Not Afraid to Yell for Help
Who and what I am...
I am.
I have not spent my life,
Being anyone else.
Except when in the role of 'acting'.
And once I studied to do that well...
It was suspected I was doing that,
ALL the time.
Especially by those who knew nothing,
About that field of my creative endeavors.
Who and what I am...
I am.
Inquisitive and observant.
Empathetic but not too emotional.
My sister Mim and my mom,
Were the only ones who ever saw me cry.
And they are Virgos!
That's all I am saying about that!
I just know it has been my experience,
To observe the 'workings' of Virgos.
Oh, they can work up those emotions.
And be very dramatic about it!
And those two 'emoted' me for thrills,
With their no nonsense approach.
I guess!
Whatever they do...
It works. For me, anyway.
I hold them responsible for any success,
I've achieved.
And...
They have 'high' standards.
I've been blessed,
To have had some great teachers in my life.
Plus,
I 'had' this innocent, inexperienced presence.
So that too attracted unsolicited 'teachings'.
Of all kinds.
God knows better than I,
How He does what gets done.
I just obey!
Well...
I make attempts.
And as long as I know God has my back...
Attempts will be made to test fresh waters.
And I am not afraid to yell for 'help',
If I get into something that is going to be too deep!
Or over my head.
Walking in faith,
Allows the 'what' and 'how' of the 'who' I am...
Be 'me'.
And with all of that going on?
I am spoiled and quite stubborn.
I don't buy into that...
'It's either my way or the highway' BS either.
I've walked many a road,
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Your Presence Alone
Wherever you are going,
I am happy...
To have chanced upon your presence.
And it was here.
It is a thrill to remember.
You are full of life,
And irrestible energy.
The light within you is so bright,
It's radiance glows around you.
To witness it,
I know I've been blessed.
But if I may make one suggestion?
Do you see those untrimmed hedges,
Surrounding those wilting trees?
Do not make any attempts,
To add your sparkle to them.
Why?
I've seen attempts made in the past.
By those attracted to their sadness.
But around these parts...
Those attempts made will be resented.
Trust me.
What you see...
Most folks around here regard,
As their motivation.
Wherever you are going,
I am happy...
To have chanced upon your presence.
And it was here.
However,
Let me make this clear...
Do not spend years trying to convince anyone,
What you bring to offer...
Is inspiring and to their benefit!
Just your presence alone,
Poses to them a threat.
'You shouldn't be so negative.'
Negative?
You have no idea how positive I am.
I am one of few around here,
Willing to express the truth.
You stay here long enough,
You will find that out for yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clarity Achieved Is Refreshing!
You deal with the semantics,
Of language use.
Deal with the perfection of corrected,
Presentation.
With ideals of that pursued.
Deal with the acceptance between,
That which is offensive...
And what is in good taste.
As I live my life not fearing to make mistakes.
Since I have not agreed to any contract,
That places my movements and choices made...
Above anyone who chooses to be analytical.
And a setting done on a determined right track.
Although those perceptions change on a daily basis.
I refuse to become subdued by limitations,
Regardless of who believes I should...
To please a confused conformity.
Lostt in ever thickening deep woods.
All trees does not one forest make!
And I do not assume what i see is a forest.
If I have yet to experience it!
I am here to journey on a path,
I have never experience before!
And I will do just that,
As long as this gift of life I have lasts.
Is there anything else you perceive,
Needs from me...
A clarification?
If not...
I will not be wasting time,
Trying to define my life for anyone.
Or make attempts to re-route my steps,
For anyone who has not blessed me...
With the breath God has granted me to breathe.
Have I achieved for 'you' any clarity?
Believe me...
Clarity achieved is refreshing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relax. Just Observe It For What It Is
Please.
Can you assist me?
'I will do the best I can.
What is it that you seek? '
I am trying to make some sense,
Out of what's going on.
Can you tell me where it is I can go,
To begin with my efforts?
'Oh.
I can tell you many places to go.
But.
The only suggestion I can give,
Is try not to make any attempts at all.
That's right.
Pretending to go along with whatever is going on,
Will be the best solution.
Just observe it for what it is.
Trying to stand out,
As one being accountable for your actions...
Is not a healthy way to live.
Afterall
Who would understand this?
And today
People are easily offended by anyone,
Making attempts to be responsible.
Relax.
Just observe it for what it is.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Highway of life
From the moment you are born you are totally unaware
That you are driving on a highway of life, nobody knows where
On a highway of life there is no sign
To show who's responsible for its design
There are only two rules, that I enforce
You cannot stop, you cannot drive in reverse
Drinking and driving make your speed to increase
On the highway of life there is no police
Driving fast is fun and all
You shall never be late to your own funeral
I may have to correct what I said before
You are not a driver and therefore
As a passenger you have even less control
Less desire and insensitive to achieve my goal
To achieve first goal is to become aware
That the highway of life is a road to nowhere
A question like this would often arise
If I achieved the goal, where is my prize?
The goals are fuzzy, the end's not in sight
For as long as you can just enjoy the ride!
The next step is even more crazy
You have to rip the cord and make an exit
If you did well your homework
Accept my congratulations, I will stop the clock
You can go back, you can have some rest
Time no longer exist… You have passed the test!
poem by Slava Olchevski
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Those Who Laughed With Time To Waste
I never sought to be taken for a fool.
But there were those foolish enough,
Not to believe I was serious.
And perhaps that seriousness,
Had been misinterpreted.
And I have never elected,
To see them in that way.
Anyone making attempts,
To express their gifts and talents...
With intent,
Gained my respect.
Since I knew what that took.
I knew too well what that meant.
With those comments made by some and done,
And time that has come many have tried to shun...
I still have not been the one to evaluate.
A progress made.
However...
Few I knew have made great strides.
While those who laughed with time to waste...
Seem to have vanished to other places,
To grace their faces with fates they've faked.
Or wish to make attempts to do it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Blessed Am I
How blessed am I for being born
Of parents good and God-fearing!
How blessed am I for siblings nine
Who made my childhood truly great!
How blessed am I for being made
Handsome and healthy, fair and hale!
How blessed am I for gaining ken
And virtues, wisdom, fortitude!
How blessed am I for being reared
So well by parents dutiful!
How blessed am I for achievements
Quite praiseworthy in life on earth!
How blessed am I for having fared
So well in life in every field!
How blessed am I for talents, gifts
That most men cannot dream to have!
How blessed am I for miracles
That gave my life a newer lease!
How blessed am I for finding time
To thank and praise the Almighty!
How blessed am I for grace of God
That goads me on in heaven’s road!
How blessed am I for everything
God gave me amply in His time!
How blessed am I for love of God
That chose me to be Christian!
How blessed am I for hope and faith
That help me follow Jesus’ steps!
How blessed am I for poesy
That made my life stress-free, worthwhile!
How blessed am I for God’s with me
And I’m with Him in earthly life!
poem by John Celes
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Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On a One To One Need To Know Basis
The more I feel out of place...
The more conscious I've become of my surroundings.
And I know I'm not the only one feeling this way.
I make attempts not to appear too obvious.
Some are not so discreet.
I've noticed others having complete conversations,
With two and sometimes three people.
And they are walking along the streets by themselves.
Using hand gestures and stuff like that.
Having arguments with benches and trees.
Trying their best to fit in.
Me?
That kind of strategy is too creative.
Hey...
What works for some,
Doesn't for 'all'.
That's my motto.
I use an entirely different approach.
I have a cellphone I hold to my ear.
I pretend I'm receiving calls!
I like to keep my discussions on a one to one,
Need to know basis.
And no one suspects a thing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Endeavors Accomplished
One can only feel a pride,
Of those endeavors accomplished.
A validated life,
Has been achieved and done.
There are not too many,
Who have been blessed this way.
To believe they can...
And over time find success.
Some may dispute the degree of it.
Since for them having money and 'things'
Reflect importance.
Then there are others who will ignore this.
Since envy and jealousy reveals their hypocrisy.
They are the ones who initially encourage.
Hoping in their hearts nothing develops or starts.
One can only feel a pride,
Of those endeavors accomplished.
A validated life,
Has been achieved and done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Emotional Highway
Heard youre up to no good
Doin everything I never would
Shakes me up
Brings me down
Puts my world six feet underground
Well I need to know whats going on
Before I lose my mind
If I catch you with her I dont know what Ill do
When I get home what will I find
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys giving his heart to someone else
Well my minds playing tricks
To think of you and her just makes me sick
Every mile that I go
I keep praying I dont lose control
Well the road is long and conditions are bad
And all I think about is you
I dont have time to wait in line
Move over mister
Ive gotta get through
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys getting it on with someone else
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Baby baby I know that were two of a kind
Thats why Ive got suspicion on my mind
Whoa emotional highway
Driving all night and day through the pouring rain
Ive heard a rumor now
Ive got to find out for myself
If my babys me up for someone else
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Got to get back, get back to my baby
Emotional highway
Emotional highway
Emotional highway, emotional, emotional, emotional
Got to get back, get back to my baby
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In Their Eyes
My success has not achieved respect,
In their eyes.
And I laugh from mine.
With the knowledge...
It is me who has chosen to be in their presence.
And success?
That was delivered to me,
When at birth I was blessed...
To have this experience called life!
And what more of a success can one possess?
If anything can be done without life as it is known...
I haven't been shown.
As of yet.
And until that happens,
I'll do what God expects.
And that is to have no other gods before Him!
That is a 'memo' I understand clearly.
And that is a confession I will always profess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Working On The Highway
Friday nights pay night guys fresh out of work
Talking about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families some looking to get hurt
Some going down to stovell wearing trouble on their shirts
I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday mister Im gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway all day long I dont stop
Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway
I met her at a dance down at the union hall
She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall
Sometimes wed go walking down the union tracks
One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back
Working on the highway...
I saved up my money and I put it all away
I went to see her daddy but we didnt have much to say
Son cant you see that shes just a little girl
She dont know nothing about this cruel cruel world
We lit out down to florida we got along all right
One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white
The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day
And the judge got mad and he put me straight away
I wake up every morning to the work bell clang
Me and the warden go swinging on the charlotte county road gang
Working on the highway...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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I Am Not Ready Yet
I'm sorry.
I misunderstood your question.
I thought you asked,
If I am still embittered
And feeling animosity towards those
Who slander me and made attempts
To destroy my life
Because they objected to my creative expressions.
And tried to limit them by lieing
With an assortment of other devices used
To embarrass my family and associates to shame!
'You quoted me almost verbatim!
That's exactly what I asked.
Do you feel more at peace now?
Since it has been many years.'
Does my appearance before you,
In a strait jacket with my psychaitrist
And armed security guards give you any hints?
I am LIVID!
SEETHING!
However...
My most recent prognosis shows,
I am making tremendous success to retreive full sanity.
'So there has been a forgiving of sorts?
And you have a renewed outlook,
Regarding those who made such blinded attacks...
On your creativity and your approach to this expression? '
Oh...
You have no idea how I have developed the taste,
To express my total and complete understanding of their deeds.
I have learned so many things about the human mind.
Its function.
And what parts of the body services other areas.
'What do you mean by that? '
I've developed a patience I never knew I had.
And can not wait until I am released.
I wish to share my new and innovative ways...
To create fulfillment.
'Yours'
Whose?
The public? '
Let's just say...
I have been anticipating a satisfying outcome.
One that will motivate my skills.
And I love drama that thrills and excites.
'Uh...
No offense.
But,
Your comments are a bit threatening.
It's as if I can feel your hands around my throat.'
Damn...
You're kidding!
Thank you.
I'll have to work on that.
Because they are not suppose to be there at all.
Are you sure?
I guess I am not ready yet.
I still have more rehabilitation to do!
My new routines have yet to be perfected.
I'm developing something 'fresh' for my 'fans'.
Please take me back to my cell!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Essential
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
When I used the bathroom...
There were those who gave up hope,
I could do that on my own.
Every step I made has been followed.
And attempts to overcome my weaknesses...
Were spent in public view.
I did not hide behind a desk.
Nor group with a clique...
To mask my defects.
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
I had been considered foolish...
Quite lazy and a joke.
And as I realized those who found time to criticize...
I knew then I was more than qualified.
Since I used my time...
Clearing obstacles off my path.
And thanking God along the way...
I had humor left to laugh,
At those who took their valuable time...
Finding fault with what I did.
When all I've done is to use my mind!
And blessed to have teachers,
Who knew how to subdue my ego!
And thanks to them I let that go when it annoyed!
I know I am more than qualified.
I am removed from that which had blinded my eyes!
Which in fact...
Just might make some folks highly dissatisfied,
That I have made my credentials far more essential...
Than I have utilized!
I like to keep that as a surprise!
It's fun to throw around a resumé every now and then.
Not to impress.
But just to get a moment's rest when interviewed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Efforts to Enlighten These Charity Cases
Life is made a lot easier,
If one is on a side of it that dictates...
A reality that nature brings.
And we spend some time,
In the comprehension of it.
And still there are those,
Who make daily attempts...
In the defense of their perceptions.
With a stubborn-ness to enforce them,
On what has been accepted as reality.
Life is made a lot easier,
If one is on a side of it that dictates...
A reality that nature brings.
And we spend some time,
In the comprehension of it.
But many have no connection to life,
On that level.
Many have not been blessed,
To be challenge or tested to fail.
Or to have the experience,
Of being alone with grief.
And healing from its affects.
But many have no connection to life!
Not on that level.
And those who do...
Seem to be required to have more patience.
As if sacrificing throughout one's life,
Is not enough of a donation made...
In the support already given,
With continuous strenuous efforts...
To enlighten these charity cases.
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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Walking In Someone Else's Shoes
I feel like this about life...
If you have reached your 40's,50's and 60's
With a lack of identity and understanding,
As to who you are?
Do not expect from me my patience,
Or a tolerant hand to hold.
I've been called 'nutt's too often by those,
Who are still seeking approval from their mamas
And papas.
With some folks whining,
As if they need their diapers changed.
And the years I endured through emotional pain...
God came to my aid.
And saved me from back to back heartbreak.
With few caring less 'how' I survived!
As long as I was there to hear their complaints,
My pain to them was insignificant.
And as I observe and comprehend how some can be...
I see them now the same way,
Without concern.
There 'is' a caring!
However...
I don't get wrapped up dramatically about it,
Like some folks.
There is something to be said,
About walking in someone else's shoes!
They may look easy and comfortable to wear...
Until it is realized,
The fit just isn't 'that' comfortable.
A perception handed to one on a plate to eat...
With a choice to live life,
Is not life lived to experience all it offers.
Even if one is not ready for the experience...
There is a process called 'growth' that is done!
A maturity that happens,
When one heals and recovers from mental insecurities...
Of all kinds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afraid Of Sunrise
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth & john helmer)
Dressed in black, no turning back
We blanked out the great white way
Fingers in desires crack
Wed bridge and tunnel into day
Abandoned to the salt of skin
Abandoned to the highway
Sand running in the hourglass
Heat of leather and mirages
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
Dayglo jesus on the dash
Scorch marks on the road ahead
Friendly fire in hostile waters
Keep the faith, dont lose your head
Dont lose your head
Afraid of sunlight
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
Agave flower
Sleeps beside me
Drivin on
Nevadas burnin
Phoenix rising
Drivin on
To sunlight
Dayglo jesus on the dash
Scorch marks on the road ahead
Friendly fire in hostile waters
Keep the faith, dont lose your head
Dont lose your head
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of sunlight
How do we now come to be
Afraid
Afraid of sunlight
song performed by by Marillion
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Shame Will Come and Overstay Its Visit
Each time I tell you don't do it...
You do it with a daring of creative attempts.
What makes you 'think'...
Poppa is blind to your lies?
There is no wall you hide behind!
And even if there was...
Your head is thicker with a slickness,
You do not believe I can not see through.
Poppa knows you better than you know yourself.
And there is a lot about 'you',
That is in need of self examination!
Yes!
Don't look at me as if your innocence is being tested.
I made those same moves in grade school.
And a whole lot smoother too!
An if you think your lies...
Will pass by poppa's ears and eyes undetected,
You are a bigger fool than the fool I suspected.
Poppa didn't decide to awaken one day to become wise.
Poppa has lived to observe and learn...
Not to lie.
Because a lie will detach you from integrity.
And without integrity...
You have no dignity or identity to claim.
Shame will come an overstay its visit!
And you...
Will have nothing else to do,
But accept regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You have the right to feel, you are successful
Success, sweet success
Success, it is waiting for you
To own and hold on to it
Success of any kind
Has easy access
If you are after it restlessly
Success is not indeed the end
It is the beginning of a
New chain of successes
Simple it is to be successful
So simple, you wonder how many of us are not at it
It all depends on what you feel
Success means to you
You may school your thoughts
And train your emotions
To feel successful on everything
That happens around you
Your retention of all your
Physical, mental and social abilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make friends
And help them out in times of need
Is indeed your success
Your ability to keep your cool
In emotionally competing events
And situations
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make your ends meet
Come over challenges, emotional or otherwise
At the right time and in a rightful manner
Is indeed a success
Your ability to stand up
And hold on to your values
Is indeed a success
Your ability to be able to
Discharge your assigned responsibilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to objectively assess
People and events
Without painting them subjectively
Is indeed your success
Your ability to stay most of your time positive
Progressive and productive
Creative and innovative
Is indeed your success
Your ability to hold on to
Your original traits
Without succumbing to the temptations
Of becoming someone else
Is indeed your success
If this forms your scale to measure success
You have the right to feel
You are successful
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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