It Just Gets Better
It just gets better.
If the worst of it,
Is not rehearsed.
If the truth is faced...
And not replaced by grief.
The kind that can weaken,
When it arrives and does not leave.
It just gets better.
If the honesty of feelings felt,
Aren't denied or excused to fake.
It has to and will get better...
When one faces reality.
To confront.
Although it comes with agony.
And perhaps joined at the hip...
With some heartache.
Confront it...
And make a clean break.
To become relieved,
It has been shakened.
It just gets better...
With each painful step ahead one takes.
Then one day the Sun removes away the clouds.
And a smile is welcomed to replace,
Those frowns well known.
But no longer condoned,
With a pouting shown and allowed.
It just gets better.
To heal one again who can now walk proud.
If the worst of it is not rehearsed.
To become identified,
And shared with others...
To sputter and suffer,
In cuss filled muttering crowds.
It just gets better,
When one's life is not lived...
To spit bitterness and spite!
And giving up that inner fight,
To forgive and let live...
For that kind of life one deserves and likes.
Set free...
And detached,
From remorse and burdens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)
I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.
I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.
And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!
They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.
My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Researching of Your Rebirth
None of it has been rehearsed.
The researching of your rebirth.
Every detail of it has been lived.
And moments of it,
You had felt neglected and cursed.
No steps first awakened,
Came with ease.
No temptation tasted,
Lasted to please.
Few you met...
Had souls complete,
Of truth and honesty.
Although you held onto the myth...
Everyone you knew,
Was born with a goodness,
To free joy and happiness...
Within them existed
None of it has been rehearsed.
The researching of your rebirth.
Every detail of it has been lived.
And moments of it,
You had felt neglected and cursed.
From the moment of your first birth.
Now on a path of enlightenment.
Accepting reality as it is meant.
Freed from beliefs that decreased as you grew.
Comprehending this,
Increased your higher consciousness.
And you realize the clarity before your eyes.
None of it has been rehearsed.
The researching of your rebirth.
Every detail of it has been lived.
And moments of it,
You had felt neglected and cursed.
But what has been revealed...
At first may hurt.
Until acceptance heals!
To allow the growth from a stunting to bloom!
Waiting for you to decide to give it room...
To rise above and beyond,
Limitations of despair that keeps one teased.
Dedicated:
In honor to Maurice D. Robertson
who celebrates his continual 'rebirthing'
October 7th
'Happy (re) Birthday, Maurice.
'JazzBo'. lol
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disregard the Real
Reality is being faced!
Many are awakening...
And finding truth has been replaced.
But when told that this was coming...
A look of pain was traced.
It is difficult to give up,
A way of life based on luck.
Especially when the majority has been taught...
To disregard the real,
And worship that which is fake!
No matter how much of it has been made up.
Created for illusions...
It takes one a lifetime,
To figure out before giving up the chase!
And even this action provides no tax break.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Not Afraid: You and Me
Make up your mind-complicated thought,
Which lane to take in a two way
Street ahead, Choose a path but one,
And if you've to catch up, you ought.
Your mind's confused when honesty's
In recluse, come walk my way
And let's reveal the truth - a walk of destiny
Hang on tightly to me...
And let us build a path to life's reality.
Be not afraid of who you are to me,
I in return will make the best I see
Of who you are sans your infirmity
Just build your mind a solid destiny.
Now can you see decision has to be
But just a step-your feelings are so free,
Remember who you are to many just like me
Decide with ease between what not to be,
Fall back and forth but with solid identity
Discover you and me in a world of...
Truth and honesty.
poem by Jona PoloRamirez
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Im the girl:
Im the kind of girl that would order a happy meal
Im the kind of girl that would dance to music whenever I hear it
Im the kind of girl that would make you spit out your drink when I say a joke
Im the kind of girl that would laugh at someone sneeze
Im the kind of girl that cheers the loudest
Im the girl that that makes you feel at eaze
Im the girl that would hold you when you cry
Im the girl that would sit next to you until the day you die
Im the girl that has a fake smile just to make you smile
Im the girl that would do anything to make you happy
Im the girl that would take a bullet for your life
Im the girl no on knows
Im the girl with the fake smile and acts like everything is Ok
Even though it isnt...
Im the girl that always has a smile on face
With a laughter in my breathe
Im the girl that acts the best.....
poem by Miss Dokum
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Thank You For Reminding Me
Because I thought we both would benefit
By being in each other's presence.
That's why I approached you!
I thought you would find that to be true too.
But you chose to use that
To unleash some unresolved issues...
And bitterness,
You wish to keep!
And I have long since learned to forgive.
However...
I will not forget,
The bitterness you reflect.
That reminds me of myself...
When I was self involved.
With a selfishness I have years ago left,
Behind!
And you are not the kind I wish to waste my time with!
That self centeredness I have dismissed.
Thank you for reminding me,
Just how much I have grown.
Without needs to dump my insecurities,
On someone else's shoulders!
And you?
Seem to do what you do well.
And I do not wish to observe that in practice!
Or keep it rehearsed in my life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fake Forgiveness
You dissappeared when we needed you the most, you vanished, were nowhere to be found, you were just like a ghost
For two years from you we almost never heard a sound, and I accepted the fact that you weren't ever fully going to come back around
Then your life slip through the cracks, now you're here at our front door on your hands and knees wanting to come back
I don't know what you expected from us maybe to be welcomed with open arms and kind deeds, all I know is that you're not getting that kind of treatment from me, mainly because the likes of you don't deserve it you see
While you got to keep living you care free little life some of us had to inheirt a life full of nothing but pain, misery, struggle, and stife.
While you got to keep doing what you pleased, some of us our free time had to sell so others we could appease
While we had to let responsibility weigh us down, you kept doing whatever you little heart desired and that I will never be able to forgive you for I'm sorry but my forgiveness card has finally expired
Back in the days where from you we didn't hear a sound all I ever hoped for was that maybe you'd change your mind and come back around, but now that your here in my plain eye sight, to be around you, to even look at you is a stuggle, is a fight
I've always thought of myself as a forgiving kind of person but apparently I was wrong, because I'm starting to realize at you I was mad, enraged, and disgusted all along
I realize sitting here now I forgave you for HER sake, but I can't pretend anymore I have to face the truth of the matter, and the truth is that, that forgiveness was fake
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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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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Until Truth Is Faced
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.
Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.
'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is Loss
I have given this one most thought.
To learn this lesson you may not want.
But everybody knows and everybody felt
Some have seen more with the hand they've been dealt.
But I’m going to remind you because it seems.
That change is the worst enemy that deems
The fear that you have for the future
Is the loss that you will lose there?
But life is loss but not all loss comes
In the form of death or separation from
Two loves who no longer give
Each other their own life to live.
Because sometimes people have to walk away
From the hurt that they feel each day.
Sometimes people have to let go of the feelings
And move on with the day to day dealings.
Or never find themselves without remorse
And never having any recourse
Of the life that is loss and always having to carry
Those people that which they should bury.
poem by Black Rabbit
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Farewell, My Beloved Mum
Loving Mum
You're my best mum
In the whole universe.
I always love you.
You always take care of me
When I'm sick,
When I'm sad,
When I'm naughty,
When I'm stubborn.
Oh Mum,
Why you left us so soon?
Please don't cry, don't grief,
Don't held up, hang on.
Stop worrying us all,
Be willing to let go all,
Relieve your painful agony.
I may not understand
All the pains and agony
You endure.
You undergo many
Sacrifices, sufferings and challenges
In your life to give the best to me.
I never forget
All things you had done for me,
And taught me.
Loving mum,
Thank you so much,
For giving me life,
For upbringing me into this world.
You make me proud,
I'll make you proud too,
As your good child.
I felt very sad and sorrowful
To see you go
Saying final farewell
To you.
Loving mum,
I'll always miss you,
You'll forever live in my memory.
Farewell, goodbye Mum,
May your soul rest in peace,
I hope you're always happy
in presence of Jesus Christ, our Lord.
May God bless your soul
And live in heaven forever.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Locked Inside Her Pain
Living day to day in severe pain,
overwhelming is her pain today,
can't walk too good, for her legs hurt so.
Kind and gentle she is, through all of her pain,
even on her worst days, she always has a smile
and a kind word for those who may pass by her way.
Day after day I watch her in pain
and pray there was something I could do.
Intensely wanting to just be able to take all her pain away,
nothing I can do to help her with it.
Sweet and loving she is, her pain is sometimes unbearable.
Intense pain is what she lives with everyday.
Doctors won't give her anything for fear she may be allergic.
Each and everyday her pain becomes worse.
Hating myself because there is nothing I can do to help her,
hoping that someday they will find a cure for Fibromyalgia and tendontis,
realizing that she may never ever be pain free.
Patiently, she tries to do the things she used to do
but, once again her pain stops her from doing them.
Inside her pain she cries, for relief of her pain or maybe a cure
never getting the relief she so deserves, or wants.
Dear Lord, please take my mom's pain away,
so she will no longer be locked inside her pain
and give her the life she used to know back,
so that she can live her life a normal person without pain,
and God, please be with her every day and night
and keep her safe and warm.
poem by Melissia Ann Senter
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To Heal From A Slow Mending To Grow
If something once strongly felt,
Is no longer there...
Existing to feel naturally,
Even the presence of a hypnotist...
Masquerading as a magician,
Will not be able to restore those natural feelings.
Not to be felt when back at a time remembered,
Those feelings from one's heart were freely given.
When those feelings felt begin to leave,
They do not return to make a reappearance.
Anyone who has experienced this emotionally...
To heal from a slow mending to grow,
Up...
To forgive and forget,
Knows....
Once something is felt to leave, it goes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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The Proof Is In The Life I Have Led
The proof is in the life I have led, through adversity
That most only read about in books-all this happened to me:
I have lived every Father's worst nightmare,
Suffered indignities that I could catalog, yet would never dare;
I have died, literally, of a broken heart-
And through it all, I only ever wished to impart
That there is but one right and one wrong-
Truth, in spite of all, is the only right-only the truly strong
Can stay Faithful at all times to verity, in spite of ignorance:
It takes Faith to move mountains to maintain such diligence;
Whatever it takes, apparently I have it in abundance,
Where others simply revert to to lies, and acquiescence
To the wants of others, in spite of their own desires;
This is the grief of their own heart, and all it truly admires!
-Maurice Harris,23 February 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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If You Bite I'm Quick to Fight
You think it easy to whip up in me grief?
Because I come across as cool as can be.
Well let me tell you something you wont believe...
If you want to bite,
I'm quick to fight!
You think the life I've lived has been without knocks.
And nothing that I've faced has made my heart stop.
Well let me tell you this to set your clock right.
If you want to bite,
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to search and hunt enemies.
I'm not the kind to crawl around on my knees.
I'm not the kind to wear my heart on my sleeves.
I do the best I can to meet my own needs.
I'm not the kind to wish upon someone evil.
I'm not the kind to wish anyone ill.
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
Nor am I the kind that seeks such petty thrills.
You think it easy to whip up in me grief?
Because I come across as cool as can be.
Well let me tell you something you wont believe...
If you want to bite,
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to search and hunt enemies.
I'm not the kind to crawl around on my knees.
I'm not the kind to wear my heart on my sleeves.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to wish upon someone evil.
I'm not the kind to wish anyone ill.
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
You think the life I've lived has been without knocks.
And nothing that I've faced has made my heart stop.
Well let me tell you this to set your clock right.
If you want to bite,
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to wish upon someone evil.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
I'm not the kind to stir up rage and upheaval.
But if you bite...
I'm quick to fight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond the grief.
It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.
But if that's true, I must admit I will miss the tears
when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
I am not as eager to begin the dance
of life without you, for the world has lost its wonder
for me, some of its shine - and being free
seems awfully relative - I suppose just like time.
I can still so clearly recall the last time
we were all together - the tears
we shared, even laughter, when you were set free
of this earthly pain - and even in our grief,
we were filled with such wonder
as we witnessed the end of life's dance.
When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.
I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
as I have, even when the loss brings never ending tears,
with a broken heart, it's worth all of the pain, and it's no wonder
people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.
No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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We All Are Victims
To confront anyone,
Who has lived their entire life...
Based upon delusions fed with lies,
Is like trying to convince...
Someone who has lived as a hermit,
That they have just been selected...
To receive an award for being the most congenial,
By those who have found their social attributes...
To be undeniably refreshing.
And somehow this embellished exaggeration,
Is not considered a joke as much as it is a threat.
It then becomes best,
To leave one alone in their own comfort zone.
Since few people will accept,
A reality that does not connect...
To what they know or has not to them been shown.
Without an experience of it being known.
We all are victims of some enforced limitation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glitz, Glimmer and Rhinestone
For some reason,
Glitz, glimmer and rhinestone...
Seem to go together.
Like movies and TV.
And some people overheard in conversation.
If someone is in the need of costuming,
To enhance a 'theme'...
Or dress up to play 'make believe',
One would think people generally leave the 'real' stuff
Behind...
With an acknowledgement in their minds,
There is a time and a place that seperates fact...
From fiction.
And making long lasting impressions,
Requires one to be in touch with a bit of honesty.
At least the kind of honesty that is removed from gloss.
Unless...
Everyone has been in costume.
And those accustomed to being fake...
Take for granted,
That everything connected to life...
As they know life to be,
Has always been one they fantasized.
And lieing to oneself is accepted.
Since going through the motions is all one knows.
Isn't fake the new reality,
Today.
Even when the cameras are 'on'.
To catch what it is,
Being what it is!
Whatever 'What-it-is'...
Is!
And folks are being paid to...
Downgrade!
THAT is 'reality' for far too many people!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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