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Meant To Live

Does it seem as obvious as it is,
That the ones unafraid to take risks...
Have faced challenges and experiences,
To mature from them and benefit.
And not succumb to doubts and fears presented.

While those living lives undecided,
Have become accustomed to hiding...
Behind a host of excuses and alibis to deny,
Life is given and meant to live.
And not to become seduced by re-adjusted limits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Motive Not To Be Provoked

There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.

And there are people more devoted,
To keep their peace condoned.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.

To get away from all the alibis.
And those who live their lives making up lies.
With so many to this committed.
As if there's benefit in it.
To change what they say in a minute.
This limits and this diminishes.
This limits and this diminishes.

People have a motive,
To be...
Alone!
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.

To get away from all the alibis.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.

And those who live their lives making up lies.
To change what they say in a minute.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.

There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.

There are people with a motive,
To be...
Left alone.
And many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.

With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
Many are to this committed.
And doing this free without limits.
Doing this free without limits.

With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
And...
Doing this free without limits.

And...
With a motive not to be provoked!
And...
Many are to this committed.
And...
Doing this free without limits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Boundaries To Limit

The most difficult challenge faced,
By anyone living today...
Is the choosing to be oneself.

And the opposition to the doing of this,
Is not restricted to those,
Hiding behind their deceptions imposed.
No!
The very ones who believe they 'know',
Someone from a past had long ago...
Are the first to restrict with boundaries and limits.
And times long gone they can not let go.
Ensuring they too will never bloom to grow.
Or be introduced to truth to mature.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Alibis

Excused deceptions.
Yet deceptions used,
None the less.
That's what alibis are.

And those who revere alibis,
Pride as if prized...
For their quickness to tell lies.
Treating those who do not,
As losing fools.

And those who seem to be depicted,
As fools...
More than likely live better lives,
With few or no excuses to make to anyone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing From The Almighty Do I Hide

The journey taken I've made,
Is not paved with purity.
Nor are my experiences free...
From temptating transgressions.

My choice to live the life I've been given,
Is just that!
My choice.
And adventure I will...
No matter who voices 'what' opinion!

I alone face obstacles I am presented.
And when those consequences come...
I am not one to run away,
In denial or allow myself to be subjected...
To a trial of those self righteous in the hiding,
Of their deceits.
To have others believe they live lives,
Without mistakes made!

I have made many.
I am not complete.
I am a work in progress.
And My Creator knows this.
And 'nothing' from The Almighty do I hide!
Nor do I wish to make the attempt to do so.
I am too much in love with this spirit...
To try to convince my life lived is perfect!
It aint.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Purpose And Meaning

No one is obligated,
To shoulder another's burden.
Or protect them,
From a misinterpreted view of life.

We all are presented with challenges.
And beset with missions to accomplish.

There is a purpose and meaning,
For being who we are!
No one here has been created,
To do as they please and leave.

Our experiences should teach us that.
But many do not mature to achieve clarity.
Although seeking to be understood,
Seems to be a goal some choose...
To refuse a reality they have been specifically given!

There is a purpose and meaning,
For being who we are!
No one is obligated,
To shoulder another's burden.
Or be shown an escape route,
To glorify their pleasures!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Wave To Them A Goodbye

Once it has been discovered,
That more than a few...
Rather not be informed,
About what it is you do.
Or anything that may affect their lives.
And all they produce are excuses and alibis.

But insist on questioning to no one's surprise...
Why they have a lack of knowledge,
Of that which happens...
In their own neighborhoods?

There is no need to suggest,
Or recommend to them what is best.
Since stating they should spend less time,
At home alone gossipying on the telephone...
Will get you quickly a proclamation exclaming,
MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!
I have no interest,
In what you are proclaiming

And this,
You try.
But guess 'who' approaches?
Wanting to ask why...
You were mentioned to know,
More about something they recently overheard.
And 'if' this is so...
Why is it you didn't let them know! ?

Once it has been discovered,
That more than a few...
Rather not be informed,
About what it is you do.
Or anything that may affect their lives.
And all they produce are excuses and alibis.
Don't say anything,
Just wave to them a goodbye.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept Agendas Prioritized For Devilment

Many try to deny...
That demon that sits within them.
Hiding behind alibis disguised.
In church pews...
To bow,
Their embittered heads.
To mask their lies.

With truth sent away.
And blocked from regaining,
An entrance to stay.
Kept agendas prioritized for devilment...
Betrays the image,
Falsely on display.

Many try to deny...
That demon that sits within them.
Hiding behind alibis disguised.
In church pews...
To bow,
Their embittered heads.
To mask their lies.

And revenge with vindictiveness,
Sits in masquerade.
As hypocrites gather together...
Quoting from scriptures,
To protect their evil ways!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Obvious Child

Im accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe Im a dog whos lost its bite
I dont expect to be treated like a fool no more
I dont expect to sleep through the night
Some people say a lies a lies a lie
But I say why
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?
And in remembering a road sign
I am remembering a girl when I was young
And we said these songs are true
These days are ours
These tears are free
And hey
The cross is in the ballpark
The cross is in the ballpark
We had a lot of fun
We had a lot of money
We had a little son and we thought wed call him sonny
Sonny gets married and moves away
Sonny has a baby and bills to pay
Sonny gets sunnier
Day by day by day by day
Ive been waking up at sunrise
Ive been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
Some people say the sky is just the sky
But I say
Why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?
Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself
How its strange that some rooms are like cages
Sonnys yearbook from high school
Is down from the shelf
And he idly thumbs through the pages
Some have died
Some have fled from themselves
Or struggled from here to get there
Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls
Runs his hand through his thinning brown hair
Well Im accustomed to a smoother ride
Maybe Im a dog thats lost his bite
I dont expect to be treated like a fool no more
I dont expect to sleep the night
Some people say a lie is just a lie
But I say the cross is in the ballpark
Why deny the obvious child?

song performed by by Paul Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You Are Not Hardly Alone

If what is going on can not be seen...
There is no need to ask what's going on!
Go back to sleep!
It is obvious that is where your comfort protects.
Snuggled up against excuses and alibis!
And that's alright.
Keep your eyes closed.
You are not hardly alone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Not Faced To Rid

Kept to us most precious,
With claims that remain dear and treasured...
But ironically freed,
From those experiences we had agonized...
With tears to cry and the asking of God,
'Why me? '
And eventually with patience,
Those clouds we question begin to disappear.
With a clearing before us of brighter skies.

And yet doesn't it seem...
If it had not been for experiences,
No one wished to dream...
Few would deny if not faced to rid...
Those precious memories we now keep dear,
Could not be for us kept treasured to realize...
If we had not dried our eyes to decide,
Life and the living of it has its ups and downs.
Although many are found walking around with frowns.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mission Assigned To The Position

Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create.

Awakening each day,
As if with eyes of an innocent child...
Gets less difficult for the one,
Who has been committed to a life lived...
Not to be experienced by everyone to reconcile.

And those who sit believing,
This kind of mentality can be critiqued...
Are not living twenty four hours a day,
With a mind creating barely getting rest.
Only to momentarily 'allowed' to sleep.

Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create with focus.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is The Restriction To Limits I Resist

I see nothing wrong,
With anyone being idealistic.
It is the restriction to limits I resist.

And anyone voicing their opinion on this...
Would be hard pressed to convince me,
Of their experiences.

Especially If I suspect,
Their minds are closed to adventures.
And they reject a life with premeditated objections.

That is not living.
That is a fear to live.
What is the point of having the gift of life...
If someone hides from it,
To be convinced which way to live is right!

If I chose to be restricted,
I would first live,
To then create those ideals.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Limits

One life - never been a riddle
Black nights - live it to the max
Its all extremely done
No way - to colonise the middle
Ride hard - desperadoes at your back
Under a blood red sun
In this world - up to us
We stand or we fall - yeah
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits - no limits all the way
Gear up - life is what we make it
Rock hard - shaft it to the top
Weve only just begun
Suns up - were gonna do some shakin
Break out - we give it all we got
Make way cause here we come
In this world we decide
To answer the call - yeah
We got no limits, ...
Power n riches n rank
Mean nothing at all
Render the game to the en
Once and for all - once and for all - yeah
We got no limits, ...
We got no limits - no hideaway
We got no limits - live today
We got no limits - the way to stay
We got no limits
Evrybody live the life

song performed by by U. D. O.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To me, 'Fearless' is not the absense of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, 'Fearless' is having fears. 'Fearless' is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, 'Fearless' is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.

quote by Taylor Swift
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The Brewing Scent Of Freshly Made Coffee

It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
From observation, felt and experienced as presented...
That those who use other than truth to tell,
Actually are not convinced others are aware they lie.
Since alibis and excuses behind which they hide,
Has been something done to do all of their lives.
And their delusions have become their defense mechanisms.

But today,
Those embellishments exaggerated are easily chased away.
And facing consequences as a result of their defenses,
Has created their dilemmas and conflicts with their entitlements.

Some people will create right in the face of others,
There own versions of what is going on.
With eyes are pure as those seen coming from children.
And this isn't given as an option to express,
Their difference of opinion to address.
This comes from refusing to accept the absence of alternatives.
And what has taken place is immediately from them mentally erased.
Leaving feelings of abandonment,
By those who have been fantasized all their lives.
That is why they protest with a nonacceptance of a reality that is!
Although those realities as they are have never before to them been felt.

And no one seems to acknowledge,
The brewing scent of freshly made coffee...
There!
And everywhere in the air for all to get a deep whiff of it.

'That 'smell'?
What is it? '

~I have not a clue.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few Can Pick Them To Then Run

How can one live without risks.
Or prevent risks to exist.
Risk taking is a part of this life lived,
As it is...
For everyone.

Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.

Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.

How can one live without risks.
Or prevent risks to exist.
Risk taking is a part of this life lived,
As it is...
For everyone.

Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.

Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.

Living life is taking risks.
And no one living can resist...
Those risks.

Few can pick them to then run,
From those risks.
Few can pick them to then run,
From those risks.
Few can pick them to then run...
To be undone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tomorrow Is My Turn

Though some may reach for the stars
Others will end behind bars
What the future has in store no one ever knows before
Yet we would all like the right to find the key to success
That elusive ray of light that will lead to happiness
Tomorrow is my turn
No more doubts no more fears
Tomorrow is my turn
When my luck is returning
All these years I?e been learning to save fingers from burning
Tomorrow is my turn
No more doubts no more fears
Tomorrow is my turn to receive without giving
Make life worth living
Now it? my life I? living
My only concern for tomorrow is my turn
Now the summer is gone, there? another to come
You can? stop years from drifting by even if you want to try
Though time may help you forget all that has happened before
But honey it? too late to regret what is gone will be no more
Tomorrow is my turn
When my luck is returning
All these years I?e been learning to save fingers from burning
Tomorrow is my turn
No more doubts no more fears
Tomorrow is my turn to receive without giving
Make life worth living
Now it? my life I? living
My only concern for tomorrow is my turn

song performed by by Nina Simone
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Slipping of Meet Notes

Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!

Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!

In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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