The Depthness Of Their True 'Who
Seeking to have revealed,
The person behind the persona?
With a feeling felt real,
Stripped from a concealment?
To then show the depthness,
Of their true 'who'...
From under layers peeled?
Since this is what they had chosen to do.
When was the last time...
Anyone exposed their blemishes,
To acknowledge their flaws...
When they were verbally attacked,
For being unnatural.
And criticized by those pretentious...
Who themselves expressed shock,
Dismay AND appall.
And still people wish,
For those times to come...
When 'others' can be believed and trusted?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flaws
Blemishes are like opinions given.
They are exposed for what they are.
To either accept or reject them.
Something eventually is corrected.
Someone with flaws has to be convinced.
Some flaw bearers are nauseating...
And sometimes over compensate what is done,
For approval sake that comes close to being disgusting
However...
Few with blemishes AND flaws,
Have the ability to capture the imagination of anyone.
Unless they are comedians laughing sadly at themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Happy To Be Themselves
Many have chosen to acknowledge,
Their blemishes and flaws.
With an exposure,
That does not camouflage...
In broad daylight.
They are happy to be themselves.
Others uptight about appearances made,
Without showing themselves in full masquerade...
Even try to call themselves a performance of art.
Alone as they parade in shades of darkness,
In costume selected for tomorrow's charade.
Never happy to be themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Basic Am I
So basic am I,
My blemishes and flaws...
Have a personality of their own.
They have no fear to appear publicly.
In fact...
When I had made attempts to hide them,
I began to hear rumors...
I was trying to find a reason,
To escape from my accomplishments...
Only a few had discovered.
And no one 'then' had believed,
I was seriously seeking to achieve anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What For Them Will Be Their Just Reward
Beginning to grieve their own imperfections,
They seek 'immediate' relief...
From the sight of their flaws and blemishes,
They have begun to witness.
Yet for years by others seen,
Even though those same 'flaws' and 'blemishes',
Now declared too painful...
Have agonized others who have suffered...
With a tolerance,
Of sacrificing all of their lifes...
Enduring being afflicted by them.
With no one attempting to heal or mend,
The scars they have had to pretend were not felt.
Or for 'them' and those before them,
Carried.
But did dare not to say,
Existed!
What for them and those before them,
Will be their just reward?
Apologies?
Ointments?
Bandages to mask their wounds?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solitude, Solidarity
Solitude, Solidarity
alone all the same
Abandonement, Redemption
we weren't playing the same game
You could smile and patronize
laugh and call me baby
Oh, how I never realized
That your promises were maybes
Pretty words and lovely lies
Only saw the perfect picture
Trusted you as the Only Man
although we were a messy mixture
Exposed and trembling
My love was expressed
Broken and shattered
with my heart out my chest
But there were also
those times o happiness
I can recall those times
I Believed in fulfilled love
as a possible creation
A perfect relationship
as a final destination
Guess I was wrong, wrong and wrong
Wrong again to trust you
I Believed in us
that hope can remain
Solidarity, Solitude
I stand beneath no man
poem by Agnes Török
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If It Was Not Concerning Them
How can one be detached,
From their own feelings?
I've heard that said before...
By those who were chosen,
To be ignored.
Therefore...
'Someone' had to have had no feelings.
You know how quick that spreads around!
And I am sure I am not the only one,
That can relate to this.
There are those who make attempts,
To squeeze an empathy.
And if no emotion is expressed,
Or showed to be exposed...
That person is labelled cold.
And I can understand being in that position.
After saving myself from being completely depleted...
By those who could care less 'how' I felt,
If it was not concerning them!
So those lights in my life had to be switched off.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Center Of Attention
Doesn't it seem as if,
The one most opinionated...
As to who should do what to get things done,
Is seldom the one to show proof of doing anything...
Others can criticize.
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
With a doing without an equal and shared mutual expertise,
That is exchanged in public in the presence of another accused...
As quickly as those opinions by one are given?
Usually it's just that one verbally attacking behind another's back.
Isn't it?
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
Loving to be the center of attention without being interrupted.
And proving to have an ability to do it!
To boost one's acceptance and appeal.
While keeping one's insecurities from being revealed.
Even though this can not remain concealed without being exposed.
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open to Bare All
Take away everything I have,
Except that which I need...
To know just Your love,
To keep this yearning for You fed!
All else I can shed!
GOD! Please...
May I at least keep the sox?
I must admit,
A commitment with You
Can leave one stripped,
And open
To bare my heart in public view!
I know You would not have it any other way!
But today...
Could we make this a testament,
Of my willingness to pursue a trial run?
For giggles and fun?
I 'think' I am ready but...
Still I find myself uptight,
With some blemishes and quite a few flaws!
Keeping me sometimes awake at might!
I want to project 'my' best!
Even though I know...
I could never manipulate Your perception!
'But...
You will give it a try!
Hoping My ears AND eyes,
Are sometimes closed?
Although baring all is what 'you' propose!
You have yet to realize...
How much I know,
That may someday be to you completely exposed! '
Father...
Even in prayer,
I hear other voices!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Keep What I Feel Felt Real
As described by those who are now mired,
In dire straits.
I am sure the pain felt is real.
I felt the same way about my own.
And when I healed,
With the understanding how that was done...
Those now with long faces,
Were nowhere to be traced.
Most of them were racing...
From mall to mall.
With shopping as the agenda.
And with those expressed feelings,
From a few to show me I was still someone...
In their hearts and minds.
I realized this...
They are the kinds of people in my life I prioritize.
They are the kinds of people in my life,
Who keep what I feel felt real and me alive inside.
At the top of my list they are.
They are the kind of people I need not think twice,
To shower with my full respect.
The rest?
I wish them all the best.
They are not of my concern.
What has been earned...
Has already been issued, valued and satisfied.
No masquerades, charades or disguises needed.
What has been earned...
Has already been issued, valued and satisfied.
And with that between us known...
Apologies expressed are few and limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purpose Persona Matter
i always believed
i could separate
styles into different
genre
post poems
as different people
in some genre
no one
would know
its me
perceive
true
identity
i can
write
multi
style
purpose
persona
matter
purpose
dictates
stylistic
persona
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Truth Resides Not In The World But With God
Insight beyond opinion
facts knowledge true
or false is revealed time
corrective realities
or direct or indirect
revelation from God?
Where is truth?
Truth resides
not in the world
but with God.
Only God knows
ultimate truth
reveals truth
stripping away
plywood mask
multiple layers
thin layers
compressed
glued together
at right angles
are laid layers
stage props
falsehoods
stripped away
world shadows
only time when
as divine God
sees deems fit.
None have absolute
insight into truth
beyond plans
falsehoods
manipulations
of plywood present
world system
of greed of state
government
global manipulation
of facts truth
except when God
reveals such truth
to any omnipotent
omnipresent
omnibenevolent
omniscient God
may choose.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Owe It First To Myself To Be Honest
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I use to believe it did not matter,
If I kept the depth of my feelings hidden.
But then I realized I had a wish,
To have at least one person unafraid...
To escape and leave behind their pretentions.
And today after doing it to strip myself free,
My ability to recognize honesty in others...
Is a feeling I get that is non-verbally expressed.
And I could care less,
Who accepts expressed pretentions!
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I had been the last to know I'd been tricked,
By the foolishness of believing others had arrived.
To find myself deluded in the midst,
Of those too comfortable with the telling of lies.
I can now detect with my ears and eyes.
To leave my honesty disguised if I must.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outside
And you
Bring me to my knees
Again
All the times
That I could beg you please
In vain
All the times
That I felt insecure
For you
But I leave
My burdens at the door
But I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside your ugly
Your ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times
That I felt like this won't end
Was for you
And I taste
What I could never have
It's from you
All the times
That I've tried
My intentions
Full of pride
But I waste
More time than anyone
But I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside your ugly
Your ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
All the times
That I've cried
All this wasted
It's all inside
And I feel
All this pain
Stuffed it down
It's back again
And I lie
Here in bed
All alone
I can't mend
But I feel
Tomorrow wil be OK
But I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cause inside your ugly
Your ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
song performed by by Staind from Break The Cycle
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Again, I find it difficult to be taken care of and rarely acknowledge it, and every act he does registers, but I also just need to verbally acknowledge him and hug him.
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I Can Not Teach You How To Get It
Yes, I have my issues.
With each I have admitted.
There are struggles I've been through.
And some I still have that I deal with.
I have my days when my flaws loudly speak.
With blemishes I wear and carry,
Exposed publicly.
And accepting 'me' as I've done.
I know I feel a freedom.
That seems to conflict with no one...
But you!
And I can not teach you how to get it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To a Friend... I Shall Never Forget...
The first day I came to this school
I felt totally and completely alone
No one approached to say hi to me
I felt like I was entirely invisible and unknown
But then a light from heaven came to me
And asked me what my name was
And there came the first feeling of friendship
You were the greatest and best because
You were my friend
When I had no one else to talk too
You were my buddy
I felt the friendship between us was true
You treated me very kindly
And was incredibly nice to me
I knew that you were a gift from God
And you were the one who made me see
The true meaning of friendship
And the real feeling of devotion and care
You were the one I knew
That was and still is there
You were always there when needed help
And when I needed some comfort to engulf me
Instead of telling me I don’t know what to do
You talk to me and tell me what a greater person I can be
I know I am a better person
And that’s because of you my truly and best friend
I definitely know that I will remember this
Forever to by which shall never end
You have a great and a very polite personality
That is everyone’s wish to become
And you have achieved in your life
And had most certainly and definitely won
You are a role model to me
And I absolutely look up to you
A friend I shall always respect
A friend that is a-hundred-percent true
You are –my friend
a dream come true
A friend that I shall always remember
And I will never ever find a friend like you.
poem by Marria Attar
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Never Entrust A Confidence To Such A Callous Person
Why do people take delight in nurturing
all things negative, in propagating every
damning word that was said to them
in confidence?
It makes me wary of friends and family
even more wary of myself – am I like
this, if pressed in a family gathering,
will I also tell all how bad
Sister felt about mother’s rejection, how paranoid
mother supposedly was - I suppose I might, and
once again decide never to visit the family
to partake in general gossip
Your shock on hearing your sister and mother
attacked by a sister-in-law who wasn’t stopped
by your childhood hero – your elder brother -
showed how deep such attacks hurt
She blissfully dissected the sweetest memories
you treasure of your deceased family, but she
did NOT say a word about them, she only
revealed the contents of her mind
I shall never entrust a confidence to such
a callous person – you did not expect the
attack – next time you will be
forewarned…
poem by Margaret Alice
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shock To My System
So there I stood, square on my side of the great divide
A message came across a void
And for the first time in my life
Im awake, Im alive
I thought I was immune to this
til I felt the static charges in the air
I touch you, youre a live wire
Youre the raw fire burning in my heart
And it took me by surprise, thats no lie
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
A spark, a real shock
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop
You taught me how to listen, shock to my system
My soul, my skin, you plug me in
And all of my pain is gone just like it never was
For the first time in my life I know what I feel
Now every time we touch Im caught off my guard
Thats no lie
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system,
A spark, a real shock
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop
You taught me how to listen shock to my system
Shock to my system
Shock to my system
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop...
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Lonely Person
Every person
Is a lonely person,
But doesn't realize it,
Until it starts to hurt.
The loneliness
Is buried
Under layers
Of activity and commitment.
Take away those
The loneliness is exposed
And it starts to hurt.
The lonely person
Thinks he or she is a special case.
So do the others.
They treat the lonely person like a contagion,
Which the lonely person isn't.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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