History Is Rewritten
A presence felt,
To leave meaningful steps.
And expressing 'that' which is observed!
Some might experience with encouragement.
Some with none...
Although brave enough,
And tough of nerve!
Others are not so quick,
To move forward without someone to assist.
Hiding behind insecurities found.
And protecting themselves with excuses,
Gone unaddressed.
To be left all around!
Paths many walk are with obstacles,
And unpaved.
Often they are criticized...
For what they do.
And what is done rarely goes unscathed.
The pioneer walks alone to adventure and discover.
To return to share with others.
As history is rewritten,
Over time!
To romanticize the specifics of events.
With a change of what has been done.
The absence of facts!
And no mention at all of the heritage.
OR nothing of the person's color.
If 'black' like the Eygptians!
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Defeated Insecurities
Until I can stand on my feet,
And declare I've defeated insecurities
That drove me to crawl on my knees,
In search of myself...
Shall I believe,
Any steps I take from that moment on
Are mine!
And you are no longer an obstacle,
Observed...
Or viewed as blocking my path!
I can then walk knowing,
I can move around you!
And leave you behind without concern,
Of how far I've traveled beyond the distrust
I had of my own ability to move forward,
With faith and satisfaction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It From Us Takes Back
What do I claim?
Nothing.
What do I name,
To label mine that I own?
Nothing.
Why am I here?
To make my presence...
One that is clear,
With my appearance.
To come and go...
With that experience!
To show those observing...
Why I deserve,
With nerve to be served!
If you have witnessed that...
Then we both can say,
All that is meant to be...
We have everything that is,
That belongs to us!
In this moment,
We trust as 'real'.
In an animation...
Providing this sensation felt!
And all that I have to give...
Is yours to be given!
Unless you choose to see this differently,
Then all that I see,
That you claim as yours and choose to be...
Has more of a significance than that?
Even though our paths cross...
Somehow we are on the same track.
And a meaning in my mind...
Yet to be defined as a fact,
To stay as is...
For an eternity that is timeless!
And time with all we say remains,
To keep...
From us takes back!
To erase all steps,
That have been selfishly placed,
To never change or deface.
What do I claim?
Nothing.
What do I name,
To label mine that I own?
Nothing.
Why am I here?
To make my presence...
One that is clear,
With my appearance.
To come and go...
With that experience!
To show those observing...
Why I deserve,
With nerve to be served!
And this...
Whether witnessed or not,
Will not stop me
To glorify
Self indulging gratifications!
'That was well spoken!
Now I will re-read it,
For clues you might have left...
To interpret a meaning,
I can comprehend.'
Sounds good!
And when you find one...
Share it with me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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'!
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To Flourish Encouraged to Nurture on the Same Turf
Experimentations...
Dictating choices of temptations,
Explored, teased and tried...
Are not carried in a mind satisfied,
With re-occurring denials.
They are known.
They have been shown in limitations outgrown.
Run or walk around a block a few times.
The confines within it may be renovated,
And the changes fresh...
With the same steps taken made.
That 'space' still remains the same,
Unchanged!
Revamped temptations...
With updated entrances to dismiss memories.
Follow...
The same mind that allows them,
To keep them safe and from going away!
Introduced by new excuses replace them,
As if the old ones did not exist!
But they are there remembered.
To sit in reminisced places.
Façades are what they are...
And journeys without their presence as reminders,
Are the most difficult to take...
When left behind to embark on unfamiliar ground!
Unchartered frontiers can be found,
If one is willing to give up the notion...
Motivation to move forward,
Requires outside intervention...
To set this in motion.
Leave behind what 'is'.
Leave behind falling tears where they fell!
Without announcements to mention.
Inspite of promises and offers to please...
Quicken a hesitated pace to face real change!
Regrets may come to visit,
But one is not obligated...
To have them stay to produce sorrow,
Season after season...
To flourish encouraged to nurture on the same turf!
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Try It
This news may come as upsetting to you,
But
I have a recommendation,
That should do wonders in advancing...
Your forward movements.
And please
Don't be offended.
That's not my intentions.
It took me a while to discover this.
That's why I share my own experience,
With you.
If you notice...
When you move your left foot,
You are also trying to move your right foot...
At the same time?
Try moving them one at a time.
And I am willing to bet...
You will get to your destination much quicker.
Try it.
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Not Like Any Other Color
This is no joke
This is no egg-yoke
Black is not like any other color
Black has its unique beauty
Its own charm and splendor
It is the color of the reality
It is the absence of the sun
It is the exile of the moon
Black is the last color
That we will see before crossing the border.
Black can be positive
Or negative
Depending on someone’s perception
Interest or observation
Because of ignorance
And lack of experience
Many neophytes unfortunately use that color
As a scapegoat, as a traitor
Who can stab in the groin or in the back
Charcoal is black, coffee is black.
At times, it may not be apparent
Black is beautiful and different
It is the color of the night
It is the absence of light
It is the last color
That we will see before crossing the border
Where no color exists afterwards
Where there are no sounds, no words
No opinions, no aroma and no prejudice
There live absolute serenity and peace.
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Knowing What It Has Taken
Knowing what it has taken,
To make those forward steps made...
Gives me the satisfaction,
Of not having my movements distracted...
By every ache and pain I felt.
To discourage with a listening,
Of those who said...
What it was I should and could not do.
And...
Knowing what it has taken,
To ignore limitations and choose to move...
With my eyes open,
And overlooking all mental and physical...
Obstacles.
Has proven to me,
It is with a doing done with excuses to overcome.
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A Person's Worth Is Invaluable
A person's worth,
Isn't in their ability...
To obtain worldly possessions.
Or in the quality of them.
Can that person nourish others,
With encouragement?
Can that person be a true friend...
When the time for being one,
Shows what kind of skin...
That person 'is'
And exposes from within.
Being able to spend cash,
And make a quick dash on trips...
Or do a name dropping of notables,
Doesn't mean a thing...
If a person is negligent,
To extend heartfelt feelings...
Not too many can express or mention.
A person's worth is invaluable,
When a genuineness appears...
To surface time and again.
And that is proven to be dependable,
Without a doubt or a need to question.
Can that person nourish others,
With encouragement that does not end?
A person's worth will unearth,
Who and what comes first...
Regardless of those impressions made,
Someday that will fade...
Long after established ties with others,
Have remained to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Never Been Here Before Either
I have been where you are.
And to repeatedly return...
To support your steps,
With motivated encouragement...
I don't object to doing!
It's just that...
My own steps need protecting too.
With a giving to it my complete attention.
And...
No one appears there to clear my path.
Or has offered to watch my back.
In fact...
No one has expressed concern at all,
If I might have fears or not.
Or how I feel after stumbling to crawl.
To get back on my feet to walk.
I am not rehearsing my journey.
Or have been given time to practice.
And like you...
I've never been here before either.
And with each step I take I know I am tested.
And like you...
I too have sacrificed to reach.
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Vivid Clarity: These Steps I Take
It is the 'who' in me pursued.
Appearing as I do before you...
Without references!
Either those accepted or dismissed.
And depending on your beliefs...
I was 'somewhere' in the heavens,
And 'asked' for this existence.
Whether or not that is true,
I am going to do my best...
To ensure my presence has been felt.
Suggestions given may come after I ask.
I am not seeking charity,
From those on goodwill missions...
Out to prove they have been chosen,
To condition minds...
With a conformed environment as the agenda.
'Peace my brother!
Have you been introduced to the Lord? '
These steps I have taken,
Were made on scraped knees and bruised feet.
Faith, hope and confidence arrived...
To discover me in doubt.
I ain't there no 'mo!
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
However,
I can tell by your eyes,
This is a fresh discovery?
With a desire to share!
And, I have been there.
I was born to chew, digest and enjoy the scenery!
Not to be caught up and lost in it.
Or bleed dramatically in public.
Without sound of applause.
I use to be shocked...
By the lack of sincere empathy unseen.
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
Someone, somewhere...
Will eventually find themselves exploring life,
Oppose to hoping for clues to magically appear...
Out of thin air.
With vivid clarity,
Are those steps I take!
And I didn't just awaken.
I began chipping away at obstacles,
When it became apparent...
My tears would not dissolve them!
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
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Brokenness
They still wish to find,
A soft exit for their flaws.
With someone or somewhere...
They wish to lay the blame.
As to why they've left their foundations,
In shambles and shame.
Somehow excuses have to be found!
To explain the mess,
They have left all around!
They still wish to define,
Their deeds as just!
With a quality of life squeezed and dried.
From an economy ruined,
And busted from rust.
That have left themselves the ones criticized.
But they try to explain away,
Their absence of knowledge.
Hoping the existence of it...
Slowly drifts and fades.
With no one feeling betrayed!
Even with the credentials of those...
Who profess to have experience.
With some of them with law degrees.
And many who claim to be scholars...
Who teach their skills in college!
But none can use simplistic common sense...
To prevent a brokenness they have created.
Although 'hate' is what they seem to do best!
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Endorsed Remorse
He was not shooting at the people.
He was shooting at the world.
He wasn't shooting in specifics,
It was from a random frustration...
He unleashed to unfurl.
And everytime I hear these excuses,
Made in the defense of these social misfits...
I've come to realize how quick some are,
To apply their comprehension...
For a call for all,
To forgive their embarrassments!
He was not shooting at the people.
He was shooting at the world.
He wasn't shooting in specifics,
It was from a random frustration...
He unleashed to unfurl.
And psychologists are called,
To calm a public fed on decadence.
With attention to examine...
Their lifestyles spent in ignorance,
But no one should pay at their own expense.
And with accepted intelligence,
The media gives them time to explain...
How certain people amongst them live...
Suffer from stress,
That makes them temporarily insane.
He was not shooting at the people.
He was shooting at the world.
He wasn't shooting in specifics,
It was from a random frustration...
He unleashed to unfurl.
And the business of depicting their enemies,
Continues with alerted threats.
Yet no one with this deluded mindset,
Is described as a terrorist.
With a face splashed over the news,
With a demeaning of their ethnic heritage...
Exclaimed to diminish and to disrespect.
But...
He was not shooting at the people.
He was shooting at the world.
He wasn't shooting in specifics,
It was from a random frustration...
He unleashed to unfurl.
And all need to empathize,
In reminded sympathy
With the giving to him...
Our endorsed remorse.
Especially in 'his' hour of need!
'Huh? '
He is not responsbile.
Our lack to befriend him...
Has resulted in his acts.
'And the others? '
What about the others?
They have the look,
We have decided as guilt.
They have that guilty presence...
They and the rest of their ilk.
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.
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How I Want You
Do you want me?
Why?
And most importantly...
How?
'Am I to make quick deliveries?
Donate.
And then leave?
Am I the one you had your eyes on,
All your life?
Or do you regard me as a chocolate bar?
Something you want to nibble and lick.
Finding within your mind a like you delight.
Or perhaps...
Something that doesn't prick your lips...
With venom if it isn't what your thought of it.
And the absence of it is an absence to forget.
Which is it?
Do you want me enough,
To put up with my stuff?
And...
How do you want it?
With tenderness...
Or do you like it rough?
Tough.
Insensitive and mean?
What is it with me you see differently? '
Do you want me?
Why?
And most importantly...
How?
'Well...
If it has not been observed by you,
Yet!
What that is standing up,
Damn near to my chest.
Or,
How I want you.
And the 'why' in my eyes,
Have not made it clear...
They are trying with a struggle,
Not to pounce out from a hiding...
In the crevices of my mind.
Ready to declare this a begging scene.
Then...
You have missed 'your' dream.
However...
PLEASE do not interfere with mine!
As you analyze the How and Why of this...
Already taking too long! '
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Carrying Brand New Shoes In A Box
I am not spending time to find anyone,
To assist in the navigating of my journey.
That has already been established.
And what a waste of time that would be,
If I sought that kind of aid.
If I should stumble and fall,
Who will feel those bruises?
Whose patience would be tested?
Who would feel the pain when the tears come.
And...
Who would have to discover the motivation,
To get up and clear the path of obstacles?
I've stopped having those inner monologues.
Not once had I received advice,
From anyone who wore the same size shoes...
I do.
Well...
There was one person.
However...
Carrying brand new shoes in a box,
Does not validate one's experience...
In the wearing of them through stormy weather.
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Life is perfect
Life is perfect and in order
We make it imperfect and put out of order
You can’t escape from the responsibility
As it may cast doubt on your ability
Life is full of adventure and challenge
You got to rise and ably manage
You may not find the real return
But it may help you in long run
Life may teach you all the lessons
You should not offer excuses with reasons
As weather and atmosphere change with seasons
You must prove very hard and resolute as nice person
You should never look back as it will comprise failure
Look always forward and make it doubly sure
Sorrows and pain should be left behind
Life should be made worthy to find
Leave behind the past with complete surety
You will emerge as strong and mighty
You will assert positively and look for tomorrow
Keep your self braced and allow
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Some Express Their Depictions
An expression of an emotion,
Should come from one's experience.
As a feeling that personal and felt.
And yet...
Some express their depictions,
Of what another may confess...
As an opportunity to leave their own feelings,
Left unaddressed.
While attempting to interpret,
Those feelings felt by someone else.
To prove the limitation,
Of their own communication.
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My Choice Is to Make History
I'm one to adventure life.
Accepting it as a process.
I feel blessed to be granted it to bloom, flourish and grow.
Seeking purpose.
And when that purpose is fulfilled,
It then is time to move on!
Like each season that acknowledges the next.
Never to overstay a visit!
I too have those same wishes.
To remain unchallenged,
I know is not my mission.
And as long as I am blessed with my life,
I will seek the unknown.
To uncover it.
To leave behind for someone to discover I existed.
My choice is to make history.
Not relive it!
At times it can become uncomfortable.
But no learning I've ever achieved,
Came easy.
Or resulted from a path cleared of obstacles.
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Removed From a Kept Priority List
To know thyself is the greatest of all happiness.
With a joy and fulfillment free of tensions to mention.
So much is understood and comprehended then.
And so much can be accomplished when that happens.
It is as if obstacles do not exist.
At least the ones we are familiar with...
Are removed from a kept priority list.
To forget and be left unaddressed.
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Gone To Forget To Leave
There are those who may choose to die.
For whatever reason...
Eyes are wanting to feel,
A realness and not a friction to absorb.
When platters of gold filled deceit,
Offer nothing else to be fed....
With a side order of sincerity seen,
Or felt to mention.
'Gone to forget to leave'
And the feasting of this is encouraged.
Until dishonesty is all that one dreads.
With a wish to numb the head,
From the stirrings that occur from truths.
And although the eating of deceit weakens,
On a daily basis when that addiction eats...
A cry goes unheard.
A sickening overwhelms...
And,
A wish to be released from it increases.
'Gone to forget to leave'
An encouraged emotionally abandoned mind...
Feeds until the peace of eternal rest has come,
Of what is wished.
And with a consciousness,
Desperately wanting transistion now a mission...
But never accepted to come from one so...
Talented and gifted!
But hurting from a place...
No one took the time to touch to get to know,
And so much pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined the stars awaiting.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined...
With the others worthy.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known,
To God...
Has joined,
Eternity!
Goodbye to pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
No more pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone is pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding,
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
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