That Which I Do Not Know
How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up and down
The accepted are rejected
And the rejected are accepted
In due course. Curse not
If you are not now accepted.
28.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Life to Live
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
From birth I've known the path I walk.
And stubbornly I kept my aim.
I was prepared for rumors and the talk...
Long before my name change,
To label and brand...
The quality of my game!
Played by my command!
Oh yes!
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
I've been connected!
To every aspect of my life.
I myself accepted.
Regardless of who thought that wrong,
Or right!
This is my life to live!
What is it on my resumé,
You find it difficult to believe?
Hmmm...?
And I am just getting started!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unappreciated
She was his toy, his plaything
to be put away when done.
And she, the fool accepted it
and accepted all the fun.
But at some point the fun she'd had
became a source of pain.
And like a doll that breaks into pieces
and is never played with again,
She stared at him with glassy eyes
wondering what he would do?
He simply left in search of another
and she realized she was through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Pain for you
This pain is for you
Many things I believe for you is pain
I dont want any pain from you but I accepted your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever
Pain can be your own mistake
pain can lead to your own troubles
pain can lead to anything inside of you
you just need to get some help
you need some assistances to get you out of the pain
Many pains cannot be removed
many can stay forever and ever
many think pain isnt nothing for them
pain is everything you learn from outside world
you may get it someday
someday you will see what I learn from pain
you can see me with cuts on my arms
that was pain, everything I want is pain
Love is pain too you know
you left me alone in the outside world
pain is getting inside of me, not letting me go
I'm alone in the darkness of shadows
This pain is for you
Many things I believe for you is pain
I dont want any pain from you but I accepted your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever
This pain is everything painful has it is
ready for everything is to be done for you
I'll be ready for everyone's pain
Every shadows of darkness is there inside of me
tearing me apart to learn from you and the people
So I'll take everyone's pain away
so you can tell me about your pain and
forever pure
poem by Hunter Kejick
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When God took it, he accepted it; when he brought it back, he accepted it. That's what's happening with me.
quote by James Brown
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Evil is a fact not to be explained away, but to be accepted and accepted not to be endured, but to be conquered. It is a challenge neither to our reason nor to our patience, but to our courage.
quote by John Andrew Holmes
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Groove By Groove
A gift
......... is not a gift
..................until accepted
A gift
...........of me to you
..................if accepted
A gift
...........of you to me
..................if accepted
A gift
............of we
..................when accepted
That’s love (Our Love)
July 07,2008
poem by Ben Gieske
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You were told how much space so it was a matter of whether you could send in two paintings or three paintings, you know, pending where the show was being held. You did submit work to be accepted. Once you were accepted that was it. You did your own selection of what went in.
quote by Lee Krasner
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Put Me First
I accepted
that you did not put me first.
But you kept
putting me last. All the time.
Last
was the last place I wanted to be.
I once wanted
to be put first. By someone. Sometime.
I accepted that you
did not put me first.
But last
was a place, that I could not, bear to be.
Last was a place,
that ones true love, cannot placed be.
Ones true love,
is someone we run to, have to see.
I accepted that you did not
put me first.
But you
did not love me enough my love.
You neglected me,
rejected me, when me you did not see.
Therefore you
are going to lose my love.
Do not
forever try my sacrifice love.
Or else
I shall die, when I say goodbye, my love.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There Are Those Who Are the Exception
Do you honestly believe,
That saying things derogatory
About anyone...
Will suddenly be erased,
With a few apologies?
And a forgiveness done that is forgotten?
Let me introduce myself.
Since your approach to life,
Is a little different from mine.
How many things have you done,
That were 'unconsciously' intended?
None?
Me either.
In fact...
I doubt if that is possible.
So often,
Apologies are expected to be accepted!
That's why my approach to life,
Is to snap someone awake...
The moment my toes are stepped on.
And I do my best to inflict similar pain.
This 'turn-the-other-cheek-business'?
I'm just not into.
People know exactly what they do,
When they do it!
Under the influence of alcohol.
Or flying high on weed.
So often,
Apologies are expected to be accepted!
And there are those who are the exception.
They have feelings connected to emotions...
That are at stake.
And mistakes at their expense is not for-give-able!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Vision Is Not Man Made
Up from a continous bloom,
A beauty undaunted appears.
Through the crushes on paved concrete...
Nothing about its presence,
Seems to be obsolete.
Although those passing by,
Are disguised in accepted weaknesses.
This vision is not man made.
Nor has it accepted a growth...
Prevented by limitations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Accepted What Their Eyes Have Shown
Something in their heads,
Have them programmed to believe...
They should not respect themselves.
Or expect they can and could achieve.
Something missing in their heads,
Should have connected them to a maturity.
Something that recognized,
Who should be responsible...
And accountable for their activities.
Something in their minds,
Should have made eye contact with themselves.
Something said or they did not see...
A reflection of themselves yet!
One accepted and believed.
Something has left.
And will never return.
Something that should have been taught.
But for them,
Never to be learned!
And that is why they hide from themselves.
They dislike and despise what they see!
And they have never accepted,
What their eyes have shown!
They are afraid to be who they are.
Even alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Only Way Now
Some days I just wish.
I could run and hide.
No matter where I go.
Suicide seems my only way.
My life is not worth it.
All this pain and suffering.
I dont want to be here anymore.
The only way is suicide.
Nobody can help me.
I cant fix myself.
Nobody knows the real me.
Suicide is the only way.
I put on this false act.
And slap a smile upon my face.
When really Im dying inside.
The only way is suicide.
All I ever wanted was.
To be loved and accepted.
Just to feel the warth of your love.
But you never loved or accepted me.
Suicide is my only way.
I hate you.
Look at what you did to me.
You broke my heart.
You broke my spirit.
You left me empty inside.
Suicide is the way.
You left me
Hurt angry bitter and twisted.
And becuase of you.
Suicide is my only way
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I enjoy my relationship with straight men. It's very nurturing. It's very validating to hang out with straight guys and be accepted. So many of us, we were not accepted when we were younger by straight persons in high school.
quote by Kyan Douglas
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Flaws Faced
Traumatic its revelation.
Self evaluation.
There and undenied...
Are flaws faced,
Blemishes accepted...
No longer can I hide,
With a wish to replace.
And from out of darkness,
Is my existence...
Lifted from conflict.
And instead of running away from criticisms...
There is a welcoming that assists,
To further as I correct...
A more defining happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Two Fools Will Enjoy An Endless Argument
Advice.
Whether accepted or not.
If you do something for someone...
Do it and let it go.
Without making reservations,
In anticipated expectations.
Advice.
Whether accepted or not.
Listen to those you believe to be fools.
There is much to learn...
In the avoidance of ignorance.
But let it flow from the lips first.
Any interruptions introduces an argument.
And when was the last time anyone won an argument,
With a fool?
Only two fools will enjoy an endless argument!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Sweeping Away of Deep Secret Weepings
When a pain is felt,
Until a numbness appears.
Who is best qualified...
To declare the depth,
Of the hurt felt dealt.
And the healing that nears,
Of the agony one alone has to clear.
Who better is best qualified,
To feel what that is...
And how that feels from inside?
Some unfeeling this,
Expect quick steps to get over it.
As if recovery from a sorrow,
Is borrowed.
To be clocked to stop at midnight.
Not to go on beyond tomorrow.
Heartbreak no one fakes.
Even though it may seem to have gone.
The one bearing it...
Knows whether it is there or not.
To be there until it quits.
Until the feeling of it drops!
With it moving on.
When someone wounds another,
In a revenge one seeks.
Why is it accepted,
A forgiveness may be sought...
With a forgetting believed,
Has been granted and reached!
Only one can say,
When a personal pain has gone away.
And until that is expressed...
No one else can profess,
What to do and how to do it!
Or which remedy is best!
How it is applied...
And in which way to push this aside.
It is there to be felt...
Until it leaves!
And the grieving with it has gone.
With a sweeping away of deep secret weepings,
From a place they had stayed!
And all teardrops have dried.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traitors Will Be Ostracized
Fitting in...
Being accepted!
Not standing out...
So as not to attract attention
To oneself!
It's so difficult to have integrity,
With a raised eyebrow.
Sooner or later...
It will have to be shaved,
Or sunglasses worn...
With black lens to hide that!
And designer approved.
A recommended 'chic' with deception look!
Anyone percieved detecting dishonesty...
Will be labelled as a follower of truth!
And that will not be tolerated!
Traitors will be ostracized...
And punished to the fullest degree.
The very best of character assassination
Will be applied!
It is a conformity everyone abides!
And legalized to uphold an accepted way of life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Friend's Suicides
A friend has commited suicide
many friends has left behind
many friends I use to hang around
but one major friend has gone
My one and only friend,
She has gone for along time
She made everyone cry
She made her friends do it
but never been listened
A friend has commited suicide
Many friends has left behind
Many friends I use to hang around
but one major friend has gone, and so am I
She left me behind
No-one didnt want her alive
she accepted death will do anything for her
she didnt believe everyone is going to be with her
she believe in suicide is the only way out
I, myself should go
many hated me for a reason
I learn what I did to learn
I will follow what I learn from them
hating is the people can think of
Friends should be loved and accepted
many suicide is for everything
but not for love and hate, it can be everything
this is why people and friends go
They accepted death is the only way out for them
poem by Hunter Kejick
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