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My Leaving To Exit Is Swift

I had been anxious to please.
With a need to do this,
For someone loved.
For someone I thought,
Would appreciate...
My unconditional giving of it.

But taken for granted,
Is not a wish I lived with...
In a quiet desperation.

I am not seeking from anyone...
Fresh oxygen to breathe.
As if from anyone I have this need.
I am quick to stay away,
From polluted air.
And any hint of it I sniff.

I will not tolerate it,
In an atmosphere I share.
My leaving to exit is swift!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desires to Leave An Imprint Scented

Would you get off of my perceived ego, please?
Your meanderings smothers the air.
With an impressive intellect...
That leaves the atmosphere,
Too polluted to breathe.

At least I tease.
But you...
Have desires to leave an imprint scented.
And both of us are barely paying rent.

Here's a hint...
When you begin to pay my bills,
I'll then respect your perceptions.
With allowances for you to vent,
Anytime at 'your' expense.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can’t Breathe This Greed Industrialization

atmosphere
provide
oxygen

atmosphere
provide
carbon dioxide

atmosphere provide
for plants animals
seal in an ecosystem

atmosphere
guardian part
of water cycle

complex interactions
elements in atmosphere
without atmosphere

there would
be possible
no life at all

give me a little
of my God given air
of my God created air

give me a little
so i may breathe in renewed
complex wonder of creation

pollution sticks in my throat
burns eyes throat burns
mankind is burning creation

can’t breathe this
greed
industrialization

give
me less greenhouse
gases

earth pump
as God created
engineered

give me
a little
clean air

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Our Lives Are On Different Journeys

Look...
Let's make this an agreement,
Okay.

If you are feeling miserable and feeling pitiful.
And we happen to cross each other's paths,
In public.
No offense should you take IF...
I just don't want you walking next to me.
I don't want the air that I breathe,
Or the atmosphere surrounding me polluted...
By any hint of approaching negativity.

And,
If we can...
Understand that between us,
We will always generate respect...
Knowing our lives are on different journeys.
And maybe one day,
You and I can sit and discuss our experiences.

However,
Right now...
Our boats are not floating,
On the same wavelength intended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once You've Picked Your Ticket

Once you've picked your ticket,
And there is a magic felt with it...
That's the ticket for you that fits.
One picked better than none,
To leave a numbing to overcome.
Take this ticket with you and run.

Exit from others who choose to bicker,
As if this makes their lives lived...
Done richer yet sickens a thickened,
And 'bummed' out atmosphere.
But you can clear the air you breathe,
By a counting from ten to one...then flee.

Once you've picked your ticket,
And there is a magic felt with it...
Exit from others who choose to bicker,
As if this makes their lives lived richer.
You can clear the air you breathe instantly,
By a counting from ten to one...then flee.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving Up Should Be A Thought To Rid

Giving up should never be an option,
For anyone...
With more to be done.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

Giving up should never be an option,
For anyone...
With more to be done.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

People who've been spoiled haven't lived,
To know all there is...
About life.
To let it quickly fizzle into an abyss.
It's about risks!
That's what life is!

Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

People who've been spoiled haven't lived,
To know all there is...
About life.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

Giving up should never be an option,
For anyone...
With more to be done.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

People who've been spoiled haven't lived,
To know that living life is taking risks.
And...
Giving up should never be an option,
For anyone...
With more to be done.
Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

Giving up should never be considered.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.
Giving up should be a thought to rid.
Yes,
Giving up should be a thought to rid.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaving You With That to Ponder

You STILL wouldn't 'get it'.
Even IF the directions,
Were drawn using neon crayons
Pointing to the exit...
From a darkened cavern.
To lift you into heights,
Where fresh air aids the thought process.
You still wouldn't get it.

You would wonder 'why' I chose the color 'yellow'.
And you prefer a 'forest green' with a hint of 'blue'.
With wisps of gray to give the image of mist!
And giving that an appearance of dew drifting away,
As the morning Sun rises to sparkle upon the horizon!

And that is why you have been left,
To ponder that decision made.
As the light dims upon your comprehension.
If that is noticed at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Placed Within This Festival of Vision

Did you believe,
The giving of the spectrum done...
Was created to provide your enjoyment only?
To satisfy the gratifying sense of flesh.
Until the escaping depth of breath,
Comes to quiet in cycles of death...
All that now and has lived,
Rushes into a silence that forgets
With buried experiences!

Here we are...
Placed within this festival of vision.
Given to partake and share,
This Cosmos...
Mystique le magnifique, n'est pas? Oui!
Et c'est si bon.

Traveling...
You and I,
Suspended in dimensions of life.
To sparkle in brilliant light.
Discovering,
As we gaze upon the stars and moon.
Sun bright give us life we live here...
On a sphere of Earth that allows a birthing,
Of our imaginations.
To dance and whisper sweet wishes,
Granted.

And it is so clear,
The works of God has spoiled our involvement.
To expect this spectrum ever evolving...
Will endure a disrespect of its greatness.

We are just but specks undetected...
Beyond this atmosphere.
Cloaked but evoking wonder.
And yet we wish to magnify the affects,
Of our infestation!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Terrified I Am to Commit Again

I think of it and try,
Not to show how utterly terrified I am...
To commit again to unconditional love.
But it is without conditions and prerequisites,
I wish for it!

Maturity is there.
And my heart searches seeking.
But the act of it...
Stays a reluctant fixture in my head.

Suppose my love is actually shared?
And a committment I am afraid to receive,
Is dared by someone with devotion to spare.
Suppose the love I give,
Is returned without thought.
And I am aware,
What is there is no longer sought!

I think of it and try,
Not to show how utterly terrified I am...
To commit again to unconditional love.

And I do not want to appear to be fickled.
Afterall I am at the age,
Where the gray in my hair...
More than testifies I have lived nine lives.
And appearances have arrived,
To prevent denial without my lips to lie.

But I...
Do think of it and try,
Not to show how utterly terrified I am...
To commit again to unconditional love.
But it is without conditions and prerequisites,
I wish for it!

And I do admit,
I am seeking someone to convince me...
I am on that side of time,
When the ticking of the tock heard from my clock...
Is no longer energized by sustained youth,
On watch with anticipated patience.

I'm looking for an express delivery these days.
And willing to change if...if,
Well...
We'll see!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wherever That 'Overthereness' May Be

Pray on knees for their answers to come.
And when they eventually arrive,
They become offended and wish to hide.
And in large numbers are many people like this.
On their knees...
Seeking.

Begged to have honesty and truth told to them.
And when spouses, family members and friends,
Give it to them without restrictions...
Feelings are hurt.
And all communication between them ends!
A pouting begins as if they are little children.

And those who have lived through this experience,
Do not hesitate at all to sever themselves quick...
From any hint of conflict reeking from immaturity.

And often very cordial,
Are those who have lived through this experience.
And less involved in others' affairs.
With a protectiveness of their happiness.
And at a distance to keep it as it is.

Acknowledging nothing is going to hinder,
What is theirs that has been earned.
With a keeping of others away and over...'there'!
Wherever that 'overthereness' may be!
With a determination to protect a peace received.
And not to get what they've got nitpicked.

'You stay right where you are.
And keep that 'overthereness' to yourself.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Stay Put

Up to the end of the year stay put,
Living in a twist of the atmosphere, stay put.

I gather words and breath of oxygen,
Indeed the stay on Earth is to adhere, stay put.

My empire needs growing every day,
This garden of the soul can appear and stay put.

The air is eerie and cool, once a day,
The nights are clear with the biosphere, they stay put.

The slumber of ooze is such that the night is dear,
When years function I am absent with beer, just stay put.

You must decide the life to fetch and burrow,
A year takes shape, my enemy is to disappear, I still stay put.

poem by Naveed Akram
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I May Play Aound With My Own Gifts

I remember once,
Of having the nature of giving.
And enthusiastic,
By the mere participation...
In the doing of it.

But when I heard from others' lips,
I should not expect most...
To feel that same way.
And there I was in heated sweat...
With the giving of myself,
Assisting them?
With the expanding,
Of their expressed creativeness.

Someone wasn't getting what I had attempted,
To enlist.
Someone attempted to take my experiences,
And make a mockery of it.

And when I discovered being looked upon,
As a fool for doing this! ?
There were no long goodbyes with sighs.
My eyes I placed on an exit.
And I through that exit I went quick.

I may play aound with my own gifts.
But for others to do it?
That's not allowed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaving Home Aint Easy

I take a step outside
And I breathe the air
And I slam the door
And Im on my way
I wont lay no blame
I wont call you names
cause Ive made my break
And I wont look back
Ive turned my back
On those endless games
Im all through with ties
Im all tired of tears
Im a happy man
Dont it look that way?
Shaking dust from my shoes
Theres a road ahead
And theres no way back home
Ohh but I have
Leaving home aint easy
Oh I never thought it would be easy
Leaving on your own
Oh is the main thing calling me back?
Leaving home aint easy
On the one your leaving home
Stay my love my love please stay
Stray my love whats wrong my love?
Whats right my love?
Ohh leaving home aint easy
I thought how could I think of leaving
Leaving on your own
Still trying to persuade me that
Leaving home aint necessary
Leave the only way
Leaving home aint easy
But may be the only way

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Dependence On Negativity

Your demons have you convinced,
The life you live without me...
Would be better spent,
Not listening!

And the benefit from this,
Affords you to live...
A life lived without comprehension.
One acheived without common sense!

Follow I do your movements from the sidelines.
Hoping one day you will awaken to find...
Wasting time trying to redefine,
How to accept me in your mind...
Has limited you to doubt and misunderstanding.

Deception based upon your perception,
I have plans to manipulate your independence...
Is that continuous inner dialogue you keep,
With your belief a dependency on negativity relieves!
It is you not me living day to day in desperation.

However...
It is your happiness that has been blocked,
And confined.
Not mine!
That is the only freedom I know...
I have here to share with fresh air to breathe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sitting As If Fresh Flowers

Sometimes the answers,
Are not compatible...
To the questions asked.
When thoughts are uncertain.

But times pass.
And there those answers are.
Sitting as if fresh flowers,
Noticed.
When Sunlight blocked...
Is invited by opened curtains.

Blooming.
Scented and ready to pick.
Sniffed.
By someone wishing to hold them close.
With an understanding of this...
Coming as it does unresisted and quick.

Delighted they are able,
To appreciate them being there.
And their presence somehow,
Now...
Made more aware!
Like the clearing of the atmosphere.
When a polluted sourness,
Is removed from the air.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lover's PLEA

I never thought i would feel this way
But now that you're leaving
There is nothing i can do to make you stay
I took you for granted and now i have to pay the price
You loved me and i broke your heart with all my lies
Now those same lies are bringing tears to my eyes
And god knows i never meant to hurt you
I was just too blind to realize
How much you reaaly meant to me
But now all the pain nas materialized
I ask not for your sympathy
But for a chance to say i am sorry

poem by Lance Descartes
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Quick

Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.

Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.

Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.

Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thank You GOD

Unconditional love is so hard…
When you know it's best…
It is a job never the less…
"An all working job"…

No wonder…(GOD is GOD) …
The CREATOR of all that creates…
Unconditional love needs a power…
Powerful enough to cover all the bases…
GOD is that ACE…
Unconditional love…is a PLACE…
As humans we try to be that…
Oak tree but the family winds…
Blow much harder then we expect…
So (we ourselves) call upon HIS… unconditional love…
As to help us…give unconditional love…
Family, friends, and lovers…
Pull at you from all sides…
Until you are about to explode…
But…GOD…yes…GOD…easiest that load…
HIS unconditional love for you or me…
Helps ease the confusion…
You then realize the delusion…
Unconditional love is the…solution…
GOD BLESSINGS… keeps one from doing some crazy things…
No matter how hard the fight…
Or color of the plight…
Stay on track….unconditional love is (The) light…

[email protected]

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Speaking Now Out Loud But Then Unspoken

Too many living in unrested desperation.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
Too many living in arrested situations.
And many who have lived it have grown tired,
And they grieve.

But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And no one wants to keep their own delusions detached.
Many want to share how they are busted and broken.
And some just want treatment like 'elites'.
Speaking now out loud but then unspoken.

Too many living in unrested desperation.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
Too many living in arrested situations.
And many who have lived it have grown tired,
And they grieve.

But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And giving up their hopes and treasured beliefs.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
Many have grown tired and they grieve.
But no one wants to leave their minds open.
And some just wish to live as if stiff upper lip 'elites'.
Speaking now out loud but then unspoken.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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C-ya!

Do you think for one moment,
I would stay to tolerate your mess?
Did you think my patience would last forever?
And I would let you test me without protest.

Did you think my understanding,
Was boundless for you to disrespect?
Do you really believe I was foolish enough,
To let you walk over me,
With an emphasis placed on every step?

You have chosen this way to relate.
I have chosen to exercise my own fate.
To listen and learn and know when to escape.
And you I have chosen to witness...
This exit from you that I make.
Now!

You have used up all my 'see-you-laters'...
For an exit I have chosen to do right now!

C-ya!
For you there are no 'laters' left!
They are gone.
Just as if you did not exist.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soft and Tenderly

Soft and tenderly,
A breeze comes to me...
And then it leaves.
Quick and fresh it is.
Taking me within in its midst,
Ever gently.
Cool, fresh and sweet...
Then it goes.

How it flows to tease with blowing,
No one knows.

The sky clear and crisp.
As my eyes lift to witness,
The Sun rise and glow.
The birth of this day...
Has a peaceful way to say,
Share this and grow.
A wealth of Spring begins,
And I sing without end...
A melody that is soft,
With a tenderness I seldom show.

Soft and tenderly,
A breeze comes to me...
And then it leaves.
Quick and fresh it is.
Taking me within in its midst,
Ever gently.
How it flows to tease with blowing,
No one knows.

And I'm glad to sit as it drifts,
Unresisting the giving,
It bestows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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