Selfish Desires Wished And Reminisced
A purposed degrading of a forward moment,
Time dictates has to be made.
As time moves on and does not discriminate.
Enslaves the ones affixed...
To selfish desires wished and reminisced.
With a sitting in a stubbornness effectively done,
That permits and confirms one's own isolation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Matter What the Temperature
Whatever time you wish it to be...
It never seems the right time for that time!
Since 'that' time wished and wanted,
Has long been gone.
Without a moment of it,
Hesitating long.
Whatever dream you missed,
Reminisced hoping it makes a reappearance...
On a dream list picked.
From a memory lifted.
Forget it!
You will never be pleased,
Having both doubts AND memories.
The time now that is lived,
Has to be lived in the moment it is given.
Sitting in a rut to give up hope,
In smothered despair...
Delivers just that.
Prepared frustrations.
Living in torment transmitted,
That sucks breath from life...
Is death.
No matter what the temperature of it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Why I Stay Away
There is not another excuse you can use...
To allow time to slip away from you.
Or to sit and wait for your happiness to appear.
If you have not done a thing,
To attract it near.
There is not another alibi to utter.
Or mumble in self centeredness...
About what you will do when the time permits.
There is nothing about time,
That is going to sit and wait.
Not for you to decide what decisions to make.
Or question what should take place with others,
In needless time consuming wasteful debates.
Others may say they accept who you are!
I do too!
And that's why I stay away.
No friendship I give,
Will be treated that way.
I don't like to feel,
What I value has been betrayed.
And loyalty...
For me does not need to be defined.
Your campaign for wishes to be understood.
Reeks from an ego that has done you no good.
But you in your stubbornness can not comprehend...
It's not what others have done to you.
But what they have allowed you to do to them.
And it's a shame they still claim you as a friend.
That's why I stay away.
I value what my friends choose to do and say.
And taking folks for granted...
Is not my way.
Nor will I ever find that kind of time...
To let thoughts like that occupy my mind.
I thank God I respect others.
And not of the selfish...
Me...me! I...I,
Kind!
And I don't like my time wasted.
While others make up their minds...
How to use it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Between Those Moments Gone
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I finally realized,
I can not continue to analyze my life.
It has to be lived.
In the time given I am living it!
This life!
My life.
And right I wanted it.
Free of tricks and traps.
No more patience could I give to that!
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I had to let go!
From the redoing of the 'what ifs'.
And the sitting with emotions reminisced,
To feel them still existing.
'Something' had to end.
I knew it was 'my' resisting.
And...
In between those moments gone,
I learned how to begin to believe...
In me!
And severing myself away from conflict,
Was no longer a question welcomed to visit.
It became my duty.
My reality.
To free my soul.
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I knew I had to maintain and hold onto my dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Affixed
Nothing kept precious is ever lost.
We keep it (them) affixed in our minds
To glow brighter.
There it remains...
And sustains its beauty within us.
To replenish and reflect.
In essence...
Affixed.
In a permanency attached,
Affixed.
Affixed.
Affixed.
I nspired by: Davidia Kartina
'Thank you, Davidia. I appreciate you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Offers Have You Made...
It is not that I am selfish.
How can you say that?
When all you've done is take!
When was the last time you surprise me,
By giving?
What offers have you made,
To show anything I do for you...
Is something you appreciate?
What time have you sacrificed,
Without complaining you feel drained?
What time have we ever spent together,
When you've made a request...
I did my best to obtain.
And delighted in your excitement about it!
It is not that I am selfish.
How can you say that?
When all you've done is take!
And all I've asked is some time alone with you.
And quickly without hesitation you make excuses!
As if the time you take,
Is too much time for you to give for my sake.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem By Louise Gluck, Now Rate It Zero, You Have Taste
Remember that time you made the wish?
I make a lot of wishes.
The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.
What do you think I wished for?
I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.
I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Move On
She purposed me before 2.5 years
I said yes and all I have now is tears.
6 months later she told me she has a boyfriend
I said 'you loved me', 'when did I' she said.
It was time to move on so I went for new babe
Talked, laughed and spend lot of time with them.
Whenever I was with them, I only remember you
I missed you, but they were sticking with me like glue.
Some purposed me and I purposed some
I had only loved you so I left all of them.
I couldn't leave you so return to you with shame.
But still you were thinking only his name.
I had tried for 2 years to move on
I couldn't so told myself, c'mon
Why should I? Till now I have been loving her
And I will love her even if it is nothing for.
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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Listening Effectively
I got it...
The first time.
I got it...
The second time.
But it was after the third time,
Of understanding clearly...
What was said the first time,
I stopped listening...
To allow you to ramble on.
Hoping in the midst of you doing it...
Something in your mind would comprehend,
I am also participating in the conversation.
And doing the best I can,
To do that effectively.
'Oh...
So,
Why didn't you interrupt me...
To say that you understood? '
I tried.
But listening effectively,
Is not one of your attributes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walking Through Life
at four o'clock in the morning
you wake up and begin to take
your walk with life
the wind is cold and the path
is rocky and you are walking on
bare feet
your clothes are useless
you go on not minding
the thin thread of life that
you are treading upon
you hear the screams of those
who fall recently into that
abyss of oblivion
you are not disturbed
you already know what is happening
if you fall you say that is natural
it is not bad luck
if you don't that is alright & understandable
for the time being
neither is it good luck
it is at this moment of your life
when you say yes to everything
you ask yourself for once
if you have the right to say no
you don't have really.
they tell you to move on
and you ask them
where to?
there is no answer. Their silence
confirms too, their search, their own isolation.
their unloving distance
it is at this moment that you feel so strong
because now, you are all
alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Because Of My Own Stubbornness
Why did I not pay any attention?
I have lost everything,
Because of my own stubbornness.
'Well,
You said it yourself.
Because of your stubbornness,
You have lost everything.
But you have gained a wisdom,
In the knowing that you must rid yourself...
From that stubbornness.'
Yeah.
Even if I did that...
What I had will never return.
'I once acquired an abundance of ignorance myself.
I thought I couldn't live without it until it was gone.
And when I sought understanding for my failures?
Guess what? '
What?
'My stubbornness was in the center of all of it!
And when I began to comprehend that...
It didn't matter what 'things' I had to impress others.
And that is the only reason why I acquired 'things'.
My stubbornness made me believe I needed to impress.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
What happened to your ego?
What happened to that?
'When my stubbornness got up and left,
I realize it was connected to my ego.
There is nothing like seeing,
How shallow and limited one can be.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isolation
In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to self preservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize
Isolation, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation.
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Often I Hear This Comment Made
As time moves on and seasons have gone,
To be loved and remembered...
By those who choose to look forward today,
Without staying to reminisce yesterdays faded.
Often I hear this comment made...
'It is never too late! '
By those who have chosen to hesitate,
To do what time has given them to get done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New years Eve Dance
This new years eve
I willl dance
With the hands of time
For I know her moves
For we have danced
From time to time
She going forward
While me looking back
Both knowing no future
Till it has come to pass
Oh how funny we look
As we glide across the floor
Never knowing where we'll end up
When the dance is no more
Will it leave me a better man
Or a mess for all to see
All I know for certain
That there's a dance
Waiting somewhere for me
To hold it so very close
For a moment it may only be
But sometimes my friend
Those moments last
For an eternity
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Ecstasy....
by the time that this walk and
intermittent stays are completed
soon, i shall be like you papa
sitting on the bench facing the
porch watching the sunset...
i shall pour wine in the glass
as i shall forgo all my waning desires
those wasted years
seeing life pass me by
i am untouched and i have not
touched anyone
except the cycle of those moments
all too human,
handed by the dictates of humanity
complete with the diploma
life completed,
ecstasy unachievable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Released From Their Craze
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of rifts!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
This is beyond diets to keep.
And New Year resolutions made,
To begin exercising or a smoking that is hard to beat...
For those wishing to be brave.
Although they increase the eating of sweets.
Believing that shifting from one thing to another thing saves.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
No one with thoughts they are better than others,
Will continue to deceive with the purposes to defeat.
No one with thoughts they will achieve success,
With a manipulation done...
To diminish with restrictions to everyone,
NOT anymore.
And NOT encouraged under over or besides 'this' Sun.
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
That their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
And those non-believing,
Will find themselves less afraid.
And those non-believing,
Will be released from their craze!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remembering The First Time
Remembering the first time we made love
Remembering the first time we made love
I was just recalling
Sitting here glad as I am
With your photograph,. I hold it in my hands
Aching for a vision of you, youre right in front of me
Looking at the photograph, and the way you were looking at me
I was remembering the first time we made love
I was just recalling
Remembering the first time we made love
Remembering the first time we made love
I was just recalling
Remembering the first time we made love
Sitting here looking at the table
Its just like a photograph
Theres you and me, fruit, drink, good food
Oh the things we did, the things we did
From the shower we took to the very first look
Remembering the first time we made love
I was just recalling
Remembering the first time we made love
Remembering the first time we made love
I was just recalling
Remembering the first time we made love
Youre rich, youre beautiful, youre in love
How wonderful life can be
Just the wya you wanted it to be
Yet I am the colour of the night
I am the colour of the night
If you could only make it right
If you could only make it right
Remembering the first time we made love
I was just recalling
Remembering the first time we made love
Remembering the first time we made love
I will never forget you girl
Remembering the first time we made love
Remembering the first time we made love
Love you, love you, love you girl
Remembering the first time we made love
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Dreamless Nights
Dreamless nights
Sitting awake
Staring silently into space
With unseeing eyes
I look on vacantly
Waiting impassively.
Unaware of Time’s movement
In isolation, in silence
I sit still.
Recollecting not the Past
Nor looking forward to Future
Knowing that,
When all is known
Life is just nothing –
A bit of clay,
A wisp of wind
A breath dressed in dreams,
Dreams, which you can not dream,
When your nights are sleepless,
Sitting up wide awake
I wait for weariness
To come and close my eyes
Night after night
Into dreamless nights!
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You Have No Need For The Ones You Have
Continue to procrastinate.
Do nothing,
But waste your time!
Advice solicited given to you...
Has been excused,
While you choose to make up your mind.
Time after time...
After time each time!
Keep your steps reluctant.
Make decisions you say are with faith.
Remain stubborn not listening to others.
And hesitate,
Sitting while you wait!
In a selfish self debate,
You salivate...
Deliciously,
When speaking of your fate.
Those dreams you wish fulfilled with promise?
With hopes?
Came by to knock on your door!
But you were inside,
With doubts you did not stop!
And those knocks you heard,
You left ignored!
And away from you,
They've gone forevermore!
There was a delivery that came,
Especially for you.
But those 'gifts' disappeared.
When you made it clear and obvious...
You have no need for the ones you have.
And the ones you have you fear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Too Early or Too Late
It will not matter what time it is.
Or when the Sun rises...
To caress the horizon,
With beaurtiful Sunsets.
As twilight arrives.
Penned fresh thoughts of you,
I am here to do.
With changes that are few...
In memories I keep.
And there has not been one moment,
I have live that you have not been missed.
Reviewed and reminisced,
In my mind with wishes.
It will not matter what time it is.
And never too early or too late.
Your face has a place in my heart always.
Although you may not be here to touch...
You do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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