I Found God
If a forgiveness has been given,
To those who had perpetrated misdeeds...
Until after years they are awakened to receive,
An unexpected epiphany.
What makes them assume to believe,
Those inflicted intentionally...
Would mysteriously have their wounds,
Disappear from their memories?
'I found God.'
That's ironic.
I discovered The Savior too.
However...
Are you here to try to attempt me to accept,
That my pain and your guilt felt...
Have become easier for you to forget,
With no regrets?
Or are you hoping your ability to quote,
From scriptures...
Paints upon you a different face.
And the old one I don't remember?
With an erasing it to be replaced.
'But I have found God.'
Don't become offended if I suggest,
The next step you should make...
Is to find a good plastic surgeon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Always The 'Who' That Gets One Through
Those who set out to ruin lives,
Consciously.
To then awaken with guilt and expectations,
Consciously.
That an awaiting for a forgiveness given to exonerate them,
Is not on the minds of the ones...
Who have spent time on the other end,
Healing and mending from wounds consciously inflicted...
By those who assume a skipping away from their deeds done,
Is the same wish by someone who has forgiven to forget.
Especially when the suffering with pain is involved.
People may be seen to be completely 'restored' from sorrows.
If recovery actually is done to come.
However...
It was their faith and determination alone,
With a gritting of teeth that got them off their knees.
To remember every detail vividly,
As to how, when, where, why and who...
Put them there in the first place.
And it is ALWAYS...
Always the 'who' that gets one through a process,
Never to be forgotten.
'It's so good to see you healthy and fit.
I am glad you have forgiven me.
You have...haven't you?
Say something.
Why are you smiling? '
~No particular reason.
Just thinking of how I would have handled this,
Years ago.~
'Handled what? '
~My thoughts.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Had to Come to Us This Way
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Unexpected love.
We did not know it had us picked.
When unexpected love,
Came to visit.
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
It had to find us unprepared.
Willing to accept,
How it crept upon us.
When all we felt was tried.
Staring in clear skies,
Sometimes for that 'one'.
That someone special to us to come.
And when it is done...
We become stunned.
It is familiar.
As if it begins where it 'had' begun!
It had to come to us this way.
Unexpected love.
Expecting it returned.
As it is to feed what is yearned.
Connecting two hearts burning!
When all we felt was tried,
Unexpected love...
Comes out of hiding!
It had to come to us this way.
If it had not...
We would find reasons,
To chase it away!
And that is why,
It had to come to us
This way...
Finding us in a receptive display,
And giving without thought to run.
Hoping love like this did come,
To stay!
It had to come to us this way,
Unexpected love...
Seldom drifts or fades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Funnny? .. Not So Much
it's funny how hello
is always accompanied by good bye
it's funny how good memories
can start to make you cry
it's funny how forever
never seems to last
it's funny how much you'd lose
if you forgot about your past
it's funny how good friends
can just leave you when your down
it's funny how when you need someone
they're nowhere to be found
it's funny how people change
to make themselfs seem better
it's funny how many lies
are packed into one love letter
it's funny how people can forgive
but they can never really forget
it's funny how one night
can be filled with so many regrets
it; s funny how ironic
lifes turns out to be
it's funny how none of these things
seem really funny to me
poem by Jessica Richards
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Without Questioning The Appeal Of Ideals
'Offer to throw to them money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
And will erase all agony,
From their memories claimed...
To be tied to their histories.'
There are certain aspects of life,
That are inevitable.
Without questioning the appeal of ideals.
Or the truth as it exists.
Pain and pleasure are feelings felt.
It is true we all are dealt cards from a deck,
Whether or not the hand we get is accepted.
And...
Without questioning the appeal of ideals.
Although intuitively pain is rejected.
For most of us it is pleasure that is the objective.
Yet there are those who believe,
They have been chosen to receive most of it...
While denying others to get a taste,
The freedom of opportunity makes.
'Let them eat cake.
IF they can locate the baker.
Or...
Better yet.
Offer to throw to thwem money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
That promises to quiet their wishes.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thrilled To Be So Blessed
She only expressed interest,
In her own progress.
Even though married...
In a one-sided partnership,
Often beset with obstacles to test.
She could not accept,
Her husband's wish for economic success.
Instead,
She took it upon herself with friends...
To belittle his independence,
With a disrespect she sought to get.
She became quite successful.
And he did too.
Although he did not receive,
The support she knew.
And after years of reflection,
He has no regrets.
With hopes she has found happiness...
Since he is awakened with identity.
And thrilled to be so blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reformed Apologists
Socially accepted name soiling,
Of those reformed apologists.
Wishing to have their public role calling,
Yesterday found appalling.
But today have discovered themselves,
The ones full of 'it'.
Retracking from en-acting,
Pointing blame with accusations.
Only makes those misdeeds to face,
Unable to erase.
From the minds of those attacked,
By assumptions and not facts!
Socially accepted name soiling,
Of those reformed apologists.
Wishing to have their public role calling,
Yesterday found appalling...
But today have discovered themselves,
The ones full of 'it'.
Leaving good relationships blemished.
And reputations diminished.
Isolates with a finish,
Those feelings of friendship forever left embittered.
With a forgiveness erased,
To never again be considered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stupid Lover
Your presence
Makes me stupid
Hoping you
Turn a sight again
Do you not satisfy
Hurt me once?
Your smile
Makes me stupid
Dreaming you
Love me too
Forever
And never separated
Is it not good enough
I try to hate
Is it not good enough
I erase you
From the heart
From my memories
Is it not enough
You disappear from me
Is it not enough
You torn me
With love
With your smile
Your tears
Makes me stupid
Hoping me
Erase your pain
Far away
Bring back the sun
Is it not good enough
I try to hate
Is it not good enough
I erase you
From the heart
From my memories
Is it not enough
You disappear from me
Is it not enough
You break me
With love
With your smile
Without you
I'll be alone
Without your love
I'll be empty
But I know for sure
Better be like this
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Instantly Free Me From Feelings of Guilt
So personal I take my own pain.
Physical, mental.
Whatever the process...
There is nothing like doing it,
In the comfort of one's own home.
I forget sometimes,
I am suppose to dismiss it...
Whenever I am approached,
To give someone my undivided attention.
With their immediate imposition on my time,
Taken.
And unconsciously...
I quickly open my door,
As if to welcome the entire Universe for tea!
'I'm sorry to disturb you.
Is this a bad time? '
Oh? Uh...uh...
I forget sometimes,
My needs are less important...
For someone expecting me,
To dropp my priorities and focus my attention...
On their needs.
Or whatever it is they wish to share,
Immediately!
Uh...oh...No!
I was just enjoying minding my own business.
Sitting in my own space.
And hoping to have this moment...
Alone.
Drinking tea and enjoying music I love.
What on Earth was I thinking?
Company!
That's what's missing.
Company!
Come on in.
And after they have finished,
Squeezing every emotion out of me...
It seems.
I forget sometimes,
I am being tested.
I forget sometimes,
Even in my solitude...
Where the peace I love is graced,
There will be someone who believes...
Any pain I face to attempt to erase,
Needs more of their presence in my face.
With the dumping of their agonies.
So with the taking of slow deep breaths,
I sit.
Doing my best to reflect patience.
And hoping there is no notice given,
To an enforced hospitality.
'Thank you, my brother.
You have no idea how much your listening ear,
Has left me with so much peace.
I leave you now,
With the wish that God blesses you.
'Cause you know HE is good?
AND 'all' the time.
All you have to do is remember that!
You are 'never' alone.
Remember that in your prayers.
You don't have to sit mopping around.
As if you are friendless.
God is there for you.
Just remember that.
It's such a beautiful day.
I feel less burdened.
I think I'll go for a walk!
God bless.'
Even in my solitude...
Where the peace I love is graced.
There will be someone who believes,
Any pain I face to attempt to erase...
Needs more of their presence in my face.
With the dumping of their agonies.
I'll keep that in mind...my brother.
I'm glad I was able to assist!
Anytime.
Just 'pop' in anytime you wish.
'Keep God alive!
That's all you need to do.
Keep God ALIVE.'
GOD,
Please remove me from the lieing.
Or let me pretend I am not at home,
The 'next' time this happens.
And You instantly free me from feelings of guilt.
Of this...
Dear Father,
I will be eternally grateful.
Amen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And So Found Dawn
it was in doubt
that i found faith.
it was in forgiveness
that i found forgiveness.
it was in loss
that i found passion.
it was in suffering
that i found understanding.
it was in letting go
that i found freedom.
it was in the mirror
that i found prayer.
it was in darkness
that i found light.
it was in jail
that i found dignity.
it was in addiction
that i found determination.
it was in giving
that i found love.
it was in fighting
that i found reason.
it was in reason
that i found dissatifaction.
it was in questioning
that i found truth.
it was in truth
that i found the need for silence.
it was in silence
that i found kindness.
it was in working
that i found respect.
it was in respect
that i found acceptance.
it was in living
that i found god.
it was in god
that i found the need to touch.
it was in caring.
that i got dirty...
and so found dawn...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nothing Is More Bitter
Nothing is more bitter,
Than the taste of one's actions regretted.
Even though a forgiveness may be expressed,
By those whose lives had been affected.
There is nothing like the guilt,
An unconscious mind awakened...
Finds!
And discovers,
It is not an easy task to shake or break away,
From what has been advocated...
And harsely displayed in those misdeeds done,
From one's past.
Upon someone undeserving.
Especially when God selects,
The appropriate punishment!
It seems as though He is not totally,
Forgetful.
Even 'if' one has found a 'rebirth'
In the singing of His praises.
There still will be lessons...
He wishes to insure are completely learned.
And meets the approval of those mistreated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember Me
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Bye baby, see you around
Didnt I tell you I wouldnt hold you down
Take good care of yourself, yhear
Dont let me hear about you shedding a tear
Youre gonna make it
Youre gonna take it
Remember me as a sunny day
That you once had, along the way
Didnt I inspire you a little higher
Remember me as a funny clown
That made you laugh when you were down
Didnt I boy, didnt I boy
Remember me as a big balloon
At a carnaval that ended too soon
Remember me as a breath of spring
Remember me as a good thing
Bye baby, see you around
I already know about the new love youve found
What can I do but wish you well
What we had was really swell
I wont forget it, I have no regrets
Remember me as a sound of laughter
And my face the morning after
Didnt the sky beckon us to fly?
Yes, youl remember the times we fought
But dont forget me in your tender thoughts
Please darlin oh yeah
Remember me when you drink the wine
Of sweet succes and I gave you my best
Remember me every song you sing
Remember me as a good thing
Remember me as a sunny day
Please darling, remember me as a good thing
Remember me when you drink the wine
Remember me as a good thing
Remember me as a big balloon
Dont forget me darling
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Into The Wilderness
Always there will be those,
Going out of their way as if chosen...
To inflict their wicked misdeeds upon others.
Only to arrive with feelings they discover,
Has left them to grieve wishing forgiveness.
Knowing...
Time has not come to heal their wounds.
And those who have been picked to be inflicted,
With wounds...know this.
Even attempts made trying to hide them,
Still sit not to be forgotten.
And the repeated visits with bitterness,
Sometimes may take them on long drives...
To 'trip' into the wilderness just to cry...alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unable To Admit It
Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
No love that deep will I ever have,
For anyone who believes I can be left...
With tears wept to then leave me,
Grieving over 'their' pain and anguish.
Accept your wounds and scars?
To forgive and forget the fact,
That upon me they have been afflicted?
What makes you think to you I am addicted?
What has you convinced,
A relationship with you makes sense?
I've long been healed from your abuses.
Accept your wounds and scars,
To leave imprinted on my mind when you please?
You just don't get it do you?
When I said I loved you...
Nothing in that confession shared,
Said anything about abandoning the love I have for myself.
You are the fool unable to admit it...not me!
There is nothing about you that has stayed with me to crave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flowers Blum Turnip Red
serious consideration must be taken
of situations
where only a small percentage
of the entire population
believe in a better future
or even
truth
its far easier to lie under a brute
and sweat
I once gave a shit- a quote
black and blue
i slept- hoping rape might undo
what nothing else could
that about does it- a quote
we- a quote
a quote
poem by Abraham Cumming
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I Cant Forget
i remember us
should i forget?
i remember your eyes
should i forget?
i remember your touch
should i forget?
i remember your voice
should i forget?
i remember your face
should i forget?
i remember your care
should i forget?
i remember your feelings
should i forget?
i remember your personality :)
should i forget?
i remember my thoughts of you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember the good times with you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember the comfort from you
i cant forget, should i forget?
i remember my love for you
i cant forget, i wont ever forget!
poem by Samantha Duran
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Scavenger Hunt
It is important to them.
Why aren't you participating?
'It's been important for the past 50 years.
And what is clear to them now,
Has faded from my top ten long ago.
Oil and water just does not mix.
Even when vinegar has been applied to it.
No matter how 'sweet' those rancid apples use to appear.
Now that those who have grown older,
Find deceit and their dishonesty losing appeal.
They want to quote scriptures.
With an undying love to uplift their fellowmen.
As if the bitterness they've consciously inflicted,
Is going to vaporize and disappear.
I prefer not to be exposed to that much magic.
Pretense is important to them.
They wouldn't recognize truth or reality,
If lit with neon lights in a clear night sky!
Everything about them has been fantasized.
They are mutants of affectations.
And fearing anything that remotely exposes truth.
That's why I am not participating,
To uncover the 'known' in such a 'scavenger hunt'.
I've forgiven.
But not yet stupid enough to forget.'
It's just a reunion!
'Of what? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Pain Remains the Doer's Own
That time to apologize,
For what has been done...
Has passed.
Acts of forgiveness and regret...
Are admirable.
But what truthfully can be accomplished now?
Those wounds inflicted have healed.
The anguish of betrayal has diminished
From its initial intent.
A mindset once narrow has broaden.
And the expression of fresh empathies...
Are as meaningless,
As the desire of one who is haunted by a guilt,
That another does not live with!
Especially since the one who currently suffers...
Will do it much longer,
Than the one who was meant to feel undue sorrow.
And a pain...
Each hour of each day of those yesterdays,
Have taken away!
That time to apologize,
For what has been done...
Has passed.
Acts of forgiveness and regret...
Are admirable.
But those confessions 'today'
Fall on deaf ears!
That person who needed to hear
What is being expressed now...
Does not sit where those 'proclamations'
Will lift a remorse now felt by the doer!
That pain remains the doer's own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A fine start
It is very difficult
To swallow the insult
Not to end in positive result
It is weakness in built
It is easy to sustain wounds
It may heal with scars to be found
Insult doesn’t disappear or vanish
It may find ways to take revenge and finish
If you can digest
Result will be best
Tolerance is put to test
All rivalries is to rest
Forget and forgive
Less in it to believe
No more pain at heart
New beginning with good start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Waiting (reprise)
So every day I see you in some other face
They crack a smile, talk a while
Try to take your place
My memory serves me far too well
I just sit here on this mountain thinking to myself
Youre a fool boy
Why dont you go down
Find somebody
Find somebody else
My memory serves me far too well
Its not as though we just broke up
Its not as though it was yesterday
But something I just cant explain
Something in me needs this pain
I know Ill never see your face again
Cmon now
Ive got to be strong now
Now everybodys talking about this new decade
Like you say the magic numbers
Then just say goodbye to
The stupid mistakes you made
Oh my memory serves me far too well
Dont you know that
The years will come and go
Some of us will change our lives
Some of us still have nothing to show
Nothing baby
But memories
And if these wounds
They are self inflicted
I dont really know
How my poor heart could have protected me
But if I have to carry this pain
If you will not share the blame
I deserve to see your face again
Cmon now
You dont have to be so strong now
Come back
Come back
...
Come back to me darling
I will make it worth your while
Come on back to your baby
song performed by by George Michael
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How Can I Forget
Don't you find it odd,
You can remember everything...
I have ever done to you,
That offended.
With unending elaboration.
But you have an absence of memory,
Each time you have publicly disrespected me.
And the latest of your misdeeds,
You sought just recently to do.
But how can I forget...
It's all about 'you' isn't it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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