Gifts to Deliver You From Inner Conflict
You can not undo misfortunes done.
However...
You can ease the affects of them,
By not having them revisit in your mind.
Or share with others,
A wish to spread your darkness.
Not having that which had been in your possession...
May be a needed lesson learned.
And you refuse the method taught,
By this teaching done you did not seek.
And the diminished options,
Now out of materialism sought...
And easily once reached!
Eventually you will begin to see them,
As gifts to deliver you from inner conflict...
Sitting with you to torture!
When you loosen your grip.
Accepting the reality that now exists.
If you choose to grow and bloom!
To fulfill a happiness sought,
Without boundaries brought.
Or limitations...
You envisioned,
And once 'assumed' are requirements...
To nourish and feed an unending need,
To keep you wealthy in such gloom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose To Fly
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expatriated! With a Wish to Ease Into This Leisurely
Expatriated!
From continued thoughts of conflicting loyalties.
Feeling a need to escape from trivia.
And unchanged steadfast philosophies.
Fixed in frozen mindsets.
To fizzle correctness and burn sensibiliities.
Paraded by those who refuse to 'see' reality!
Or make attempts to move in that direction.
There is a growing need within me to release,
From nonstop debates that take place to feed...
On those who sacrifice to push forward from devisiveness.
With a discipline to keep my vision on that which pleases me!
A life to live...
Acknowledging my happiness.
With a wish to ease into it leisurely.
I believe in a deserved peace one recognizes and keeps.
Free from turmoil that brews,
As if this is what one should harvest...
With expectations for gloom to reap.
My deeds planted were for joy to bloom.
Not to excite to see weeds grow!
Nor to give them room in my mind to breed.
No!
I've learned to discriminate,
Between self inflicted ignorance...
And participating in repeated stupidity.
Lessons at first learned with difficulty.
But learned I did!
With an acceptance of isolating maturity.
A life to live acknowledging my happiness.
With a wish to ease into it leisurely...
Is as basic as I desire to get.
With no convincing what it is that pleases me.
Expatriated!
With a wish to ease into this leisurely.
That's it.
Requiring no BA, MA, BS or PhD degree!
This is the peace I seek for me.
And free of declaration...
Of who it is I 'should' or 'should not' be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Words To Express, Define Or Explain
Smothered under thick layers of lies!
Suppressed by deceptions,
That keeps them self obsessed...
To excuse with alibis.
And no longer accepting the affects of self examination.
With cleared and open wider eyes.
They are first taught to assume positions,
Of being the center of the Universe.
Although from where they sit on Earth,
No one knows where up or down is.
Or if they are witnessing the left or right of it.
They learn to judge,
From lessons learned from birth first...
That whatever else exists,
From delusions quick to depict themselves...
Flawless.
There is a need to believe this ridiculousness,
Regardless of reality...
They wish with attempts to reverse.
And to curse those who are conscious...
With broadening observations,
Sought to seek and within them thirst.
With restricting limits,
Many self righteous think of others immediately...
By values and standards crumbling beneath their feet.
But yet refuse to see their own self imposing defeat,
From a medicating on maintaining minds addicted to fantasies.
And denying the existence of truth,
There to reduce their increasing agonies enforced and produced.
No matter how overwhelming the evidence,
Of a need for them to awaken from a maddening ignorance.
They've become too addicted to free and release to leave behind.
And unfortunate for them are these times we live,
That are completely out of their control...
Unfolding!
For all to behold with nothing left to be said,
With words to express, define or explain.
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Do You Feel Anything Loose?
You relied on intuition,
Which through perception...
You sought out to teach,
One you believed with ego...
A lesson.
And after doing so...
The one perceived with ego,
Had lessons to teach as well.
Inspired by those,
With similar quests to prove.
And the one lesson,
That has to remain on your mind...
As constant as your knack to judge a book,
By the appearance of its cover.
And...
The one lesson learned you recently was taught!
I can tell this by your lack of motivation to talk.
Someone you thought shallow...
Proved to you to be deep under the surface.
~Never assume you can feed yourself on perceptions.
You will die from starvation.~
You must enjoy knocking your head up against walls?
Do you feel anything loose?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Role Play Dreams
We've been fogged by ambiguity.
And role play dreams.
It,
Had been never my wish...
To leave you.
Maybe to lead and guide.
As if to mentor.
It,
Was something done,
We both needed.
That's what I,
In my selfishness believed.
Perhaps it was me,
Who sought compassion.
On a schedule.
And you...
Sought that too!
Too much.
As if to greed.
You were someone I could easily love.
Endlessly.
And maybe you felt squeezed.
Or sought you thought to please...
A constant feeding of my needs.
And fresh air was not there enough...
For you to freely breathe.
Perhaps it was me,
Who sought compassion.
On a schedule.
And you...
Sought that too!
Too much.
As if to greed.
But you received little of that from me.
And too late it is for me to see.
We've been fogged by ambiguity.
And role play dreams.
It,
Had been never my wish...
To leave you.
Maybe to lead and guide.
As if to mentor.
It,
Was something done,
We both needed.
That's what I,
In my selfishness believed.
And it that could have been,
Has diminished.
With me,
Selfishly...
Thinking of myself as the center,
Ending your dreams with me...
Foolishly finishing to end it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crippled Without Insight
You may have made attempts to ruin my life...
But in the interim,
You have not escape the affects of my pain.
You may have placed an unconscious judgement.
That rubs against you,
With aches and stains.
Why you have selected me to be your pet to pick...
With unwise decisions that affects your life,
Wrap in a mental illness...
That physically makes you sick.
Is beyond my comprehension.
And in the interim,
I have adjusted to witness your wickedness!
I tried to get through to you before your activities began!
But you wouldn't hear it.
And undercover you decided to take an ignorant stand!
I am not guided by your slide into darkness!
I wanted to share a happiness I found in 'light'.
But the brightness of it...
You believed had been artificially lit!
And now you remain,
Crippled without insight...
By your own limitations gained,
Through a maintained and deceptive wit.
With your own misdeeds stinging and burning.
Inside of your confining mind day and night,
With a dimming of a life...
You thought would reward,
After an appetite fed on spite.
Beating you into submission,
In a prolonging unwanted visit!
Occupying your peace,
With an unkindness now you find disliked.
I am not guided by your slide into darkness!
I wanted to share a happiness I found in 'light'.
But the brightness of it...
You believed had been artificially lit!
And now you remain,
Crippled without insight...
By your own limitations gained that grip,
To choke your offspring conceived.
And their siblings in self destructive fits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Charmed Into It
If there is 'anything' I've learned,
As I continue to live my life...
With widened eyes and healed knees.
And...
With ears alerted like a bat radared for life.
Never will I allow myself,
Consciously...
To revisit an experience that has taught me a lesson.
Nor will I be charmed into it!
Michael Jackson took a few steps backward,
And called that 'moonwalking'.
When I did it,
I called it regret!
I discovered a repetition of that,
Cause me much sorrow!
Never will I allow myself,
Consciously...
To revisit an experience that has taught me a lesson.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But Then In The Doing
You will,
Choose to listen.
You may,
Sometimes refuse.
But then in the doing...
No one else you can accuse,
For your own abuse.
You will,
Choose to run.
With a hiding done.
But then in the doing...
It will be in your darkness,
You will seek light to overcome!
Only you can undo what has to you been done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Means To Bloom
There are those who were born,
Knowing intuitively who they are.
With an attraction they could not avoid.
And eventually it became...
A life and not a decision.
And they sought to grow.
And they sought to bloom...
With a seeking to be critiqued!
And others live a life undecisive,
With the hopes that someone...
Comes and notices what it is done they do,
To encourage them with motivation...
That is accepted as constructive criticsm.
Allowing a process that becomes disciplined...
And less argumentative.
Like many who never discover what it means to bloom.
'I do what I do.
I don't need to improve.'
~Good luck.
I hope your feathers don't get too ruffled.
Or the few that are left don't get plucked.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pricelessness of It
I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
But you didn't see it.
Your ego sought attention,
To be pleased by those...
Who chose you for their affairs.
So much of what you wanted,
Was there for me to give.
But you were looking for imitations.
Something not to build or create.
Something already there...
With a temporary pleasing,
To feed with impression.
And pretentions to spare.
I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
For just you and me,
To succeed anywhere.
But you had no respect for that.
What I brought to give you could not see.
And now that I've exposed what you could not believe,
You assess what you've obtained...
As a value diminished.
In times you seek something treasured to keep.
But that which is purchased for eyes to impress,
Often rusts to turn to dust...
After much rubbing and touching.
To amplify one's unhappiness,
With a yearning in endless searching.
To change ever so much.
I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
But the pricelessness of it,
Could not sit or fit...
Within your limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Came To Deliver Your Dreams
I came to you.
Believing I was needed.
Believing I assisted,
With the sharing of your happiness.
I came to you.
But from your point of view,
I was in need of charity.
And you sacrificed your donations to please.
Either way,
We spent little time communicating our minds.
With more of it invested in foolish misunderstandings.
Without accepting the giving intended,
In the sharing of blessed gifts to offer.
And the basic caring to fulfill our needs.
Either way,
We allowed appearances to get in our way.
And on the day we met,
I was not thinking of being impressive.
I came to deliver your dreams.
With not a thought premeditated,
For profound commentary.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Isn't What It Should Be
When a tree begins to grow...
Is it nurtured to seek approval?
Does it do it to get that from other trees?
Or does it just grow to be what it is?
To grow to be what it is freely,
With only God to please.
And if it isn't what it should be...
What and who is there to correct it?
What recommends or suggests to it what it must do...
To become what it is and comfort it too?
And if it isn't growing in faith...
Does God choose to get moody,
And brood?
Observing this with attitude?
Insisting Mother Nature refuse it,
Any assistence on a 'menu'...
Kept constantly reviewed.
When a tree begins to grow...
And decides not to produce branches.
Or allow a leaf or pine needles to bloom...
What affect would that have on other trees observing?
Will they begin to feel,
Maybe that tree is not deserving?
Will they make attempts to move away from it?
Or will they just let it sit...
Doing nothing to fulfill its purpose?
As the sky beckons,
To give it space and room.
Will the other trees observing this...
Watch another tree rot,
To not exist?
How long will a forest of trees,
Put up with it?
And what about the purpose that tree has here on Earth?
Who and what becomes affected...
When that tree does not fulfill its worth from birth?
A connection becomes neglected.
And the affects from that can be expected to reflect.
Somewhere in time to be ultimately discovered.
Uncovering what has been revealed,
To stir up some kind of backlash in protest.
However...
Shouldn't something about this process...
Make 'something' upset,
And furious about the lack of respect shown?
Or,
Does it condone it like us humans do?
By just looking away...
Only to complain about the shame of it all.
Or...
Does it one day become furious?
Like Mother Nature is showing now...
By unleashing Her attention grabbing disgust,
Unexpectedly disrupting as She fusses...
With all of us!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain With An Anguish
A pain with an anguish,
Comes to be delivered...
And no matter what the language.
A pain with an anguish,
To be extinguished...
Comes!
Choices given to make decisions,
Have been thoroughly observed.
And...
Witnessed to conflict with wishes,
To have a peace on Earth.
As this Earth was created to serve.
But...
Many believed their greeding,
Was just for them this creation made.
And with an isolating themselves away,
Few have realized their mistakes.
People talk about entitlements.
With a choice to choose their own interests.
But their own interests just don't sit well...
With THAT passing judgements from a greater realm.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
No one living doing things to others...
Can hide what they've done and run.
A pain and anguish,
Comes to those evils done.
Oh yes a...
Pain with an anguish,
Comes to undo what those demons done.
Producing as a reason to sell.
Pain with an anguish,
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
A pain with an anguish...
Produced as a reason to sell.
Will soon...
Have no market or a need,
As minds begin to heal from a hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To deliver your mind from a living hell.
Pray!
To...
Deliver your mind from a living hell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Beginning...To The End
From the beginning...
We all feed on those perceptions fed.
To feel an acceptance...
Of a normality taught,
That is compared.
And when those comparisons begin to conflict,
Some with nagging curiosities begin to investigate...
The validity of those perceptions that restrict.
Some settle for those teachings taught to them.
While others elect to peer over fences...
To view the doings of their neighbors.
And begin to confide in the opinions,
Of those who become trusted and loyal friends
It seems beyond the boundaries of families,
Or those we accept before adventuring...
Outside of those limits set.
An expansion of our minds happens.
And this broadens with a widened consciousness.
Only to offend those with beliefs they wish kept protected.
To keep closed in and unbending they defend....
To the end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poignant Consequence Of A Love, Ignored
You said that you love me, yet you do not know me;
You said that you love me-so, why do you not show me?
I wonder what your thoughts tell you now when no one is there! ?
Perhaps you may wonder why it is that I even care,
After you so unceremoniously discarded me with nary a second thought.
Perhaps you are ignorant now of all the dreams you sought
So long, and shared with me-it is not like you to give up;
I know who I am, and I know that I most certainly live up
To the man you need, it is you that shutters with fear
Of ghosts that haunt you-though, the reasons are not clear.
'What if...? ' should never be more important than what is,
And fear should never lead your actions, but is.
You show so much bravery and conviction in all you do,
But somehow only unto thine own self you have not remained true:
You do not fashion your want and needs, they fashion you.
You cannot simply ignore them, not when you possess this passion, to
Become who you know you can be-we are not 'unreal';
You cannot have this ardor and simply choose to unfeel
It-it defines who you are in so many ways.
Whether I am in your life, there are sure to be many days
Where these thoughts linger with you, and you begin to doubt
The wisdom of the decision to first seek your love, then cast it out-
As though the risks are not far outweighed by the rewards.
Alas, you now run away from the love that once ran towards:
Out of a sense duty to an ignorance that is assumed,
You now pretend, that a love that once consumed
You, does not exist and your life is not prime
For the glory of this fervor, sublime.
Instead, you pretend as though, your happiness does not matter;
You have allowed the reality you know exists, to scatter
From the realm of plausibility, to that of a love, lost.
Have you ever stopped to consider the cost
Of continued subjugation of you own hopes and dreams! ?
A heart withers if kept from that which it esteems
More than all else-a haven for both its guard and sustenance.
This is the reality of your loss-its poignant consequence!
-Maurice Harris,31 May 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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Losing My Grip
Loosing My Grip
Hoobastank
(The Scorpion King)
All the questions
I went through
I never told myself the truth
I turned my back
On you and me
'Cause I was scared to see
That we weren't
Who we used to be
So now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
Feeling emptiness inside
A part of me already died
But I pretended to go on
Like everything's ok
And all we built began to fall
As I began to lose it all
Shut my eyes
And set me free
'Cause I was scared to see
That we weren't
Who we used to be
So now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
You're all that
I ever wanted
You're everything
That I need
But now it's finally over
Time for goodbyes
I needed so now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
From Alex ([email protected])
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Observed With Comprehension
With failure wished upon others,
Comes failure granted for all.
To support the success for one,
All doing it will witness the benefits.
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
But those proceeding with their own needs wished,
Forget one tree has many branches...
And if many leaves begin to fall from it,
Those believing they will not be affected...
Will find they too have no tree to cling to.
As the tree will remind what is left behind,
Is that which nourishes all to benefit.
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
One slice of pie,
Can not be tasted...
If the oneness of it is not baked.
And many will never come to see,
How the greeding to feed only their needs connect...
To affect and flourish their own nourishment expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happiness defined.
Happiness is the feeling good,
A state where worry is absent.
Happiness is much sought after.
Happiness is the life's purpose.
To feed the senses gives happiness.
To feed ego gives happiness.
To spend libido gives happiness.
To feel safe also is happiness.
Let them come without prejudice
To the interest of others.
Discard such happiness that fails
In the conscience clearance.
Happiness that would accrue from
Showing mercy, giving pardon
And doing voluntary helps
Is higher as comes from goodwill.
23.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Unlocking Of A Closed Door
Where does one go,
To seek with a teaching those lessons unknown?
And find that one who is secure enough,
Without fearing what is taught...
May leave behind that one who has brought,
Another to discover what the other had not thought...
From one known to be a student,
But who has shown a growth that was sought?
Where does one go,
To be encouraged to soar...
By one who had encouraged an opening of a door.
Where does one go,
To know someone else is willing to assist.
With an unlocking of a closed door both can explore,
And an obtaining of a knowledge...
Awaits and sits beyond it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hetuaght me a lesson
He said he was going to
teach me a lesson.
I needed to no some things.
The lesson was rape.
But he said it was a game.
He said I had to learn sometime.
When he'd finished.
He smiled and said.
This happens to
Stupid little girls
All the time.
I was only teaching you a lesson.
If it was a lesson to learn
It was one well tuaght.
Be weary of who you trust.
For you never can
Read people like a book.
If you could
The world would be safe.
It was a lesson hard learned.
One that still remains today.
Its a lesson that effects me still.
I only wish I could
Of turned and run.
Only when your young
Like that you dont
Really understand.
If I did
I would of ran.
A thousand miles a way.
Out of reach.
And out of harms way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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