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Looking For a Freshness

I live to explore!
Not to sit in the midst of discoveries...
To be compared by others,
As the way my life should be!

I'm not one to reminisce,
With nostalgic inclinations.
To plagiarize legitimate activities...
Like others finding justification,
To qualify the air they breathe!

I live to explore.
Adventure and learn.
Not to rehearse and regurgitate...
Someone's steps done before.
So many do that and call 'that' creation!
As if to re-invent...
Stirs imaginations!

I live to explore.
Caring less if I'm ignored.
This gift of life is mine and I will proceed...
Looking for a freshness that excites.
My self worth and energy.
Instead of polluting my mind,
Redoing those things others find...
Easy without effort.
As they follow behind!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Had Not Been For Chemistry

I have never been here before.
To explore such views,
With anyone quite like you...
Full adventure and unafraid to explore.

Never before have I felt the student,
To allow myself to be taught...
By someone who brings,
A different insight to things.

If you had gone on another path,
I would have sat unchallenged.
And taken too much time,
To eventually let doubt have its way.

I can say today,
I am happy you found me sitting.
And owe meeting you to patience,
Somehow you knew for you it stayed.

I have never been here before.
To explore such views,
With anyone quite like you...
Full adventure and unafraid to explore.

'If it had not been for chemistry,
You and I would have only been here to see...
Just another someone else to forget and ignore,
As we continued on our separate journeys.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Had My Experiences

I admit I've had my experiences.
You name,
I've done it.
And If I am not whispering,
About my misdeeds...
Why do some find my activities,
Ear candy for others...
They believe to another,
For them will be pleased?

I've never understood this.

I admit to being adventurous.
I have my curiosities,
And will explore my inquisitiveness.
If I for myself set my own limits,
Why is it gossip a few enjoy best?

I will never understand,
The obsession some have with nosiness.
My own,
Yes!
Others?
No.

Those who gossip live lives discreetly.
Lieing to themselves and others to deceive.
Hoping to keep sheltered,
Everything imaginable that has a bit of sleaze.
And doing the best they can,
To cure themselves of diseases...
Obtained secretly.

When I tell people I live my life basically.
And many would find me boring.
I am the one not believed.
I am an adventurer not a whore.
And I do not intend to do things,
That will bring conscious harm to me.
Even though I do explore.

Well...
I do smoke cigarettes.
And if I was having 'that' kind of sex...
I would awaken the next day to regret,
I wouldn't have cigarette smoking as a habit.
Doing that...
Decreases the need to wish to have 'it'.
From what I've heard.

Those who smoke...
Have less sex!
I guess!
Some of my adventures,
Have not always been successful experiences.
Or turned out to be satisfying tests.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Not For Eternity

Everyday,
All of us are given opportunities...
To explore and adventure,
Another aspect of life...
To experience something new.
And everyday excuses are made,
To have no time to find...
What it is we could and should do.

Complaining and delivering faults,
Have found many to accept this as their expertise...
With a choice to expose this as a gift.
And without solicitation...
This craft upon others is released.

Everyday,
All of us are given opportunities...
To explore and adventure,
Another aspect of life...
To experience something new.

And yet there are those who say they can not afford,
To waste their patience...
On something they rather ignore.
And ignore they do...
Themselves.
Commitments made to relationships.
Friendships taken for granted...
As futures of their children,
Delayed for a taste of procrastination.

But participating in something done...
That guarantees hours spent in frivolous fun,
Is given without a moment's hesitation.
Since this has been marketed as a life to live!
And aging with a maturity to reflect,
Is no longer regarded as a process to respect.
Nor is it prioritized as a positive.

And under a plastic surgeon's busy knife,
Everyone has a desire to pay...
Whatever it takes,
To appear and 'look' youthful...
Jusr for a day or a week.
If not for eternity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fallin Angel

You came into my life when I was broken, you picked me up when I was down, you reminded me what joy it brto laugh and play around, you showed me that there is a world to explore and its mine for the taking, you taught me how to concore my fears and how to love, I believe you were a gift sent from up above to reminded me that life is worth living and so I live because of you, ypu are truely my fallin angel

poem by Erin Tejeda
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Live

Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
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It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
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I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
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You've got
We've got
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We've got
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song performed by by Zug Izland
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No Life Is Right Until Lived

When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.

I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.

No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.

With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.

No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fanny To John K.

I have put down the needle
and picked up the pen.
I have transformed myself
and now live again.
Just like the butterfly
leaves the cocoon,
I'll explore the earth,
the sea, the moon.
But in the recesses of
my current mind
I know that somehow
I shall find
just how to reach you
with my pen.
And you, my love
will live again.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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I do not accept any absolute formulas for living. No preconceived code can see ahead to everything that can happen in a man's life. As we live, we grow and our beliefs change. They must change. So I think we should live with this constant discovery. We should be open to this adventure in heightened awareness of living. We should stake our whole existence on our willingness to explore and experience.

quote by Martin Buber
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A Change Dream of All!

Education does not end schools and colleges;
It continues in life and work in the world ever!

Real education begins outside education portals,
When one comes out of educational institutions
To Nature, arts, sciences, literature and poetry!

It’s not enough to spend time in mundane things,
Day today activities which will produce monotony,
Frustration, depression and make world too much!

Each one should make use of special power within
To explore nature of things and explore truth and
Helplessness of man can be overcome by change!

A lot of drawbacks are there in everything here
Affecting society unaware without giving hope,
New thoughts, ideas and change for the better!

Innovation, novelties are needed to breathe fresh air;
Poets have important job to bring about change!

To change society individual’s attitude needs change.
Nature, arts and literature are there to give solace,
Comfort, ideas and hope to realize freedom in life!

Poetry inspires and encourages to attain freedom
And live a life of fulfilment to the full in the world!

poem by Ramesh T A
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In The Midst Of The Doing

What I have managed to accomplish,
With a focus on attempts to pursue...
Has not been without sacrifice or effort,
And a fixed determination to prove...
My life live and the experience of living,
Means more than approval to me someone gives.
I am here to live life.
And adventure possibilities to either create,
Or accept as is.

And those who sit seeking acceptance,
Are usually the ones wasting time to complain.
While conducting campaigns to gain sympathy.
With a hope empathy is there to share in abundance.

People like this are often limited.
And grieving with excuses to make them sound legitimate.

I am not immuned from making mistakes.
And as long as I live there will be more I will make.
But...
It will be in the midst of the doing done.
And not in the faking...
To allow to be dismissed,
The seriousness of my wishes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Fearful To Fully Grasp

It is much easier for me,
To be very patience with a child...
Asking questions about life.
Than it is for me to answer,
Those same questions asked...
By one who appears to be an adult.
But has a mind of a child.
And the simple aspects of life,
They have yet to experience.
Or too fearful to fully grasp,
With a faith they claim to have...
To explore and adventure.
A living of life to fake it...
Is difficult to explain,
To anyone seeking how best to live it...
On their terms AND with expectations.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Has My Love Gone?

Where has my love gone? God, I really miss her!
God, I wish I knew although I know
She could come back really!
It's up to her! Wish I could kiss her!
She told me that she cared
But that she had other plans!
God knows where she is now!
All I know is, I'm here!
And I'm so alone, now that true love's gone!
What can I do? Will she ever return?
Will she come back to my heart?
Will she explore the whole world until
God will reveal to her my love?
God, please hear all of my soft-spoken prayers!
For what is life if nobody truly shares all your cares?
Then you just live, without ever finding
One sweetheart to love!
Think I found her, Lord! What's left to say?
Must it be like this? Oh, how long, will it carry on?
Give me some strength! Can't You see that I can't live
Without her to love me?
One day more? One week more?
One month more? Oh, Lord!
Show me some mercy! Please, Lord!

What can I do? Will she ever return?
Will she come back to my heart?
Will she explore the whole world until
God will reveal to her my love?
God, please hear all of my soft-spoken prayers!
For what is life if nobody truly shares all your cares?
Then you just live, without ever finding
One sweetheart to love!
I think I found her, Lord! What's left to say?
Must it be like this? Oh, how long, will it carry on?
Give me some strength! Can't You see that I can't live
Without her to love me?

Where has my love gone? Where has my love gone?
God I really miss her! Lord, it's true. Yes, I really do.

poem by Denis Martindale
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On the Wings of Pettiness

I am grateful not to ride,
On the wings of pettiness.
With those who live as isolationists.

This experience of life given,
Is a tremendous gift.
One should explore unlimited.

I am often reminded of my human-ness.
By others who live their lives in restrictions.
And I understand that point of view too well.
Before a self examination...
Removed my grip on delusions I depicted.
Without hesitating to throw a balled fist I held!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Explore

explore
all the paths

find the meaning
of each labyrinth

there are shades
of light
from the prism

of our existences
life, death
rebirth

we do not die
all at once

do not deny
pleasure
welcome the pain
and be
freed from the prison
of the tentacles
of dread
and joy

live now and be too kind
for the truths
of love and hate
lust and pleasure

there is not a single
path reserved
for those who really
love every moment

dripping dropping
water and dew
on leaves

rivers rushing
to the sea and rain
always falling
for more
pleasure to the
earth

always there are openings
find them
always there are pleasures
try them

explore this world
of desire
for this is the gateway
to the holiness
of our soul

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If It Opens

I owe the wonderful memories I keep,
To those who were unafraid to adventure.
The people who kept the reaching of destinies,
On their minds.
And finding the saying of 'why Not? ' unconfining.

So grateful I am to have dismissed limits,
To explore the value of a life given to me to live.
With a willingness to comprehend,
My commitment to the mix and my involvement.

Although I've grown to admit of having little patience,
When listening to those describing their fears.
With excuses to make to have them validated.

I owe the wonderful memories I keep,
To those who were unafraid to adventure.
And as I age to recognize doubters who profess faith...
I am happy not to be that one,
Procrastinating with a hesitation done.

I know what it is to pursue dreams that come true.
I also know what it's like,
To have more of them too!
And I also know too well,
Not to wait for someone else to open a door.

If it opens,
I will not be asked to walk through.
If a door can be opened,
Walking through it is what I will do.

I am a like like time!
With nothing on my mind but moving forward.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without The Influence Of Assistance

I am a poet.
Not a politician.
Priest or preacher.
Nor am I a connoisseur of etiquette...
Expert on fashion to determine what's hot or not!
Or do I wish to socialize with the elite.
Those snots are too pretentious,
And get on my nerves.

I could care less who is on the left or right.
Liberal, conservative, democrat or republican.
Black, white, gay, straight.
Or what criminal is being investigated,
For deceiving those greedy...
With too much on their plate.
I am a poet.
And often my point of view,
Is not that of others.
And I know it!

And when I discovered that writing was an art,
I didn't explore other 'artforms'...
To express what had been there already expressed,
To give it my twist to have my 'creations' accepted.
With ideals to plagiarize.

If my comments were embraced,
That was 'cool'.
If they weren't...
I was not about to take a survey,
To determine if my life was suitable to live!
Or change my sleeping habits.

So many trip on what others think.
I don't.
I am often amazed people do it.
think!
Without the influence of assistance.
Or some drug or medication,
That allows the tolerating of themselves.

I am a poet.
A writer.
Not a psychiatrist.
Or someone who can undo to fix,
Someone else's life.
Because in their mind the can't find the time,
To live or define their own.
I took that time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our intention is to really explore this transition and, beyond that, explore the particular things that someone comes up against when they're gay or lesbian.

quote by Laura Innes
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Prince Valium

You disappeared
Into thin air
Went up in smoke
And now you're here

It's not about
Helping you out
No psycho-tool
Will ever do
Just come on out of your piggysty and explore

You disappeared I know that it's about
Into thin air I couldn't help you out
Went up in smoke I know that it's about
And now you're here I couldn't help you out
Come on out of your piggysty and explore

Come on out of your piggysty and explore

Had a dream tonight where you were walking in my room
Jumped up tried to hit the light but I fell right through the floor
Something told me I would never find you anymore
What a scary feeling to be left here all alone
Had a dream tonight and it was wrong

Come on out of your piggysty and explore

song performed by by Ceaser from Leaving Sparks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ghostly

Ghosts may divide into drugs and ruin,
Opening the different ride of the park
And life has just commenced, we
Live among grand arguments,
Killing the fools who live again,
Loops of divine wisdom show excellence
And we are in a spell.

Ghostly discoveries fence with our habits
Making desire and lust, a fierce and fuming
Affray.
Ghosts do each other a favour, and defend the house
Of foolish appearance.
They are fools and stupid affrays are discussed,
But we as humans shall explore a goal and word.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Son, Step Out Of Cyberspace

Son, the world
Is outside your room,

Not in the cyberspace
You keep surfing
All day through.

Step out
Take a deep breath,
And see with your eyes,
How beautiful it is,
Full of mystery,
Go and explore,
Live life,
For you

Only live once.

Don’t let it
Pass you by,
For there is no time for regrets,
The clock can not be turned back.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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