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Mistakes Are Expected To Be Made

Would it be worth it to reverse and redo,
Those mistakes I've made along the way?
For purposes to correct,
What today I am better to convey?
With a maturity that is assured.
And with a humility I've learned to display?

Many times I have thought about this.
As I reminisced those lessons,
I should have grasped but dismissed.

And IF it was a possibility,
To correct and perfect my blemishes...
Flaws and imperfections,
Others inspected and criticized!
My life would not be as fulfilling.
Since my time would be occupied...
With making excuses and creating alibis.
And I would have been limited to sit in fear.

And I thank God,
It was not the fear of obstacles...
That have kept my steps blessed.
It was faith and prayer that made me aware...
I was just one of many artists,
Assigned to do my part...
To add onto this living canvas,
We've come to call life to live and give.

And mistakes are expected to be made.
With attempts in the wrong direction,
Only God forgives if we ask of Her or Him...
Or Both,
To be forgiven!

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Many Mistakes By Them Were Made

Now they want to say,
Many mistakes by them were made.
As if a stumbling along the way,
Did not scream to get their attention.

And those who were there to prevent their despair,
Are now solicited for their suggestions to mention.
But that energy dismissed,
No longer lingers in the air from lips who cared.

Many mistakes by them were made.
And today they make attempts to correct their own nonsense,
But aren't lessons learned when the choice is made to listen?
And not when one decides a time lost can be revived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live I Did and Still Do

Wrong I may have been,
When decisions then were made.
From a past I believed to live right,
As I perceived my life to be.
As was lived cautiously,
With a thoughtful insight...
Kept protectively within me.

But I will not fight against,
Those who hold...
Old and fixed defenses.
With an irreplaceable stubbornness.
As if mistakes I've made,
I have not learned from and still exist.

Wrong I may have been,
When decidions then were made.
But back then when I made them,
Living my life...
Whether others felt I was wrong or right,
Live I did.
And still do to improve.
Excuses made for what I've done...
Will not change a thing for anyone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erasers

Erasers so pink and perfect
removing all the mistakes and imperfections one has made
banishing anything less than perfect with firm yet soft strokes
leaving no trace of the previous misdoings
except small pink remnants

if only life had its own big pink erasers
taking away all mistakes and imperfections
making it seeming as though-
there was nothing less than perfect

erasers so pink and perfect
removing all the mistakes and imperfections one has made
banishing anything less than perfect
leaving no trace of the previous misdoings
expect small pink remnants

if only life had its own eraser
removing all the mistakes and imperfections one has made
if only life had its own
big
pink
erasers

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Like You I Am A Human Too

I've made it clear I do not fear,
Obstacles appearing to be near.
Although I use to manifest a resistance,
With a distance kept persisted.

And my mind is not delayed,
To replay mistakes I've made.
Knowing that it took a lot to do,
Since like you I am a human too!

And at times I can get nervous...
With a purpose that I service.
But I don't allow my feet,
To freeze my movement in defeat.

Nor will I sit and brood,
Like any loser who excuses what they do!

I've made it clear I do not fear,
Obstacles appearing to be near.
Although I use to manifest a resistance,
With a distance kept persisted.

And my mind is not delayed,
To replay mistakes I've made.
Knowing that it took a lot to do,
Since like you I am a human too!

And I might boo-hoo,
But none will I do around you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Is The Deal

Here is the deal.
I am not afraid to give.
Nor make foolish mistakes.
Sometimes done,
To immediately redo.
With no excuses made,
Like some choose to!

But absent are your offerings.
With whispers overheard.
With a quick exit in charade.
As if to escape.
Is that your purpose to prove,
You can scrutinize as you do.
Then leave when you're through?

Here is the deal.
I am not afraid to give.
Nor make foolish mistakes.
Sometimes done,
To immediately redo.
With no excuses made,
Like some choose to!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflected Perception of Satisfactions

Life is much more,
Than the limitations given.
And those who chose not to see life that way?
It is okay to leave them convinced...
They are a reflected perception of satisfactions,
Sometimes there to please.
And most times delivering to them blemishes,
Found to compare an awareness of flaws!
They wish to correct...
With further imperfections!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are 'Your' Specifics?

So much easier it is,
To attack one who achieves with a doing done.
Than it is to criticize that one who does this,
To impress with plans to do.

And...
With only the evidence one who judges can produce,
Of mistakes another has made in the process...
To the making of attempts to correct those mistakes,
In a public manner to have those errors addressed.

And yet with audacity an honesty is confessed.
To have it perceived the one who critiques...
Is the best one anyone should choose and select,
To represent the very of their interests.

'Yes...
Your ideas are worth a giving of attention.
But,
What are your specifics? '

~That has yet to be determined.
However...
I can promise you when elected,
You will 'then' know what my plans have been.~

'Do you have more than pictures,
And posters with slogans to show us? '

~Of course.
That too you will be given an opportunity to see.
But today my priority is to convince you,
What I offer is a better solution.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Got to Knock Those Fences Down

We've got to knock,
Those fences down!
And every opposition,
Creating tensions mentioned.

Those defenses we keep hanging around...
Gotta be knocked knocked knocked to the ground.
Minimizing mistakes once made.
And lay purpose to correct our ways.

They will stand up in dismay,
To say they dislike what is said.
Those feeble beavers.
Munching on foundations.
Degrading with fixations...
To increase their greed,
Feeding sickened mentalities.

While some choose to sniff for floral scents...
Refusing to acknowledge,
The presence of decadence.
Hoping to get as high as possible...
On pretense and attempts,
For meaningless attention.

Those defenses we keep hanging around...
Gotta be knocked knocked knocked to the ground.
Minimizing mistakes once made.
And lay purpose to correct our ways.

We've got to knock,
Those fences down!
And every opposition,
Creating tensions mentioned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Do Make Mistakes

Sometimes people do make mistakes.
I've made some.
And who has not made a few?
But not knowingly at the expense of others.

And those who excuse these activities done,
As errors made unconsciously...
With proclamations for a wish to be forgiven,
Need to know how it feels to receive payback.

Directed and unmistakable.
And inflicted with the ease in which they were made.
With a consciousness applied and lessons taught.
To awaken anyone daring to use these excuses in the future.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.

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When One Is Young

When one is young,
Growing seems so slow...
The days go on forever.
And the nights are there to never,
Appear to go.

When one is young,
It seems no one will listen...
The adults seem to dismiss,
Whatever the young wants to know.

When,
One is young...
They think that they can get,
Anything that they wish.
No matter who delivers..
They want it quick.

And when one is young...
Life is not so precious.
And patience is not there...
When one is young.

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
Without direction there!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listening To My Father's Wishes

Never will I accept or believe,
A truth that keeps fear within reach...
Is a reality I will choose to live.
To feel hunted with a haunting,
As if I am a fugitive.

Nor will I find it my duty to seek a weekly dosage...
Of a forgiveness bestowed if I followed on a path,
That releases me of guilt if I professed sins committed.
To feel free again to repeat,
The moment a new week begins.

But I do and will acknowledge,
A gift of life I have been given.

And if I live my life in the making of mistakes...
The Creator who has made it all possible,
Will know immediately how to correct my efforts.
With a direct affecting in my heart to make known,
The path that I travel is not journeyed alone!

If I feared with tears and those obstacles that appear,
What progress will I make to appreciate this experience?
Listening to my Creator's wishes,
Is all I need to condone to live a life my Crerator owns.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Come Out Swinging!

I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.

I've waited too long,
To correct many wrongs.
Those of which...
A stagnation was pitched.
To find me in a pity.
Lost in a deep darkened ditch.

I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.

Nor do I need a pat on my back.
From those who choose to use deception...
As a means to expose my imperfections.

I was the first,
To recognize my blemishes and flaws.
Now I stand at bat.
To hit homeruns,
And dropp disparaging jaws in awe!

I come out swinging!
I don't need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate...
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is 'rapped'.

Or give attention to shallow attempts
To mar my presence...
As one less honorable,
Than the one I've been blessed...
With a gratefulness to create.
And strengthened by obstacles that test,
By those who believed my abilities fake.

'Stand back fools.
You seek to dim my natural light.
Okay...
Give me what you've got!
But never make attempts again...
To keep my journey blocked,
With your nonsense and foolish whims.
About 'that'...
I am not!
I am about business.
My business!

Call this vanity if you wish.
Whatever the time you have to waste to do it...
Do it!
And be dismissed,
And quick! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zero. None. Zilch To Erase 'Nots

If I thought of my past mistakes made,
As a prevention of making more...
I'd be afraid to live my life,
To continue to explore the unknown.

And adventuring my life,
With the pursuit to break barriers...
And face obstacles on my path,
Making attempts to limit my footsteps...
Is not my perspective in living my life I have.
Not from a restricted point of view?

Zero. None. Zilch to erase 'nots' with 'cans'.
To replace with an updated agenda.
I've done too much weeping,
To discover a doing of it alone.
I wasn't born to carry burdens on my back.
I am not a collector of sorrows.

Some feel obligated to do that.
I'm not loyal to such obligations.
And I know this!
Since that has been tried to dry clear eyes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Happen For Their Reasons

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.

Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.

Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.

And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.

Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deeds Done They Do To Leave

Don't you believe people make mistakes?
And should be forgiven for those they make?

'Sure.
I've made quite a few myself.
And not one did I make,
Was an intention to undermine someone else,
Consciously.

Nor did I,
With a premeditation done...
Inflict sorrow on anyone.

Those are not 'mistakes'.
That is a remorse received for a thing done,
Now bringing feelings of guilt and grief.

Feelings of guilt that brings one grief,
Is a payback.
And those are divinely distributed.

Mistakes can be corrected.
Heartaches and 'breaks'...
Are way beyond my jurisdiction to mend.
They require much prayer and faith.
And that is what I have relied on to keep my head up,
To protect from those of destructive forces.

So those who choose to say,
They should be forgiven for making mistakes.
And expect a forgiveness done...
Are 'consciously' approving their own devious activities.
That is the way I see deeds done they do to leave.
With expectations to continue their deceptions.
After an appropriate forgiveness has been delivered.'
Those are not mistakes.
And there is quite a difference.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To Opposition

I've grown accustomed to opposition.
As well as foolish maneuvers.
And those who object to those positions I have taken.

Nor will I apologize with regrets for those forward steps,
I chose to make that tested my faith.
And admit I do,
To the making of mistakes!

But obstacles and the fear of them,
I could not allow to slow my pace.
And those who choose to procrastinate,
With a hesitating done?
Well...
I perceive as being committed to wasting time.
And time as we live it as lived is not guaranteed to anyone,
To just sit back to see it come to leave.

I've grown accustomed to opposition.
But you know what?
I am here to participate and experience my life.
What others choose with a priority to do with their own,
I refuse to let their choices made get in my way.
I am not prone to the seeking of acceptance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Correct Me If I Am Wrong

I am to stop my own progress.
To aid you in the taking of your steps.
And when you have elected,
To achieve what it is you need...
You will leave,
To proceed in another direction?
With the taking away from me,
My energy?
With a doing done that leaves,
Me with a lesser energy?

Who is going to assist,
With the replenishing of my needs?
You?
Or am I left to do that on my own?

Correct me if I am wrong.
Will you or will you not...
Take from me,
Only to have it dawn on me...
You have no interest in my needs.
And you have gone.

Correct me if I am wrong.
I've already learned those lessons.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Casting One's Own Shadow

Call your trip whatever you wish.
I've learned not to debate, argue...
Or 'franchise' anyone's opinion,
As if to make mine!
Nor do I agree to evaluate...
Someone's statement,
Whether a line given to solicit...
An opinion I've given in anything I've written.

I've learned an exchange of experiences,
Is not a possibility.
And I've learned this by listening.
And this many people seldom do.

I've been up and down too many times,
To discover my own comprehension...
About life.
My life and how 'my' life is connected.

When I found criticisms made of me by others...
'Added' to my understanding,
If right, wrong or indifferent when given...
I still had to brush my own teeth.
Walk on my own two feet!
And be accountable for my own actions.

I stopped making excuses,
When they began not to make sense to me.
I spent more time defending myself...
Instead of living my life.
And I began to do that...
When I started to appreciate myself.

And 'if' I was to give my advice to anyone...
AND...
I did say 'if'.
I would say this...
If anyone finds they are seeking acceptance,
On a path they have chosen to take...
It is not a path they have chosen.
How can it be?

How can someone declare something theirs,
When others can do the same thing thing?
If voices can be heard?
Footprints can be seen?
And the path one takes has already been paved?
That is following...
Not casting,
One's own shadow!

I do not wish,
I demand people to get out of my light.
What would be the point,
If I am patiently waiting for someone else to decide...
Whether or not they want to move out of it?
That kind of time I am not giving to anyone!
Period.

I've learned many lessons.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Judge Me Not For Mistakes I've Made

Judge me not,
For...
Mistakes I've made,
Because...
I had to grow up too.
One day you will discover...
Growing up is not a thing,
Easy to do.

No one living can ever escape,
From mistakes everyday made.
And no one living can ever replace,
A time long gone.

Judge me not,
For...
Mistakes I've made,
Because...
I had to grow up too.
One day you will discover...
Growing up is not a thing,
Easy to do.

No one living can ever escape,
From mistakes everyday made.
And no one living can ever replace,
A time long gone.

No one living can ever escape,
From mistakes everyday made.
And no one living can ever replace,
A time long gone.

Judge me not for mistakes I've made.
A yesterday lived can not be erased.
Judge me not for mistakes I've made.
Look at me for who I am and today!

Judge me not for mistakes I've made.
A yesterday lived can not be erased.
So judge me not for mistakes I've made.
Look at me for who I am and today!

No one living can ever escape,
From mistakes everyday made.
And no one living can ever replace,
A time long gone.

So judge me not for mistakes I've made.
A yesterday lived can not be erased.
So judge me not for mistakes I've made.
Look at me for who I am and today!
Look at me for who I am and today!
Look at me for who I am and today!
A yesterday lived can not be erased.
So judge me not for mistakes I've made.

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