Once Complete and Put Together
Admire those who stood with beliefs undaunted.
Those who did not choose to flaunt correctness.
Or exposed a weakened disposition.
Some have rode as passengers...
Seated with sights that ignited clearer perceptions.
Others have been treated to a scenic view.
Either way...
All will arrive at the same destination.
Not at the same time!
However,
Everyone will have opportunities...
To describe their journey.
And the picture observed will no longer be in pieces!
Once complete and put together to share!
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I have likened writing a novel to going on a journey, with some notion of the destination I will arrive at, but not the whole picture - which emerges gradually as a series of revelations, as the journey goes along.
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To Radiate or Shine Bright With Light
There is a couple of things I've always known.
My worth and value.
And there is nothing I treasure more,
When in the act of giving without expectation.
Some choose to be represented,
By things seen to flaunt.
As if the age of what is shown is priceless.
As if it could sit without reflecting dust.
Or tease with taunts,
To agitate an envy...
Wished and wanted.
While others consume themselves,
Collecting names to drop.
As if this raises them up a notch.
But these insecurities never meant a thing to me.
I've observed street sweepers,
With more personality and far more dignity.
People like that I see as really being on the top.
People empty of identity and purpose...
Could sit behind the wheel of a Mercedes,
For all I care.
They seem to be nurtured from a hollow crop.
They could drive from point A to arrive at B...
And still not have a thing to offer or share.
But empty conceit and hot air to spare.
There is a couple of things I've always known.
My worth and value.
And there is nothing more I admire...
When I see that within others!
And they don't have to have a dime in their pockets,
To radiate or shine bright with light!
These are the folks I admire and like.
These are the folks who excite my life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Choose To Debate This
Long before you set your 'sights',
On evaluating my disposition...
With thoughts you could edit,
My experiences.
With a labelling of them as you saw fit.
I had already begun to live my life.
And your point of view,
Had nothing to do...
With those obstacles I have eliminated!
You can choose to debate this.
But it will not be with me.
Or on my time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ground Control to the One We Trust!
We are all passengers on this planet Earth
A spaceship traveling through time and space
This journey we travel from the time of our birth
We seek to understand, - this life we embrace
Using our natural senses, we seek to define reality
This search is all a part of our lives as we travel
Though we live our lives with much abnormality
Life in itself, - is a mystery we all seek to unravel
We meet with resistance for it is in our nature
Questioning our neighbor is the way of our behavior
Those living in an entirely different culture
We are unaware of the fact - that we share the same
Savior
Creeds, laws, beliefs, of all sorts - we choose to live by
As we travel our course the journey may be simple or get
Rough
When all goes well we are lifted - and in him - we may defy
But when the going gets tough - we turn to him -
THE ONE WE TRUST
(6/18/07)
poem by Dave Tanguay
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More In An Inescapable Desperation
I'm in no longer with a 'need' for you.
I desire for this bleeding,
To stop my 'wanting'.
You are there in my mind,
Haunting.
I...I...
And I wish to let go!
But nowhere can it be dropped!
In my heart that beats...
Your presence is complete.
Unstoppable...
As if a craving has been started!
I'm in no longer with a 'need' for you.
You are within me.
In every move I take...
My breath is yours!
And there is no escape.
I...I...
I am adoring you!
I once was able to fake your importance.
But now you have become my life!
I'm in no longer with a 'need' for you.
I am more in an inescapable desperation!
Fixed.
And I admit this situation.
Desperate...
But somehow elated!
I...I...
I am adoring you!
I'm in no longer with a 'need' for you.
You are within me.
In every move I take...
My breath is yours!
And there is no escape.
I...
Weakened is my wish to let you go.
Weakened I am feeling this...
As if a conflict within goes.
But nowhere can you be dropped!
In my heart that beats...
Your presence is complete.
Unstoppable...
As if a craving has been started!
And I seek for you to feed me.
I...I...
I am adoring you!
I...
Weakened is my wish to let you go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So scenic than the moon
Journey! journey! ! Journey! ! ! In my dream of infinity... Journey in the sky... Yes i saw the shivering moon. So scenic and adoring. So glamorous... And warmth it shined on me. But oh! It transmogriffied and moon i see no more but a queen. So scenic than the moon. Oh! Now i know your creator... That's why your beauty shines awesomely brighter than the moon.
poem by Jude Thadeus
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If It Fits
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
Your perceptions and mine
Are out of sync.
I don't share what I think!
These observations come from a 'knowing'.
A something existing.
With or without my experience in the mix.
However I got it like that...
That's the way it is!
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
The basicness of thought,
You can not today comprehend.
You rather glide through life,
On just a piece of the puzzle.
I want to discover how those pieces fit.
And what the big picture looks that,
To get a sense of it!
I am going to be on your mind,
For entire lifetimes.
Because my curiosity,
Will not allow me to quit.
And God has granted me the gift to write...
And with that 'gift'
I choose to express my impressions.
And I am impressed not with pieces...
But the whole.
As it sits.
Using a bit of explored insight,
And an array of lessons learned.
Not one bit of them imagined,
To get the jest of it as a process to yearn...
For confirmation and less for shock.
Each time I perceive the evidence...
Someone tries to keep suspended in disbelief!
If it fits...
There is less to ponder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Very Near
someone asked me to describe someone near
my eyes got the picture of you dear
my dear is sweet star among stars
describe to what, a star?
my dear is not a star, something more
my dear is a sunflower
that raised its wing for morning sun
describe to what, a flower?
my dear is not a flower, something more
this starts an end less journey
describe to what, a pleasant journey?
my dear is something more
poem by Kiran Raaz
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Even While Sitting On The Shore
Why should I not want to share with you,
Your point of view?
Why would I not wish to hear what your eyes see?
Or feel what is in your heart to reveal?
Why should I not wish with you to connect?
When only you can describe the soil felt under your feet.
When only you have been touched by winds of fragrant breezes...
When I sometimes may choose to sit alone in a funk!
Why should I not want to share with you,
Your point of view?
My life is not always narrowly perspective.
Or retrospectively reflective.
I often wonder about you.
I do!
Even while sitting on the shore,
To observe low tides.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left...Behind! As Two Thousand and Ten Begins
Left...
Behind!
Those who have closed the doors,
On themselves.
Those seeking to find pieces that make sense,
From a decade that has ended...
In two thousand and nine.
And as two thousand and ten begins,
Not one of them is prepared.
A freshness is there,
But they are not!
Left...
Behind!
Doing the best they can with minds,
Shattered!
From a correctness that in itself,
Was splitting apart.
In divisions they decided,
With complete with righteousness.
And those who rode the stormy seas,
Unafraid to let go...
Are bestowed with enlightenment.
As if this was meant to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live to Love the Life You've Earned
Undaunted.
Dismiss those dispirited,
Who view life in limits.
Why bother with this?
Get on with it!
Live to love your life,
And learn.
Flaunt it!
The peace within that's felt.
Belonging to you.
Keep 'something' for yourself.
Live to love your life,
And learn.
Wanted?
No one that comes to annoy!
No one that steals your joy.
No one who initiates,
Agitating your happiness away.
Live to love your life,
And learn.
Live to love your life,
And learn.
Flaunt it!
The peace within that's felt.
Belonging to you.
Keep 'something' for yourself.
And...
Live to love your life.
Live to love your life.
Live to love 'the' life...
You've earned.
Undaunted.
Dismiss those dispirited,
Who view life in limits.
And live to love your life.
Live to love your life.
Live to love the life...
You've earned.
And, yes...
Live to love your life.
Live to love your life.
Live to love 'the' life...
You've earned.
Flaunt it!
Undaunted.
And...
Live to love your life.
Live to love your life.
Live to love 'the' life...
You've earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mean Disposition
I'm getting wise to you
You're going to see
I'm going to work on you
The way you worked on me
I got a sharper aim
And you're in my sights
And if I'm going to go
I'm going in a blaze of lights
And in this crazy world of hit and run
There are no laws here
Just a loaded gun
She's got a mean disposition
She's got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Really make a mess
Really make a mess out of you
I never close my eyes
I never sleep
I'm staying on my guard
Waiting for my flesh to creep
And I never trusted you
You never trusted me
I'll do a deal with you
If you'll do a deal with me
For me the nightmare's only just begun
There is no law here
Just a loaded gun
She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two
I'm going have to stand my ground
Like Crockett at the Alamo
I'm going to draw the line
One of us has got to go
She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to make a mess out of you
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two
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Don't Fall To Pieces
Feeding on the things you want,
Undaunted.
And doing it to flaunt?
With hopes to generate stares,
To delight in a doing of superficial taunts.
To prove whatever it is you think you do,
Excites.
Don't...
Fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
When you discover you are not the priority,
On anyone's mind...
You'd like to impress in the streets,
In clown declining times.
When...
Those days don't go your way,
Don't fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
When...
Blue skies cover with clouds and turn to gray,
Don't fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
Biting on nails and getting pale,
As rose colored glasses worn...
Begin to fail.
Don't fall to pieces.
If the bread you nibble on taste as if stale,
Don't fall to pieces with a rushing home...
To your own jail cell.
With a rummaging through other costumes.
Remember this...
What you did yesterday,
With beliefs you could do it.
People today are not as shallow...
And can see through it.
And what you represent...
In your Superfly garments,
Reminds those who have awakened...
How lost in space,
Those who still chase...
The ridiculous.
With hopes those days return.
Don't...
Fall to pieces.
Or be the one that weeps.
When you discover you are not the priority...
On anyone's mind,
You'd like to impress in the streets.
Don't fall to pieces but seek,
Your true identity.
These are the times,
Your mind could use a hefty dose of it.
Truth is on the scene and here to prevail.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unfounded By Hearsay
I spent five months,
Recuperating in a hospital...
Once.
And feeling depths of isolation,
With drifting expectations.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
Blessed I am to have had experiences,
Many with closed mindsets...
Have yet in their limited realities,
Been exposed to have bestowed.
And I have more of an understanding,
Of those who have managed to live alone...
With a pulling up of their bootstraps,
And to ignore those trapped...
With nothing else to offer but passed judgements,
Within walls of their false comfort zones.
And believing them to remain like that forever.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
If someone lies long enough to themselves,
And feed their lies to others to believe...
Reality,
When it finally arrives...
Is worse than facing a created enemy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continuous Is The Flowing
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Free of words spoken,
To utter descriptions of what is seen...
That may come to hinder one's voyage,
With a seeking of definitions...
One will never find on lips to depict the unknown.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cynical Point of View
Perceptions you have are yours.
That is not in question.
All I'm saying is that fortuitous opportunities...
Seem not to be dancing, of late, on their agendas.
Selling propaganda seems no longer an issue for them.
I know how it is to be blinded by dazzle.
And making payments to fulfill tax collectors' dreams.
I am not completely a nonconformist!
I have suffered dearly to keep up images myself.
With not a dime in my pocket!
Right now...
I could use a flashlight,
To see the depths of my low credit rating!
Don't laugh!
Laugh when we discuss my current finances!
If Richard Pryor was alive...
He'd be crying right now!
My checking account has more dust in it,
Than money!
You see a hint of a smile on my face?
You will not be able to detect that by radar.
Trust me!
I 'still' have dreams of taking a cruise,
And shopping on Rodeo Drive...
In Hollywood!
That's how attached I am on receiving my piece,
Of that MacIntosh Apple Pie.
With a chicken steaming with vegetables in my pot!
I have not given up my addictions to those visions.
So when I say I admire you?
I admire the way you keep up your pretentions...
However,
You need to open up a can of reality!
And if you have none...
I'll give you a case.
I've been storing that up for years!
Remember when I asked you to loan me five dollars,
And you gave me ten?
I have never forgotten that!
You have a good heart!
There is no debate about your warmth,
Or sincerety of purpose.
It's the thoughts in you head I now question!
And believe me,
It is not your perceptions.
You keep those!
I have my own.
It is how you are dealing with facts that concern me!
Somehow you think your lifestyle,
Is worth efforts to keep maintained!
That is going to change.
Along with any prior delusions you may still have,
That my cynical point of view,
Comes from a destitute childhood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Destination
The distance is not so far
Time is very short
It has to be utilized properly
My journey takes me to my destination
The world knows my destination
In a few seconds
In a few minutes
In a few hours
In a few days
In a few months
In a few years....
In every moment my journey takes me to my destination
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Life is a short journey.
Life is a short journey
It may be bitter
It may be honey
Life is a short journey
Choose your way
Choose your mate
You won't be early
You won't be late
Our ways may differ
But our end is there
Go by car or by train
Go on foot or by plane
Go on horseback or by rocket
Go by bike or by boat
Life is a short journey
All of us will be on time
All of us will be the same
All of us will have a luggage
Choose what to leave
Choose what to take
Choose what to build
Choose what to break
Life is a short journey
Whether you like it
Or you don't
You try to change it
But you can't
Life is a short journey.
poem by Bouche Cousue
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You Can Not Keep My Yeast From Rising
You can not keep my yeast from rising.
You can try!
But once it is kneaded, mixed and heated...
Cooled and seated,
With my love attached to it?
It will be served...
Eatened and treated!
To be clearly observed and witnessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Novel
As I turn the pages forward
I am taken on a journey-
A non-spatial continuum-
Time; a willing time-traveler
Where no luggage is required;
No passengers to contend with;
No special itinerary.
Just a conceding eagerness
To be taken along, alone.
The destination known to one-
Invisible but trustworthy;
The varied characters are him;
Put another way-imagined.
Where I’m taken is foreordained.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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