Holding Onto Reopened Wounds
With judgements made and passed...
With the sands of time,
Produced and watched through an hour glass.
Quickly reminds those who live...
How precious these slipping moments,
We have do not last.
And how important it is...
To appreciate and let live.
Removing to step away...
Any shallowness another gives.
It becomes a priority for those aware,
That a time spent with none to spare,
In bickering conflicts...
Achieves only stagnation.
And one fixed in it,
Goes absolutely nowhere.
Only to receive the breathing of despair,
Done as if good cookies are munched!
And put there as an attempt made by some,
To stay stuck in a gloomy atmosphere...
With backs hunched and limbs to limp.
To keep the slinging of mud in the air.
Holding onto reopened wounds...
As fresh evidence,
Feelings remain hurt.
Excusing the throwing...
Of old collected dirt.
And there to keep the familiarity of it unchanged.
As an aged document to relive,
To dust and revisit.
Without benefit of a mental uplift.
Hoping to demoralize,
Anyone displaying a freedom expressed,
In a deserved happiness one gets.
By the leaving behind,
Any confines one had in lost times!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Come To Go
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
They can be discussed on a daily basis.
Or ignored as they speed away.
These days that we have been given to witness,
Will be better off lived...
Then reminiscing how they were,
And what was done.
Too many will discover themselves lost,
In the things they once did.
And not prepare their minds for what comes,
With maintained faith and not delusions.
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited.
Especially when those changes made,
Aren't here to stay for anyone.
They come to go.
With no empathy shown,
To those who don't grow.
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited...
To live and adjust as they must.
Will discover all their beliefs,
Dusted.
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
A letting go,
Is the best thing to do to experience growth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continuance of a Nonexistence
They spend the hours of each day,
In attempts...
To rejuvenate those times spent,
And gone.
Old songs played from school days,
Keep them reminded...
In a refined stagnation kept.
Fresh.
And unchanged.
Stuck in yesterday.
And not going to give it up...
Anytime soon!
Leaving what has been produced,
To accept tomorrow...
On a fast paced chase for them,
Who seek schedules to keep.
With times speeding ahead.
Without one hint of hesitation.
Regardless of who celebrates...
The continuance of a nonexistence,
Leaping away from many minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time To Fear
Picture me on the edge of sadness
I was too blind to see the truth
My hearts beating fast I'm not alone
but you're not there
Friendly smiles steal a glance
But me I'm furious inside
Can I get out of here now
Everything is falling down on me
And deep inside my mind I know I love you
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my life
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my life
You say I do always wrong
So you must hurt me again
I feel so sorry
but you do not
And you're not here
I question why I left you
Ain't love when under your sway
Will I be safe in here now
Eveything is falling down on me
And deep inside my mind I know I miss you
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear time time
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time is that all I really got to fear
From all these precious moments of my live
Time time time time
Easier To Face Opposition
It is much easier to face opposition alone,
Than to remain in a mental state of stagnation...
Amongst those who have chosen to stay,
Fixed in positions to restrict themselves from growth.
With a blaming of others who attempt to do something,
Much more than quoting scriptures.
And defending their fears while doing absolutely nothing,
To improve their negative outlooks on lives they condone...
That feeds into their own suppression they keep validated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh Those Cookies Made
You hooked me with your looks,
And also cooking, 'bay-bee'.
Your speciality is baking sugar cookies, 'bay-bee'.
And a tasting of your cookies,
Is my favorite crave...
I rush to get to savor.
Because the flavor makes them great...
I've lost my patience to wait.
Oh your cookies made,
Are the best I've ever savored.
Yes your cookies made.
Is a taste that can't get better.
Oh...
Those cookies made,
Are fun to munch in any weather.
Yes,
Those cookies made.
Your cookies made.
Oh...
Oh your cookies made,
Are the best I've ever savored.
Yes your cookies made.
Is a taste that can't get better.
Oh...
Oh those cookies made,
Are fun to munch in any weather.
Yes,
Those cookies made.
Your cookies made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Slow Your Pace
Whatever your endeavors,
May you seek them with happiness.
I hope this is a labor of love invested...
And not just time spent,
For a resumé to document!
To show others what you've accomplished,
Just for accomplishment sake...
Works to satisfy an ego that passes,
Leaving eventually your heart at stake!
And if you are not doing,
Something 'you' are pursuing...
But instead seeking a fortune to obtain!
You will one day discover,
Time has slipped away.
And the passion for collected treasures...
Has faded!
Just like the time you traded that strays!
Whatever your endeavors,
May you seek them with happiness.
I hope this is a labor of love invested...
And not just time spent,
For a resumé to document!
Don't wait to do those things you want!
Because of fears you will have nothing to flaunt!
In your heart is where your true ambitions are.
Don't waste it to delay the glow...
That makes you your own superstar that shows!
Go for it!
And don't slow your pace in doubt!
Make the best of it!
That is what the life you live is all about!
Living it just to please another...
You can do without!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is Too Meaningful
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
It's not always a funfest.
Some seriousness is needed.
And misdeeds confessed put to rest!
Harboring anger and bitterness...
Makes little sense to defend.
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
There are those who sit in a stubbornness.
Unwilling and unbending.
And putting an end to their own progress.
Hoping to find someone to understand their whins.
But no one takes that time to comprehend.
People have their own issues...
And many with no one who they can depend.
It's not always a funfest.
Some seriousness is needed.
And misdeeds confessed put to rest!
Harboring anger and bitterness...
Makes little sense to defend.
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Each moment of it given...
Is as fresh as those last moments passed.
And with or without anyone involved...
It comes as we know it!
And leaves us when it does,
To another place...
No one can now say,
They have been shown!
Life is too meaningful.
Too precious an experience,
To waste or quicken it.
Or to live it in conflicts unsolved,
To sit in misery to share or flaunt to flourish.
For purposes to discourage,
With the smothering of any good intention!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live And Let Live
You been holding back
And I know you're afraid to feel
Some one hurt you long ago
And the wounds just did not heal
You never shed a tear
You had to keep control
So the wounds kept spreading
Until they got down in your soul
Don't you think it's time
Time to forgive
Leave the past behind
Live and let live
Been holding onto anger
Now it's got a hold on you
And bitterness keeps growing
Affecting everything you do
Time to break the chains
You could slip them off today
It's time to make some changes
Before your whole life slips away
Don't you think it's time
Time to forgive
Leave the past behind
Live and let live
Don't you think it's time
Time to forgive
Leave the past behind
Live and let live
Don't you think it's time
Time to forgive
Leave the past behind
Live and let live
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Live & Let Live
You been holding back
And I know youre afraid to feel
Some one hurt you long ago
And the wounds just did not heal
You never shed a tear
You had to keep control
So the wounds kept spreading
Until they got down in your soul
Dont you think its time
Time to forgive
Leave the past behind
Live and let live
Been holding onto anger
Now its got a hold on you
And bitterness keeps growing
Affecting everything you do
Time to break the chains
You could slip them off today
Its time to make some changes
Before your whole life slips away
Dont you think its time
Time to forgive
Leave the past behind
Live and let live
Dont you think its time
Time to forgive
Leave the past behind
Live and let live
Dont you think its time
Time to forgive
Leave the past behind
Live and let live
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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H2O to H2
Theoretically clean fuel
Can be produced from natural water
For example the chemical reactions are
H2O+CO2 = H2+O2+CO
H2O+CO = H2+CO2
There will be a wind sucking machine
With filter to collect CO2
From the atmosphere
Its net output will be
H2, O2 and CO2
Thus the amount of CO2
Will remain unchanged
In the atmosphere
What we can dream we can achieve
Humans are here to win and live
poem by Asif Andalib
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Observation Says It
Those who say,
They've stopped what they've done...
To spend more time with their families.
Need to be heard...
To begin the flowing of deception.
Many have a need to hear themselves,
Dancing through the bushes.
Give me eye contact on this one please!
How important was the family in the first place,
That one has had an option...
Whether to spend that time or not?
Time is made for...
Waste.
Procrastination.
Sleaze and drive by stops,
To silent cravings.
Shop.
And strolls through malls to wish.
When people are full of themselves,
Like this...
They make all kinds of excuses.
And the ones most creative,
Come from those knee deep in ego!
That's the way 'observation' says it goes.
After years of having other priorities,
No one is going to use guilt of doing what they want...
To satisfy anything the think they can,
For me!
Not after years of having other priorities.
Not here!
Not...
IF I am on their agenda.
And that had been established...
When times 'then' were fresh and exciting.
When people meet and say things sweet...
Doesn't it seem they've become stuck together,
With glue?
Until appetites change,
For a taste of something new.
Comeon...
None of this is rocket science!
Nonsense begets nonsense begets more of it!
And the evidence of that is all around.
Some carry it in their pockets.
That's how addicted they've become.
And for quite a few...
That nonsense is pressed up against their noses.
Or sitting in a prison cell.
A parent visiting a 'lost child'.
'Your honor...
I could have spent more time with my children,
BUT...
I was too busy creating acceptable excuses.
And hey...
What can I say?
I sold them.
And they were bought! '
If that excitement has gone...
Do not use alibis and excuses,
To try to recapture 'those moments'.
People who say they do 'this' and 'that',
For their families...
With a doing that is not there for them,
As real as the feeling of pain has been?
Gets no smothering of attention...
For an instant replay of 'could ofs' and 'what ifs'.
They shouldn't.
With expectations?
That's just how it is with me.
And why I choose to live alone.
If there is no time for me...
When no time comes to stay for anyone?
There is no need trying to find it!
It's gone!
That's it.
Time doesn't sit listening to time tick...
Or tock from a clock!
It just does not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dependence On Negativity
Your demons have you convinced,
The life you live without me...
Would be better spent,
Not listening!
And the benefit from this,
Affords you to live...
A life lived without comprehension.
One acheived without common sense!
Follow I do your movements from the sidelines.
Hoping one day you will awaken to find...
Wasting time trying to redefine,
How to accept me in your mind...
Has limited you to doubt and misunderstanding.
Deception based upon your perception,
I have plans to manipulate your independence...
Is that continuous inner dialogue you keep,
With your belief a dependency on negativity relieves!
It is you not me living day to day in desperation.
However...
It is your happiness that has been blocked,
And confined.
Not mine!
That is the only freedom I know...
I have here to share with fresh air to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Chance To Exchange Canes
Gettin' down with a funk on,
Is like a 'hangin'-in-there'...
With an overdoing of too much tolerance,
Self indulged by those already apathetic.
A repeating done to revisit the 'oldies'...
Is, at best, an opportunity to reminisce times,
When the same things produced and performed...
Leaves one locked in satisfied stagnation.
With every step remembered flavored by a requested beat.
To ensure the feet are electrified to an identified limitation!
'You Are Cordially Invited To The 30th Anniversary,
To Share With Us All...
Your Thoughts, Agonies And Stale Conversations,
About Those Times Missed.
Don't Forget...
Bring Your Favorite Beverage To Numb That Head.
And Sweat...
With A Carelessness! '
Gettin' down with a funk on,
Is like a 'hangin'-in-there'...
With an overdoing of too much tolerance,
Self indulged by those already apathetic.
A repeating done to revisit the 'oldies'...
Is, at best, an opportunity to reminisce times,
When the same things produced and performed...
Leaves one locked in satisfied stagnation.
~We should go.
I heard last year was fun.
Everyone we knew as children will be there.~
'Yeah...
We should.
I can't wait to see the same people we saw last week,
Leaving the doctor's office to renew our pain prescriptions.
Maybe we'll get a chance to exchange canes.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Fear to Live Without An Approval Given
Comatosed,
And going through programmed motions.
A life grossed out,
With overdosed imposed notions.
And under hypnosis,
As neurotics sometimes appear.
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
Lives becoming too corrupt!
For those who've been fed...
Their lives lived,
Are headed towards bad luck!
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
While some on the other hand,
Wearing shoes spit shined...
Reflecting all for them is going grand.
All is fine.
With seats sitting on top of the World.
Are never seen behind the scenes...
Throwing their temper tantrums,
As if spoiled boys and girls.
Screaming from inside their soundproof cells.
No one hears them screaming!
Not the ones who believe them to be living well.
Not from the hell they've made!
Fresh pressed dresses.
And suits with no hints of lint.
Often send wrong messages...
To those impressed!
Expressing their bittersweet and sour laments.
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
The ones deluded by the giving of false presentations,
Waste too much time...
Finding excuses to make!
And hoping no one passes judgements on them,
In acceptable discussions in those social circles wished...
To be invited to participate because of their exquisite tastes.
And not for the bad impressions rejected.
Or an image dismissed,
By those who choose to keep their images faked!
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Visual Than Not
Remember this...
When you decided,
To silence your lips.
Believing problems others had...
Were not yours to exist.
And you pointed your fingers,
With judgements passed?
While your assets dwindled.
As those 'others' you trashed!
Your opinion now expressed...
Has less influence than your crab grass.
Or the effective use of a lawn mower,
When it was needed.
To do a job now long ignored!
It is better left to collect cobwebs and dust.
Instead of making meaningless threats...
No one within hearing distance takes seriously.
Since the evidence becomes more visual than not!
And apparently someone has spent too much time sleeping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treasured To Live
A life treasured to live,
Moves much too fast...
When a satisfaction of having it,
Means more than sitting to watch sand...
Pass ever so quickly,
Through an hour glass.
And those believing they have time on their hands,
To seek an attention from others...
Hoping someone will stop to listen and understand,
Why anyone would hesitate to live in a procrastination...
Is someone awaiting for an approval,
To celebrate without contemplation.
A life treasured to live,
Moves much too fast...
When a satisfaction of having it,
Means more than sitting to watch sand...
Pass ever so quickly,
Through an hour glass.
And there are those who sit doing this,
With excuses to make about not finding the time...
A procrastination has found easily!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treasure Each Moment Given
Let go of your hold,
On sad yesterdays.
Treasure each moment,
Of today.
And know what was 'then'...
Can and will be a new 'now'.
To let begin and start.
Just open your heart...
And live!
Give and receive more happiness.
Release from your mind limits set.
And let all regrets,
You've collected to upset.
Remove them from your doorstep...
And live.
It's your life to like and not despair.
Wish to meet those who choose fresh air,
To breathe.
Believe you are there,
Free from rules to break!
Or dreams you can not make come true.
It's up to you...
To prove you can do it!
Give and receive more happiness.
Release from your mind limits set.
And let all regrets,
You've collected to upset.
Remove them from your doorstep...
And live.
Let go of your hold,
On sad yesterdays.
Treasure each moment,
Of today.
And know what was 'then'...
Can and will be a new 'now'.
To let begin and start.
Just open your heart...
And live!
Who better than you,
Would you pick or choose...
To 'star' as the one to play that part?
Treasure each moment given,
To live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Buddhist Christmas
sitting on the bed
with my old blind dog...
breathing in, breathing out...
breathing in suffering,
all the suffering of the hungry,
the homeless, those in prison....
those ravaged by war....
of the lonely, those filled with despair,
the angry, the fearful, the lost....
breathing in deeply,
wrapping it all in snowlike stillness...
and then breathing out....
breathing out compassion,
total, unconditional, free compassion...
the oneness that feels every feeling,
hurts with every hurt,
prays with every need....
not judging, not holding back,
asking for nothing in return...
just breathing out....
and listening with gratitude
to the heartbeat of my faithful dog...
to the heartbeats of all that live...
lost inside life itself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Young Love
Even though I know
you never felt the same way as I did
and all you were trying to do
was get your rocks off.
You were my first love.
But even though I was young and stupid.
I did love you in a way
that only someone that young can.
I will always remember you as cruel.
But I honestly think you were
just lost and hurt at the time.
I knew I was your rebound girl.
Even though I didn't want to believe it then.
I thought I deserved the cheating
the emotional abuse
and the attempt of assault
Because at the time I felt
worthless and unworthy of true love.
And at the time
you were just searching for someone
who could save your from yourself.
I'm sorry I wasn't that person.
But I won't apologize for
accusing you or how I reacted.
I know my actions weren't
the wisest or the kindest.
I was selfish and abusive in my own way.
But only because I was so broken
and I had already lost all the will to live
by the time you came around.
In a way.
I thinking dating you
was a way of punishing myself.
But at the same time
I really did believe
I loved you back then.
I wish you could see me now
and how strong i've become.
You can't hurt me anymore.
I'll try to forgive you.
Because I don't want to
live with bitterness in my heart.
But some days
I don't know if I can.
Met A Girl
Met a girl, oh so fine. She was always looking for a good time. Drove me out of my mind. The way it is. Its hard to say. But i cant forgive. Three strikes your out. I care too much to let you do it around me. Don't you see. I just cant deal with it. Presumptuous is to think, i ll get u tanked so you can use your body the way you want too. Met a girl, oh so fine. She was always looking for a good time. Drove me out of mined. Distanced by her self destructiveness. They say again and again ignorance is truly bliss. Well in this case it is. They say live and let live. Just stay away and that's okay. With indifference as my knife i stab you with heart ache and heart break. The tears fall and theirs no way i can catch em all. Met a girl, oh so fine. She was always looking for a good time. Drove me out my mined. It feels like dying over and over again just beneath the skin. Is their really a god or heaven. Sick is my stomach, a constant churning. A need to help. My heart beats, as the blood pours. Oh wounds so sore. I want so much more. Then some are willing to give. I will not relive the same thing ever again. This is one of those times i cant win. Full blown, retreat. The pain is too much. The love is too much. Enough is enough. Met a girl, oh so fine. She was always looking for a good time. Drove me out my mind. But that all ended that night. I said what others whispered. I was honest and i know it had hurt. It hurt me much worse. Its a curse, i have no fear. Espically when it comes to someone i hold so dear. I rather just disappear then have you near. Too much, its going get rough, too much, it's just too, too much
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