Refreshing Visions
When an opportunity comes,
To break down a barrier
That has separated someone.
It must be done!
To undo,
What should not have begun...
In pursuit to manifest division.
A sense of accomplishment
Over a perceived detriment is won!
Prevails with striking enlightenment,
To be hailed in a rejoicing that melds.
Lifting with a rejuvenation shared.
And a foolishness that awakens consciousness,
Is dismissed to embrace a clarity once resisted.
Dared by curiosity and myth!
Quickly healing these splits ensured...
With wishes of forgiveness delivered.
To reveal those misunderstandings held!
And witnessing them drift away,
Under clearing skies...
To brightened eyes,
With refreshing visions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Eyes Are Smiling
Hungry are the people,
Who seek to rid their fences.
They wish to heal a brokenness...
That aided their indifference.
And quickly they awaken,
From their foolishness and defenses.
Clearing misunderstandings,
Are sought with a demanding.
Something in the air,
Is making all aware...
A forgiveness is now commanding!
Being chased away is evil!
The demons can feel their ending.
No longer are they given,
Ears willing to give them a listen.
Their days are numbered and so are they.
And they are holding onto strategies...
That are slowly fading away!
Hungry are the people,
Who seek to rid their fences.
They wish to heal a brokenness...
That aided their indifference.
And quickly they awaken,
From their foolishness and defenses.
And their eyes are smiling!
As divisions between them abide and subside!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunrise And Sunset Pleases
Everyday comes,
To give all opportunity...
And a chance to appreciate,
What that day offers and brings.
Perhaps it is with the ease of it,
That we take life for granted.
And the existence of this gift given,
Is rarely looked upon or accepted by many...
For its seriousness,
Quickly dismissed.
Until it is realized there is no permanence.
And a missing of those we shared our lives with,
Becomes reminisced,
With wishes to see them again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If That Day Should Come
I am not as fragile as glass.
Nor is my heart,
Quick to stain as silk or satin.
Or in reluctance to speed the draining,
Of love I have for you that remains.
You are that essence that excites.
And overnight it seems to grow.
You have slowly become the nectar,
That has brightened my sunrising glow!
It shows...
I know this!
But you could shatter me...
If my love you dismissed.
And break me apart,
If you deny your lips...
To touch mine and kiss!
I can fall to wither...
Losing color like an Autumn leaf,
Crumpled with no life left to live!
If you leave without your key,
As a reminder you no longer wanted me.
And I could not find you around...
To beg your forgiveness!
Collapsed inside,
With torment beginning its visit.
And I will know right then...
When and where to begin my charade!
A performance I would struggle to delay.
If that day should come,
And someone else awakens you...
To find you theirs,
And gone from my dreams!
If that day should come...
To undo and split,
Dissolving
What we together have done.
Leaving me to portray a loneliness believed.
And rendered to convince myself of your absence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Dismissed Should Be Retrieved
Those wants and wishes have materialized,
Right before their eyes.
And that which has been stated not wished,
Appears with no disguise.
And arguments heard occur to travel...
Faster than a speeding bullet,
Shot from an opened mouth.
With a twisting of facts...
From there to an ear for all to hear.
Whispered behind most backs.
What consciousness is this?
When complaints like this exist.
Those wants and wishes have materialized.
Why is it they now resist.
Something dismissed should be retrieved.
Yet what has been dismissed,
Has allowed those wants and wishes...
To appear!
But not wanted.
And now claimed...
Not wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I All Those Things Meant?
Sometimes cautious,
And often with a consciousness.
At other times I wish to be aloof.
To sit between perceived negativity...
And the confirmation of it as proof.
I am one of those people,
Who see things as they are.
With messages received.
And wondering...
Am I all those things meant?
Have I delivered mixed signals.
To implant misunderstandings...
From what I've sent.
Have I over compensated,
My independence?
And no one comprehends...
That which I love and do,
I do it just for them!
And getting free therapy,
Over and over again
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Clearing Skies
It's too early for many to see the dawn.
And much too late for it to dawn on some,
With or without the light of day appearing...
In clearing skies.
Upon us is a new day,
And another opportunity to share.
With the witnessing of seeing fresh aspects,
And the changes that surround our lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Massacre
A blast fantastic.
Lightening fast.
And penetrating with quickness.
Nothing earthly,
Could track this flash!
Or detect by radar!
Massive the massacre!
An intelligence ending all ignorance,
Defended!
And overnight as those slept...
Invisible were the 'beams' that crept!
Sending signals that awakened consciousness.
With a refreshened depthness,
None would suspect.
Or could arm themselves to protect!
A dawning of awareness...
Arriving with no contest to test,
Not this power!
And the hour of unrest stirs!
Transfers implanted are made!
A massacre endures,
An accomplishment meant to enlighten,
Ensures success.
Not a frightened eye was blurred with fear!
Nor a weapon used,
In the clinching hands of those who laid,
Calm and peaceful!
And when the dawning Sun,
Moved thick and darkened clouds away...
Voices were heard rejoicing,
In ways never heard before!
'I can see! I can see!
Beyond hills.
Beyond valleys.
Beyond restrictions...
Enforced upon me!
Inside my mind is such clarity! '
Removed from them were veils,
That held their visions conflicted to limits.
This massacre indeed occurred!
Murdering all indifferences forever.
Gone within districts now lifting restraints.
And painless was this timeless visit.
Leaving those without faith...
To struggle and fight,
Their sightless mental battles!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Goodbye to Uncommitted Shifting Rifts
No tears delivered,
From eyes known to cry.
From eyes open wide and dried...
A sparkle comes.
No tears delivered,
From eyes known to cry.
From eyes open wide and dried now...
A sparkle comes.
A clearing of Sun has shown to begun.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
To go through old emotions,
Too remoted to emote.
Goodbye...
Uncommitted shifting rifts.
And those performances unsuited,
To risk a happiness.
Goodbye...
Uncommitted shifting rifts.
And those performances unsuited,
To risk a happiness...
One wishes for to come and needs.
No tears delivered,
From eyes known to cry.
From eyes open wide and dried now...
A sparkle comes.
A clearing of Sun has shown to begun.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
To go through old emotions,
Too remoted to emote.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
No need repeats restarted.
Depart...
And from this heart just leave.
No tears delivered,
From eyes known to cry.
From eyes open wide and dried...
A sparkle comes.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
No need repeats restarted.
Depart...
And from this heart just leave.
Goodbye...
Uncommitted shifting rifts.
Goodbye...
Uncommitted shifting rifts.
And those performances,
Risking a happiness...
One wishes for to come,
And needs.
Goodbye to uncommitted shifting rifts.
Risking a happiness...
One wishes for to come,
And needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Continue With Such Senselessness
You will not destroy this creation made.
Although you will try with your divisiveness...
To continue with such senselessness.
With proof your hatred,
Can and will be soon dismissed!
You may attempt to succeed,
By stirring up worldly conflicts.
But your destruction of this planet,
Will no longer be allowed to exist.
A higher intelligence comes to dispense,
A knowledge it inflicts...
To put an end to the wickedness.
And those unconvinced...
Will find the evidence,
In ways they'll discover...
A superior consciousness,
Comes to leave them all defenseless!
And it is clear,
These 'beings' are already here...
Witnessing the foolishness,
To end it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Objective knowledge, the idea of unity included, belongs to objective consciousness. The forms which express this knowledge when perceived by subjective consciousness are inevitably distorted and, instead of truth, they create more and more delusions. With objective consciousness it is possible to see and feel the unity of everything. But for subjective consciousness the world is split up into millions of separate and unconnected phenomena. Attempts to connect these phenomena into some sort of system in a scientific or philosophical way lead to nothing because man cannot reconstruct the idea of the whole starting from separate facts and they cannot divine the principles of the division of the whole without knowing the laws upon which this division is based.
quote by G.I. Gurdjieff
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I Chose With This Prose To Share
I could,
With this prose...
Ramble on,
Nonsensical.
And in doing so,
Seek content.
In a way I believe,
Would have intention meant.
But for some living foolishly,
Whatever another observes and perceives...
Would be for them a waste of print.
And that would be,
Their message sent.
Yet there come those days,
That separate themselves...
From events experienced,
Like none that have before been felt.
And with aging comes an acknowledgement...
Of an acceptance done,
As one awakens to enjoy each moment.
To appreciate with gratefulness...
An opportunity to address,
A growing enlightenment...
Arriving to inspire within one's consciousness.
I could,
With this prose...
Ramble on,
Nonsensical.
However...
It seems that in the making of sense,
Only those who have the time to do it...
Are the ones caring less,
To make attempts to convince!
And I chose with this prose,
To share a part of me I willfully expose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unmistaken Consciousness
The last of many tears came to fall.
To undo acknowledged sorrows...
Selected and picked,
To wallow away in self pity.
And this discovery was a relief...
For one who thought of tomorrow,
As a connection of borrowed miseries.
Until the stopping of this,
Revealed a life unlived!
Ignored!
And driven to please...
Others.
And the doing of this is done,
By the one giving too much attention...
To self addictions.
Like a habit introduced by another,
To leave one hooked...
Seeking an acceptance.
And those afflictions are difficult to identify...
When the crying of sighs,
Feel so good with a foolishness felt!
Until that day eventually comes...
That awakens one with an unmistaken consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And The Healing Has Begun
(van morrison)
When we walk down the avenue again
When we walk down the avenue again
When we walk down the avenue again
When the healing has begun
When we walk down the avenue in style
When we walk down the avenue, we smile
And we know that its all going to be worthwhile
Because the healing has begun
Because the healing has begun
I want you to put on your bright red summer dress
I want you to put on your easter bonnet and sunday coat and all the rest
And I want to make sweet love to you, yes
When the healing has begun
When the healing has begun
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Do Not Become Suspicious Of This
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Those with it are dwindling quick.
Many have begun to analyze their lives.
With the ridding of falsities and nonsense.
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Those with it are dwindling quick.
Many have begun to analyze their lives.
With the ridding of falsities and nonsense.
Do not become suspicious of this.
A higher consciousness has overnight made a visit.
And those who slept with foolishness,
Are seeking exits that do not exist.
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Do not become suspicious of this.
A higher consciousness has overnight made a visit.
And those who slept with foolishness,
Are seeking exits that do not exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mixed Signals
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
No need to look from the corners of your eyes,
At me or anyone else believed can be easily deceived.
The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
Look into a mirror.
The hour for self examination has arrived.
The results are clear.
Do not be surprised.
When one is accustomed to sending mixed signals...
The consistency of this,
Achieves results that are the quickest.
And one should come to grips with it.
Inconsistency begets distrust.
And any signs of loyalty disconnects quickly...
As if rushed.
To dissipate from expectations.
With debates of this then hushed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unified Pursuits
Now that many are awakening,
To see how reality connects and works.
They are wishing to contact those dismissed,
For not being this or that.
And being considered in that past,
As those without identity with a calling them jerks.
And their activities had no connection,
To those living in distressed communities!
Or not being 'real' when efforts they made,
Were ignorantly in need of attack as then perceived.
Times have a way of changing all that!
Now that eyes have been opened wide,
Those caught up in their 'new' discovered truths...
Are curious why those dismissed,
Have no interest in participating in their 'unified' pursuits.
Or retracing...
Those dismissed steps,
They have long ago left!
With a 'Best Wishes' on their peaceful breaths.
And showing not a sign or a hint of regret.
In fact, there is a happiness revealed they reflect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desire
Last night I took a turn I never should
I knew nothing good could come of this
Morning's come now and the smoke has cleared
How did I get here from a single kiss
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
When I get home there will be hell to pay
I wish there was a way to ease the pain
In a heartbeat I could lose it all
Then my tears would fall, fall like pouring rain
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
I can't undo what's been done
When the web's already spun
I got caught up in desire
No matter what I say
I can't make it go away
The trouble's just begun
Can't undo what's been done
No I can't undo what's been done
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Beautiful Are These Days For Some
Beautiful are these days for some.
When the dawn is appreciated when it comes.
And attention is given to the birds that sing.
With a lifting of those troublesome burdens...
Are finally freed from the need to feed upon hardships.
Realizing this is no kinship to happiness.
When confronted and dismissed,
As quickly as fresh dew disappears!
Conflicts and battles,
Can easily drift away as unwelcomed foes.
When identified and decided,
A unity is missed and wished.
And this is allowed to grow...from within!
Isn't that where all decisions take hold and begin?
Once denial inside dies.
And life lived starts from the bright side.
If one can let go...
Of the emptiness of things.
And a value that has been placed upon them.
All that is loved...
Is not found hoarded and locked behind closed doors.
Or parked to collect dust,
Under carports to wash, wax or reflect a gladness.
To sparkle greater than the Sun!
And...
So beautiful are these days for some.
When the dawn is appreciated when it comes.
And attention is given to the birds that sing.
With a lifting of those troublesome burdens...
Are finally freed from the need to feed upon hardships.
Realizing this is no kinship to happiness.
When confronted and dismissed,
As quickly as fresh dew disappears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beating The Odds
Beating the odds,
Is a difficult thing to do.
Especially if those odds,
Have been beating on you...
For many years.
And 'suddenly' one awakens,
To a breakthrough that appears.
With a path clearing as if to favor.
Who with eyes open wide and clear,
Would not view this as an opportunity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demands of Accomplishment
How great is the feeling of accomplishment?
When the application of dedication,
Has seldom strayed from those sacrifices made.
And one has given undeniable time...
When time itself had seemed uselessly spent.
Is a sensation one can not explain,
To anyone who sits without a purpose...
Trying to comprehend what to them makes sense.
With wishes to have dreams delivered,
And not a finger to lift.
Or hesitant to make a stand,
To place a step forward...
With a footprint made the best one can.
People like that would not understand,
The demands of accomplishment!
Or what it means to one who beams,
After living through experiences,
One sometimes laments.
And with those experiences one has lived...
Motivating as they do to continue making attempts,
To accomplish through pain and feeling of loneliness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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