Participation Requires
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
Each Sunrise and Sunset,
Comes created...
To be the best as it gets.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
But nothing experienced,
Here on Earth...
Is created to deliver to anyone regret.
Only mindsets are falsely timed,
To move and become upset...
In regretted backward steps.
With wishes to replace the unknown yet to face.
Choosing to separate from nature,
And isolate an agenda to initiate one's fate.
Everyday we awaken,
To a freshness awaiting us...
That has been already made.
And participation requires,
An observance to digest this...
As we live and obey without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Does It Take Wisdom To Know
Does it take wisdom to know,
When a time has come...
To out live its purpose?
Does a crying child,
Do that out of hunger?
A need to be changed?
Or...
A need to be held,
And rocked to sleep?
Does paying attention compete,
With an ignorance fed...
That should be placed,
On a much needed diet!
Does a riot start because people are upset?
Or...
Are people like this just militant mavericks?
Using this way to express their happiness.
Does it take wisdom to know,
When a time has come...
To out live its purpose?
Well...
Wouldn't that depend on 'who' wishes to go backward.
And who refuses to move from the past.
With a convincing done to themselves,
That God and Mother Nature are just myths...
And scientists created humanity,
With the rest of the man made mess that misfits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether Accepted or Not
Everyday...
The message and delivery of it,
Becomes as different as the weather.
Everyday...
Whether accepted or not,
Changes are being made...
Regardless of who has what to say.
And it is everyday...
Those unprepared,
Procrastinate in hesitation.
Hoping to delay each day,
That a guaranteed tomorrow comes...
For those awaiting in anticipation.
While those fixed in delay mode...
Refuse any sign of tomorrow,
Just to keep a yesterday exactly the way it was.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Awaiting On You All
You dont need no love in
You dont need no bed pan
You dont need a horoscope or a microscope
The see the mess that youre in
If you open up your heart
You will know what I mean
Weve been polluted so long
Now heres a way for you to get clean
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
Chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
You dont need no passport
And you dont need no visas
You dont need to designate or to emigrate
Before you can see jesus
If you open up your heart
Youll see hes right there
Always was and will be
Hell relieve you of your cares
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
Chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
You dont need no church house
And you dont need no temple
You dont need no rosary beads or them books to read
To see that you have fallen
If you open up your heart
You will know what I mean
Weve been kept down so long
Someones thinking that were all green
And while the pope owns 51% of general motors
And the stock exchange is the only thing hes qualified to quote us
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
song performed by by George Harrison
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When sun's rays be tears
When sun's rays be tears
When we lost our shadow
When the sky and the earth cry
When the desert's sand swallow our steps
When the face of our dreams be dark
Who can awaken the sun?
To roll down
The warm rays of the sun
The shadows to be clear
The laugh of earth and sky
The way to our steps over the sand
The face of our happy dreams
No one. Only me and you
Thanks for my dear friend Ahamed Khaled 'Who can awaken the sun? '
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If God Was Not With Me
I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And a family I think is the best.
And trust me...
There is a lot of love to go around.
So much of it...
I realize,
More is still to be uncovered and found.
And as I reflect those taken steps,
Some made I regret.
I have never yet to meet,
An obstacle that stopped the movement of my feet.
Or a challenge created masquerading as my defeat.
Andrea, Tammy, Lisa and I...
Were encouraged to live our separate lives.
Early my identity was molded.
And I held onto beliefs...
My dreams were no bigger,
Than I could make them!
And I can now admit to this...
Having been blessed,
Not to lay all my eggs in one nest to rest.
Or get upset by mistakes I've made!
And glad a few cracks,
Only appeared in two or three baskets.
With ambition as my mission.
I thought I had taken much of my life,
For granted.
With a mind God has blessed.
And I have found the willingness to forgive,
Without regret to forget my failures.
Knowing my own success,
I would not realize...
If God was not with me to open my eyes.
Or provide me breath to breathe,
I would not recognize any achievement.
Or believe deeds done I could do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regrets
I left my youth and teeth;
I regretted.
I left my beloved and civil life;
I regretted.
Parents and youngsters left me;
I regretted.
I shall be lost after death;
I now regret.
After death, where is the thought,
To regret?
02.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Without a Higher Consciousness
It has been proclaimed...
That a direction taken,
Has brought upon diversion and shame.
And those who are upset by this,
Are sick that things have not remained the same.
But it is with change that unsettles with discomfort.
And discomfort will be experienced,
By those who wish...
Movements that are made to go backward,
Is a life that should exist...
Without a higher consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shades Of Endeavors Made
At Sunrise and the dew witnessed,
Seems to slowly cease with a patient drifting...
From making that early morning appearance,
Mindsets of those young and clinging dwell...
In a hop scotching done from daydream to daydream,
Forever locked to do this as if tomorrow sits awaiting for them.
Shades of endeavors made show themselves,
More after high noon has been lived and noticed.
An urgency develops when shadows begin to extend.
And a process that began when one beams under Sun,
Without the thinking of days coming to an end...
Become more serious as the Sunset approaches.
With a realization that this life lived to experience,
Ignores those believing an 'immortality' will give them more time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Okay?
Who has lived and not questioned,
'Am I okay? '
I'd like to think I am that way...
Okay!
And unafraid.
Although moments spent like this,
Are quick anf fleeting.
There are days I awaken,
With wishes to erase every mistake I've made.
Simply chase them away,
Sighing in deep relief...
I have a consciousness that frees me of guilt.
Am I okay?
Yes.
And everyday after I pray,
Attempting to obey my freedom from temptations...
I know I display I am not yet at peace.
With a need to keep my mind at ease.
But...
Am I okay?
Sure!
Who else can endure my own headaches?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With No Regrets That Can Take My Breath
Oh...
I am a fighter!
With a decision made long ago,
How it was I will live my life.
On my terms.
Knowing I would have to sacrifice.
I have had no doubts about it.
And will do what I feel is right,
For me.
With a living of my life to be,
My own.
I've turned away from those things I can't use.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away from anything petty,
To get me fed up and upset.
I've turned away from anything petty.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from those things I can't use.
Oh...
I am a fighter!
And will do what I feel is right,
For me.
I've turned away from anything petty.
I've turned away from everyday headaches.
I've turned away those things I refuse.
I've turned away from those things I can't use,
To get me fed up and upset.
Oh...
I am a fighter!
And refuse to be fed up and upset!
Oh I know that I am fighter.
And refuse to be fed up and upset!
I refuse to be fed up and upset,
With regrets that can take my breath.
Oh I know that I am a fighter.
With no regrets that can take my breath,
Away.
With no regrets that can take my breath.
With no regrets that can take my breath,
Away.
With no regrets that can take my breath.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Laws
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
Laws created to curb a racial profiling on the rise.
Laws created to curb a greed that has affected lives.
Laws that limit freedoms to blatantly discriminate...
Those who do this anyway,
No matter what the laws are to perpetuate a hate.
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
And those upset by these laws,
Want more of them and yet neglect!
Like 'Commandments' given no respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Witnessed Those Scenes
I examine my steps with a bit of self reflection.
But do I get upset,
When pieces of a puzzle...
Do not fit as I expect?
Yes.
I do.
But I don't let the upsetting,
Get me frustrated with regret.
Nor do I try to stop a clock,
Set to move forward.
And not wait until I've finished,
Weeping tears I've wept.
Even though I've witnessed those scenes...
Participating in them I don't like for myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm a Human Who Loves Doing
When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.
Or anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.
I'm not one to fear mistakes made,
Knowing those I will make.
I'm not afraid to move away,
From a place made much too safe.
I was born to adventure.
With a nature to explore the unknown.
I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.
I was born to adventure.
With a nature to explore the unknown.
I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.
When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.
Or anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.
I'm a human who loves doing,
Not one who peeks out windows and doors.
I'm not afraid to move away,
From a place made much too safe...
Or bores!
When I am motivated,
I do not hesitate and wait.
I'm a human who loves doing.
Or do I anticipate with patience,
To delay my fate.
I'm a human who loves doing...
And gotta move,
From that which bores.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Cordiality
Approaching those with mindsets fixed,
In fantasies delusioned based...
Would be with a cordiality and at its best.
Even though that 'may' be interpreted later,
As something other than what was exchanged.
Remember this when in these situations,
Those unable to handle truth directly...
And already showing signs of mental instability,
Are not going to overnight awaken comprehending...
To accept anyone's honesty as a gift given to deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is what you do from now on that will either move our civilization forward a few tiny steps, or else... begin to march us steadily backward.
quote by Patrick Stewart
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Take Corrective Steps
There is no map,
To tap or pinpoint those frustrations...
Periodically coming,
As if long lost friends with memories to share...
You wish would just go away.
Nor are there reasons to obey,
Routines that are kept treasured...
As if loyal, devoted and loving pets!
Does your troubles leave you upset?
Why do you let them?
Take corrective steps to feel your best,
Today.
Now!
Things will get easier somehow,
Tomorrow.
And one day your blues will fade.
Before your mind decays!
There is no way to pay for mistakes you've made.
Or no guarantee,
That a patience saved in hesitation...
Will pave the way to make your life okay.
Take corrective steps to feel your best,
Today.
Now!
Things will get easier somehow,
Tomorrow.
And one day your blues will fade.
Before your mind decays!
There is no map,
To tap or pinpoint those frustrations...
Periodically coming,
As if long lost friends with memories to share...
You wish would just go away.
Nor are there reasons to obey,
Routines that are kept treasured...
As if loyal, devoted and loving pets!
Does your troubles leave you upset?
Why do you let them?
To serve and deliver repeated regrets.
Take corrective steps to feel your best,
Today.
Now!
Things will get easier somehow,
And they do...
Tomorrow.
If you stop allowing sorrows,
To borrow time your mind finds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protective Insignificance Kept
An unevolving complacency sits.
Unresisted.
Without a sign of urgency,
Coming to involve in the igniting of it.
With motivation to move from point A to B.
Eventually inviting a destructiveness to upset.
As those requesting constructive debates,
Become angered because their needs go unaddressed.
Claiming their wholesome values have been ignored.
And a funding to proceed with their priorities has been depleted.
Yet...
A stagnation that comforts,
Identifies and surrounds a protective insignificance kept!
Without a sound made from those,
Who feed upon ideals left aging to rust.
With a daring to be challenged!
But inspired by thoughts of renovation that maintains,
A quality unchanged.
Unaccepting...
That all mindsets are being replaced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Horizon Welcomes
Everyday...
As the Sun comes,
To enlighten us with a dawning...
Without a hint of yesterday to leave.
We either choose to reach forward,
Or linger reminiscing...
'That' which had been experienced,
With perhaps wishes to change.
And accept it or not...
Everyday as the Sun comes,
For the ones receptive to the giving...
A yesterday lived has been done!
Today has erased and replaced,
All that had been touched to leave...
To move on before the horizon welcomes,
A setting Sun from view!
We live to love to leave...
Memories.
We give to take to receive...
Blessings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obscenities Triggered
I've made no pledge with no one,
To stay and remain on edge.
Or become upset,
As a sign to gratify someone's expectation.
To later regret obscenities triggered...
By a blurted thoughtlessness.
For purposes a fool made too late reconsiders.
Sitting on stoops made for fools,
Is no longer my ambition to prove I can do it!
I have,
However...
Taken steps to check myself.
And let what disturbs me,
Correct itself.
To leave those who bait reactions,
Find others who are easily heated to snap back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Backward Move These Minds
Sad are those who have isolated themselves,
With beliefs that religion and politics do not mix.
When conflicts fought are because of this.
Sad are those symbolized by myths!
Fixed and tied with lives centered upon it!
And refusing to see beyond their self destructiveness.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
Like a knocked eightball that drops...
To stop a game that's played.
By someone who has been mocked...
But comes to shock without delay.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
With wishes to have a game prolonged and sustained.
Sad are those symbolized by myths!
Fixed and tied with lives centered upon it!
And refusing to see beyond their self destructiveness.
Sad are those who have isolated themselves,
With beliefs that religion and politics do not mix.
When conflicts fought are because of this.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
Like a knocked eightball that drops...
To stop a game that's played.
By someone who has been mocked...
But comes to shock without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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