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Role Play Dreams

We've been fogged by ambiguity.
And role play dreams.

It,
Had been never my wish...
To leave you.
Maybe to lead and guide.
As if to mentor.
It,
Was something done,
We both needed.
That's what I,
In my selfishness believed.

Perhaps it was me,
Who sought compassion.
On a schedule.
And you...
Sought that too!
Too much.
As if to greed.

You were someone I could easily love.
Endlessly.
And maybe you felt squeezed.
Or sought you thought to please...
A constant feeding of my needs.
And fresh air was not there enough...
For you to freely breathe.

Perhaps it was me,
Who sought compassion.
On a schedule.
And you...
Sought that too!
Too much.
As if to greed.
But you received little of that from me.
And too late it is for me to see.

We've been fogged by ambiguity.
And role play dreams.

It,
Had been never my wish...
To leave you.
Maybe to lead and guide.
As if to mentor.
It,
Was something done,
We both needed.
That's what I,
In my selfishness believed.

And it that could have been,
Has diminished.
With me,
Selfishly...
Thinking of myself as the center,
Ending your dreams with me...
Foolishly finishing to end it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When A Maturity Much Needed Is Sought And Begins

All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.

Those games chosen to play,
To protect insecurities...
Needing to be chased away,
Are nothing more than childish pranks.
Overdue for a ridding...
Instead of pursuing them to please,
A mental dysfunction to outdo and out rank.

I've lost all attraction to play games like that.

I will return your calls.
But a tolerance of a nonsense initiated,
I no longer accept at all.
What point is made,
By a charading done to masquerade?
And in these days we live call for a seriousness.
With my desire to continue on like this...
Leaving you behind with the times I will not miss.

All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I sought Ben Affleck because I needed an everyman for this role. Ben appeals to men and women. He gives you a sense of intelligence, the notion of a guy who can think on his feet.

quote by John Frankenheimer
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Gifts to Deliver You From Inner Conflict

You can not undo misfortunes done.
However...
You can ease the affects of them,
By not having them revisit in your mind.

Or share with others,
A wish to spread your darkness.

Not having that which had been in your possession...
May be a needed lesson learned.
And you refuse the method taught,
By this teaching done you did not seek.
And the diminished options,
Now out of materialism sought...
And easily once reached!

Eventually you will begin to see them,
As gifts to deliver you from inner conflict...
Sitting with you to torture!
When you loosen your grip.
Accepting the reality that now exists.

If you choose to grow and bloom!
To fulfill a happiness sought,
Without boundaries brought.
Or limitations...
You envisioned,
And once 'assumed' are requirements...
To nourish and feed an unending need,
To keep you wealthy in such gloom!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught

As a child,
I remember the first time...
Playing hide-and-seek.
Peeking to duck.
That's all I knew to do.
I didn't want to be the one caught.

I thought my hiding places could not be seen.
With a thinking everything I said,
And where I could be would be believed.
I was a child and a child occupied my head.
And I would lie as I hid from others to hide.

But as a child I had no idea,
My attempts to fool and deceive...
Others much older than me already did.
It was as if I had been a plate of unclouded glass.
Hiding.
But everywhere I sought to hide...
Eventually I was caught.

I thought my hiding places could not be seen.
With a thinking everything I said,
And where I could be would be believed.
Until it dawned on me when I got older...
I was no longer a child seeking hiding places sought.
And I grew tired of that as I matured.
Tired I grew...
Of getting caught.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conducting Business

Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.

Not true said one wise who tried to enlighten them.
And because wisdom like this was accessible,
Attempts to share it...
Was thought to be from one,
Ego driven.
And of course familiarity breeds contempt.
So in one ear and out the other...
What was shared,
In the air it went!

Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.

Although these folks still believe,
Simply having talents will bring them notoriety.
Being able to market and package one's craft...
Guarantees an attention one day comes to last.
And those sitting on the sidelines,
Laughing at the ones that get things done...
Learn too late,
How conducting a successful 'business'...
Eventually stands on its own legs to run!

Many do not get this.
They believe their bubbles blown...
Take flight if protected in plastic.
But if not shielded in titanium,
With no faith attached to them...
Drifting dreams will quickly burst.
To leave those without vision...
Discouraged,
Over and over and over again!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evidence Of An Imbalance

Naturally...
If someone accepts something has no substance,
Because of teachings believed.
They are going to be shocked,
To find the opposite.
But an ignorance has blocked its benefit.

And the one who profits from this blocking,
Is the one who created tainted beliefs.
Even though in reality...
Neither receives a complete and wholesome experience,
From these actions to increase a shallowed authority.

And this reflects on the detriment of one's comprehension!
To become indoctrinated into a falsity believed,
Ultimately feeds a diseasing mind to unwind in time!
To leave evidence of an imbalance.

And this consequence is irreversible!
A damage done is what it is...
Unsalvageable!
Worthless to others.
But within itself...
Thought a priceless and much sought,
Rare commodity.
Everyone dreams to possess.
With the best of propaganda and marketing accessed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Didnt Know

Didn't know what you had
Until you lost it
Didn't know what you own
Until you got it
Didn't know of your sins
Until you fought it.
Didn't know what you needed
Until you sought it.

Didn't know your lies
Until someone spoke them
Didn't know of the truth
Until someone wrote them
Didn't remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them
Didn't know they died
Until someone chocked them.

Didn't know you had guilt
Until you cried
Didn't know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide
Didn't know you felt shame
Until you lied
Didn't know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.

Didn't know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear
Didn't know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear
Didn't know that you hated
Until you were near
Didn't know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.

Didn't know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed
Didn't know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed
Didn't know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe
Didn't know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Someone Made the Decision

Why do people leave,
From places once felt comfortable?
Someone made the decision,
To perceive themselves...
The end result of another's happiness.

And with a growing obnoxiousness,
Believed they could well afford...
Began to ruin the atmosphere.
And those who 'had' enjoyed it once,
Made it clear...
They could easily take away with them,
A peace of mind no one had bought.
Or sought to provide its growth to share.

That's why people leave,
From places once felt comfortable.
And that is why so many grieve,
When they believe what was done to please...
Has eventually left them alone,
To entertain their own sorrows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Light Years From the Others

Your touch...
Light years from the others.
Sought and needed much.

Attentive you are!
What you deliver is attentiveness.
The ones i thought as lovers then...
I dare not now to mention.

Something new within me flourishes.
I feel encouraged and do my best,
To be receptive.

No matter what my mood,
My attitude has always been by you approved.
And improved too!

Your touch...
Is light years away from the others.
And smothered by your love I am spolied.

When your attentiveness is given,
I care less who expresses,
You have got me rotten!
Yes.

And it is my wish to stink with it.
That's how long this has been needed.
And you, Have succeeded...
Beyond my dreams.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What World Have I Sought In My Poems Deeper Than Me?

WHAT WORLD HAVE I SOUGHT IN MY POEMS DEEPER THAN ME?

What world have I sought in my poems deeper than me?
Beauty beyond Belief
Love’s Essence-
More music than my lines tell-

Lovely lonely life
Does not have Beauty enough
To sing the sound I sought-
More long and great
Than me
Divine Infinitely.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Quest

I sought Him on the purple seas,
I sought Him on the peaks aflame;
Amid the gloom of giant trees
And canyons lone I called His name;
The wasted ways of earth I trod:
In vain! In vain! I found not God.

I sought Him in the hives of men,
The cities grand, the hamlets gray,
The temples old beyond my ken,
The tabernacles of to-day;
All life that is, from cloud to clod
I sought. . . . Alas! I found not God.

Then after roamings far and wide,
In streets and seas and deserts wild,
I came to stand at last beside
The death-bed of my little child.
Lo! as I bent beneath the rod
I raised my eyes . . . and there was God.

poem by Robert William Service
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Aftermath Mellowness

Liqueur is sought more for its aftermath
Mellowness than its immediate kicks.
Conjugal love is sought more for its effects
After the act than the preceding thrills.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time

I float through time with riddled thought
Amazed I've found the love I sought
That time once judged by hurt and doubt
When pain was all I knew about
Would now be seen through joyous hue
Of memories I make with you

And time, though once my enemy
Has come to be an azure sea
Upon which now I spread a sail
And pray for loves puissant gale
To take me ‘cross time's vast domain
And place me in your arms again

Where once its waves at twilights gloam
Would dare to take me far from home
I find, with time, a steady guide
Secure to trust its certain tide
Will take me to your hallowed shore
And leave me humbled at your door

I find in time a trusted friend
Whose past transgressions I ascend
To appreciate it's stormy way
Has made me who I am today
The answer, due and overwrought
Is that time has brought the love I sought

poem by Perry Biggerstaff
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Sonnet: God Decides Our Earthly-life

I sought a dollar, got a penny just;
I sought a penny, found dollar instead;
I sought a lover, got a load of lust;
I sought but lust yet, got a soul to wed.

The things we seek, don't happen in our time;
The things we search are found neither our way;
The things we see, we cannot always mime;
The things we want, we get some other day.

Man's labour long and plans evade fruition;
God's blessings come just like a waterfall;
The ways of God defies any diction;
He cares for all creatures mighty and small.

Our patience gives us success or defeat,
A man who's blest can walk life-time bare-feet.

poem by John Celes
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Bitter In the Winter of Your Discontent

If you know a love sought,
Isn't where you are.
And has not been.
When will you awaken,
From that wishful thinking?
You attend with repeated heartbreaking.
Again and again.
What point are you really making?

You wish to receive warm hugs,
On faces quick with grins.
What season of life,
Have you found yourself stuck in?

If you know a love sought,
Isn't where you are.
And has not been...
You either neither need it!
Or...
You are frozen with resentment,
Bitter in the Winter of your discontent.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Path of a Gambler

A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
a few more pounds to add to his loot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.

A father has lost his son to a single action;
when he craved to add to the tempting fruit,
a man sought coin in a voluminous fashion.

His gambler's heart soon became a beacon;
racing, waiting for a spotter's toot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.

This one risk is only but a fraction
of the goal which he was to pursuit.
a man sought coin in a voluminous fashion.

When his hands started to feel the burden,
one that he had been too blind to compute,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.

When his bets were lost, he heard a beckon,
he sought to close the the tribute.
A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.

poem by Michael Roysdon
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Dreams & masters

Dreams & masters
~
I dared to dream
And made dreams my answer
Though I never understood the question
Or the notion of its being
When reality held to many horrors
I sought my solace in a dreams escape
Where I the master of my dreams
Or where they the master of me
There are little answers
But so much beauty to be found
In a dream, a dream is free
Who would not wish the perfect love
The beauty of a hearts imagining
All of this I saw and more besides
The feelings felt, felt so real
That they tore a hole into my heart
Upon waking and realising I were alone
Not I count to my own cost
How I dared to dream
And made dreams my answer

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Birth of the Warrior

Respect. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Control. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Power. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Love. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Joy. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Peace. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Sought from the source external.
Robbing another, and in turn robbing the seeker.
Another protects theirs, as the seeker protects his.
In the quest, it is given away to another, with nothing returned,
The seeker loses themselves.
To put another before self, is to find one self.
Yet, the seeker must protect what is theirs.
Though it must be shared, as it is found for this purpose.
It is that, which is shared, that can never be stolen.
It is the gift.
Not to be given, as one who gives, expects it back.
The gift that is given to one, cannot be shared by many.
The gift must be protected.
For those starving from within, will get a taste,
Not realizing that they have their own.
They just have yet to harness it.
The power lies within.
Yet, within lies, it lies.
It is when the seeker respects themselves, they can respect others, and can share respect.
When they can control themselves, others respect will respect them.
They then find their inner empowerment, and now need power from no other.
The battles you endured, you are courageous.
The demons you have battled, you are fearless.
After many defeats, you rose and became victorious.
The seeker is not a victim,
The seeker is a champion.
They have conquered the battle from within.
Many battles lie ahead, they can reflect on the battles past.
Now, the warrior inside is born.
Fight on!

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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For Whatever The Reason That Is

I lived that 'straight' and normal life.
That's right!
For whatever that was and for some does.

I also walked upon paths,
Others decided were the best and no one should pass.
That's right!
For whatever that was and for some does.

I even chose to leave my own interests behind.
To please others who had druthers to believe,
What I was born and with a choice to do...
Was a foolish move and I was a fool.
That's right!
And day and night I was laughed at too.

Then one day I awakened,
Determined to put a stamp on my identity.
That's right!
I awakened to realize my life should be prioritized,
For me.

And for whatever the reason that awakening did,
I began to witness what others sought to seek.
That's right.
I observed and witnessed in disbelieve,
What it was others sought to seek.

And it was the approval from others,
They are still attempting to get.
But somehow have not received.
For whatever the reason that is!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Could Use A Big Pinch

We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.

And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.

We all,
Have been 'there' in emotional need.
But choosing to be alone...
With those needs going unknown.

We all wish to be fed,
That which is in our hearts.
But expressed with hot heads.

We all want sometimes,
To be on someone else's mind.
Caring less...
They have their own desires to address.
And when that from them is confessed...
We then expose our centered selfishness.

Oh yes!

We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.

And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.

To leave...
Some with no choice but to voice,
Obscenities heard screaming...
To get that attention publicly!

We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.

We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.

We all could use a...
OUCH!
Why did you do that?

~I thought that was a request.
For a message you needed help to get!

We 'all' could use a big pinch,
Of more commone sense.
With a feeling that is believed...
To leave no one unconvinced! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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