If I Had Fed On Thoughts Of Limitations
If I had fed on thoughts of limitations,
You would not know...
How to spell my name correctly.
Or be aware of my existence.
Or hear me laugh.
Cry.
Or wonder why...
I accept defeat gracefully.
To me defeat is fleeting.
If not self inflicted.
You see...
And you do not have to agree with me.
Each step forward I decide to take...
I make.
To only compete with myself in the doing.
If I had fed on thoughts of limitations,
I would not be aware I could reach beyond them.
There would be too many excuses,
To use to pick from right under my feet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Tasks Are Deeper Than That
It is not from a core,
Heated with an ego...
I wish adored.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It is not for adulation,
I crave to taste.
Or applause to acknowledge,
I have talents gifted...
From an unseen higher place.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It's a fact I respect my ancestors tracks.
I feel their spirits around and in me.
As if from one tree...
I am a limb with them attached.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
Impatient with waste.
And with those who procrastinate.
No excuses do I make...
With those who fake life.
And seek ways to escape.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
And no emotional limitations,
Will interfere with my deeds...
In a preventive escalation.
That within me,
Gets no empathy.
I'm not here to sob and weep,
To have insecurities of others...
Stop this stride in a movement I keep.
I am here to succeed.
Not to accept defeat.
Or feed frustrations,
That stagnate my reach.
And it is not from a core,
Heated with an ego...
I wish adored.
My tasks are deeper than that.
My approach to life,
Keeps my ancestors intact.
It is a fact I respect my ancestors tracks.
I feel their spirits around and in me.
As if from one tree...
I am a limb with them attached.
And these deeds from me I promise to deliver!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defeat
Defeat
Will kill you
If you let it
It is the No
Before you even try
A nagging fear
You can't let go
So you just sit there
And like baby -cry!
Defeat is a ghost
Fleeting mist that is not
You never count the cost
To fight it you work
On all that you got
Knock it off
Give it the best shot
Crush it on your feet
Defeat.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Too Boundless Is The Universe
Too boundless without a sighted barrier,
Is the universe.
And you expect me to accept,
In agreement...
Your limitations?
I do.
I accept 'your' limitations.
But understand this,
If you can.
Those limits are yours.
However...
Within them,
Do not come looking for me.
I am not seeking to please your comforts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Humanity's Home
When its hard to repair you have to be aware
Your deeds will make a change
so think a lot
And use the both
Your heart and your brain
Do your best
To make this world a better place
Don't forget that this world is not your own
Here's all humanity's home
There can be differences between your and your neighbor's thoughts
Your not living here alone
Therefore you've to be concerned
For your responsibity against all
So step back my fellow man and take a deep breath
Before taking a step look to the sky and try to see the beautiful face of God
And be aware don't forget that your wrongs can be your neighbors best thought
No one will survive to the end of the world
We all are travelers here
Today we are here
Tomorrow already is unseen,
so be aware of your deeds
Some can destroy some can build
Some cannot be rebuilt.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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They Want
They want!
Only with restrictions.
Restrictions are applied.
And they decide,
This is not what they want.
They want to be involved.
But with limitations.
When those limitations are accepted...
They seek to diminish them.
Since they are accustomed to pointing fingers.
And that is all they want!
With appropriate approval for their flaunting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Old Saying
It's all about one time
An old saying I used to hear
Do not take it in granted
The old sayings have lot to say
Be aware of your steps
Sometimes guides us to the light
Sometimes to the darkness of the nights
But they always take us somewhere else
So be aware
The old sayings are precious
The experiences of real lives
So keep them in your mind
My grandmother used to say
once you begin never ends
It begins with just one step
So try to think before taking every single step
The good road or the bad one
It all begins with first step
One step can guide your way to shattered caves
So be aware
Try following the lightness and it'll guide your steps to brightest path.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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You've got to know your limitations. I don't know what your limitations are. I found out what mine were when I was twelve. I found out that there weren't too many limitations, if I did it my way.
quote by Johnny Cash
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As They Prepare And Await
As they prepare and await to have a confrontation,
Those who have been aware of this...
Have paid them no attention.
None that threatens,
Other motivated intentions.
So they continue to pretend,
Not to notice them.
And since there is a higher consciousness involved,
Those wishing to dissolve their hidden insecurities...
Prove they are clueless,
As to what they should do next...
To further undermine themselves with an undressing,
Of their immaturity and limitations they can not leave.
At least to keep protected from an obviousness.
'What are they doing over there? '
~The obvious.~
'But shouldn't 'they' be aware of it? '
~Yes.
They should.
But apparently not from our point of view.~
'I have an idea.'
~What is it? ~
'Let's pretend with hints we are concerned.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Morning Meditation (Walking)
walking,
aware of each step,
i feel my feet touching,
the earth touching my feet...
i feel the bombs falling,
the families huddled in fear,
the bare apartments and empty tables,
the needles, the guns, and the dumpsters.
step by step,
i feel the old woman dying
in the stink of the nursing home.
i feel the child crying...
in the room of darkness.
i feel the mother's tears,
and the father's deep firm loss,
as they lower the casket...
i feel the dirt,
and the stone.
walking, i am walking,
i feel each step, i name each thought,
aware of each step,
step following step!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Only When It Is Conducive
Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.
Am I offended by your pretense?
Only when it is conducive.
And I am aware of the excuses used,
By someone insecure.
And flaunting their own mental abuse.
Do I feel a need to free myself sometimes?
Yes!
Especially when I am smothered...
By others who are vacant.
Or just absent with no minds.
Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.
Am I offended by your pretense?
Only when it is conducive.
And I am aware of the excuses used,
By someone insecure.
And flaunting their own mental abuse.
However...
I am never that detached from free amusements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defeating...That Beast
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
Think about the distance you've come,
Defeating...the beast.
Think about your decision not to run,
Away...from the beast.
Think about those knees on the ground,
Weeping for the beast.
Think about the dirt you ate,
Fed...by the beast.
Think about celebrating...
Those days ahead awaiting!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
No longer the martyr,
Defeating...that beast.
Get up...and strut about.
You've defeated...that beast.
Let those words come out of your mouth,
'I've defeated...that beast! '
Let the people see and believe it,
You've defeated...that beast.
Whoop...and hollar about,
'I've defeated...and done feeding it!
That beast is outta my house.'
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
More than a piece of cake!
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
More than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
That beatened up beast to beat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: All Men Are Weak
No future correctly, can man predict;
About a few things only, man can teach;
Man’s actions make the world so derelict;
Even the nearest star, man cannot reach!
Mankind has limitations most profound;
Man’s ventures turn out to be quite futile;
Nature’s prowess keeps men almost dumbfound;
Man’s heart is always full of sin and vile!
God punishes him all the more with strife;
Unanswered are his queries in volley;
Dissatisfied remains his earthly life!
Alas! Most men don’t accept their folly!
Man’s faith in God is vanishing so fast;
But thought of hell can turn all men aghast!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-08-08
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Globalisation has made us more vulnerable. It creates a world without borders, and makes us painfully aware of the limitations of our present instruments, and of politics, to meet its challenges.
quote by Anna Lindh
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Those With Unenlightened Appetities
Opposition to a united position,
People are seeking and more than wish...
With intentions to mend and heal,
That which has been broken.
Reveals more each day...
A division amongst people inflicted,
And led astray does not pay.
Not for the ones held to limitations,
By those who wish their greed and selfishness...
Creates and establishes a strong foundation.
But instead have done more to produce conflicts,
Than insist a respect for all is needed with commitment.
If greatness is to exist to be for everyone to witness.
And not just a myth a few feast upon,
That is kept exclusively.
Until defeat widens the cracks that invite failure.
Showing an opposition to that which is right,
Seems always there to be on the side...
Of those with unenlightened appetites.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yet With That Said
I can repeatedly say...
For what is asked,
I am not equipped to deliver.
And yet with that said...
Requests do not stop.
I am not here,
To dropp what I do...
For the wishes of a few,
Who hear not!
And I do understand,
What it is I am asked!
But I also know my limitations.
And those limitations,
Right now...
I'm not attempting to surpass.
Unless I exhaust a happiness I enjoy.
And what I now have I am hoping for it to last.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Filled With Depictions Of Angst
There are those who state,
My writing for them is not 'ethnic' enough.
It is not filled with depictions of angst!
Or emotionally committed to keep attached,
To that sought embittered foaming at the mouth.
Like others who look about to remain,
In limitations.
And I have never sought to make excuses,
To live a life I've been blessed to be given.
And many who are disappointed by their existence...
I've never felt cursed to be denied by those wicked.
Those wishing to sell me negativity!
I don't keep myself sold on that.
I've never wished to use my ethnicity...
As a means to gain sympathy,
With beliefs to accpet I was born subservient.
And to this day I can not perceive,
To whom subservient I would be.
I've never invested my time to accept...
'I am better than you are business.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Yourself Be Aware Of Depth
Recognize minimize limits,
From inside and decide...
To reach beyond,
That which divides.
Close your eyes in boundless darkness.
Know all wants and wishes,
Come from this.
Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.
Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.
Recognize minimize limits,
From inside and decide...
To reach beyond,
That which divides.
Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.
Close your eyes in boundless darkness.
Know all wants and wishes,
Come from this.
Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.
Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.
The Earth...
Is part of the Universe.
Let yourself be aware of depth.
From birth...
We come to Earth to nourish.
Let yourself be aware of depth.
The Earth...
Is part of the Universe.
From birth...
We come to Earth to nourish.
Let yourself be aware of depth.
And...
Let your imagination,
Be swept away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I continuously go further and further learning about my own limitations, my body limitation, psychological limitations. It's a way of life for me.
quote by Ayrton Senna
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Truth and Reality (Opinion)
Daily at the end of my "anusthaanam"-(spiritual ritual) ", I make a strong, fervent and sincere prayer to the Divinity that intellectuals and scholars in the world should be fearless and speak the truth without any inhibitions. This has been the tradition of our ancestors and speaking truth is essential for the benefit of the society and the society will be able to know the actualities and act on them.
Normally the rulers do not like the truth to be known. Also leaders of ideologies, religions, their supporters and the like also do not like the truth to be known to the ordinary people. The writers are normally and should be fearless such that the ills and evils in the society are exposed and remedial measures are taken. But what is truth?
Truth is what it is or as it is irrespective of perceptions of the individuals. Reality is what we see of truth; how much we see of truth. Reality is always dictated by our mental make-up, likes, dislikes, limitations in our ability and willingness to see, view, comprehend and accept the truth. Reality is individual's perception of the truth. Truth, most of the times, is only perceived and rarely understood or experienced. Thus reality is limited truth. Reality is either inability to be truthful or inability and limitations of the individual to see the truth unbiased. Also truth corresponds to the individual, about himself, his Self and the reality corresponds to the objective world within and without the body of the individual.
Real situations are compromised states of existence in the attempt of pursuit of the truth. We all talk about truth limited by our perception and not the truth most of the times. We have compulsions inbuilt, acquired or imagined not to accept the truth and allow truth to be spoken or spread through us. But truth is a flowing river. It may flood us but it never dries up. On the other the reality is like a stagnated lake. Our fear of repercussions taking place if we speak, accept or propagate truth, make us real and not truthful. We prefer peaceful and calm life. We call that realistic approach and adjust and compromise.
Thus, most of the times, we are not truthful. We are all limited and confined to our perceptions of truth. Truth is best revealed when understood or experienced. But we rarely get such insight. All our knowledge and information is hearsay through books, newspapers, magazines, radio and TV news channels, web sites etc, . We are all aware that these books and news items are filtered through the editors and owners of these media. Thus the perceptions of these responsible and financing individuals decide the truth content in the item. We pick up these as truth and argue or form our own perceptions. Sometimes the editorial policy of the editors or owners of these media do not allow truth as it is to reach us when they find it objectionable in that form. Thus truth is never completely known or allowed to be known and hence not completely comprehended. The fears, imaginations, illusions shape our perceptions and our comprehension of the truth. Many times it appears that no absolute truth exists or known, perceived or understood and experienced. Just as feelings and perceptions of good and bad and other qualities, truth is also relative as "truth to me", "truth to him", "truth to you", "truth to them" and a truth accepted by all is not possible and available to be expressed, accepted or spread and we all mistake our perceptions of truth as truth without understanding or experiencing the truth. But truth is like fire. It can not be hidden or held in hand.
the palm. Truth sneaks through our cautions and suppression and declares itself.
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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