Done Without Instructions
There are those having the most difficult time,
They have ever had to experience in their lives.
And adjusting for them,
Has to be done without instructions.
To awaken and to realize,
A road stubbornly followed...
Has a dead end that surprises,
Is quite traumatic.
Especially when it becomes consciously accepted,
Those who have been denied participation...
For a host of reasons thought to be unethical,
And foolish.
Have them now exposed as fools.
With nothing but walss they have constructed,
To hit their heads against.
To awaken and to realize,
A road stubbornly followed...
Has a dead end that surprises,
Is quite traumatic.
There are those having the most difficult time,
They have ever had to experience in their lives.
And adjusting for them,
Has to be done without instructions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peripetia, or Flowers for Everyone
How difficult it is to love the stupid
in ourselves, not to mention the shortcomings
of others. Each time I stumble from
a pair of platform shoes, how clumsiness
surprises! I'm astonished - even worse,
appalled - every time a shiny SUV
insists on jumping out in front of me.
How slow I am to understand the obvious!
I'm going outside now to gather calla lilies.
How strange it might be if I still had the brains
of a twenty-something Ph.D.-in-training.
The red ones I've been growing. And memory,
what a laugh, stuck between experience
and precognition - middle of a road
where no one wants to be. What a load
of magic beans that is. I mean, that is, disdain
for the middle of the road, not the precognition.
I know I won't remember what I said tomorrow.
Now I'm up a tree, climbed it with thorough
joie de vivre. Tell me, did you ever get the lilies?
Who Would Had 'Thunk' It To Be So...
No one said anything about it being easy,
To walk away from that which has been indoctrinated...
And known all of one's life.
It is traumatic to awaken,
To realize what had been taught to dislike...
Has been intended to be accepted as wrong and not right.
With a fighting against its existence.
And to know what had been hated with a teaching of it,
Being inferior and unfit...
Has actually been used to support one's habits,
Of being fed from it in secret doses to keep one nourished.
This awakening crumbles everything thought cemented.
No one said anything about it being easy,
To walk away from that which has been indoctrinated...
And known all of one's life.
And no one would ever believe truth,
Would become greater than any kept and protected delusion.
Who would had 'thunk' it to be so...
Out of the box to cause one shock.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is A Remarkable Achievement Received
To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.
It happens.
One day,
Someone has a thought.
To arrive independently.
The having of it leads one to become suspicious.
It hurts and frightens,
To have it sit unsolicited.
And
One day,
Someone off balance is caught
To have no one around them to see,
A struggling being done
With a single thought brought to them,
From nowhere!
And this happening is not believed.
To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.
One is given an opportunity to think.
And on their two feet,
Their thinking process increases.
And one manages to do this all on their own!
To think!
And never before having had this experience.
Although at first one in this position,
May feel quite threatened.
And to others
This may not seem to benefit.
However
To be able to think,
Independently
AND on one's own two feet?
This is a remarkable achievement received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Difficult To Be Encouraging
It can be difficult to be encouraging,
To those mentally under-nourished.
And suspicions of someone threatening them,
To have a thought to think AND comprehend...
Can be quite traumatic,
For those who have accepted...
Their minds are only there,
For others to use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Feeling 'Whole' I Do!
To live is to learn and to grow...up!
Here I am at 62 and I tell you this...
My best 'teachers' I disagreed with.
Yes, I did.
Only to realize...
Now I value their assessments,
Of the 'me' I denied existed.
To be 'now' more of that 'me'
They saw I did not see before.
And I am so glad I found myself.
With a patience to put ignored pieces together.
Feeling 'whole' I do.
With self examinations through,
And completed with no tests to tease.
Seeing is believing to testify what is true!
And 'free' with a peace of mind I am.
I can release to leave doubts behind.
Feeling 'whole' I do.
And the experience of it...
I wish others could achieve,
To release themselves from turmoil.
And inner conflict stubbornly held...
With perceptions gone unaddressed.
To face them as they are is best.
This clears the mind of mental stresssss,
Yessss!
And as difficult as a quiz can get...
It is with acceptance,
Challenges can be met with success.
With a removal of those obstacles.
That seem so plentiful,
On paths we walk alone.
Condoning with an acceptance done.
Without confronting them one by one!
If one confesses and leave behind...
The useless time spent in regret!
And turning those obstacles,
Into worthless pebbles to forget!
Oh,
Feeling 'whole' I do.
Choosing to let the 'me' in 'me'
Just 'be'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few Are Making Positive Deposits
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
Preaching never taught any lessons!
Especially if those lessons taught,
Have not been sought to value!
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
Preaching never taught any lessons!
Especially if those lessons taught,
Have not been sought to value!
And time wastefully spent...
Is not time returned.
Especially if investments are expected,
To reflect healthy dividends.
And few are making positive deposits...
To encourage the flourish of them!
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life to Live
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!
Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!
What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Signs of Turning Around
Many are discovering their thoughts and beliefs...
Have been totally prefabricated,
To sustain delusion based fantasies.
And entertained for humor purposes...
By those creating their own opportunities.
And doing this successfully...
With the power of deceit.
And the teasing of greed.
Shocked and dismayed by the truth that is.
Some have never experience...
The value of reality.
Or an honesty known...
Shown by one who around them lives.
And this economic meltdown...
Has no signs of turning around at all.
Even those who pray with faith...
They will be saved.
With a hope that these days,
From them will be erased.
Are in for a traumatic wakeup call!
When they realize their entire lives...
Have been fantasized and faked!
To keep them blinded,
For an eventual downfall!
'That's pure BS and utter nonsense! '
Is it?
When was the last time Minnie or Mickey Mouse..
Paid 'you' a visit?
And you have sat with empty pockets,
To ensure your children sit quietly...
To pay attention to animated animals speak,
And teach intelligently
About the aspects of human life.
Either at the movies or in front of a TV!
'That's entirely different! '
IS IT?
Then why is truth so feared?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Medications Are They On?
It's hard for me to determine,
Which ones I should follow.
Since which fools from the choice of fools,
Should I choose with a guessing...
Are those less foolish?
Or is it in my best interest,
To refuse the picking of any fool...
With the hope the doing of it,
Will awaken me to realize...
This has been too real of a nightmare!
And soon I will be snapped back into reality.
Because this insanity I just can not accept.
And many are pretending they notice nothing at all.
Which medications are they on?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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There Is A Vicariousness Lived
Sometimes when I awaken,
I wish my mind was not so investigative.
But I am too inquisitive,
To assume.
Those who sit and imagine their lives,
And others who are living theirs...
Seem to have so much time,
Not to experience life.
From their lips when in the exchange of gossip...
There is a vicariousness lived to then embellish...
Flowing nonstop to listening ears.
And when I hear this it becomes hard to detect...
What is real and what has been memorized,
From what has been spoken by another...
To then take out of context.
Delusional people can make real their fantasies.
Sometimes when I awaken,
I wish my mind was not so investgative.
But I am too inquisitive,
To assume.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traumatic Has to Be the Reality Faced
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
Especially for the ones who identified,
Their lives and self worth...
With the ability to purchase 'bling',
And other materialistic things.
With money that from them is dwindling.
Traumatic has to be the reality faced,
There is no substitute for truth that can be replaced.
Nor are there those empathetic,
Who have grown accustomed...
To finding their way on the streets to eat and sleep.
And yet those with beliefs they are above all of this,
Find themselves indebted to their beliefs...
They wish to keep.
And...
Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
For those who make demands as if...
Their lifestyles can be sustained,
By squeezing them...
From an economy based on credit.
That has exhausted all fantasies,
Once supporting a delusion...
There was no ending that came to a feeding of a feast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The results of any traumatic experience, such as abuse, can only be resolved by experiencing, articulating, and judging every facet of the original experience within a process of careful therapeutic disclosure.
quote by Alice Miller
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That Will or Can Replicate the Doing
This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
No scholars you determine...
And selected to roam the halls of ivy.
May be ill equipped,
To handle common sense.
Leather bound books,
May encase what you feel is brilliant
Based upon what you declare...
Reflects an exclusive experience.
To be then induced and reproduced.
To recreate your version...
Of majestic mountains,
And the air we breathe allowed by trees.
This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
Nor is 'that' which has made this possible.
And there is nothing you can research and document...
That will or can replicate the doing.
The only choices you can make...
Is to steal and pretend,
You are the beginning of it all.
But your presence when that ends...
Does not 'end' the presence of what is witnessed.
This may be traumatic.
But you...
Having nothing to do with it.
You just represent the effects.
That's all!
Unless you're convinced...
Your head can damage or break a brick wall?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dismissed Fortune Tellers
Time changes that,
Which is believed set in stone.
It's less traumatic today to awaken with amnesia.
Than to witness the wonders of discovery,
Widen the eyes of those devoted to tales told...
Vanishing as truth of events unfold.
While those whistle blowers are being reminisced,
As dismissed fortune tellers.
'In your future I see...
Several hands,
Other than yours...
Playing more than a game of pool,
In your pockets.'
~Stop it.
Were you passed over for a raise you expected? ~
Not to initiate discussions of pervert activity,
But some people became quite offended...
By the thought of someone else,
Tossing big balls around discreetly.
Whistle blowers became labelled...
As those disgruntled,
That nothing was slipped in their pockets...
To keep them hushed.
So they were slandered as liars and crushed.
And to the exits...rushed!
'Those were the days my friend.
Days that came to an end for those snoopers of greed,
Sitting high in executive seats.
And found noticebly cheating to bring more into their homes,
Besides a dozen of eggs and bacon.'
These rats had acquired taste to build their own cheese factories.
Time changes that,
Which is believed set in stone.
It's less traumatic today to awaken with amnesia.
Than to witness the wonders of discovery,
Widen the eyes of those devoted to tales told...
Vanishing as truth of events unfold.
While those whistle blowers are being reminisced,
As dismissed fortune tellers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shaken Awake From A Deep Sleep
when falling sands have fallen all
sands of death wait to claim us all
even so we pass as course is plotted
we live we grow we dance then dead
yet that which was dead God can awaken
resurrection awaits from dead all are shaken
wherever you may fall you life is finally taken
angels will journey there Christ will come awaken
poem by Terence George Craddock
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On Christmas Morning
Ol decembers here at last
Time for celebration
Christmas present
Christmas past
Tumble down together like the snow
What a show
Now the snowman karen made
Is melting by the roadside
On the wind a serenade
Of childrens voices singing I believe
I believe in love
I believ
On christmas morning
You awaken with a smile
You hold me in your arms
We watch the snowflakes fly
And then you love me and I realize how sweet a life can be
All the memories
Coming back again this year
Sentimental melodies
Surround me like an old friend
Spent a winter here with me
Silently we watched the seasons change
And they change so fast
Fade away
On christmas morning
You awaken with a smile
You hold me in your arms
We watch the snowflakes fly
And then you love me
And I realize how sweet a life can be
All the memories will always take me back, hold me back in time
On christmas morning
You awaken with a smile
You hold me in your arms
We watch the snowflakes fly
And then you love me
And I realize how sweet a life can be
Ooh the memories will always take me back in time
To christmas morning
On christmas morning
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Ballad of the Dead
Conscious is slowly fading
Darkness is full of loving
Light blinds me from this reality
Let me crawl back to the shadows of serenity
The dance of my fellow comrades
Who lack the respect of the fallen
Death is the lack of demand
Whose names has he written?
I slept within this cavern
I awaken to find nowhere
Who have awaken me from my slumber
The eerie conclusions led you to my chamber.
Skulls ramble on
Continued on with broken jaws
The dance of the no flesh
My sins the dead confess
Dance all around me
Cycle on and on in my head
Drew circles all around me
Chanting the song of the dead
'Arise, arise our fellow comrade'
'War consumed you with it's almighty jaws'
'Take out your anger, you have rose again'
'Breath lithium my friend, death is all you live for'
'Stuck in the lust of mankind'
'Death has now become our brother'
'I shall take back what was mine'
'Lives of the wicked shall we plunder'
'It's about time to die'
I was heavily breathing
I was horribly living
This haste approach to the fade to black
I was awaken to see the ballad of the dead
8/10/12
poem by Elisha De La Rosa
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More Than A Forgiveness Wished
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
Especially if such activities,
Have been publicly applied.
And over the years has denied those,
The opportunity to provide a decent income...
For themselves or anyone else.
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
And then one day it is discovered,
Those who had been subjected to misery...
Are more influential than one thought them to be.
And the discovery of this,
Leaves one with more than a forgiveness...
Wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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