Occupying My Desires
For too long I have stayed comforted.
With just my own shadow,
Feeling a sense of safety!
And spared from charities of outreach campaigns.
You know the kind...
Those who find victims in self deprivating need.
Not understanding this as intentional affliction.
But of late,
I have desires to escape this net!
Place within and I have kept.
My emotions are recognizing a dependency.
A spark is seeking to be ignited.
And I wish to host this event meant,
I invite.
Is there anyone close to listen to this intention?
Anyone there to notice where I had been?
How do I begin on this journey of recovery?
How on Earth could I have been this distant?
Especially when my memories,
Never seem to leave me alone!
They are everywhere occupying my desires.
But why am I perceived to be absent and unavailable?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intentional
No matter what may be done or said,
When that action in time takes place...
Someone will feel left out instead.
Not because of the action,
Done or said.
But how it was related when instigated.
Whoever made it fun for one,
To berate another with a blurting tongue...
The day will come,
When a similar deed is repeated.
With a singing of a song sung,
Or a tune heard hummed.
With no exit to ignore it to escape or leave,
The perpetrator remembered...
Will then be seeking empathy.
That no one with heart and soul intact,
Will care to release to relieve.
To set one free from memories.
This Earth is not flat,
It looks as if round.
And rotates on an axis,
To return to a place of origin always found.
And that is a fact when one sits to think,
Of those thoughts trapped to sit cemented...
In intentional inequities inflicted to sting and meant!
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
It is all quite intentional.
'Never accuse me again,
Of not having substance! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
'Never...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Accuse...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Me...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Again! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desire
Northern star
Am I frightened
Where can I go to rest
I cant sleep
And Im still fighting
Wait, dont breathe
The time destroys a man
A child who understands
That anyone who desires
Is not my kind
Not my truth
Fade away, its all we do
Fade away from the truth
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
And northern star
Please enlighten
The lost prayers of my soul
Childhood dreams
Of death and titans
We were meant to be free
To give ourselves away
So please dont be afraid
Of anyone who desires
Theyre not my kind
Not my truth
Fade away, its all we do
Fade away from the truth
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
cause anyone who desires
Is not my kind
I have no use for you
song performed by by Zwan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Executive of Correctness
Most of the time,
It is neither okay or fine...
To anoint oneself,
The executive of correctness.
I know!
I've tried this and failed.
On many occasion.
And I use 'this' format...
To admit to this foolishness.
To exert a 'perceived' power,
One desires to be exclusively meant...
In a public display mentioned,
Is at best...
A sign of an ego that is absent,
Of collective participation.
What will it take,
For a people inconsiderate...
To place as a priority,
Forgiveness on their agenda?
With a loving of another done...
That welcomes the differences of everyone?
And...
To let go and let live...
What 'Is'!
With the acknowledgement,
That this is the intention of God!
And without question,
The only 'One' there is in position,
To make effective decisions.
Without the assistance of those who believe,
The Almighty awaits their recommendations...
From memos received!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Was Meant For Me to Love You
It was meant for me to love you.
Meant for me to keep this love subdued.
Quiet and in discreet chambers.
Pretending my urges,
Would rather splurge my desires!
I'm on fire in heated memories of us.
Trusting in you I must!
It was meant for me to love you...
Complete I would be in your hold.
And this I can't release to be told!
It was meant for me to love you.
I know this more each day as I grow old!
You ignited me with passion when I was cold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sehnsucht
Whence are ye, vague desires,
Which carry men along,
However proud and strong;
Which, having ruled to-day,
To-morrow pass away?
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
Which women, yielding to,
Find still so good and true;
So true, so good to-day,
To-morrow gone away.
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
From seats of bliss above,
Where angels sing of love;
From subtle airs around,
Or from the vulgar ground,
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
A message from the blest,
Or bodily unrest;
A call to heavenly good,
A fever in the blood
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which men who know you best
Are proof against the least,
And rushing on to-day,
To-morrow cast away.
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which women, ever new,
Still warned, surrender to;
Adored with you to-day,
Then cast with you away,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which unto boyhood’s heart
The force of man impart,
And pass, and leave it cold,
And prematurely old,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which, tremblingly confest,
Pour in the young girl’s breast
Joy, joy, the like is none,
And leave her then undone,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Ah yet! though man be marred,
Ignoble made, and hard;
Though broken women lie
In anguish down to die;
Ah yet! ye vague desires,
Ah yet!
By Him who gave you birth,
And blended you with earth,
Was some good end designed
For man and womankind;
Ah yet! ye vague desires,
Ah yet!
The petals of to-day,
To-morrow fallen away,
Shall something leave instead,
To live when they are dead;
When you, ye vague desires,
Have vanished;
A something to survive,
Of you though it derive
Apparent earthly birth,
But of far other worth
Than you, ye vague desires,
Than you.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Thirst Lips
To me her goodbye meant
I will see you again at a different place
At a different time
It meant goodbye to my heaven like journey
Expressed in ways only our steaming bodies
Can explain as our thirst lips lived happily
In the comfort of the sweetness of her love
It meant goodbye to unfulfilled promises
It meant postponed dreams
It meant lost desires
She was like a melody in my thoughts
She was like song danced with the feet of lovers
Played in the silence of voices
Echoing in a lovers heart
Paving the art of endearing affectionate expressions
In lips where truth smiles ageless wonders
Tingling a holocaust of emotions
That can only be forgotten at the kiss of death
Indeed she is the shadow of platonic dreams
poem by Irenio Irenaeus Bero
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Is This The Reason You've Been Distant
Should one forgive and forget,
An intentional 'slighting' done?
The kind that is directed and meant,
From a mind in pre-meditative stages.
I've gotten tired of being the one to understand.
By those who quickly accept and forget,
Before the carelessness of thought begins...
The same shhh...stuff, again!
Can you hear what I am saying?
You could at least nod your head.
And pretend I am worthy,
Of 'some' of your attention!
Should one forgive and forget,
An intentional 'slighting' done?
The kind that is directed and meant,
From a mind in pre-meditative stages?
'How do you think I should answer that?
Tell me how do you wish for me to respond?
I don't want either one of us to get upset.
Nor do I wish to say something I might regret.
How do you think I should answer that?
And what would you do and think of next? '
I've understood and given you attention.
But from you 'that' I don't get.
Whether or not I am upset.
The only thing I wish we had that I do regret,
Is communication.
And how that prolongs happiness in a relationship.
'If one is not happy why doesn't one leave? '
Like you have already done?
Is that what you are saying to me?
Are you saying,
You have long gone...
And I am told by you in third person?
Is this the reason you've been distant?
With an eagerness to dismiss yourself,
When I begin to reminisce.
And the chill I feel in the air,
Comes from a cold shoulder!
Waiting to be warmed in someone else's arms.
I should be alarmed by this.
But I am not.
You've taught me to expect,
Anything from you.
And I do.
Yes...
I do!
I have even regretted I once had said that to you too!
When it was meant,
I believed it!
Before the games began.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These Zombies Are Free
Once I realized seeking understanding...
Was fruitless.
From those who abused common sense.
I did not look for it from them anymore!
I knew early in that search...
I was trying to find an oasis in Death Valley!
One might exist.
But why risk my life trying to find it?
It's better to go to New York City...
If one expects to witness bright lights!
And if anyone desires to be frightened by zombies...
They do not have to pay to see them!
I know exactly where they can go.
These zombies are free!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed of the Thought of Foreclosure
Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To focus your sights on that?
If things are seen as whacked.
And way off track.
It is what it is!
Perhaps for you,
All of this has been a quiz!
You just didn't want to see it,
As it is.
You wished to see it,
As an affliction affecting...
Others you were taught to detest.
Now that 'mess' you ignored...
Has come to lay upon your own doorstep,
To comfortably rest.
Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To believe your ideals were being attacked?
Now you find yourself sleeping with a weapon.
Feeling safe and secured.
Keeping sure you are protected...
In a neighborhood free of enemies.
Enduring agonies.
Knowing you can not trust who lives next door!
Who's life are you living?
And what is your life lived for?
When you just might kill yourself...
To escape from your own safety zone!
Freed of the thought of foreclosure.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Recaptured
Recaptured,
From desires of wanting favorite seasons...
To remain unchanged.
Recaptured,
From seeking things to bring me happiness...
To last forever.
Realizing that would be a long wait,
Between each whim.
As boredom began to suddenly creep in.
Recaptured,
From beliefs that winning anything,
Brought a peace of mind.
When peace of any kind,
Is determined and defined...
By the one who finds it,
Without conditions sought.
Recaptured,
From thoughts that good sex...
Had to involve someone else.
Well...
I am recuperating,
From years spent in self contained confinement.
We all adapt to our own entrapments.
Nothing is perfect.
And besides...
My recovery may be a slower process than others.
And I am in no hurry,
To begin interviews with anyone...
Who may qualify to satisfy my needs.
Some abilities acquired,
Never leave one's memory.
And I am more than prepared,
To take matters into my own hands...
To rekindle anything that may have laid dormant,
From lack of internal activity.
I do have my memories.
And all of them did not end,
With gratifying pleasantries.
I've been recaptured!
Not retooled.
Note:
'Thank you, Herbert, for suggesting 'sought'.
That really strengthened the stanza,
and overall composition.'
Who is Herbert?
Why that is Mr. Herbert Nehrlich.
Johannesburg, South Africa. lol
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Set My Desires On Fire
You set my desires on fire.
With a wish to kiss your lips.
With a wish to hold you close,
'Likethis'
You set my desires on fire.
Brimming to the rim,
With a passion that is within!
And to feel your warm embrace.
As we touch with your hair,
And cheek against my face.
Longing as I do,
To have you fill this empty place...
In every space you wish,
To plant your tenderness!
You set my desires on fire.
Dormant they have been...
But no longer do I keep them undenied!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Is Not of Mutual Benefit
It has been explored.
Loving what I do and sharing.
And I have been abhorred,
By those who believed...
Sleep walking through my life,
Was perfectly alright.
On 'my' time.
As if a mission of doing me a favor,
Has been a charity completed...
To leave another pleased.
I had to make it clear to many...
I am more than a surface animation.
To be serious with life is not an ambition.
It is what I live this life appreciated and given.
And if it is not liked how I handle my life...
There is no need to be involved in it with pretense.
I do what I do with an intention meant.
I am not seeking anyone to 'accomodate' my desires.
If it is not of mutual benefit,
What is the point of being around folks like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Journey Of A Thousand Miles, Begins In A First Step
THE JOURNEY OF A THOUSAND MILES, BEGINS IN A FIRST STEP
In everything we do in this life, it always begins in a first step. In other words, when we want to achieve something or excel in any field of endeavor in this life, we must take the first step or move. Basically, we can not move upward in a ladder without stepping on the first step and if we will not take the first move to go upward and journey beyond a thousand miles in seeking our dreams and aspirations in this life.
In our ardent desire to achieve our ambitions, aspirations, wants and needs in this life, we really can not have them if we are not willing to take the first initiative, first move or first step towards such long journey before reaching the petals of our desires or aspirations in this life we owed from God. We must really have the guts, courage and patience to dip our own toe in the sand of burning obstacles, trials and bellowing risk with prudence in this life before we can finally reach the pinnacle of our dreams. It always take a single step to begin any long and arduous journey in this life while we are seeking the meaning of our sense of being and reaching and realizing what we wanted to do and become in this life.
We really can not move forward or go a long way in this journey of life to reach our desired destiny our faith or fate may determines without taking the first leap of courage, sacrifice, patience and perseverance along with dynamic commitment and interest to go on with the journey even if at times the way we are traveling may not be as cool as we wanted or as clear as we prayed. Indeed, any journey in the ocean of life to reach the other shore of our dreams and aspirations in life always begins in sailing with a first paddle of guts and courage to succeed.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Guess, If You Can…
(a re-post)
nomadic desires
vagrant desires
kleptomaniac desires
splurging desires
hide behind a
façade of placidity
how and when
they surface
and usurp one
is beyond any guess…
19jan2008
23.00hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Sail Through Your Emotions, Don't Sink
Life, people say, a journey
Indeed, it is a journey through emotions
Life turns dry
If it is without that
Emotions steer the course of life
It drives you take directions
As in a journey there are stops or stages
We too come across in this
Inevitable life journey
A number of junctions
With an emotion stopping us
To take the appropriate direction
A journey could be smooth
And less cumbersome
With emotions not stopping us for long
And demanding tough decisions
Emotions are not absolute
Their nature and extent
Varying with previous journey experiences
As a kid the emotions go unregistered
And the stops do not long last
Journey goes on smoothly for most of us
As we advance in the journey
The emotions become strong
And they get registered
Making us spend long time
In identifying the so called right directions
Checking emotions and not yielding to them
Is indeed a wisdom
And not many are successful
In making this happen
It is well advised
Not to allow your emotions drown you
But to develop in you a float
So that you sail over them
Seeking divine guidance
Developing a taste for artful creations
Looking for opportunities in challenges
Schooling your mind against
Wild and negative thoughts
Heartfully laughing in testing circumstances
And out-of-the-box thinking
Are the prescriptions
For sailing over emotions
So that you will enjoy living
Save yourselves
Sail over emotions
Sink not into them
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Something must be done when you find an opposing set of desires of this kind well to the fore in your category of strong desires. You must set in operation a process of competition, from which one must emerge a victor and the other set be defeated.
quote by Robert Collier
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Our Dreams Within Us Start
So fragile is the mind that seeks,
A peace that seems so out of reach.
So impatient does one like this become...
When a bitterness sits,
To feel invited and welcomed.
And seeking from outside ourselves,
Is a journey never ending.
What is wished already exists.
But our hearts overlook this,
In a desperate yearning.
So fragile is the mind that seeks,
A peace that seems so out of reach.
If we just stop to quiet our desires.
We will realize we have not kindled...
A motivation to inspire,
Those dreams that are our own...
Left for someone else to come to spark!
And that is not the way,
Our dreams within us start!
So fragile is the mind that seeks,
A peace that seems so out of reach.
And we keep this seeking beseeched to plead...
To be fed!
Yet remain so out of touch!
Misunderstanding this need within us,
We can begin to feed in concentrated prayer.
If we spent more time being there,
In it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Migratory Birds
Migratory birds deported back to the nest
After a long journey
Leaving behind memories and hoping to return
Pulled by longing for the motherland
Green pastures
Ripe fruits
Freshwater
Safety and warm cuddling
Days and nights, and the journey begin
Eternal journey
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Intention
Important intention
Intention important.
I intend to work for you
You banyan tree intend to
Provide shade.
Everybody here get
Tranguility peace perfection.
Intention important
Important intention.
I relinguish all
All fruits all hopes
All desires
And intend to remain
With you all day long.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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B: XV: Mission de Chef + Love the Love I Love + Holey Seat
Mission de Chef
Out of strong desires
I want to make a sauce
The sum of whose desires
Is greater than desires.
I will then subtract desires,
Label what is left as 'CHARM',
And find out if it works on love,
If it leads to love's demise,
Too weak without,
yet outlasting strong desires.
Love the Love I Love
You say you love me
You say you can't love her
I love her
Her love is what makes me
You don't love her
You don't love me
Love the love I love
And you will love me
Holey Seat
A fundament they share,
Poetry and Brown:
After one that takes some effort,
You sometimes put a quick one down.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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