm doin' my best!
Or what I believe to be my best.'
~That sounds like you are describing a relationship!
Or a marriage.~
And...
Your point,
Is what?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Martyr
He with weak fantasies,
Delivered from bended knees...
Pledged to beg.
A martyr.
With delusions to feed.
And believing he has rights,
To sacrifice his life.
For purposes to gain notoriety.
Hoping his activities,
Gain an attention sought!
And meant to leave,
Those observing...
Impressed.
And left to express deep empathy,
Addressed.
Knowing...
If his heart can be on his sleeve,
To bleed publicly!
As he does.
To represent,
The very best of suffering!
He has no other needs to fulfill.
And they are thrilled,
He is determined...
To offer them an escape from their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Biggest Mistake
What do you think inside your head
I want to know
Do you think this
Could end up breaking you
You life is a time bomb
Set to explode
You talk out your ass
And everyone knows
For once you should listen
Or care what i think
Or I'll be gone before you can blink
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyones told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of you life
Everyone knows that
Your afraid of missing out
And I know that its hard for you
To swallow down
The while world you've vreated
Is set to explode
You lie throught you teeth
And everyone knows
For once you should listen
Or care what I think
Or you'll stay stuck in the web your trapped in
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyoes told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Its a chance
You should take
And I know that its not
An easy one to make
You should trust the ones
That are closest to you
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyone told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
(Your life)
The biggest mistake of your life
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Sick.. &.tired.
I'm sick of being sick, and tired of being tired
I'm sick and tired of being, sick and tired
I try to help and look what I get,
A forget you and a butt to kiss.
I Feel left out when I'm in this place,
It like I don't even exist. I'm tired and
Weak, I can no longer defeat.
Like a stray bullet through the chest
Falling straight to my knees. I'm hurt and
Desire for a new life, because the one in stuck with
Is not right. My life is so difficult, part of me wants to stay and
Part of me wants to leave.... I'm making a feeble attempt to no
Longer BREATH.
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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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Traces Of Their Tracks Left All Over The Facts
How can anyone conscious of a deed done...
Later admit,
They were not aware of it?
If honest mistakes are declared to be made,
By those who are consciously making them...
Most of the time.
Why are the ones unconscious,
Repeatedly denying...
They are 'not' incompetent.
When they have left traces of their tracks,
Left all over the facts!
And...
Supported they are,
By those who continuously make...
Honest mistakes!
How much of reality is, indeed, faked?
With no one held accountable,
For a quality of life watched fading away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destiny Leads The Way
All through your great life journey you follow your destiny
And where you are living at today is where you are meant to be
And whether you live in your Hometown or from there live far away
It all goes back to destiny where you are at today
We make our own decisions and for our mistakes we pay
Yet in the course of our destiny we do not have a say
From the moment we are born our pathways through life are paved
And the destinies of our life's journeys in our souls are engraved
Though many will tell you differently they say our life's journey is our own choice
But destiny the silent one never does heed advice
And even those who do not believe in it follow it every day
Where-ever their journeys take them to destiny leads the way
And whether you travel far from home or live in your own country-side
Destiny of seven letters your life's journey decide.
poem by Francis Duggan
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As Has Been Taught
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others.
Or be heard routinely expressed.
A true placement of values,
Has been obsessed.
And obvious it is...
Needing not to be excused or confessed.
Since if it was not wished it would not exist.
From one's observance,
It can be determined...
A true placement of values.
And what is accepted,
Needs not to be assessed...
To point out to others or be expressed.
It is what it is as has been taught,
To teach and be believed to label as is revealed.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught...
These things we see to leave as is believed,
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught...
To leave within our minds without questioning but accept,
These things we see to leave as is believed...
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
As has been taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Are You
Its been a while, I havent seen you for at least
A year or more, or is it less? I cant be sure
Well, anyway, you must have heard about the
Troubles that I had, but somehow I got through
I always managed to... and by the way
How are you?
How is your life?
How is it going?
Are you still dreaming and making big plans?
How are the nights are they still lonely?
Are you still struggling the way that I am? oh
How, how are you? how are you?
You always said that you would try to change
Turn a new leaf and start all over again
But I bet youre making all the same mistakes
Youre a lot like me, thats why Im still your friend
Still no offence, no more hard feelings left on silly sentiment
No harm was ever felt or ever meant
You go your way, Im bound to see you on the street again some day
And when I do Ill always say
How are you? how are you?
How is your life? how is it going?
Are you still dreaming and making big plans?
How are the nights? are they still lonely?
Are you still struggling the way that I am? oh
How, how are you? how are you?
I know youre making all the same mistakes
Youre a lot like me thats why Im still your friend
I bet go, I gotta thousand little things I better do
Ah, but it was really good to talk to you
Be on my way, Im bound to see you on the street again someday
And when I do Ill say
How are you? how are you?
How is your life? how is it going?
Are you still dreaming and making big plans?
How are the nights? are they still lonely?
Are you still struggling the way that I am? oh
How, how are you? how are you?
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Heeding the Call to Their Expectations
Initiators, instigators, implementators...
Whatever you want to call people,
Who create their own dilemmas...
With an inviting of rage,
To then put the blame on someone else...
For actions they will not admit,
Are of their own making.
Although accuse those they say and do...
That they want out of their lives,
For not doing enough to help them...
When faced with a crisis,
Are those they despise publicly...
For not doing what they want done,
BECAUSE...
They are entitled.
And they wonder why their lives,
With whatever natural disasters they face...
Have come to affect them,
In places...
Where they have gone,
To isolate themselves...
Yelling for calls for 'help'!
Do the best the can to prioritize,
Their madness.
From 'who' or 'whom' or 'what'...
Do they believe,
Will come rushing to their aid?
Heeding the call to their expectations?
The very same people,
They have attempted to eliminate...
From being too controlling,
In being instrumental in their lives.
To dry their weeping eyes.
There is no doubt why people who shout,
Are being today...
More ignored.
With a focus that shows them to be,
The reasons why any progress is stalled.
Not only are these people 'nutts'.
They are clearly the ones needing to be locked up.
To allow humanity to rid its fences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Made All Of This Look Too Easy
I've made all of this look too easy.
So easy it's easier made for you to critique.
Even reading between the lines,
You will never feel my sentiments.
Or my experiences and years spent,
Healing from an assortment of hidden scars.
I've made all of this look too easy.
So easy you believe I have time I can find,
To please you and your needs.
As if nothing else is on my mind,
But you and your life and your doubts.
I've made all of this look too easy.
Haven't I?
Even when sleeping...
You perceive me to be undeserving to get,
Peace and rest without requesting it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Are In It to Play the Ratings Game
It's overboard and ridiculous.
Outrageous, dysfunctional and sick.
And somehow it fits.
A match for one who has the wit.
Enabling one to admit...
Aren't our lives meant to live,
And not explain?
Why drain a brain to obtain fortune and fame?
Too many are in it to play the ratings game!
To do it would still leave unbelievers.
Even if previewed and critiqued.
With many gritting their teeth...
And grimacing in their seats.
Some truths are better left unrevealed.
Even if it means to conceal...
What would profit as a best seller.
Some memories are there just to be one's own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dismissal Of Fears
There is nothing like falling out of a tree.
That has happened to me.
Twice,
At least.
There is nothing like taking chances.
With a clear understanding,
There may be consequences to pay.
That has happened to me.
More times than I care to remember.
More times than even I...
Can remember.
And still find my actions,
Difficult to believe!
There is nothing like making mistakes.
Especially those,
That come to shake one awake.
That has happened to me.
Until running into a brick wall,
Made my nose bleed.
Literally.
And...
There is nothing like getting up,
Off of one's knees.
Stripped of an ego.
And every pretension...
I fed upon as a necessity.
There is nothing like falling out of a tree.
That has happened to me.
Twice,
At least.
As if an introduction,
To prepare me for a journey!
And today...
For some reason...
I can not pass a tree without touching it.
Or giving it a very long hug!
With the gratefulness,
I had the audacity to take chances.
And a dismissal of fears to live my life as it is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ache
The ache of my bosom
Is such, that it needs
The bite of your teeth
To make it ache
More and more…
And with this
Aching bosom,
My love, when I
Take leave of you,
The mark of your
Teeth - will always
Remain with me…
Making me ache
For you ~
Forever more…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Life Is Difficult
Life is difficult-
Surprises are not always what we hoped they would be-
People misunderstand us-
We imagine we are kind
And they understand us differently-
Some problems never get solved
Some remain lingering for years-
There are cruel people in the world
Stupid ones also-
The fair do not always get the prize
The pushers push push push the good guys aside-
We see the Evil grinning and we cannot touch them-
All kinds of Hopes we have are disappointed-
Rejection is the Fate of everyone at one time or another
One has to try and try and try
And often that is not enough-
Life is difficult
And after a certain age is more difficult
And when young is also difficult-
Life is difficult in some time or some way for all of us
It just is-
Life is difficult
And even when it seems not to be
There is another time coming-
Life is difficult
And so long as we live
It will be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Just a Symbolic Thing Done That Is Used
It has to be difficult,
For those sitting on fences...
In defense of historical points of view,
With a witnessing done of themselves...
And their belief system with a growing need,
To either be upscaled from outdated renovations...
Or,
Implement...
Like 'yesterday',
A total upheavel of what currently exists.
To introduce new ideals...
Without debating the necessity.
Although...
The dilemma for them,
Is in the initiating of a beginning.
This would admit a need for an ending.
And making mistakes and facing failure,
As confessed?
Is for them...
Not a position of strength to make,
Not just yet!
A way to save face has to be perfected!
They would rather keep such issues...
Exposed to await a date procrastinated.
While new opponents are being interviewed,
To test their tastes...
For playing updated games,
That will allow the proclaiming of them as terrorists.
Or threats to a way of life...
Few in private conversations,
Say or admit they like.
It is just a symbolic thing done that is used!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU: A prayer
My child, no matter what you do
No matter what happens to you in this life of exile
Regardless of all the difficulties that you encounter
I am always with you because
I will never leave you.
My child, try to live your life with much care and candor
Try to live your life with much discipline and truth
But even if you fail and stumble in your efforts
I will always be there to lift you up because
I will never leave you
My child try to avoid all occasions that may cause evil
When faced with a choice between the broad and easy path in life and the narrow and difficult one
Come to me and I will show you how the seemingly easy path is fraught with danger
I will show you the ultimate rewards of the narrow and difficult path because
I will never leave you
My child try not to stray from the good that should always prevail
You will often be enticed by reasoning and false logic to embrace the apparently easy and convenient way that ultimately leads to evil
Yet I am there, hoping that with your will that is free, you will eventually perceive your perilous journey ahead because
I will never leave you
My child, life is made up of many instances of pain and sorrow, of overwhelming problems that seem insurmountable
Take heart, for all things pass, yet if matters appear too harsh
Remember me and compare your difficulties with what I went through in my Agony
And you will see things in a new light, a different perspective because
I will never leave you
My child, there will indeed be times in your life when you will feel all is lost
That you have been left alone with your problems
But if you go deeper into your apparent isolation, you will see that it is you who have left me because
I will never leave you
My child always come to me with your problems with all your needs
Do not be afraid to ask me for I am rich, very rich and I will always give you what is for your own good
Through the difficulties you may encounter, remember that I will always be there for you because
I will never leave you
My child will you endure these few problems that come to your life?
Carry whatever load comes your way for love of me
I promise you that you will find rest because my Yoke is easy and my burden is light
Through the crosses that come your way, you will only bear a sliver of the timber and I will carry the rest of the heavy cross for you because
I will never leave you
My child will you do something for me in return?
Come to me whenever you can, I am present in all the Tabernacles of the world
In churches in chapels in prayer rooms, there I wait for you in solitude
Waiting hoping for even just a flicker of recognition from you because
I will never leave you
My child love me for I thirst so much for your love
You will be able to love me much when you love me in others the lonely, the sick, the abandoned, the unloved, and above all, the needy
Give to all who need much for it is to me that you give and even if you have nothing to give, you can always give the alms of a smile
You will never find me wanting in reciprocating your love for
I will always love you back a hundredfold, because I love you so much and
I will never leave you
Note: for your meditation from the Little Soul Sisters
After reading, reflect; be still for a few minutes in gratitude to our Lord for inspiring you with his words of wisdom. Let him rest in your heart. Feel the peace with Him on this special moment. Praise Him.
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