Doubts, Fears And Obstacles
A daily routine,
Of a regimented and implemented discipline...
Done with a purpose and meaning meant,
Can and will cement a positive direction...
With a declining found that begins to erase,
Lamenting over revisited sentiments...
In one's mind that takes place on a daily basis.
And with a confirmation of affirmations stated,
Those doubts, fears and obstacles...
One accepted with belief,
Will fade away to permanently leave.
And a cheerful disposition one chooses to stay.
If...one decides,
To have it that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Kicking To The Curb
Although my journey...
Has seemed sometimes long,
With a prolonging of obstacles to face...
I have managed to slowly erase them with faith.
As well as a chasing away of 'expected' obstacles...
Presented to prevent what I must do each day.
I had to grow stronger and determined,
To prove for no one else but myself...
The steps that I take on the path I am on...
I am on it because I belong,
In the doing with a purpose.
And serving this purpose as it deserves.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I recognize my blessings.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I have recognized those foes...
Hoping to block my way,
From the crevices of shadows fading.
And...
On a daily basis I will and can say,
The Creator is responsible...
For removing opposition in my way that sit.
Trying to upset me with conflicts to afflict.
The Creator is responsible...
For not allowing this to persist.
And with a knowing of that,
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
All that which attempts to delay my mission.
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
To eliminate from me aches of all kinds,
From my mind to exist...
With an assistance only God can give.
It is with my Father's wishes,
The Creator of ALL there is 'that' is...
That has done this to mend AND fix!
And He, My Father...
Will not continue to permit,
The foolishness of nonsense...
To attack me with that kind of grip.
God has shown me I need not put up with it.
And...
With a clearing of the way for only HIS will to be done!
As it shall be...nonsense gets out of the mix.
Since The Creator alone,
Rules the Kingdom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Replaced By Suspicion
It was stated to them then,
How they underestimated...
Feelings that had been readily given.
It was reminisced and revisited,
What one thought had been unconditional...
Was conditionally betrayed on a daily basis.
Sincere tears then began to swell and fall,
From puffed eyes.
As if wishing to erase time.
Yet inside one's heart those lies once told...
Seem to fix and take hold.
Never to go away!
'You don't know how I have changed my ways! '
~You have no idea how much has changed...
Period.
Acceptance has been replaced by suspicion.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They've Chosen To Be Winners
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant,
They've improved.
Sticking to a purpose with a focused aimed
With minds more open.
And those attitudes changed.
A new day dawning has to them been sent.
To send defensive motives flushed,
With their fluxing minds now rinsed.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They have chosen to be winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
Picking up those pieces from a running done.
Now taking time when before they gave none.
Less they find offensive too.
With fresh sentiments meant they've improved.
And...
They've chosen to be winners!
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
They are winners.
With those sentiments meant.
Winners.
With those sentiments meant.
They're winners.
With those sentiments meant.
To leave behind their indifference.
To now say and to claim that they are...
Winners.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It Faithfully That You Do?
If you are not that one to awaken,
With affirmations to confirm in meditation done...
A life you would like to live,
Free of negativity that you would like to leave,
Since you claim for you this is not welcomed.
Have you started with a discipline,
On a daily basis that anyone can begin....
To open your mind and clear it from decline.
What is it faithfully that you do?
With a choice you choose?
Besides complain with regularity.
And a decision to be abused,
By an attraction to negative thoughts,
Only you give attention without this mentioned.
As you refuse to release as you awaken from sleep,
To let go with a determination to free yourself.
What is it that you wish to prove you can show?
An attachment that enhances your acceptance?
To who and to what?
And why?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Submerge Within Completed Bliss (Part III)
Give affirmations of what can be.
Encourage in silence...
A wholesome delivery.
Forgetting and forgiving,
Temptations done in resentment.
Escape from a shallowed shadowness...
Taken with each step,
Annoying and beset of obstacles that test!
Want and choose the very best.
And let affirmations,
Done daily without hesitation...
Devoid of applied contemplation.
And accept the beginning of blessings met!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Room My Prison Be
Looking out my window
at the world outside.
I wonder why I am not out there,
playing around and having fun.
The bars at the windows
are what keeps me here.
They imprison not only me,
but also my heart and soul.
I plead sometimes
for them to disappear,
but my mind will not do it,
as it put them there.
I‘m imprisoned in my fortress,
the place I call my home.
Imprisoned by my mind,
because my mind decrees it so.
Imprisoned by a daily routine,
I find it hard to break,
and sometimes,
I do not want to break it.
Without that daily routine,
what would my life be?
Going around in circles,
until eternity?
My own guilt,
put me in my own prison,
and only I have,
the key to release me.
17 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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With A Daily Affirmation Done
Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
And with a daily affirmation done...
You possess abilities to incorrectly assess,
Others who are not in the act of digging ditches...
To protect their imperfections.
Since you believe imperfections,
Are kept as blessings to invest...
With a more delibitation done,
That has become effective.
And to some you wish this is impressive.
And it does impress,
With a showing of an abesence...
Of a dignity one should possess.
Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
And with a daily affirmation done...
You possess abilities to incorrectly assess.
And this is not my point of view.
This...
You have made to be clearly observed.
And there will come a time this has to be recessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Equipped With One's 'A' Game
The road most traveled,
And one that is familiar on a daily basis...
Is the one that creates,
The biggest challenge few are left to debate.
It is too easy to take for granted,
That which one believes is well known.
And to stay awake and remaining equipped
With one's 'A' game...
Is something one accustomed to obstacles,
Has shown time and time again.
It only takes one mistake,
To ruin the flavor of an expected taste...
Of one's favorite cake and that's all it takes,
For one to regard a whole day a major catastrophe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The One That Opened Your Eyes
Look!
Here is the real deal.
Listen up.
Nothing...
Is going to return back to where it was.
Nothing...
Is going to be reset to a time,
When you found your life
Without direction, purpose or meaning.
You lived to feed a greed you fed!
That was it!
But 'nothing' is going to return,
For those days to be revisited!
It does not matter who wins to sit in what seat,
In what colored house!
And 'where' that house is located.
Look!
Here is the real deal.
Listen up.
Nothing...
Is going to return back to where it was.
Nothing...
Is going to be reset to a time,
When you found your life
Without direction, purpose or meaning.
You lived to feed a greed you fed!
That was it!
But 'nothing' is going to return,
For those days to be revisited!
It does not matter who wins to sit in what seat,
In what colored house!
And 'where' that house is located.
You got that?
That's called a reality check.
Forget what happened yesterday.
You are about to embark on a journey,
You will remember...
As the one that opened your eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purpose In Life
Some people as they pass me by, live each day and know not why,
Why they deal with the daily strife, or the true meaning of their life.
Their purpose in life is not clear, or why on earth they’re even here.
Many of them accepted the lie, that you go nowhere when you die.
To then everyday is the same, only each day has a different name.
And the weeks, they don’t change, a different week is still the same.
As their weeks turn into months, they question life’s true relevance.
And as the months turn into years, the end of this life slowly nears.
There is nothing in their past, or nothing ahead they think will last.
If any of this seems to describe, any feelings that you have inside,
You can instead fill your life, with a purpose that is found in Christ.
He will enter your life my friend, and give you direction and an end.
This end is only found in Christ, for this end in Him is Eternal Life.
The direction that your life will take, fills the void, make no mistake.
Friend, even if your life is amiss, Christ will give it Eternal Purpose.
Make Christ your Lord and Savior, and He’ll give you a new nature.
You’ll have no more empty days, as Christ fills the void with praise.
Friend you’ll have no Misgivings, as life in Christ is life worth living.
For when you are Heaven bound, a new joy on this earth is found.
And far from that eternal abyss, in the end you enter Eternal Bliss.
It Will Still Make Sense
You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.
There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with sweetened...
And/or spiced lies.
You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not condensed...
From the meat of the purpose.
And left as intended.
It will feed and tease curiosities.
To please a seeking of depth....
Once the foolishness has left!
Go ahead,
Read it as it is...
For the rest of your life.
Let it dust,
And its pages curl.
Put it on a bookshelf...
Or leave it by itself.
To be discovered by someone else.
To treat one's mind to intoxicate,
Much like a fine wine over time!
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And not be condensed...
From a purpose that is intended.
There is no pretense to delude sentiments.
Or to mask evidence...
Of a truth that defies,
Embellishments used...
To boost the attraction to seduce,
A deception produced with lies.
It will still make sense.
If it connects to a meaning meant.
And for you reviewed,
Like a treasured document.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life On Mercury
If it had not once existed,
Could something without a history...
Become dependent permanently,
To fix and stick as if cement.
If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!
Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?
Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?
If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!
Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?
Everyday something new is claimed and named.
Everyday something new created,
Comes and remains.
And everyday we find something new to entertain.
If it had not once existed,
Could something without a history...
Become dependent permanently,
To fix and stick as if cement.
Anything is possible,
If it's craved as a sentiment.
Anything is possible,
If it's wanted bad enough to begin.
If it had not once existed,
Could respect and discipline...
Find their way into our minds,
And stayed forever as if meant!
Anything is possible,
Like life on Mercury.
A planet no one mentions.
But who knows what there breathes?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Delivery Of An Accepted Life To Live
Those finding themselves annoyed?
Choose to be.
Those with heachaches.
And other aches and pains?
Wouldn't know what they would do,
Without them.
Those complaining on a daily basis?
Have been given too much attention.
And those in the business of others?
Have none of their own.
Leaving those entertained by gossip...
With nothing else to do but that in their lives.
There is just too much varieity.
Too much abundance.
Too much that is available...
For anyone to sit an expect,
A delivery of an accepted life to live!
And...
Confinement is only found defined,
In one's own mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Erase The Ease Of Excuse Making
There has to be somewhere,
More than one 'someone'...
With shoulders broad and bold enough,
To carry the weight of another...
Who is fit and healing,
From a spinelessness.
And has begun to strengthen,
From weaknesses digested.
There has to be someone somewhere,
Who has confessed despair.
And today stands aware,
That an acceptance of life...
Means to conquer over fear and strife.
And is there to provide comfort,
To others without complaining of obstacles faced...
On a daily basis.
And has begun to erase the ease of excuse making
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guess What's On My Mind Today?
You want to be understood.
And I get that.
But to locate where you might be hiding,
On a daily basis which has become too often.
To discover you want to play, again...
'Guess What's On My Mind Today? '
Is not worth it to me wanting to know anymore.
Especially if I am not myself playing...
'Forget Anyone Who Hasn't Found Themselves.'
And to stay there until I am identified,
By someone who has met and experienced honesty.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Has Been Proven
'ALWAYS' becomes unnecessary to proclaim,
When it has been proven...
One's love for another has sustained,
The surmounting of tremendous opposition.
With obstacles troubling to undo,
On a daily basis that pursues.
When love has conquered with a going through this,
'ALWAYS' then becomes forever...
With a 'never' ever to cross one's mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is In The Knowing
The getting what I want,
Doesn't get any easier.
I face obstacles on a daily basis,
Hoping to chase my wanting away.
And those obstacles presented,
Only test the strength of my patience.
However...
The knowing what I want,
Has always been for me quite easy.
And even today...
The taste of what I want,
Stays.
It is in the knowing,
That keeps me hungry...
And motivates my focus.
Not the wanting!
The wanting I've always known,
With desire to get from a doing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days Whittled Away
Small becomes big, while huge is little, this as we mentally whittle,
Sorting many things in our mind, looking forward and also behind;
Pondering things, near and far, not content with things as they are,
Thinking beyond the here and now, we can slide into why and how.
Looking beyond all that we can see, thinking about what could be,
With our mind, overriding our heart, our flesh begins doing its part,
As temptations comes into play, trying to direct these feet of clay,
To stray from God’s said purpose, all provided by The Lord Jesus.
Some things in life may seem small, but, perception is not over all,
As personal wants cloud the view, of this life given to me and you;
While in our minds we may scheme; what we usually call our dream,
Almost appearing to be discontent, with the purpose, we were sent.
We then proceed, to whittle away, at that purpose, from day to day,
When we start wrestling in our mind, with daily issues of every kind,
As our eyes are taken off The Lord, His purpose, for us, is ignored.
Clouding, all that matters, in this life, as we stray from Jesus Christ.
But, God’s purpose doesn’t change, for our Lord remains the same,
Working through the life of everyone, who’s been called by His Son,
And so daily our focus needs to be, on Christ and things of Eternity,
As we live here, one day at a time, through a power which is sublime.
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Congestive Traffic
Those who walk on what appears,
For them a lonely road...
May have chosen to do so.
Since the air is crisp.
And the mind is clear.
Choosing happiness over confusion,
Eliminates the need...
For one to fight for a place,
In polluted congestive traffic.
Where others have accepted beliefs,
This way of life is meant for them to live.
With a daily honking their way through,
A series of clogged arteries to die for.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thats What It Takes
And now it begins to shine
And you found the eyes to see
Each little drop at dawn of evry day
Your smile, it comes back to me
And whatever you may say
Dont let it stop, never fade away
As we got to get out in this world together, oh
Doesnt really matter if we start to make some changes, oh
If thats what it takes (thats what it takes)
Then Ive got to be strong (thats what it takes)
Dont want to be wrong
If thats what it takes
The closer I get (thats what it takes)
Into that open door (what it takes)
Ive got to be sure
If thats what it takes
And now that its shining through
And you can see all this world
Dont let it stop, never fade away
If we got to be in this life forever, oh-oh
Then wed better be taking all the chances, oh oh
If thats what it takes (thats what it takes)
Then Ive got to be strong (thats what it takes)
Dont want to be wrong
If thats what it takes
The closer I get (thats what it takes)
Into that open door (what it takes)
Ive got to be sure
If thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, thats what it takes
(thats) what it takes, thats what it takes
Thats what it takes, (thats) what it takes
Thats what it takes, oh, thats what it takes
(repeat and fade:)
Oh, thats what it takes
song performed by by George Harrison
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