On A Path One Has Cleared Of Thorns
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
Obstacles impossible seem to pop from everywhere.
To test emotions and one's endurance.
And anyone who has ever faced opposition knows...
Friends can become unconsious foes sometimes.
And those thought to be foes...
Eventually become those who are the most close.
One truly doesn't know who 'is' or who isn't...
Until it is recognized,
The one who has lived a life dedicated...
Being who they are from the beginning,
Becomes more appreciated by those...
Who acknowledge a life lived devoted,
Is not a bed of roses...
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether Or Not The Deed Witnessed Is Meant
If there is anything one will recognize,
Once they have made up their mind...
With a sacrificing devoted and done to succeed.
There will be those not understanding this drive...
Thriving to accomplish with a yearning inside.
And energized as a bright independent light,
Felt by that one who 'sees'.
With a doing that satisfies one's craving and appetite.
And more opposing will come forward to express,
Their discouragement to depress one with disrespect.
Whether or not the deed witnessed is meant.
To test for the rest of one's life...
When that path one is on feels perfectly right.
And if one can continue through a host of obstacles,
Thrown to discourage until tears flow...
What becomes achieved will more than please the doer
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Life is challence accep it
Life is a word of wonders
Life is lonely
Life is joyful
What is life when all you,
do is breath
Life's a gift now you're wiht me
Life is full of frustation
Life can grab you anytime
Life remains always silence
Life is challenge, accep it
Life is not a bed of roses
What is life?
Life is a puzzle, solve it
A sweet memory of,
Childhood is life
Purpose of life is to grow
Challenge of life is to,
overcome
Life Goes on.
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Not Deterred By Your Point Of View
It is not my purpose in life,
To advise you on 'your' direction.
Or suggest which path to take,
On your journey.
Nor from me will there be recommendations.
If it should upset you,
That my vision remains focused...
And not deterred by your point of view,
Keep this in mind...
You are not my destination.
However...
It does appear that you are an obstacle,
That wishes to block my mission...
With a stirring up of my feelings of guilt,
With a delay of an empathy you await to be given.
You've done a good job.
All is not lost.
I passed a few procrastinators,
Along on my journey.
Be patient.
Someone will eventually buy your nonsense.
As for me...
Your routine is too familiar.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Keep Focused
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I keep focused!
And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.
And I try...
To stay focused.
Yes I try...
To stay focused.
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.
With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Awakened Would Be Envious
Why is it,
When a person has decided...
A peace valued and wishes to keep,
Is a sign of temporary defiance?
And not a life choice one has made.
When one has lived,
In the sharing of chaos, confusion...
And indecisiveness of others,
What would make anyone think...
This way of life,
Is so overwhelmingly attractive...
One who has escaped from it,
Is desiring to participate?
By pretending to be left alone?
But they wish...
By a sending of 'perceived' mixed signals,
To have 'that' nonsense lived...
Their way?
Who awakened would be envious of it?
Crazy are the fools who think this way!
An escape,
IF successful...
Is a blessing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed Wishes
Fixed wishes from us begin to drift,
As they currently relate to a life lived...
That is.
In the present to be passed.
Remembered,
As we travel on...
To welcome new experiences.
Fixed wishes to keep in place,
Youthful faces that times ages.
And appearances to remain untouched.
As if seasons come to go,
But do not released from us...
Noticeable physical changes.
Producing within us a sadness that remains.
And we sit with fixed wishes,
Unaccepting that which this is...
A life,
We all have come to live...
Is not in a forever hereafter kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choosing To Walk On The Right Path
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
Temptations will be there to tease,
With attempts to weaken.
And faces familiar...
Will appear to critique.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Isn't an easy decision one makes.
It takes one to break away,
From barriers attached...
That are difficult to unlatch.
Yet...
Can be done to escape those traps.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
And some days will seem impossible.
But that path chosen,
By the one who knows it is correct...
Will never bring to one regret.
If a faith kept is strong.
And an accepting felt within belongs.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Will prove there to be nothing to fear.
Doubts disappear!
And those things wrong that prick like thorns,
From this right path...
Eventually,
Will be gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Need to Answer
If you have not walked in my shoes...
Cried with my eyes.
Suffered disrespect,
Or hid a feeling
No one would understand if shown.
You have no comments to make.
Or could you ever recreate my journey!
You may try.
But my path was not without obstacles,
You may fantasize as an easy walk...
Believed paved.
If you have not walked in my shoes...
I'm sure the heat of the streets,
Will not provide you with the comfort
You perceive your feet would find!
See those valleys and mountains behind me?
Through them I had to climb!
After crawling through thorns,
Of clawing emotions to remove to get there!
Do you think how you feel,
Stays on my mind?
No need to answer!
It doesn't.
Nor does your critique,
Of how I managed to beat the odds.
Your opinions of my life...
Are not valued!
I have already deemed my experiences,
As mine and priceless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Do It?
so much time energy
constantly focused
on pain suffering
memories of what you had
what you endured
at hands of fate or karma
is it not time...
to devote your
sustaining life force
to positive
celebration
of possibility life...
to all you may
accomplish achieve
with just a small part
of your time energy
focused instead upon
attaining future accomplishments
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Little Discourage
I found a mountain on my own (I'm encouraged)
Trust history to say it's unknown (It's discouraging)
There's a seventeen contest in my own home (Discourage)
Sick of seventeen contests in my own home (Discourage)
Don't cross the road, you're under a spell
A broken violin (Discourage)
Don't cross the road, you're under a spell
Of broken violins
But all I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
I ran away from my own telephone (Discourage)
It rings to tell you what the future holds in store, so.....
There's a lack of confidence at home (Discourage)
When a seventeen contest fills your own home (Discourage)
Put your trust in courage, no one can tell
The broken violin
All I need is a little discourage
(The world knows what I need, but it's proving far too hard for me
song performed by by Idlewild
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My Choice Is to Make History
I'm one to adventure life.
Accepting it as a process.
I feel blessed to be granted it to bloom, flourish and grow.
Seeking purpose.
And when that purpose is fulfilled,
It then is time to move on!
Like each season that acknowledges the next.
Never to overstay a visit!
I too have those same wishes.
To remain unchallenged,
I know is not my mission.
And as long as I am blessed with my life,
I will seek the unknown.
To uncover it.
To leave behind for someone to discover I existed.
My choice is to make history.
Not relive it!
At times it can become uncomfortable.
But no learning I've ever achieved,
Came easy.
Or resulted from a path cleared of obstacles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dieing Is Not An Option
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
We all are born receiving gifts,
To experience our lives as we choose...
And like.
Some refuse to believe they have chosen,
To follow another on a path.
Instead of selecting,
A happiness grabbed for them that will last.
And that is not easy when variety,
Appears to confuse the mind of some.
Especially when discipline and devotion,
Seem to compete with those who have more fun.
But...
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
Desiring with wishes!
Assisted by dreams one wants fulfilled,
Keeps one motivated to achieve and accomplish.
Experiencing the adventure...
Of acquiring skills.
And doing what one likes...
Is a thrill no one consciously,
Wants to see end or kill!
Dieing is not an option,
When one is upset with life.
I like to think of it as a request,
One makes...
When a darkness begins,
To shield one from the light!
'Excuse me,
I know you have decided...
To take your own life.
However...
Do you mind,
Taking it eleswhere?
And away from my sight?
Over there feel free to complain.
And do as much of it as you like!
But doing it around me,
You see...
For that I have no appetite.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ten Stars
In the motion of the universe,
The rotation of planets,
The conjuction of the wind,
There my sight witnesses,
The opposition of stars
Rare but wonderfully made
I count the stars and make my wish,
My summit shall i reach,
With her in poverty i'm rich
Im a happy man,
I saw ten stars
Star number one,
Besides you let there be none,
Star number two,
To love you more, never a few,
Star number three,
My love unto you for free
Star number four,
The love we built to never fall,
Star number five,
Wish all things but mostly life
How wonderful are they, ten stars
In this lonely night my heart beats faster,
I make wishes, but they are not my master,
I point the stars and make wishes,
How beautiful are they, ten stars
Star number six,
So shall our foes fall by the axe
Star number seven,
Against all odds we remain even
Star number eight,
We shall so grow above heights,
Star number nine,
Of course, , to remain mine
Star number ten
I wish to make hundred wishes per day
How beautiful are they, ten stars
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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You Bet Your Life
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun
Just another junkie on a scoring run
Just another victim of the things he has done
Just another day -- in the life of a loaded gun
The odds get even -- you name the game
The odds get even -- the stakes are the same
You bet your life
Just another winner, pours his life down the drain
Just another island in a hurricane
Just another loser, like a cat in the rain
Just another day -- in the path of a speeding train
The odds get even -- you name the game
The odds get even -- the stakes are the same
You bet your life
Anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist
Hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist
Rational romantic mystic cynical idealist
Minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist
Armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist
Deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist
Be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist
Gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist
Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar
Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars
Just another dreamer who was going too far
Just another drunk -- at the wheel of a stolen car
The odds get even -- you name the game
The odds get even -- the stakes are the same
You bet your life
song performed by by Rush
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To Move And Choose This Choice
The decision to leave,
That which has entrapped...
Is heartfelt.
A wounding is done because of that.
A painful admission,
To escape from a comfortable position...
That remains the same unchanged,
And does not feed a mind seeking to expand.
Desiring to breathe fresh air not there...
Begins a choking on a hold enforced.
With a command the mind demands,
To move and choose this choice.
One has to abruptly exit.
Without a necessity one believes,
To address with messages.
Or...
Betray the 'self' to suffocate from inactive wishes.
No matter how severe the price to be paid.
And choosing this price to pay...
Is not inducive to a life one wants to live effectively.
Regardless how barren the path one begins to walk,
Alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy Has Not Been The Word
The challenge was first,
To do it.
To move in that direction,
Pursuing what some said...
I could not do.
The next was to improve,
Upon that which I pursued.
And remaining focused and true...
To that which I chose to do.
Then the real test came,
When I began to hear my name.
And instead of support,
Out from the woodwork critics came.
The next challenge I faced,
Was to appear in public...
Without a sign of emotion to be traced.
Nor quick to defend...
Or attempt to erase those steps I placed.
And 'easy' has not been the word,
To take or describe...
Some of the things I've heard,
From those who have tried...
To discredit my efforts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Constant and Self Imposing
To feel not done,
With more to do.
With more to accomplish,
And much more to pursue.
Hoping what one did,
Has represented one's best.
But no one really knows that better.
No one but the one...
Who critiques oneself,
Harsher than the rest.
To satisfy in submission undenied,
A mission with a goal to complete.
No socializing comes to one...
That one who with self competes.
And to understand this,
No one can.
No one...
Than the one who sacrifices sleep.
Time and time and time again,
Just to make something even more acceptible...
And much more easier when peering,
Scrutinized
Under microscopic probing peeks!
This is what it takes.
To make something someone loves...
And creates!
Down to the crevice with perfection,
Sealed with no leaks.
For others to share, view or just stare.
And/or partake to satisfy one's glare!
For taste.
Either to be celebrated...
Or preparing one for heartbreak.
This...
Is not a life lived,
For anyone to despise or quickly dismiss!
This is too much of a constant...
And self imposing challenge to resist!
This...
Is not a life lived,
For anyone to despise or quickly dismiss!
This...
Is only the life,
One is willing to die for and exist!
This...
Can only be the life,
Of one who can live it and persist!
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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Touches Of An Angel Distributing Luck
The easier a perception,
Of how one's life is lived...
The one perceived erroneously,
Is rumored to be lazy.
Or 'gifted' by the touches of an angel...
Distributing luck and unquestionable abundance.
No one accepts someone like this,
As being sacrificial.
Or sweating constantly to accomplish,
What one desires with a focused wish.
Or that a success that has been made public,
Has been more than well deserved.
Or...
Has an intention to receive,
The benefits...
From a toiling away,
On many a sleepless night!
As others have no problem,
Manifesting their critique on a daily basis.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is A Dance For You To Dance To
Life is every where
Life
Life is a challenge
Life is a gift
Life is a chance
Life is a tragedy
Life is lonely
Life is pain
Life is full of frustration
Life is a mystery
Life is love
Life is made of hurt
Life is not a bed of roses
Life is a dance for you to dance
Life is every state of mind
What is life?
Life is a puzzle, solve it
Life is full of unexpected
Life is unexplainable
Life.
poem by Emily Wimetal
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