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That Which Is Really Cherished

To value life,
More than things.
Is a mindset that arrives,
For those who choose to see beyond...
Concepts of victory.
And medals to honor valor.
Bestowed upon temporary stances of glory.
To sit dusting on an ignored mantel.
Erected to cover a natural surface.
With a wish to keep pretensions decorated.

To value life,
And the nourishment of it...
Increases one's awareness,
Of that which is really cherished...
When the threat of it leaving,
Clarifies priorities immediately.
And many folks,
Have yet to have that in their lives addressed.
Especially those consumed by credits and debts.
And living in fear,
Of missing the pettiness of life and all it affords.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Needs of a Way of Life

Does it seem the pettiness of an existence,
Has been emphasized?
With an abundance of it accepted.

Issues that have a direct affect on people's lives...
Aren't nearly as scrutinized,
As the color of one's eyes.
Their waist size.
Or who they find attractive.

And folks are losing their lives...
To have these priorities implemented.
As needs of a way of life that must be enforced.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Decorated My Life

(debbie hupp/bob morrison)
All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white
Till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then
Till the balance was right
Then you added some music, ev'ry note was in place
And anybody could see all the changes in me by the look on my face
And you decorated my life, created a world where dreams are a apart
And you decorated my life by paintin' your love all over my heart
You decorated my life
Like a rhyme with no reason in an unfinished song There was no harmony life meant nothin' to me, until you came along
And you brought out the colors, what a gentle surprise
Now i'm able to see all the things life can be shinin' soft in your eyes
And you decorated my life, created a world where dreams are a part
And you decorated my life by paintin' your love all over my heart
You decorated my life

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist

If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.

If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.

And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.

So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Missing You

Your smile lights up a room
Like a candle in the dark
It warms me through and through
And I guess that I had dreamed
We would never be apart
But that dream did not come true
And missing you is just a part of living
Missing you feels like a way of life
Im living out the life that Ive been given
But baby I still wish you were mine
And I cannot hear the telephone
Jangle on the wall
And not feel a hopeful thrill
And I cannot help but smile
At any news of you at all
And I guess I always will
Cause missing you is just a part of living
And missing you feels like a way of life
Im living out the life that Ive been given
But baby I still wish you were mine
Missing you is just a part of living
And missing you feels like a way of life
Im living out the life Ive been given
But baby I still wish you were mine
Im living out the life that Ive been given
But baby I still wish you were mine

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Fear III

I let life be
I don't claim others
Trust me that mindset
Will never tear my from my brothers

Yet I still wonder
How I'm still standing here
Up on my two feet
Holding up against fear

Yet fear itself
Is still why I fear
That statement is old yet true
And I hold is near and dear

I swear I won't be consumed
Because fear only scares me
With fear, brave is assumed
But to me, it's a guarantee

poem by Jared Bradford
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Fixed Positions

I wish you the best.
Those who are stuck in routines!
And those with priorities,
Living on deadlines...
And schedules set.

I hope your apple cart,
Will never get upset...
By any of the changes,
On the road ahead projected.
Some already there.
And more detected.

May your life lived today,
Find you living...
With as much peace as you can get.
And I pray you have some of it,
Stashed away in storage.
Or packed safely in a treasure chest.
Since I suspect...
You'll be dusting it off to use very soon.

Some people make adjustments,
And are able to go with the flow.
Others choose to avoid the flow...
To remain comfortably unchanged,
In a stagnation.
Awakened to be forcibly shakened.
Separated in horror...
From their fixed positions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barely Noticed

I live life!
Free from trying to impress.
That seems such an outdated mindset to have.
To exist seeking approval.

I can understand that action,
When folks are attracted to one another.

But to live one's life,
Just for the sake and sacrifice...
Of pleasing someone else?
I'm not in it like that...for that.
Not like that!

However...
I do 'crave' appreciation,
Applause and standing ovations!
WHEN I am in the mood,
For that kind of attention.
Which isn't 'too' often.
Since I am a natural giver.
And I choose not to have my talents,
Taken for granted.

Do you now understand 'why'
I shy away from the spotlight?
It's just not my cup of tea...
To be smothered by fans,
And asked for my autograph!
It's soooo...
Pretentious.

And I'm not like that.
Not at all.
I'm self evolved!
With just a slight hint of ego,
Barely noticed!
And when it is...
That's rare.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life isn't Hell

We die whole life for thinking of hell
What is that supposed to deliver or tell?
We are doing exceedingly well
Life is not that bad to curse or dwell

Our religious books are full of all divine speculations
That has raised sometimes little fear and many questions
Where are we going to head after leaving behind dead body?
Someone may suggest as it is to be taken over by somebody

Well, it is nice to keep person under constant fear and check
It is difficult to understand after death what can be at stake?
Who may know exactly what is open to us there after
Sometimes we are lead to believe and turn into laughter

We resort to all kinds of soul purification
Do no evil or try for its identification
What can be pursued and what can be forgotten?
Well certainly first question will be that of money all ill gotten

It is strong belief that soul will be taken by death lords
It will be under direct supervision of God under the threat of swords
We die simply because of imagining the death sequence
It has so much impact in the mind with its presence

The person who has adapted well with journey
May do it so with ease and leave it to almighty
Nothing is in our hand and it may come so in natural course
So it will be clear to him in advance for offering no curses

It has to be taken lightly when end is expected near
It is natural to have in mind unknown fear
Yet end can be peaceful if all concerns are well addressed
There is not much left behind or to be confessed

We all know about the divine layers
We memorize and repeat it in prayers
If we surrender to sub conscience in time
The end may not that painful sometimes

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Entwined In Concepts

Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.

And when these 'things' began to lose their sheen...
Less interest in themselves slowly could be seen.
The need to constantly be together became a non-necessity.
With a wish to be alone in one's own space.
In a place the other was either invited...
Or not invited to be.

And a love between them,
Although expressed...
Was missed.
Leaving dreams and desires,
To be held and kissed...
Becoming less obsessive.
And often dismissed.

As those things cherished gathered dust with time.
There was an emptiness felt!
And invited.
Under one roof where no happiness once there,
For them.
No longer, for them, they could find!

Yet and regretfully...
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own, they did, to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
Loans and debts could not keep this correct.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
Gone was 'that' and any remnants of happiness.

And when their credit became less than good.
They found themselves in arguments...
Blaming the other for a wasted life spent.
And agreeing to split is what they should do,
To prove this less the expensive.

With a being together for them now making less sense.
As they express to others,
They've done the best they could.
But a love to make better wasn't theirs to save.
Nor was it there from the beginning!
And this had been the costly mistake they made!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Sitting Around Waiting to Be Examined

Folks who wish they knew more about others and don't...
Say those like this are 'complicated'.

Nothing is complicated about someone who lives an active life.
Folks find them 'complicated' for this reason...
They are not sitting around waiting to be examined.
Although they may be gossiped about...
Very few of them are living lives with issues!
And if they do...
They seem to move on with them being handled.
Without communal get togethers.

On the other hand,
Folks who claim to know what's going on...
Will say they are not interested in politics.
But can tell you who did what to who and when,
Next door and down the block.
Their noses aren't going to travel too far!
That wouldn't be to the best of their interest.
And self indulgence is their main priority.

People on missions to get things done,
Are not in one place to be observed.
And they aren't living to receive acceptance.
They are here to achieve.
Not bleed another heart!
Or found huddled in groups,
Prepared to victimize one of their own kind.
For being disliked.
So disliked that person can not be ignored.
That person has to be agitated into conflict!

Unfortunately,
There aren't too many people like these.
People on the move...
With things to get accomplished.
Things they want to get done and do.

Those 'programmed' to be far less complicated!
And quick to ruin themselves.
And their quality of life...
By not paying attention to the decline of it!
Leave evidence and facts of that in abundance!

And they are hopeful President Obama produces a magic wand!

~He 'needs' to produce,
A Department to Combat the Onset of Mental Diseases.
And their long range affects on a programmed mindset! ~

That title is too long.
They are already accusing him of being too intelligent.
For a Black man...that is!
Even under a microscope,
They are trying to uncover his flaws.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temporary Guests

Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.

And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.

Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
On this Earth.
Or can not divorce themselves from craving,
A taste for an exclusive foreverness...
Selected for a few to feed and greed.

This,
Reality...
That has a beginning which advances to an end,
Many can not accept,
Themselves as temporary guests.
But dictators to infest a manifesting of regression.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.

Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.

So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somehow I Am Immediately Alerted

If I can express,
From my own point of view...
A committment to honesty,
As 'my' experience with it
Allows me to be.
With a self assessment...
That encourages I should be limitation free.
I will not be seeking opinions,
As to how my own impressions...
Affect me emotionally,
Mentally or physically.
Somehow,
I am immediately alerted.

Or why my feelings are felt,
The way I feel them.
Somehow,
I am immediately alerted.

Nor am I going to address that in debate.
To await who wins!
Somehow,
I am immediately alerted.

If I say I feel a certain way about my life...
I do not seek a validation.
Nor will I take random surveys.
Somehow,
I am immediately alerted.

Any emotions I can not define...
That are mine,
Has very little to do with outside observations.
No needs do I have to schedule visits,
With qualifying psychiatrists.
Or analytical dissections of dysfunctions,
Performed by anyone ordained...
To deliver sermons from a pulpit.
And...
Who believes themselves to be more in touch,
With 'my' reality.
Since all my realities have my name on them!
My creditors will vouch for that!
And would be happy I've made any attempts,
To contact them at all!

So if there is anyone who is in doubt,
About what comes out of my mouth.
Know this...
Any questions I may have,
About my life and directions I take...
To broaden my own awareness,
Will 'first' be heard by God.
And what is decided from 'our' conferences...
More than likely!
And will produce all the comprehension I need.

Unless God is not available.
And it is rare I've had to reschedule,
Priorities to accomodate my visits with Him...
Her or IT.
So far,
I've been extremely fortunate...
To find I am expected.

Somehow,
I am immediately alerted about this!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why (The King Of Love Is Dead)

What? gonna happen now? In all of our cities?
My people are rising; they?e living in lies.
Even if they have to die
Even if they have to die at the moment they know what life is
Even at that one moment that ya know what life is
If you have to die, it? all right
Cause you know what life is
You know what freedom is for one moment of your life
But he had seen the mountaintop
And he knew he could not stop
Always living with the threat of death ahead
Folks you? better stop and think
Everybody knows we?e on the brink
What will happen, now that the King is dead?
We can all shed tears; it won? change a thing
Teach your people: Will they ever learn?
Must you always kill with burn and burn with guns
And kill with guns and burn - don? you know how we gotta react?
But he had seen the mountaintop
And he knew he could not stop
Always living with the threat of death ahead
Folks you? better stop and think
Everybody knows we?e on the brink
What will happen, now that the King of love is dead?

song performed by by Nina Simone
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With or Without a Need to Threaten

The only thing you can rely on and believe,
Is a sting or a pinch felt.
And delivered to feel immediately.
Other than that...
There are a host of perceptions and concepts,
From which to choose!
And the one with the gun,
Easily sways opinion.
With or without a need to threaten.
But some folks beg to be convinced!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The only Way to go.

Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.

Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.

You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try

To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.

You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.

So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?

Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.

You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone

Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.

They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/

But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.

You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Success? ? ! !

Success for some people is the most important thing earned in ones life… But how will you measure success? ? ? Is it enough to say that “You obtained the highest position in a multinational company…”. “You graduated from a prestigeous schools” and earned the highest honor”… Yeah! ! ! it is certainly true that it brings so much joy, happiness and glory….But why there are some people who have evrything in life but seems still unhappy and uncontented? ? ? Maybe there is something missing in there life…But What is that missing thing? ? ? Having everthing on earth brings you the power…
Success comes within… This success gives you the real meaning of happiness and victory eternally…Success makes you humble, meek and simple… It helps you to bring out the best in you…The pure heart and kind deeds…Success comes from GOD… It is the innermost happiness that is really hard to find for those people whose hearts are after the abyss of wealth…

poem by Diane Montemayor
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Life Is Temporary, Here Is My Temporary Life For You

life is temporary, so temporary that it is like something
that you see
and then don't because it has escaped like slippery water from
the hold of your hands,
ephemeral
like a mist, like a fuming vapor from boiling water,
like an air that merely passes by your gaze
like the wind
that comes and goes away from your window
like a cloud that drifts
away from your roof, like a leaf that falls from a tree,
like a flower that blooms today
and tomorrow goes away in the wilting petals
life is so temporary like the ticking of the clock
that you hear at night
when again you cannot sleep
this is life
this is my life it is so temporary
and with all my heart
i will hand it to you as a gift
take it
take it

do you think that my life now exends your life?
do you think that you with my life can live a litlle longer?

take it
take it
it is all yours

because i still love you because i have long been dead in this pain
of you
not loving me despite....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life a mystery, not a problem

Life a mystery not a problem

Problem
Is a situation
Which does not allow you
To reach your goal or
To get things done
As per your original schedule

Once perceived as a problem
You make use of your
Knowledge, experience,
Skill and resources
To come over it
And you may reach your goal or
Get your things done
Even if delayed
And even if falling short of
Your expectations

If a situation is perceived as a mystery
It becomes a riddle
Likely you take it more as challenge
Not just a problem solving requirement
You wonder at the
Natural ways of things taking shape
You wonder at the
Variations in the perceptions of
Others and even among people close to you
And very likely you end up
With out-of-the box thinking
And get beyond traditional ways of
Looking at things
You may even set a trend
For new and innovative approach
To the problem, nay mystery

And this mindset will help you
Enjoy living
And expand your knowledge base
With regard to human behavior
And natural laws
Which only shape your future
And carve your life style

Take life as a mystery
And do away with the thinking
That it is a problem

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Over And Over

Credits
Music/ Lyrics: Rick Meyers
Lyrics
Watcha gonna do with your life
Now that Im leaving
Are you believing
Youll make it on your own
Didnt you believe what I said
Or was it just madness
Living in sadness
Youll be all alone
I said it over and over
At least a hundred times
I have what you been missing
Look back and you may find
Now its time to walk out the door
Its all been said now
Im looking ahead now
Time to be moving on
Yes, I told you so many times
But you didnt listen
You cant see what youre missing
What you never had before
I could have loved you
Like there was no tomorrow
It didnt really matter
If you stole my love or borrowed
You know I could go crazy
But I just cant remember
Exactly how to go there
And keep this love forever

song performed by by Santana
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My Cravings!

Dreams keep people awake
Memory makes man cry
Hope helps them to be alive
Love nourishes life.

Benevolence increases the grace
Coveting eats up your flesh
And a lie can make your life a hell
And life has a long story to tell!
Hypocrite seals his own soul
Just to meet the end, is his only goal
Trick is the weapon of the fool
Trap is the tricky man's tool
Fear is the real foe of your talent
Steals you from being a brave and gallant.

Falsehood lives for a while
Cookies in a temporary file
Truths always turn around
Coward is easily cowed down
But I cry to keep myself safe
From the vices and the virtues I save
In the heart I always crave
How to be honest and how to be brave!

poem by Abdul Wahab
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