Few Have Seen Those Bruises
Few have seen those bruises on my knees.
Or heard me pleading in the wilderness weeping,
With kept faithful prayers...
To heal my concealed wounds.
As I laid in a weakened state,
Awaiting for the Sun to pierce the darkness.
And for anyone to believe,
A pettiness they wish to leave on my path...
Is going to be worthy of my giving it and them attention,
Have no idea of the obstacles I have had to face...
To overcome to continue on my journey.
And I am not about to stop to explain anything I do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In It I Trust
I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
I have been treated as if I did not exist.
By those I loved devotedly.
And laid to share a nakedness with.
Names I have been called,
Some of which were within listening distance.
As if I had been born,
Without feelings felt to experience.
I have had lows.
To make anyone's bottom,
Appear to be 'up' for me.
But...
Such faith I have and in it I trust.
I have felt pain.
But there was nothing to gain,
By a prolonged weeping to achieve.
I have learned many times to get up off my knees.
And to step over obstacles left to leave behind.
With a looking forward I do as I keep this belief...
My best to give is only for those knowing,
In the giving of it that is shared...
There is a mutual deserving of it to cherish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rhythm Of The Saints
If I have weaknesses
Dont let them blind me
Or camouflage all I am wary of
I could be sailing in seizures of laughter
Or crawling out from under the heel of love
Do my prayers remain unanswered
Like a beggar at your sleeve
Olodumare is smiling in heaven
Smiling in heaven I do believe
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To glide away from the razor or a knife
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To dominate the impossible in your life
Always a stranger when strange isnt fashionable
And fashion is rich people waving at the door
Or its a dealer in drugs or in passion
Lies of a nature weve heard before
Do my prayers remain unanswered
Like a beggar at your sleeve
Balalu-aye spins on his crutches
Says leave if you want
If you want to leave
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
A reach in the darkness
Reach in the dark
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To glide away from the razor or a knife
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To dominate the impossible in your life
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
To overcome an obstacle or an enemy
To dominate the impossible in your life
Reach in the darkness
A reach in the dark
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Faith I Don't Question
How can I 'see' some things and you don't?
That's a good question.
One I can not explain.
When I see a clear path,
I walk on it.
There may be some obstacles.
I face them and move on.
You,
I hear rustling through the brush,
Cussing at the leaves falling from trees.
And criticizing the insects,
And other animals in their natural habitat.
I hear you struggling over aches and pains.
You inflicted them.
On that route you insist you must maintain.
When I see a clear path,
I walk on it.
There may be some obstacles.
I face them and move on.
How can I 'see' some things and you don't?
That's a good question.
One I can not explain.
I make sure the path I'm on,
Has some direction.
And I stay on it with faith,
I don't question.
I just 'do' and let God be my guide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Words Can Wound
Wounds of the flesh and of skin do occur;
Bruises and lacerations can recur;
By intervention or on own, they heal;
Wounds of the human heart are tough to deal.
But wounds that words may produce in one’s mind,
Cannot heal early, we always do find;
The boneless tongue is the reason behind;
Good or bad words costs alike and they bind.
’Tis wise always avoiding the bad word,
That can wound much more than the sharpest sword,
To cause non-healing wounds in any man;
Trouble among nations and men, they fan.
So, hesitate to use the wounding word,
To use the soothing word, men can afford.
poem by John Celes
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Journey Towards Light
Walking on the road, I realized something amiss
On turning my back I saw my shadow had disappeared
Leaving me all alone in my journey towards light;
I searched for my companion everywhere
But to my grief he got lost somewhere in darkness
Leaving me all alone in my journey towards light
I don’t know how to pursue my journey without him?
Scared enough to take a step ahead
But determined to achieve my goal I began to walk
Not caring for obstacles and darkness in my path.
After reaching at the end of dark tunnel
I saw a ray of light
My happiness knew no bounds
But there came a voice from somewhere
And it was of my companion shadow
He told me, “My friend your journey in light has just begun
Keep following your path towards wisdom and you shall
Achieve your goal”.
Indeed he was right.
My journey towards light has just begun and
It’s a Long way before I reach my destination.
Before You Were Killed
Stop!
Why after your struggles,
To come to the light...
You seemed so urgent,
To travel back into the darkness?
What was there,
In that kind of sorrow that attracted?
Did you miss your anguish?
Did you feel
From that I held you back?
Stop!
Why after healing from wounds,
Did you wish to inflict more pain?
Help me understand this...now!
What was there for you to gain?
What in this life troubled you like that?
I want to understand...now!
But you rejected my helping hand!
You seemed determined,
To make that stand.
Stop!
Don't leave.
I continue in my mind to plead!
Don't go this way.
I continue to say.
You have ripped me into pieces.
Why did you wish my heart to crumble?
Did I deserve this mistreatment?
Did I deserve your selfishness released?
I did not try to block your desire to go.
But you tore me apart...
And wherever you may be,
'That' I want you to know!
Stop!
STOP!
If only time had stood still...
Before you were killed,
To hear me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ode to the Man I Sometimes Call Dad
I lie awake at night
And converse with the darkness.
We discuss many things,
The blackness and I.
We had an interesting conversation
The other night.
I have been wondering lately
What it would be like
To be someone other than me.
If I were more like her,
Would you still Hate me?
If I weren't like me,
Would you realize that you produced two?
Could you know that we are equal,
Although not the same?
Could you be that open-minded?
Doubtful.
Is it possible for you to see me
As the woman I've become,
Rather than the girl
You once knew?
I've overcome many obstacles,
Climbed many mountains,
Achieved many dreams;
But still you refuse to respect me.
You tell me that I'm worthless,
That I won't amount to much.
You call me a loser
I Cannot take it any longer!
I will fight back this time.
But am I Strong enough
To fight that which makes me weak?
No.
I will continue to let you belittle me
And treat me like a fool,
Like I am merely a stepping stone
On your path of destruction.
You tell me to respect you
But how can I respect a man
Who doesn't respect himself?
I can't honor and obey you
Like a true DAD should be treated.
Because in these past seventeen years,
You have never been a 'Dad' to me.
You are only my guardian, my provider -
Not my Dad.
You've provided me with the basics,
What I need now is for you to help me;
Love, Laugh, be Free,
Live every moment to the Fullest.
Until you can fulfil that need,
I will let the darkness
Heal my wounded soul,
Because you never learned how.
poem by Jessica Roberts
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Fix Your Own Wreckage
You fix your own wreckage.
I have lost all patience to assist.
When I determined I would face obstacles,
Alone on my path is how I did it.
Even those who knew my struggles,
Did not trouble themselves to be curious.
Nor when they witnessed my crawling on knees,
To me not one expressed concern or interest.
You fix your own wreckage.
I have lost all patience to assist.
When I determined I would face obstacles,
Alone on my path is how I did it.
Call me selfish!
Call me whatever you please.
But nowhere around were you...
When a healing began with a kept faith within me.
You fix your own wreckage.
And make 'that' your opportunity,
To appreciate your life...
With a making of less excuses done so easily.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Harassments Have Given Me Strength
You can call me anything you like.
But guess who is responsible,
For the removal of my obstacles?
And guess who has known that...
Long before you came along,
To voice opinions to set traps upon my path.
And guess who listens...
As I continue on my way?
I'll leave you with that thought.
Since my yearning,
Does not depend upon your response.
You can call me anything you like.
You do not cast any light on my journey!
I have been well prepared to endure hecklers.
And harassments have given me strength.
So there is something you provide that enlightens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soildier Of My Heart
When ever l m so low
they is only one soilder
of my heart whom is always
there for me, that is my mother
truly you are my soldier of my heart...
Without you l m hopeless
you smile, poolishes my heart
and the love which you have for
us which is like
she is like my favouite book
of poetry maya angelou and madison parnell, like my source
of relief..her love washes all the
pain and sorrow in my heart..
Through the dark times and good
times you are always on my side
when ever l need you, you are
a special gift which is fragile
a gift which More worthy than
my Grand slam tittles, you are the soilder of my heart....
You are the only doctor
who can heal my wounds inside my heart, with your love and support.turn back mommy
and look at the foot prints
and how far we have come from
in this journey.
In 1994 tragedy, the tragedy
that almost claimed my life
but through the mercy of the
Almighty l made it, you were
there for me......a moment where
tragedy that was turned into
trumph, you are the best gift l
ever had which God bestowed me.
My soldier of my heart.
God bless my mother
the soilder of my heart
continue to bestow her many more rains to witness, the growth
and harvest&off spring of the
special seed you bestowed her.
The only soilder of my heart
who can stand for me during the
dark times and sorrow, a soldier
who gives me hope in this journey
without you l m nothing, l m hopeless, they is no worse death than the end of hope
Through darkness moments
in the journey, they is always a soilder who brings light in my
heart giving me solace..with out
you l m like a ship without a compass..
You always there for us to
make ends meet and to see us
happy! ! Oh lord here my cry God
bless my Mother, the only soldier
of my hear
poem by Donald Kuutsi
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Poem about Poetry - Earth Day Poem
alas so many animals
have been butchered to extinction
now we are even bullying poor mother earth
chopping every generous hands it
has extended to us to help us walk
through the perils of creation
its heart is melting away in
sorrowful contemplation of
what the future might hold for
us the earthlings
the unfilial ones who
think they could lengthen their
own life at the expense of
their own mother
now it is silently weeping warm
tears sending the shiver down
everybody's spine
it has caught a fever and soon
it will spread all around
i heard the shouts
'heal the earth, heal the earth'
all night long
'heal the earth, heal the
earth before it is too late'
reverberates through every
town and city
that one cannot sleep
well without giving friend
earth second thought
let's hold earth's green hands
hold them near to the heart
so that it will stop crying and
stop shedding warm tears
so that the air will freshen
with new hope for the millenium
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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No Designation Do I Wish To Achieve
There is no designation,
Do I wish to achieve...
Upon arriving at my destination.
I compete with myself to succeed.
No awards am I seeking to uplift with a gloating.
There have been too many obstacles,
I had to fight with the gritting of my teeth.
And an ignoring of my own fears,
Aided by those who wanted to see me defeated...
With hopes to block every step I made,
To test the depth of my faith!
Only to deepen the depth of it,
With an awakening I could not fake...
Has long had my eyes wide open.
And the carrying of doubt whispering in my ears,
On a daily basis...
As I proceeded on a path cleared by my ambitions,
Rode on my back attached like a weave.
Unknowing my motivation.
Not designations or intuitions to provide incentive.
For whatever the reason,
I am not impressed by those sensations.
No! None of that!
And if any of this could be explained,
I'd be the first to do it.
To detail a strategy I kept secret to amuse.
I am not in self abuse to reveal wounds and bruises.
Nah!
I have had too many to come uninvited.
However...
It was initiative, discipline and sacrificing comforts,
That were the only tools I used.
Not amusement.
Especially when a coming close not to continue,
On my journey...
Had been too often within my reach to cease my need,
To get up on my feet and move to have that accomplished.
And 'if' I am deserving of an award for THAT?
So be it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Gentle Touch of a Doting Mother
Not a figment of one's imagination,
Is a life of another lived.
Nor can one explain a pain endured.
Felt as others take this and theirs,
For granted.
Kept are these wounds to heal,
Alone.
Sometimes heard,
Are those moans and groans to hush.
With a wish for them to be gone.
Not a figment of one's immagination,
Is a life of another lived.
Nor can one explain a pain endured.
Felt as others take this and theirs,
For granted.
Some dismiss a gentle touch of a doting mother.
The ones unfortunate to know what this is.
Some dismiss the hugs given with kisses.
The ones not missing,
The nourishment a providing of this gives.
Kept are these wounds to heal,
Alone.
Sometimes heard,
Are those moans and groans to hush.
With a wish for them to be gone.
And a healing of a pain eventually goes,
Away.
Some dismiss a gentle touch of a doting mother.
The ones unfortunate to know what this is.
And those who are,
Fortunate...
To know and/or remember,
Know memories of 'mama' within them linger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting Seeking Pity
Never will these wounds known that I carry,
Affect you directly.
When I earned my scars you were not involved.
Not to see them inflicted when I enlisted,
Into the military.
Not to hear of my friends being killed and buried.
Or the toil that took on my emotions.
I've already done the numbing of the mind thing.
You were not there,
To see me grieve over the death of my son.
Or the pain I felt blaming myself and everyone,
Regarding how that was done.
Or when both of my marriages ended!
And I was then still quite young.
All you know is what you see.
You have no idea what is inside of me.
Or the devotion I still have for my family.
After years now spent not seeing my mom and dad.
Very close those feelings you will not believe.
Or seeing them die that has left me sad.
Nothing I do has been magically produced.
Even forgiving myself and others,
Has reduced me to tears at times.
When I know of those folks who have sacrificed their lives,
For their beliefs.
As you wallow away in pettiness...
To complain about your issues.
And how from you they wont leave!
While you invite them on a daily basis.
And you say of me for you I show no empathy?
You have no idea how much I care!
I am just not like you.
Sitting seeking pity.
Because my cries for help,
Is all I choose to do!
My knees are not intended,
To be bended and kept knelt!
Never will these wounds known that I carry,
Affect you directly.
I am too aware of those steps I've taken.
I am too aware of what it takes to celebrate life.
And too much aware of a happiness,
I have chosen to separate from what has happened.
Pulled out of despair and dragged away from strife.
I will listen!
But I am not here to compare to share to relive.
Any of your agonies on your sleeve you so willfully give.
I am here to assist your getting over it.
Not to sit with you and feast upon defeat.
I am not that kind of 'friend'.
And those friends you do not need.
So stop rehearsing your tragedies.
Let's take a hike through the park,
And hug a few trees.
Let's express to them our gratitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether You Pay Attention To Me Or Not
Being proud and showing this,
With self respect...
Seems not to be encouraged.
When insolence is all one gets.
With an exhibited effrontery,
Audaciously flagrant and reckless...
The temperity of it,
Embitters one into a concealed silence.
'Professor?
Professor, sir...
IF you are implying we are rude,
Many of us would appreciate it if you say so.
Since we have no idea how upset we should be.
You give us no clue if we should be angry...
And/or to what degree.
Or continue to believe you are insulting us.
I mean...
REALLY insulting our intelligence with your comments.
Either way...
You did get our attention.'
This is 'your' education.
Not mine.
Remember that!
Whether you pay attention to me or not...
I am still going to cash a check!
You all understand what that means,
I'm sure.
Now...
Are you ready to pay attention?
Or waste 'your' time?
All of my educational loans,
Have long been paid.
And 'daddy and mommy' didn't do it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Then Who Had Nothing
Not only were they given the keys and the tools,
With delivered messengers...
Giving them the answers to the prayers,
They...
With absolutely nothing but their biases,
Turned their backs away.
Not one of the messengers drove a Mercedes.
Not one was wearing a tailored silk suit.
Not one of the messengers had been a social butterfly.
And not one had a Doctorate's degree to be declared...
Worthy of giving attention.
So,
The messengers were sent away.
And today,
Those then who had nothing...
Have a lot less!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dysgenics
Think you've got the control?
A string of words I've heard before
Tread the path, walk the line
You let yourself believe the lies
Your whole life is just an empty shell
Abandoned soul, angel from hell
Eyes fixed on you
I see your thoughts pierce the darkness
Words flow from the wounds
Bring to life the lifeless
No image can replace, the dark fall from your grace
Dreams last as long as it takes to remember
They always fade
When all is said and done
You'll see that there's still only one
Pain you caused, hate you filled
There's not much left of you so called will
So now you look, and now you find the truth in a cesspool of lies
Wake up
You're in disorder
Wake up
You've got nothing to give
Eyes fixed on you
I see your thoughts pierce the darkness
Words flow from the wounds
Bring to life the lifeless
No image can replace, the dark fall from your grace
Dreams last as long as it takes to remember
They always fade
song performed by by Quo Vadis
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My Immortal By Evanescence Through Candice
I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
’cause your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone
These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase
I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
But though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along
(thanks, i like the song..it lingers too)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Endless Journey
The journey we make in life is long and hard. This
journey which has its crossroads. . . when we get to them.
we have to decide on which road to take, what path to
make and what's down that road. This journey that we must make has many obstacles,
many detours, many signs. We see the signs, but never
heed its warnings, we see the detours in life, but seem
to stray the other way. Life is rough and so is this journey that we're making.
This journey we make has its trail of tears and its path
of happiness, the two never meeting. When finally, we choose our path, we must follow it to
the end, to the end of its road, which is our destiny in
life. That's when life begins.
poem by Anthony Taimanglo Taitano
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Wings Of Time
My faithful companion, Ive lost my way once again
A prisoner of darkness, I let you down my friend
A heart left abandoned takes so long to heal its wounds
Your touch not forgotten, the end of the dream
It comes too soon, in this lonely room
Till I leave this world, always know that
Chorus:
I will surrender my heart to the sky
Oh our love doesnt end here, it lives forever on the wings of time
The road that I travel, dont know which way I should turn
Till I find the answer, know that the fire within me will always burn
Angel of mercy, please, why so much pain?
I cry for forgiveness, Im the destitute man
Who still remains, its so hard to explain
Till I leave this world, always know that
Chorus
Sometimes I feel just like crying
I cant turn my back, all these years Ive been trying
A vision of you keeps reappearing to me
You cant blame yourself, just reach out your hand and believe
(instrumental break)
We sail in dark waters, lord give me some peace of mind
Temptation before me, ahead lies the tower of truth that I must find
To you I will climb
Till I leave this cruel world far behind, always know that
Chorus repeats 2x
song performed by by Toto
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