The Ultimate High
There is a lot to uncover,
In the 'discovery' of self!
And 'that' is such a great experience.
It's the ultimate 'high'.
To realize it is so rewarding!
Soaring and released from doubt,
Manufactured in precast comfort zones!
It is okay to fly alone sometimes.
The observations become more appreciated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outsider With Insight
They talk about their issues,
Within areas of 'their' comfort.
And this has to be respected,
If one feels the outsider with insight!
And having those observations,
They would never comprehend.
Since with them,
It is not yet in their vision.
To capture and realize,
As part of life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Sponge
One day you will realize,
You have become saturated with my love.
And like a sponge,
You have taken what I have given to you for granted.
To absorb as if my giving is unlimited.
And from it you come to go to sometimes run again.
As if there for you to use upon request.
However...
What is next for me is to experience my own happiness.
And to this I can attest,
There has been little to less to detect of your contribution.
That is why I can leave you and be relieved,
What I have is in abundance to be appreciated by someone else.
Who accepts what I have to offer as an exchanging of rewards.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many of our nation's great leaders began their careers at a service academy. I encourage anyone interested in a rewarding college experience or military career to apply as soon as possible.
quote by Chris Cannon
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There Are Those Who Try Hard To Convince
Someone living a life lived,
With a lesser experience...
Could not assess with a depth that qualifies,
A probing of one's life spent...
Being challenged and unafraid to become diversified.
Even though there are those who 'try' hard to convince,
They are the creators of intelligence.
And market common sense...
Whenever someone happens to accidentally visit,
The exclusiveness of their comfort zones.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run All Out of Benefits of Doubt
Benefit of a doubt?
Do you realize how many benefits
Of doubt I've given out?
How many 'Oh well, that's okay! '
I've said to myself...
To chase those doubts away,
That cropped up to stay?
Sometimes everyday!
To relay to myself,
I understand...
In an understanding way?
Do you realize when I had been in doubt,
I would find myself excusing
A cause someone else brought about.
And then when I became angry...
I was the one to feel guilty,
From being fed nonsense
That would raise my voice then made to shout?
And now you ask me,
To give to you a benefit of a doubt?
Another one?
I've run out of benefits of doubt.
They are gone.
And so are you...
Free to move on!
I have no more in supply.
None for you to use or abuse...
Or deny I have not tried!
Get out.
While I still havean eyebrow raised to offer.
And you are more than welcome to have it!
And before you leave...
Please keep the keys!
New locks I've got,
Just to keep any benefits of doubt restored...
From you forever ignored and blocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A journey begins with first step! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Oh great warriors
Of yore
Sages of folk lore,
Could you tell me
Why do I feel vanquished
In the face of victory?
Had no aspiration to build
Great empires,
Or enlighten
The ignorant.
Just a small aspiration
To be free
And protest against
Pressure of
Conformity…
On being released,
from captivity,
Stood dazed in front of
Open cage,
Like a bird
Who has forgotten the
Instinct to fly
Looked skyward:
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Soaring high…
Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach is a fable in novella form
about a seagull learning about life and flight.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Pacemaker
Hunger comes back like a dagger
on face. With iris and fingerprints.
Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck
on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending
of seeming. Men in cages.
They were diluting the culture.
Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color,
no sprouts. The roads were dirty
with the ultimate truth, quarreling with the
water, insanity and vertebrae.
The creamy stuff, shouts and pants,
shunting the definitions. People come
and go from the paintings. There is no age bar.
Spring will be released from the impulses
of flesh in naked zones.
Ideas become pacemaker, for the ailing
heart of polity.
poem by Satish Verma
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You Must Be New and Doing This Part-Time?
I am not concerned,
About the time you waste...
In research of my past.
Or the efforts that you take,
To uncover blemishes and scars.
I did not just arrive from unconsciousness.
I'm inside this 'vehicle'
And have maneuvered through all of it!
And do not believe I am not aware.
Long before you made 'this' discovery...
Every piece of it has been mine.
And even a blind man will realize,
It was I who put it there.
So you have no stakes to claim.
Not one teardrop!
Or a pain remaining from the strain.
Not on this path or journey.
I think you're looking for 'Beliefs Made Possible' 101
That is a pre-requisite for 'What I Know Is Mine'.
You must be new and doing this part-time?
I am here just observing.
They've been trying to qualify my life,
As part of their curriculum for years!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mountains In The Mist
Several times, uncontiously
I've stumbled upon the path
And seen a mountain in the mist
As rain falls on my shoulders
Sun rises in the east
A mourning bruise
but I am here at least
I guess im just an obsticle
A thing to overcome
If I could sneek around myself
Again I'll know I've won
The moment seems to hang and float
Before me with no end
'till I'm released, awaken beast
I'm on the road again
But now i'm soaring far to high
A fleck of dust upin the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today
Woven in the fairy-tales
We fabricate each day
Our little golden strands of truth
That glimmer in the light
The colorful material
You hold a certin way
Can keep us from the cold
And help to get us through the night
But now i'm soaring far to high
A fleck of dust upin the sky
Where tiny clouds go sailing by
Pull me down today x4
oooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooo
song performed by by Phish
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Uncover The Truth
Sometime I think life is over,
But when I look behind your eyes I can uncover the truth you hide,
The lies you told me,
The things I believed,
But you never knew I can uncover your lies you have told me,
Uncover your dirty little secret you hide,
The deaths you have upon me will never end,
The lies you have told others will never end,
Its hard to believe the one you love can lie to you and shatter your heart into million pieces,
I have uncover the truth I seek,
Uncover the hate I feel,
You lead me to believe you are the one I love,
Lead me to think I loved you,
But in the end I get my heart broken.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Once The Living Of Life Has Been Given More Respect
One doesn't necessarily,
Have to come to appreciate life...
By being knocked off one's feet,
During a bout with reality.
With a looking at the ground closely.
And from a different perspective.
To come to realize the ground is solid!
And extremely supportive.
Humbling although it may be,
To uncover this awakening experience...
Many have discovered it is the best way,
To eliminate delusions much quicker.
With some finding it very beneficial,
To learn truth and honesty...
Ultimately pays sweet dividends.
Once the living of life has been given more respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There's nothing so rewarding as to make people realize they are worthwhile in this world.
quote by Bob Anderson
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Never A Doubt
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on a portrait, john denver (italian) and the john denver collection - take me home
Ntry roads albums.
There was never a doubt, never a doubt in my mind
We werent meant to be lonely
Never a doubt I knew that Id find you some day
There was never a doubt, after all of those nights alone
All those desperate mornings
Never a doubt, there was never a doubt in my mind
I suppose there have been times when you felt like a room filled with darkness
Not a window around
There must have been moments you felt you were truly alone
Then again each of us knows, in a night of unbearable sadness
Still a light can be found
In each morning the promise that someday your true love will come
I suppose there are some people who never believe in the magic
Oh the magic of love
They think nothing is precious and life is just pleasure and pain
Then again each of us knows, when a heart has been broken its tragic
Oh the magic of love
Even that which is broken with love can be mended again
All the things that you fear, at the most they mean nothing
All the sorrow and sadness can just disappear
There was never a doubt, never a doubt in my mind
We werent meant to be lonely
Never a doubt I knew that Id find you some day
There was never a doubt, after all of those nights alone
All those desperate mornings
Never a doubt, there was never a doubt in my mind
There was never a doubt in my mind
Never a doubt in my mind
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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To me the arcade experience is the ultimate gaming experience.
quote by Eugene Jarvis
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Comfort zones are most often expanded through discomfort.
quote by Peter McWilliams
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Like A Discovery Of That Which Is Loved
The more something initiated is created,
The less it is appreciated.
And depreciates in value,
From the novelty of it...
When first produced to introduce.
To keep the spark of interest alive,
One must try to be versatile...
Each day when the morning comes,
And the Sun in the sky rises.
Like a discovery of that which is loved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is Going To Be A Long Ride
My observations are never premeditated.
With a plan to only accept that which I believe.
I experience a witnessing,
As a student willing to learn.
I take notes whether mental or written.
And free myself from regurgitating quotes,
To whisper into ears to then leave.
I'm not like that.
What I describe is viewed with my eyes.
And what I hear is seldom my own sentiments.
Although when I see something that should be clear,
But to others it is not as it appears...
I wonder when my delusions have ended.
And how many conscious aren't aware when they start.
I'm not like that either.
Could we all be confused,
And refuse to accept we've been abused and neglected...
By our own delusions?
Could we all be wishing what we witness isn't what it is.
To admit what is does exist without the benefit of our wishes?
Could my observations perceived as not being premeditated,
Be, in fact, a comforting of a trap...
My mind extends to enhance my comprehension?
Or...
Could I just be needing rest and have yet to confess,
I can use as much of it as I can get?
'Yes! '
I'm sorry.
I am having a personal self assessment.
Am I disturbing you?
'Yes.
I am hoping your 'self-assessment'...
Soon ends as to not to further prolong,
My 'already' too long bus ride.
But who knows...
Maybe I am confused AND deluded! '
I apologize.
I didn't realize I was speaking that loudly.
'No problem.
I do the same thing myself.
At home.
Alone.
When I'm seeking an intelligent conversation.'
Oh.
I agree with you.
This is going to be a long ride.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dispossessed
I try not to offend,
But then...
Someone has to knock against,
Those comfort zones that block...
Irritation,
Once in a while.
Just to heighten one's appreciation.
Afterall...
Who is better experienced,
Offending with irritation?
Wouldn't it be the one,
Who has had that done?
And knows all about,
Having a zone of comfort dispossessed.
And giving this much deliberation,
Why not deliver what has been given?
That's how I met my peace of mind.
With no regret expressed to those,
Who unknowingly helped me to find it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ultimate Sin
Overkill enough is enough
Theres nothing left of me to devour
Youve had your fill Im all I have left
What can stop your hunger for power
cos you took advantage of things that I said
Now the feeling is dead
And thats the ultimate sin
And thats the ultimate sin
Anyway I look at it now
The doors are closed and cannot be opened
Bury your anger and bury your dead
Or youll be left with nothing and no one
Theres no point in screaming cos you wont be heard
Now that tables have turned
It was the ultimate sin
It was the ultimate sin
It was the ultimate sin
I warned you then and Im warning you now
If you mess with me youre playing with fire
Winds of change that are fanning the flames
Will carry you to your funeral pyre
Its pulling you down
Its your final descent
Its too late to repent
When its the ultimate sin
When its the ultimate sin
When its the ultimate sin
When its the ultimate sin
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Ironically Enough
Ironically enough,
As irony has come to me to show and bestow.
If it had not been for the anguish.
With those emotional traumas to experience.
Accompanied by physical and mental stress.
Connecting to the breaking up of relationships.
And those temptations that came to test,
That left me crawling on my knees.
And deep in despair,
Feeling lower than a low can get!
To look up to it as a goal to achieve.
I doubt very seriously...
That the happiness I now have,
Would have been appreciated...
To enjoy to such a degree!
And to have humor about it too?
I've been truly blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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