Prized and Once Cherished
Where do open eyes,
Turn to find those undisguised?
Contact is pointless,
When a vacancy is known!
And looking away...
Into a desert reflecting similarites
Is shown,
A lonely task awaits ahead.
An emptiness is carried,
For a wish to see sparks of life.
A smile or two accepting,
With renewed vision!
But the journey of one,
On a mission to overcome isolation...
Continues on a path in search,
For identities recovered.
After months experiencing,
The mind slaughter now that has passed.
To leave those observed empty in bewilderment,
Sitting beside rusted treasures.
In tears!
And clutching onto overdue tax bills!
Enduring the heartbreaking loss...
Of a prized and once cherished,
Good credit rating...
They could no longer privately keep,
To secure their fading statures held...
That glowed,
Upon their now disturbed and troubled faces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Journey Knowing Pain
The ‘JOURNEY’ of life is full of so many mysteries,
Almost never giving the answers we would to hear.
Cruel and hard as it seems,
The journey continues from day to day,
Week to week, month to month and year in and year out.
Sometimes we feel this journey is so meaningless,
Emptiness fills our hearts, we sadden, we bleed,
Find ourselves without a face
Not wanting to go on any longer
Asking and seeking…is it really worthwhile
To suffer each day so relentlessly
No horizon to been seen, stars they don’t shine
Rainbows have no colours, the sun cold,
Cold as ice, raindrops become your tears,
The wind your inner fears,
The ocean mixing up your emotions.
Flowers wilt as so does your soul,
Songs become just a tune without melody,
The beautiful lyric you once heard
Is deaf to the ear.
You stumble and fall from mistakes made,
There is no forgiveness, no trust, all is gone,
Judged, convicted and sentenced.
How do you pick up the pieces again?
It seem a mission impossible
To far from your reach, the miles never ending.
This is the ‘JOURNEY’ I am experiencing now
The reflection in the mirror a wicked monster,
To be condemned till the day I die
Called a ‘Journey Knowing Pain! ’ for
I cannot just be ‘ME! ’
But in my heart I know that ‘IF’….
I could take back yesterdays journey
It would be the very first thing I would do.
To those who I have shared this ‘JOURNEY, ’
For all the pain, all the wrong, all my mistakes.
Which caused pain and made you bleed and ache within,
As humble as I can be I beg your pardon.
Please look into your heart and forgive me,
Once more I stretch out my hand to you
And ask once more….
Help me turn this ‘JOURNEY’ for the better
And not the worse!
dedicated to: my other wing!
Comments:
There are but 3 JOURNEYS in life.... The Entry, The Exit and the Journey of life itself experiencing each phase as an entity of its own! Share with me a journey of...knowing pain!
poem by Chiqui Babykin
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Carried On My Back To Master
If tears from my eyes,
Are seen to drip...
As if from a faulty faucet,
Needing to be fixed.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
If my tongue seems to be tensed,
And incensed with laments.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
If my comments should offend,
Anyone listening...
With pretensions they defend.
I have just observed and visited,
The sufferings endured...
By my sisters and brothers.
Enduring hunger and homelessness...
In once thriving neighborhoods.
And I do the best I can...
To continue my journey,
With a focus at my command.
Trying to comprehend and understand...
Why my tears,
Falling in a silence no one hears...
Can not nourish or flourish those lives I pass,
As I grasp these visions appearing...
On my path.
Knowing my own burdens and tasks,
Are carried on my back to master!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bridled
Bridled on roads no longer disturbing.
With a weakened back patched...
From shoulders hunched,
And freed of carrying ancestral anger launched.
I am my own strong buck and steed.
On a tight lipped mission,
I understand and that is all I need!
As I move against the grain...
Others follow with lightened loads.
I look for no safe haven to rest.
None there ever showed!
My mission is explicit.
One sometimes I wished away.
But I have accepted,
Without regret on my path...
Certain 'gifts' I must deliver,
Without hesitation or doubts that last.
And 'why' is this?
I do not ask!
My task is to accomplish.
Whether or not tears fall or I bleed.
To look forward on my journey here,
And not what others do...
Or what I've done in my past,
The one I leave behind me fast!
Looking ahead I must...
With a trust that I grasp!
To make myself and my Master pleased.
And to breathe without sighing or grieving...
At last!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Perhaps He Can Tell Us What He Knows
If one continues to remove obstacles,
Off of one's path.
And a journey one has taken has had,
Nothing but obstructions along the way.
To make it easier for others to follow.
One day someone will ask,
To have a curiosity finally revealed.
'This path we have taken,
Seems to have been cleared...
Prior to us getting here.
Who planted the trees and flowers,
Along this path and paved it?
How can we rightfully call ourselves pioneers,
When someone else obviously...
Had to have been here before we came.'
~That's a very good question.
Let us wait until others awaken to notice.
But for now we will take the credit.
There appears to be an elderly man up ahead,
Picking weeds.
Perhaps he can tell us what he knows.
And then we can document that with re-writes.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Better Quality of Life
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
Few I see walking.
Or exercising their right,
To feel healthier and bright.
Most with a better credit rating,
Than the one I possess...
Seem to be stressed and obsessed with regrets.
Why can't they whip out a piece of plastic,
Or be 'loaned' out of their mess?
Isn't that what having good credit means.
An ability to temporarily be free of duress.
That sounds so inviting.
To live for the creditors to hound and bite.
Hmmm...
I think not.
Not on my drug free watch!
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
There were those who believed I had lost my mind.
Literally!
Since I did not chase behind,
Luxury items.
Marketed to confine.
I chose to leave that kind of life behind.
When I challenged myself to look away from 'things'.
Only the necessities,
Brought me more happiness it seems.
'And you say I can get two of these for a dollar?
Can I get three for twenty five cents more?
Why are you staring at me? '
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Exploring those things like nature walks,
Or riding daily on a bus.
I admit in the beginning...
A few choice words I openly cussed.
And that action began my release.
'I's free.
I's free.
I's be free like morning glory.
Well...
Not entirely.
I still pay basic bills.'
Stripped from impressions I see others attempt.
With a clear mind unaddicted...
These observations now to me make less sense.
I spend what I can,
On what I can afford.
And after doing that...
I may be broke but far from bored.
Life unattached to crap,
Can be quite exciting!
Although social invitations are few,
And far between.
But having peace of mind that is recognized...
Is more fulfilling than being in and around those scenes.
And that's a given.
Why should I desire to have better credit?
When a better quality of life,
Is all I wish and need.
I is free from pretentious living.
Uh-uh.
Yessuh!
Are those who have a better credit rating,
Living lives that are troublesome free?
If they are,
I don't see it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How to redeem life
Pertinent question always knocking the mind,
Soul I honestly search, but answer not find,
Lucrative offers come on the way but rescind,
Unknown call from within always me remind,
I feel there is something which must be attained,
Salvation you may call but bondage not retained,
Attachment free link and true essence obtained,
Living in world but not isolation and detained,
Human life precious not to be easily lost,
Temptation more but not drawn at any cost,
May not find place when situation so worst,
I may turn good when honoured will be first,
How to lead a noble but simple life?
Will be most difficult as double edged knife,
I shall surge ahead not stop at this juncture,
Even when you find life wheel get puncture,
You may feel humiliation and path with obstacles,
Danger may lurk and not noticed by spectacles,
Not deterred by setbacks path should be found,
Worth will be mission and goal seem sound,
You are not free as surrounded by sides,
Which side to go will concern more besides,
If you choose left, right will be exposed,
So not to worry sides, trust only reposed,
Never assess good work but dump in the sea,
Either burry in ground or not attempt to see,
These small things emerge but may not matter,
It may harm more if mentioned or find utter,
This may not hamper your peaceful existence,
Life will be worth with powerful substance,
But even slight deviation or making distance,
Mission will be in jeopardy and quoted for instance.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind!
Seeing and hearing,
Is it eye that see?
Is it ear that hear?
Eyes are windows of Mind,
Like are ears, eyes have eyelids, ears remain open!
Seeing is not perceiving,
Light passes through the small camera,
Giving picture of world around,
Yet mind is the processor,
Process the data,
Process the colourful image,
Sometime filling with its own colour!
But it is not vision,
mind sees something itself,
Seeing through the mind without the help of eyes
Neither windows opened,
Nor light from open windows affect!
Mind is that faculty sees something within,
And day by day the vision become clear,
When mind learns it is not the seer,
It sees everything clear,
Clearly presented to the master,
And Self is the master of Mind,
When mind is pure and clear,
Without prejudice and suspense traits,
Self perceives self in its true nature,
Nothing goes bad,
processed food for thought remain good for ever!
one who sees eyes as seer,
He is ignorant,
One who sees mind as a seer,
Knows not,
One whose mind sees the seer is different,
Vision get purified, seer can see through the mind,
Scenes seen by mind with eyes closed,
when perceived by seer,
It becomes vision of life,
And that vision when becomes ambition of life,
Ambition becomes aspiration,
Aspiration transforms into mission,
Mission transmits wisdom and genius of self!
Self becomes master Of mind
Self becomes master Mind,
Master and mind becomes one,
Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Love Letters
She held a pack of love letters tied with ribbons and bows.
these were the love letters that she would never show.
Every one of them was dated first to last
These were the letters that held a life past.
Times may pass and things may change
But memories stay the same.
The writing of love letters had slowly disappeared
But she held on to them from year to year.
She sat with the letters in her lap.
As the tears rolled down her eyes
He had said he would be with her
Till the day he died
And fifty years later
He met his maker
And was carried to the cemetery
by the undertaker.
The letters had been written
with tenderness and love
Proclaiming every thing
Even the stars above.
He said life was meaningless if with her
His life he could not share.
And losing her was something
he could not bear.
Now that he was gone and she
Was left all alone.
The house didn’t seem
like much of a home.
She knew her children would not understand
Why she held the love letters in her hand.
These were the memories that kept her alive
And on that she couldn’t deny.
But her mind and body was fading fast
And she knew she could not last.
So to her children she bequeathed
The letters that she cherished all her life
For that was her husband, and she was his wife.
These are the love letters that your father
Wrote to me when we were young and carefree.
He told me of all that life had to offer.
And of all the love he had for me
And that he wanted to raise a family.
When you read his letters you will know
Why I loved this man so.
And now it’s time for me to go.
Because your father awaits me on the other side
And we’ll be together for all of time
poem by Louis Rams
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Carried Away
(barry gibb/albhy galuten)
There you are
Shiny as a morning star
Its a figure of speech
But youre still out of reach
You never told me loving you could be so wrong and right
And its gonna be a lonely night
I turn to you
You turn away
Youre looking at someone else
And here am i
Loving you more and more
Weve got an open door, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Cest la vie
So you wanna play another part
Can you say goodbye
Can you live a lie
Shell never give you what I gave you was my breaking heart
Better than I ever knew
And if you can live without my love
Youre really gonna be alone
And here am i
Walking against the crowd
Calling your name out loud, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Carried away
Baby there aint no final word
Ill be yours again
I got a world of tenderness
Yours until the end
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Dont Look Into my Eyes
A sight of ocean rising in ceaseless waves
against the sky troubled the moon
as she slowly turned around to see me
die everyday just to live longer,
and found me lost everyday
just to find my way home.
You tried to look into my eyes
as though they were some paintings...
to see the beauty, I know not;
to search what's inside
though I know clouds there are not.
And everytime you do, I turn away;
just like a fallen leaf on the ground, I never stayed.
Your tranquilled passion pushed through
you asked me why;
as if for a moment, reasons would surely justify.
But no, dont look into these eyes
or try to search something thereby;
you'd only see the prison I made for myself
after he went away.
I dont want you to be like the troubled moon
that sees me die everyday
just to live a little bit longer;
and that Im lost everyday
just to find my way back home.
No, dont look into my eyes
or even try to search something thereby;
They'll only tell dread stories-
after the day he went away.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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I Cried and Stood Upon the Fading Landscape as the Snowstorm Pierced My Heart
With every smile I fake, another part of me
Dies inside, projections of emptiness and utter
Misery appear before me, and scream
Relentlessly for eternity. Candlelit shadows,
My nonexistent soul walks the path of failure,
I see nothing ahead, wrapped around my throat are
The hands of life, the irony pours down from my eyes.
Repress this agony, ignore the fading colors of the sun,
Keep fooling myself into this false realm of empty hope,
And the orchids froze into the blooming December sky.
poem by Michael Robertson
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Tell Me Why
That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smile
laid down my life, one kiss would take me through the night
I close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smile
it's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?
why I just can't stop wondering you're on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
just to tell you goodbye
a day down the line, reality's back on my mind
yesterday's behind, the charm of love has died but why
unsatisfied with what we get used to in this life
I laid it aside, looks so pale with open eyes
so I just keep on wondering about what's on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
why again you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Guess Who Will Find THAT Offensive?
My comments offend?
Your skin must be very thin.
If my depictions are available,
To be observed...
And your eyes have been fixed on sweets.
While you couldn't get enough,
Of those delusions fed...
To quickly eat of that 'funky stuff'.
My comments once made,
Freely and unafraid...
Will eventually be all up in your head,
To repeat back to me.
And guess who will find THAT offensive?
People like you who now wish,
They had listened and not passed judgement.
Have you ever heard the term,
'It Is Never Too Late? '
Look around you.
What time have you been waiting for to arrive?
That has long been sitting to visit.
And right before your eyes undisguised.
I didn't welcome that.
You did!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Second Journey
Each generation knows the pain,
As loved ones leave us with the strain
Of mourning when another dies
And hot tears flow from teary eyes...
But life's a journey meant for love,
Before we fly to God above
And all the good works that we do
Are merely saying, 'I love you! '
We copy those who've gone before,
So that love lives from shore-to-shore,
Throughout the centuries we've known,
This precious faithful love is shown...
Father-to-son and passed on down
The Christian faith that bears the crown,
That foretaste granted here on Earth
To those who know the Saviour's worth...
Death merely parts us for a while,
Despite its sting, despite its guile,
Eternal life, God's gift to Man,
Extends beyond this mortal span...
That's why there's hope as tears subside,
We look to Christ, arms open wide...
For God the Father, God the Son
Will reunite us one-by-one!
And when we meet, for meet we will,
No longer old, no longer ill,
No longer pining day-by-day...
As Jesus bids us all to stay...
We'll bid farewell to all our tears,
To all our foolish doubts and fears,
As Jesus welcomes us, we'll sing
Our sweet Hosannas to our King!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Love Of A Beautiful Soul
i have fallen off the path of enlightenment in which angels guided me thru troubled times a great cloud of pure deep darkness is in the path in which i must cross light can not even pierce thru this cloud objects in my way everywhere and anyway i turn evil lays behind me as times that were hard are now passed but im not outta the woods yet more and many more journies lie ahead unclear and unknown to all that travel down the dark path must soldier on and go thru all the objects must always be on the move acomplete a mission must always march forward no matter what situation no matter how dire the need be for me i must percieve and once again stay away from the dream killer soul shard the diamond star of st.666 fire everywhere lights anywhere from everywhere people and buildings the earth scorched from above and below run run far get ahead travel like no one can they say patience is a virture hang in there and hold on and god and the heavenly angels will guide u to the light ill wait for long as i can and as long as it takes alone and always constantly in harms way for the moon and the stars in the skies above and beyond i remember from memory and always remember beauty as i can i can a beautiful woman with a heart like that of pure golden delight and s mile so sweet she made me blush just thinking of that soft sweet smile and her gentle soul one day ill be at peace with the universe and times of chaos will trouble and no longer rock my world one day wen i am outta hell and at ease i will be with her and never no pain nor lonliness darkness will leave my mind and i will always treasure her for who and she is and why i love her so her soul so perfect a gem a diamond in which sparkles and shines for her smile and love complete me in ways i can never understand.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Smiles
Smile a little, smile a little,
As you go along,
Not alone when life is pleasant,
But when things go wrong.
Care delights to see you frowning,
Loves to hear you sigh;
Turn a smiling face upon her –
Quick the dame will fly.
Smile a little, smile a little,
All along the road;
Every life must have its burden,
Every heart its load.
Why sit down in gloom and darkness
With your grief to sup?
As you drink Fate’s bitter tonic,
Smile across the cup.
Smile upon the troubled pilgrims
Whom you pass and meet;
Frowns are thorns, and smiles are blossoms
Oft for weary feet.
Do not make the way seem harder
By a sullen face;
Smile a little, smile a little,
Brighten up the place.
Smile upon your undone labour;
Not for one who grieves
O’er his task waits wealth or glory;
He who smiles achieves.
Though you meet with loss and sorrow
In the passing years,
Smile a little, smile a little,
Even through your tears.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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A Vision of Tears
Yesterday it
rained
the valleys
were
flooding
before me
a vision of
tears
Basins
overflowed
a landscape
before me
a vision of
tears
A heart
could not
contain
any longer
before my
eyes
a vision of
tears
Two lovers
whispering
their
good-bys
befo re my
eyes
a vision
of tears.
poem by Heather Burns
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Winning At The Game Of Monopoly
May I ask a question?
'Sure.'
Will my good credit rating,
Allow me to borrow more money?
Well
Look at it this way.
Think of yourself as winning,
At the game of 'Monopoly'.
'Okay.
But any money I win isn't real.'
Think of taking those winnings,
To a bank.
'But I will be laughed at.'
And
Your point is what?
What do you think your good credit rating,
Is going to return?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Points of contact
We travel and keep moving
Each time you move ahead
You should have stepped at a point
Ensuring the grip of the point
You might have pushed ahead
And you make your next step
After reaching the next point of contact
You push ahead
Exerting the force of the push
On the point of contact
The more frequently you
Meet the points of contact
The faster is your movement and going ahead
The point of contact acts as fulcrum
That ensures your push becomes a movement
Thus, you will agree,
Points of contact
Help you move
Regardless of the direction
And regardless of the destination
Quality of your movement
Depends a lot on the
Quality of the points of contact
A slippery, less firm point of contact
Makes you slip
And end up with failure
Your journey terminating not
Helping you reach the destination
Despite all your skills
And efforts towards pushing ahead
You understand that
Points of contact need your attention
They need nourishment
Maintenance and care
The Point of contact need not be
Just a material or stone
Or a step in a ladder or staircase
It can also be a person
Who helped you in your movement
Some time, some where and some how
It is also a requirement
That you be in touch with them
Demonstrating your care and love for them
Your life journey
Either through vocational career,
Or through domestic living
Or through places
Require the blessings of points of contact
Take care of them
Nurture them
Ensure that they are fit and strong enough
To carry your weight
And help you go further ahead in life
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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