Self Examination Is a Process That Must Take Place
I am not one up to addressing stress.
Or the affects of neglecting the effects of it.
But those who defend and protect the obviousness
Of their own unhappiness,
Because they choose to keep their stress kept secret...
Can not be helped.
I've dealt with it myself to know the steps.
People who have already decided to over-medicate themselves...
Have chosen not to face their own reflections.
And self examination is a process that must take place,
If anyone is going to progress beyond their afflictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing
The BENEFITS of confessing,
To having less and becoming honest with oneself...
When addressing this in complete truthfulness,
Quickly eliminates a need to numb and medicate stress...
To free a mind accepting,
Time for them has come to set aside expectations.
And the ADVANTAGES of knowing,
There are limits to one can stretch to feed wants...
Seems to leave no mental or emotional affects to protect.
Like those who experience worrying themselves to death,
As to how to maintain false images obtained...
Jeopardizing dignity AND a loss of self respect.
Yes...
The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing,
For those aware and prepared for this...
Can be cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stress
When stress gets me, I’m not alone;
It strikes almost everyone;
Be they my kith or kin or spouse,
Relatives, neighbors near my house.
When stress attacks, I’m not alone,
It affects all known / unknown;
Be they friends or strangers or foes,
In office, class-room or indoors.
When stress hooks me, I transmit it
To those around by habit;
It spares no one, however great,
Almost everyone is its bait!
When stress gets me, I avoid it
And train my mind to remain fit;
Worrying, hurrying will not suffice;
Stress is a leading, lethal vice!
When stress gets me, I ignore it,
Expecting things to ease a bit;
A certain stress is good for health;
Ov’rstress is bad as excess wealth!
When stress gets me, I’m angry;
My house-hold pets too go hungry;
My garden plants get no water;
My world gets shrunk- it does matter!
When stress gets me, I can’t sleep;
Engulfed’s my heart in sadness deep;
I must relax/ do exercise;
This is the distressing device!
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Stress removes stress
Stress your eyes to stare;
Stress your ears to listen;
Stress your brain to think;
Stress your belly to secrete.
Then they grow out of stress.
04.03.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Obviousness of It
I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
With lines to deliver crisp and quick.
To do and say what you think,
Is in my best interest.
No...
Not that!
I'm directing this!
I want to know,
You.
From where I want you,
To feel me.
And...
That deeply!
With an ultimate shallowness,
Of seeking your pleasure...
As a goal.
To meet discreetly.
And naked if we decide,
To share a chemistry prioritized.
But that 'you' I want to know!
My heat does not generate deceit...
In my eyes.
They can't!
You've got my nose wide open!
And you can rely on that to be devoted.
It has to show...
You melt me.
Not that you might already suspect,
The obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
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Is.
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Know.
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Is.
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Know.
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Is.
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Is.
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There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Younger People
So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.
They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.
So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.
They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.
Kicks they get,
From being loud and rude.
Even in school hallways,
They loosely talk of booty choosing...
Like it is kept,
In some treasured chest.
And most of them dress,
As if they wish for a nakedness.
While observing grown up little girls,
Exposing their butts...
And developed breasts.
As if soliciting themselves to be.
Sexpots or pets,
As they bend over demurely
Around and near their teachers' desks.
So many younger people.
Speed through their lives like rockets.
And all they want to do,
Is display their bling.
They text their messages,
About the joys of having sex.
And think nothing about respecting.
Or the affects left by neglecting,
That process.
So many younger people,
Get their kicks.
And aware of it.
They are.
As if
They have been taught,
This as a focus.
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The Effects Of Freedom And Entitlements
There were times when those oppressed,
Use to beg and request their freedom.
With a wish to have their interests accepted,
And intergrated.
Well...
All requests today are now subjected to scrutiny.
With the effects of freedom and entitlements given,
Proven not to be beneficial to anyone's progress.
The obviousness of disrespect and the crumbling of values,
Can no longer go undetected to protect those living with regrets.
Unless they are one of 'those' with a nose too high up in the air,
To avoid a stench they from the trenches helped create.
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I Choose To Heal
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
Tears cried as others measured my pain,
On a scale from one to ten...
Are days I've chosen not to live.
Again!
And again.
AND...again without end.
Why should I celebrate my agony,
On a regular basis?
What does doing this for me achieve?
A hatred and bitterness I pray from me will leave?
Or a constant search to seek validation,
How miserable my life lived can be?
NO!
For others that may be so,
To acknowledge without a letting go.
But for me...
My happiness comes with the knowing,
I can forgive.
Not forgot!
My mind wont let me do it.
But make attempts to forgive I can do.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose with faith,
God has my back.
And will correct all that has gone wrong,
To make right for my life.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose to heal,
Not to relive moments of my agonies.
I already know what it takes to moan.
I already know that process.
I've renewed my commitment to living.
And give my deepest respect,
To those who had experienced...
Untimely deaths.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose to heal.
Not to be left,
For the rest of my life dropping tears wept.
To spend in the process of mourning.
Riding high on the shoulders of grief.
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When That Moment Comes
My ears,
At times...
Hear far too much.
My eyes uncover,
Wants...
I long to touch.
My lips stay shut,
And closed.
With emotions frozen within me.
Denying my own needs,
I wish I couldn't do.
But yet I do that too well.
My hands,
Reach to be held.
When I'm alone and seeking.
There is a secret place,
Inside that has this fear.
Who will protect it.
And not reject it.
If I choose to give my heart.
Who will protect it.
And not reject it.
When that moment comes,
To share my heart.
Who will protect?
Accept without neglecting.
And who is there,
To share...
My heart.
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Basically, my problem was attributed to stress more than anything. I don't know what that does and I guess doctors can tell you that there's chemicals that build up in your system when you go through a lot of stress and constant stress.
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Be Restricted To Do This For Months
For one hour of mental and physical stress,
One should take a full day...
To just sit and relax with the getting of rest.
Stress ages with a process,
That eventually affects one's peace of mind.
A few have found this to be true.
While others refuse this and do what they choose.
There is nothing more to say,
To the ones in denial and do things their way.
Experience is the teacher,
For those who have learned to obey.
And I would suggest,
To anyone disbelieving with a stubbornness.
Is to wait until that day they become hospitalized.
With wishes to be freed...
From being pricked by needles endlessly.
And forced to take countless x-rays and tests...
By those who probe calling themselves,
Doctors and nurses and interns...
Viewing you naked as 'everything' is exposed.
Being humbled and embarrassed,
For some is a neccessity!
Be restricted to do this for months at a time.
And that's all it will take...
To shaken one awake from a delusioned mind.
Be restricted to do this for months.
And pray a remedy is found...
To keep whispers overheard,
'We are doing our best but let us try 'this' next'...
With the hopes that the 'next' thing,
Is not your untimely death.
For one hour of mental and physical stress,
One should take a full day...
To just sit and relax with the getting of rest.
Unless...
You are the kind who doesn't mind,
Nervously awaiting the results of a test...
That will either prolong your life,
Or announce within days the time of your death.
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You all know I have terminal cancer-and I have a lot of it. But what you may not know is that stress induces its spread and induces its activity. Stress may even bring it on. Yet stress is the fuel of the activist.
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Stress is indispensable.
The stress is a demand on your energy,
Mental or physical. You’ve to have stress
As you are often in conflict as to
Whether to move or stand, fight or flee,
And yield or adopt. You cannot escape it.
The sooner you adopt the less is the stress.
17.05.2006
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The Best Point of View
The best point of view to have,
Is the one not interpreted to offend.
Even though what is observed,
Affects everyone with the same pain.
Many insist to have their messages delivered,
With a bit of sweetner.
And kept hushed in low voices.
Some medicate until they can exaggerate the affects.
While others choose to voice their opinions direct.
Either way this does not subject the majority of those,
Still holding onto their pretentions.
Although they prefer not to have them taunted...
And if this is suspected they become irate.
With an ostracizing of EVERYONE from their delusions.
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Indiscipline
I do remember one thing.
It took hours and hours but..
By the time I was done with it,
I was so involved, I didnt know what to think.
I carried it around with me for days and days..
Playing little games
Like not looking at it for a whole day
And then.. looking at it.
To see if I still liked it.
I did.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat myself when under stress.
I repeat..
The more I look at it,
The more I like it.
I do think its good.
The fact is..
No matter how closely I study it,
No matter how I take it apart,
No matter how I break it down,
It remains consistant.
I wish you were here to see it.
I like it.
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Sights Blocked By Insight Flight
Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
Sights blocked by insight flight.
And prolonged unhappiness?
No one should expect,
That a going through a motion...
Will be advantageous,
If a depth of feeling is not felt.
Or a self examination not ingested,
Will not expose a fakeness...
Unconsciously kept,
By the way one thoughtlessly...
Disconnects with a display of disrespect.
Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
Sights blocked by insight flight.
And prolonged unhappiness?
Observe this for yourself.
Don't take my word as if I suggest!
The examples of it are abundantly expressed.
As if what is worshipped is self serving...
With pretentions unintended but there to address.
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Tell All Stress to Beat It
Do not release from you the need,
To uncover opportunity.
That which is within your reach.
Seek that life you wish to live!
Awaken from sleep to realize your dreams.
Keep real those dreams you feel.
Just know your dreams are real.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to beat it!
Keep real those dreams you feel.
Just know your dreams are real.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to leave from your home.
Do not release from you the need,
To uncover opportunity.
That which is within your reach.
Seek that life you wish to live!
Awaken from sleep to realize your dreams.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to leave you.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to leave you alone!
Don't dare condone it.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
Make it known you're through moaning.
Keep real those dreams you feel!
Show those dreams you claim and own.
And tell all stress to beat it.
You tell that stress to leave you alone!
Keep real those dreams you feel!
And tell all stress to beat it.
You tell that stress to leave you alone!
It's just that simple.
You tell that stress to beat it.
Tell all stress to leave you alone!
It's just that simple.
Yes!
You tell that stress to beat it.
Tell all stress to leave from your home!
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Highlighting An Observation
For themselves,
There is a need to create competitors.
To see a competing done between,
Different influences.
You know...
To feed conversations,
In cliques and forums...
Focusing attention,
To eventually infuriate themselves.
And,
To do this with such dedication.
They have a need to do this,
Since their egos are the only ones wounded.
Although it is believed,
The opposite infflicted affects someone else.
But that 'someone' just notices, laughs...
Without addressing this,
To submit 'reflections' to then leave.
'If you are not addressing it,
What do you call what you are doing? '
I call it,
Highlighting An Observation.
With a donating of comments that are 'sidebarred',
That will be intended for a mention or two...
To ruffle a few feathers.
'Leave it just as 'Highlighting An Observation'.
The other part is too wordy.
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To Melt Away
For years and years, I wandered,
never touching anyone’s life.
Then one day I did
and the trend seemed
to go on without end.
I extended a hand of friendship
to everyone that I did meet,
helped them with their problems
of which their lives were beset.
Some tell me I should stop doing this
as it will cause me more stress in my life,
but how can helping another human being
ever bring stress to another life.
How can it be stressful
when you feel the joy they feel
when their problems
seem to melt away into thin air?
14 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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Enamored
I can understand,
Someone being enamored...
By the effects of the 'after'.
But it is always the 'before',
People choose to ignore...
Without knowing what it takes,
To get to that place...
Where the 'after' has acceptance.
I've been there and too aware,
What I must do to protect...
That which I respect.
Since the awaiting for it to happen,
Has taken too long to materialize...
For me not to acknowledge or realize,
My blessings.
And from 'Whom' they came to be bestowed.
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Just To Be With You
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
Without You close,
I know I am withdrawn.
At those times I'd rather sit alone...
From sunset until dawn!
The longer I am without You near...
Very little brings me cheer,
In this atmosphere.
I seem to feel the weight,
Of pressures and stress.
I seem to welcome a depression...
I accept and express.
As age descends upon my steps,
I do my best to forgive myself.
And I try,
But that's hard to do!
Then I realize I am without You.
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
When we 'are' together...
There is an absence of regret.
My unhappiness has left.
I feel a peace.
I feel so blessed!
And whatever is next,
On my path You have selected...
May it become clearer to me,
Your 'tests' I should not neglect!
Especially if those challenges,
Are there to correct my steps!
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
I hope our closeness proves to You,
I want to show my loyalty too!
And whenever I find myself subdued?
I feel my best,
Does not impress!
And confessing that 'now to You, My Father!
That's all I really wish to do!
Just to get as close as I can.
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