Recovery
That which occurred in our lives,
Does not return.
The 'now' is to be lived!
And with it lessons learned.
To wish for that which no longer exists,
Implies a resistence to what 'is'...
And the mentality associated with it.
A recovery is done when one moves on.
In acceptance of what has been lived,
Has to be let go...
Since it is gone.
There is nothing from yesterday,
That will be replayed again to stay.
To live life is a forward movement,
It is!
And for many in denial,
They refuse to see it that way.
Insisting on a revisit.
To relive what now isn't for them.
Remaining deluded,
Some do...
To addicting intoxications,
To redo and transfix...
That which has slipped from their grasp.
And traumatically faded away too fast!
Never to make a reappearance as it was.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck In Between Disbelief And Denial
A return to relive,
A yesterday gone...
Is not going to 're-happen'.
That change to come,
Has arrived for everyone.
And that which 'is' as it appears,
Is here to stay.
With severe adjustments,
By many to be made.
And...
For those still stuck,
In between disbelief and denial...
Should choose acceptance,
As a long lasting friend.
With plenty time to devote,
To a doubtlessly close relationship.
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It Implies Not Looking Back
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
So many have been comforted,
By schedules made and keeping set dates.
With a scratching off from a menu decided,
To replace or hesitate to eventually procrastinate.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
Even Mother Nature comes to assist with this movement.
With a shifting of Earth and turbulent winds.
Spinning storms called hurricanes,
From the shores of Africa that begin...
In vast waters referred to as the Atlantic Ocean.
And still there are those demanding entitlements,
With preferences prayed in a daily devotion.
As if they have rights to insist a life liked to live.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
But...
Unfortunate are those who believe,
A moving back in time...
Is a choice to make as to who will lead,
Them away from truth...
To produce more delusions and fantasies!
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
And leaving behind many detached,
Who will never become attached to reality.
Moving forward is the change everyone will believe in,
Whether to embrace, accept or not.
We live to experience, grow to then distance,
From aged beliefs to advance to other adventures.
With a wisdom kept to keep to be reminisced but not lived,
Repeatedly to comfort our insecurities.
'I hate change.'
Me too.
I wish I had more dollars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Games Of Procrastinating The Delaying Process Of Age
When that time comes,
And all that has been done...
With a leaving of those holding on,
As if each day faced...
Is not to be lived to their expectations.
Before it is chased away.
There is nothing anyone to them can say,
To be heard to prioritize.
Some just do not get it,
And for them it is difficult to perceive...
Nothing about this existence,
Is here for them to exist permanently.
There are those who sit alone,
In their shadows wishing for those moments...
To relive a past that has slipped from their grasp.
And goes too fast for them to realize it.
And there are those who believe,
They can do as they please.
Only to awaken one day to discover,
Mother Nature is not here to play with them...
Games of procrastinating the delaying process of age.
No leaf hangs onto a tree,
With decisions to make when it is time for it to leave.
And if anyone believes they live to make these decisions...
Will find those things they could have done,
Much too late to do.
Since nothing God creates awaits to be manipulated.
'IF I only had more time to find.'
For the doing of 'what'?
Getting up off your butt?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dancing to Old Tunes
There are no ties I wish to keep,
With anyone seeking to enter playgrounds.
Wanting to reminisce a swinging on swings.
Or those seesawing near remembered sandboxes.
There is 'something' about living my life,
In the 'here' and 'now'...
That a yesterday that has gone,
I can not relive with a desire of dancing to old tunes.
And there is something to be said,
About those who enjoy...
Celebrating places that no longer exist.
As if their lives lived today comes as a surprise.
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These Times As They Are
These times as they are,
Will never be as they are to relive again.
They can be remembered to romanticize,
As those eyes on youthful days fade away.
But these times as they are,
Are not here to stay.
Ask anyone tomorrow who had been born,
The day before...
What hour lived would they like to revisit.
Would they patiently sit to contemplate it?
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Lived To Witness
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
Each moment I am given to move ahead,
I do!
And those who refuse truth to do as they choose,
Would not improve my outlook.
What will remaining fixed to reminisce prove?
I have no purpose to value or live 'today' as I exist?
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
My purpose is to live.
Give.
And from the doing of it,
Receive blessings to me that benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Lived Moves On
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
Bouldering that overflowing dike of tears,
They may cry.
Heal.
And let those emotions subside!
But do not collect over the years,
As souvenirs awarded for their sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Mel (villanelle)
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
The old ones, in their dotage, linger on –
they, with no future, live only in the past.
And we who can but sit, dumb and aghast,
scarcely believe that while the sun still shone
the one who should have lived has gone so fast.
Six decades older, surviving to their last
few days or years, together but alone,
they, with no future, live only in the past.
At least she kept on living to the last,
but should have had a future. She has none.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast,
and they, for whom so many years have passed,
are unaware that one they loved is gone.
They, with no future, live only in the past,
mark time until the final trumpet blast,
and never know the respite they have won.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
They, with no future, live only in the past.
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No Life Is Right Until Lived
When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.
I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?
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Let Go Of Yesterday's Sunset
Whether you like the position you are in or not,
You are better off in being my partner.
Than you are remaining in opposition to it.
And what the times we are living in represent,
To continue stubbornly remaining insisting we are foes?
Let go of yesterday's sunset.
Embrace what's on the horizon as it shows.
Enlightenment is there as bright as the eye can see.
Open your mind and lower your nose.
How has that mentality you've kept to reflect death of progress,
Been to your benefit?
Where and when has your display of indifference,
Sustained you with an advantage to obtain gains?
Without the enforcement endorsed by your fading influence.
Let go of yesterday's sunset.
Embrace what's on the horizon as it shows.
Enlightenment is there as bright as the eye can see.
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One Has Standards to Maintain
Are you a joke?
Or is this an inappropriate time,
For your life to be lived.
And your dreams of securing a house,
With a white picket fence...
Seems too rich in delusion.
And undernourished.
Lacking in an acceptance of reality.
And you laugh at 'me' and my perceptions,
Quick.
One of us desires for yesterday to make a comeback.
And the other refuses to accept anything from yesterday,
At all.
Including those delusions,
Assembled for a fast marketing of trash repackaged.
One has standards to maintain.
The other?
Has a sanity to protect.
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To The Accusers
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to say,
Why did I see life that way.
Enemies!
You made them.
And gave them...
Reasons,
To act indifferent.
You believe,
Your life...
Is more right.
Inspite the sight,
Of your own degradtions!
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to say,
Why did I see life that way.
Enemies!
You made them.
And gave them...
Reasons,
To act indifferent.
You believe,
Your life...
Is more right.
Inspite the sight,
Of your own degradtions!
To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.
To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.
To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.
To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.
To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.
To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.
To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Empathy For Fools
These days are moving along too fast,
For anyone to begrudge...
A doing not done in those times in their past.
Nothing wished to relive is going to return.
And what it was one should have learned,
Had been an opportunity...
To sit through those lessons.
With less of a stubbornness that now affects,
The ones expressing concerned with much regret.
These days are moving along too fast,
For anyone to begrudge...
A doing not done in those times in their past.
And those dismissed for being overly ambitious,
For being a jack of all trades and not masters of one...
Are no longer considered fools.
With a proving they can do many things to get done.
'You are just who we've been looking for.
Someone who has been exposed...
And can adapt with the wearing of many hats.'
~I was once told I could have been a president of a bank.~
'I used to be into titles too.
Aren't you glad you healed from such foolishness? '
~I was never into titles.
But I must confess to having an empathy for fools.~
'Good for you.
At least one of us is patient.
I like your style.
You are hired.
I hope you stay with us for a while.'
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Current
To be fresh and current,
Implies a readiness.
For one that accepts life...
With a preparedness.
Unafraid to update,
An outlook lived at one's best.
And reflecting on a 'now' that is...
As memories are collected,
With a sharing with others...
That is kept for them respected.
And yet left to flow!
But not with them sit.
To continually revisit,
In minds that resist...
Those changes unpermitted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Am Not Committed To Its Existence
My life!
And the total living,
Of the experience of it...
Has afforded me the many lessons,
Learned and given...
By being discipline, observant and listening.
Although I admit those teachings,
Did not sink in to begin...
Until my opinions,
Of how others lived their lives...
Beyond and outside of my vision,
Ceased to end my judgements passed.
And that is when my life,
Began a whole new adventure....
On a more personal path.
Without my nose being in someone else's business.
Or believed I had 'all' the answers,
When too many questions I had...
About my own existence that took top position.
And with God's assistance...
I learned how to shut my mouth.
And with my eyes and ears open,
I grew to know when and how to pay attention.
Allowing me to grow to know that which I am still learning.
To live and let live to leave alone if that is God's wish!
Especially if I am not committed to its existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Much Life Longing For More Life
SO MUCH LIFE LONGING FOR MORE LIFE
So much life longing for more life
Wanting to live so much
To feel to experience to know to enjoy to love.
So much life
Others have lived
So much life
I would have lived.
And the life I have lived?
More than I can know or understand
So much of it gone forever.
And all the longing and all the memories
And all the love,
Where is it now?
I have lived so much
And never lived enough
And want to live too much more
And know I will never live enough
And know I have lived so much much more
Than I will ever know again.
Life and more life,
Longing and more longing,
Life- Please God-
Not Death.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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For Who and Why
To those who value it...
Life becomes more precious,
When the thought of death and its permanence...
Comes to be not so distant,
In the reality of one who reflects on the years lived.
Fragile is this gift that has been given.
And those who believe,
They can do as they please at a time when they choose...
Often find themselves wishing they did not refuse,
To take that time when it came...
For themselves and no one else.
Realizing who they did that for...
Has either ignored them,
Or pushed them aside.
To show no appreciation.
As they live their own lives!
It is best to prioritize what one does...
For who and why!
Before they see their lives,
Like flashing snapshots.
Passing fast through what seems an hour glass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad Side Of The Moon
(bernie taupin/elton john)
Published by songs of polygram international - bmi
Seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin in a foreign tongue
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
It seems as though Ive lived my life on the bad side of the moon
To stir your dregs, and sittin still, without a rustic spoon
Now come on people, live with me, where the light has never shone
And the harlots flock like hummingbirds, speakin in a foreign tongue
Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
There aint no need for watchdogs here, to justify our ways
We lived our lives in manacles, the main cause of our stay
And exiled here from other worlds, my sentence comes to soon
Why should I be made to pay on the bad side of the moon
Im a light world away, from the people who make me stay
Sittin on the bad side of the moon
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
This is my life, this is my life, this is my life, my life
song performed by by April Wine
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About Survival And Life
There are so many things I have learned,
About survival and life and healing from pain.
I've learned that those who ignore,
Others doing their best to painfully survive...
Will eventually learn a few lessons themselves.
And for some who shun others as an expectation,
Especially those...
Unaccustomed to being shunned themselves,
The pain to them that comes will be incredible.
Although...
An adjustment aided by one's hindsight often helps.
Allowing lessons as lessons are to be taught and learned,
No matter how difficult the acceptance is....
To provide just the right amount of significant influence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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