There Is An Absence of Emptiness
I am here.
To come to You,
Just to be in Your presence.
Here to be near.
Without a want or need to express.
Grateful I am,
There is an absence of emptiness.
Here to feel.
And yet,
There is a peacefulness.
A quietness I accept.
To receive from You to get.
Free of expectations that question.
And left comforted I am,
To be with You...
Here unseen although known and felt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Creation That I Am Is Yours
I feel such a ray within me radiating.
Each time You and I are alone.
And I am comforted in the quietness of peace.
I feel so blessed and grateful,
To have this ease You have bestowed upon me!
Was it hours away in a yesterday gone...
I had questioned my faith,
With a false face I had put on.
But today I know I was all wrong.
You were there protecting me.
And those obstacles that challenged...
Were placed on my path,
So I would realize with You...
I am and can be strong!
I am the 'me' You have made me to be!
I feel so blessed and grateful,
Yes!
I feel such a ray within me radiating.
To this I confess.
To You I am grateful to this blessing,
That has gifted me with happiness.
I had questioned my faith,
With a false face I once had put on!
But I have since removed those disguises.
I want it known You alone own my soul!
And in my mind and heart...
What need do I have to feel forelorn?
I am Your warrior,
My Father.
By Your command...
My actions remain forever bold.
And under Your control...
I stand each day,
To become a better man.
As You alone understand,
This creation that I am...
Is Yours!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her absence too enthuses.
When I shared her presence, I was in exuberance.
When I left her, her absence kept me in excellence,
As I mediated on the essence of her presence,
Experienced in our romance, a rare occurrence.
Her presence and absence are charging me alike.
21.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Please don't go..
Please don't leave me,
Please don't go,
Don't leave me alone again,
Don't let me go psycho,
Where are you?
I can feel your presence,
Your sweet scent I pursue,
All I see is your absence,
Why have you left me alone,
Why couldn't you spare me,
I can't even hear your voice on the phone,
Someone please set me free,
This desperation,
This insane emptiness,
Company would be heaven,
This feeling makes me breathless,
Pain or agony,
Is there a difference?
I reach my hand out blindly,
For a taste of your essence,
Days are black,
A holocaust in my head,
Since you left I can't go back,
All I do is watch the dark sky from my bed,
Please come back,
Don't be gone forever,
Because you are my only love,
And with you gone, my life is over.
poem by Jhanus Thanatos
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Romantic
From a distance you insisted,
I uncover my heart...
To express feelings felt.
You wanted to release it,
From its freeze.
One I chose to hide...
But,
My heart...
You wanted it to melt.
And for you it did.
You are so romantic.
Free you are of tricks,
And antics.
So natural does this feel to me.
As if it's meant for us to be...
Romantic.
Closed no more for wishes to kiss.
Welcome now I do,
To be held like this.
And wanting nothing more...
But to share more of it.
A collection of bruises I stored and kept.
And wept and treasured my emptiness...
I guess.
But did not know this was wrong.
Until you came along.
From a distance you insisted,
I uncover my heart...
To express feelings felt.
And for you it did.
And...
For you,
It did!
My tears I cry...
Are happy you can dry them.
You are so romantic.
Free you are of tricks,
And antics.
So natural does this feel to me.
As if it's meant for us to be...
Romantic.
As if it's meant for us to be...
Enchanted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving In This Season
Giving in this season,
Is a reason to forgive.
Letting go to then receive...
A peacefulness that can mend.
And if it wasn't for these days,
Would we find a way to say...
Be merry and spread cheerfulness,
With joy that's felt today.
Living in the moment,
To let harmony arrive.
Knowing that a smile that's shown,
Is clear in someone's eyes.
And it's given with a wish that's known,
A gift is there to share.
There is hope for one and all that comes...
When someone shows they care.
Giving in this season,
Is a reason to forgive.
Letting go to then receive...
A peacefulness that can mend.
And if it wasn't for these days,
Would we find a way to say...
Be merry and spread cheerfulness,
With joy that's felt today.
Be merry spreading cheerfulness,
And joy will bless our days.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Red Dirt Ride
I took a little red dirt ride
Along a quiet country road
Peacefulness I felt deep inside
As I watched my day unfold
A red dirt pond all alone
With red dirt cattle too
I felt a sense of belonging
I’d like to share with you
Rock sprouting from the land
Like a sculpture tall and true
Yes, peacefulness I felt inside
And I think you’d feel it too
The sun shone so brightly
Upon my red dirt world
The day was just for me
As calm inside me furled
One thing that I can count on
When I need to take in stride
Problems that come my way
I simply take a red dirt ride!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Feel Me
“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed.
We did not quite know—in fact, not at all—what he meant.
His last whisper was spent as through a slot in a wall.
He left us a key, but how did it fit? “Feel me
to do right.” Did it mean that, though he died, he would be felt
through some aperture, or by some unseen instrument
our dad just then had come to know? So, to do right always,
we need but feel his spirit? Or was it merely his apology
for dying? “Feel that I do right in not trying,
as you insist, to stay on your side. There is the wide
gateway and the splendid tower, and you implore me
to wait here, with the worms!”
Had he defined his terms, and could we discriminate
among his motives, we might have found out how to “do right”
before we died—supposing he felt he suddenly knew
what dying was. “You do wrong because you do not feel
as I do now” was maybe the sense. “Feel me, and emulate
my state, for I am becoming less dense—I am feeling right
for the first time.” And then the vessel burst,
and we were kneeling around an emptiness.
We cannot feel our father now. His power courses through us,
yes, but he—the chest and cheek, the foot and palm,
the mouth of oracle—is calm. And we still seek
his meaning. “Feel me,” he said, and emphasized that word.
Should we have heard it as a plea for a caress—
a constant caress, since flesh to flesh was all that we
could do right if we would bless him?
The dying must feel the pressure of that question—
lying flat, turning cold from brow to heel—the hot
cowards there above protesting their love, and saying,
“What can we do? Are you all right?” While the wall opens
and the blue night pours through. “What can we do?
We want to do what’s right.”
“Lie down with me, and hold me, tight. Touch me. Be
with me. Feel with me. Feel me to do right.”
poem by May Swenson
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That Is All That Matters
I don't have expectations to be loved.
I don't dwell on the reception of it!
I have have it.
I give it.
And it is there to share.
I don't have expectations to be loved.
I do expect to be respected.
I don't accept disrespect at all.
That is one thing,
I don't have.
To give.
And it is not here as a thought either.
I don't have expectations to be loved.
If it is returned as it is given...
That's it.
I have no other preferences,
With requirements.
Nor do I sit,
To question love one bit!
I know it!
And that is all that matters!
With or without,
Someone to share it with.
It will be there...
Inside and recognized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grateful When You're Dead / Jerry Was There
I'm painting, I paint a picture in your mind
If you're driving roads to suicide, I know you can sympathise
If your love is a cheatin' and if you're blinded by the pain
Your honeymoon in summer is a picnic in the rain...
You'll be grateful when you're dead
Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
I'm shaking, I shake the spear before your eyes
Well if you know your history, you will read between the lines
If you're waiting for a vision, to illuminate your mind
To leave this world of misery, oh eave it all behind...
You'll be grateful when you're dead
Grateful when you're dead
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Jerry was there,
Jerry was there (many times!)
Oh I'm telling you man, Jerry was there
You could feel his presence everywhere
Oh I'm telling you man, Jerry was there
You could feel his presence everywhere
"I seen him man - looked me right in the face
song performed by by Kula Shaker
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Just To Be With You
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
Without You close,
I know I am withdrawn.
At those times I'd rather sit alone...
From sunset until dawn!
The longer I am without You near...
Very little brings me cheer,
In this atmosphere.
I seem to feel the weight,
Of pressures and stress.
I seem to welcome a depression...
I accept and express.
As age descends upon my steps,
I do my best to forgive myself.
And I try,
But that's hard to do!
Then I realize I am without You.
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
When we 'are' together...
There is an absence of regret.
My unhappiness has left.
I feel a peace.
I feel so blessed!
And whatever is next,
On my path You have selected...
May it become clearer to me,
Your 'tests' I should not neglect!
Especially if those challenges,
Are there to correct my steps!
Just want to be with You.
That's what I know...
And that's what I wish to do.
I hope our closeness proves to You,
I want to show my loyalty too!
And whenever I find myself subdued?
I feel my best,
Does not impress!
And confessing that 'now to You, My Father!
That's all I really wish to do!
Just to get as close as I can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Initiate A Tension
I had to sever my emotions,
From those I had considered 'friends'.
You know...
The ones that want to dump their stress,
On another friend's shoulders.
While a dumping done to them...
They feel a right to publicly address.
And those 'so-called' friends...
Who express to others,
Your friendship to them has been their best...
Are relunctant to express truth as it is,
When they initiate a tension not to mention...
They believe others should accept not reject.
Well...
After going through undue duress,
A decision was made to guard my peace.
And my rest.
With no regrets at all.
Acknowledging I am grateful and blessed to not be stressed.
My purpose is not to be leeched for attention.
Unless that leeching is of mutual consent.
And a sincerity that is deeply given,
Is a sincerity felt and deeply meant!
I have had the experience of being conscious,
For much too long to know when something's wrong.
'You know I could never be like that! '
Now say that again.
But this time give me eye contact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Chains
Listening,
to inner voice,
peeling off the hurts,
hammered memories.
You dropp the answer
and throw back the question.
Something was totally amiss
Absence overtakes the presence.
The shadow was more frightening.
No movement,
A lull before a flash,
then explosion. The limbs will fly.
The ending of thought
or beginning of emptiness?
A green death starts thinking.
poem by Satish Verma
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People And Their Situations Do Change
If it is true you knew,
How I felt in those times...
Where were you,
To help me empty...
Those many buckets of tears,
I cried.
If it is true,
My struggles with agony...
Had been something you knew.
If it is true you knew,
Who planted obstacles on my path...
Why were you not there for me at all?
And when I reach out to you,
You dismissed me and laughed.
If it 'is' true you knew,
What I was going through...
You said nothing about it,
Until several years have passed.
And,
If it is true you knew...
Anything about me at all,
Why have you waited until today...
To appear to say,
You are experiencing your own downfall.
To what degree of an empathy,
Do expect from me...
To receive?
'People and their situations change.'
I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And that person you say you knew back then,
Has matured to improve...
On my expectations of 'friends'.
And can see people and things as they are.
With a re-arrangement done to philosophies,
Without a passing of judgement on them.
'People and their situations change.'
I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And I've been blessed with a peace,
I am going to protect and keep.
And all I can do is wish you the best.
With a peacefulness I am feeling.
Hoping one day,
The same for you will come your way.
People and their situations do change.
Of that,
I totally agree.
But an empathy from me you wish to receive...
Was not from you,
Ever given to me from you to give...
To believe you can receive.
I agree...
People and their situations do change,
A lot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Memories
Always moving around your mind and heart.
There deed are so precious from beginning to end.
Several person felt there absence hurting them
it is like hard to forget and easy to recall.
and every one enjoy their presence in their heart,
but few among us do not enjoy this unique pleasure
they always felt loneliness and question in their mind why?
human kind may come, human kind may go..in time
this is a reality of life and nobody can run away.
Each one of go through this phase,
but best think we can do try to follow their good deed.
This is the only tribute to we offer to our loved and near and dear one.
Where will they go.......only memories left in your mind and heart.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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Give and You Will Receive More
Enjoy your blessings!
Each and everyone.
Those to you that have arrived.
And many more to come.
None are disguised,
To try to identify.
If you have lived your life with opened eyes...
The presence of their existence is felt.
They should not have traumatized.
Or surprised.
They come to you,
As well as to someone else.
Acknowledge them with thankfulness.
Be grateful they are yours.
Undo yourself from selfishness.
Give and you will receive more.
Enjoy your blessings!
Each and everyone.
Those to you that have arrived.
And many more to come.
Acknowledge them with thankfulness.
Give and you will receive more.
Blessings given are to be shared!
If they were not...you would have been ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dance Of Wind
Never seen the God
But ever felt His presence
Never seen thev wind
But ever felt its presence
Sure too its absence
Without much of intelligence!
Breeze, air, wind and storm
All named on fixed norm
Never seen in physical form
Always heard their mystic voice
Many times mild and melodious
Some times wild and ferocious
Weak plants and giant trees of all kind
Dance along with the DANCE OF WIND!
Weak is not weak
Strong is not strong
Tender plant survives the storm
Giant tree victim in its arm
Flexibility pays
Rigidity falls!
Unseen Divine Dance of Wind
Seen thro' the dance of plants and trees
Playing nice to its rhythm and tune
Sight indeed to see and enjoy
Music great to hear and rejoice
Divine communion with delightful nature!
Invisible God
Invisible wind
Sound of storm
Hound of Heaven!
Vayu the great
Sans thy help
We become pulp
Lifeless, motionless!
Sure to be grateful
Pollute not the air
Keep it pure with all your flair
Ensure healthy life and cheer!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Will To Die
Emptiness again
Left alone again
Left to question all
That's happened...
And no one cares
And no one cares
All that's left is
The will to die...
Try... try to hold
On what's left
Inside... empty (and
This emptiness i'm
Left with)
Reaching (has me
Reaching for a
Reason) lonely
(this loneliness
Consuming)
Searching (i'm
Searching for the
Answers) will you
Do the same? ...
Try... try to find
Peace
song performed by by Deftones
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Compliments
What do I have to prove?
To you?
Nothing.
To myself?
Everything you can imagine.
Just to keep you,
From ever asking me that question again.
And I will do it...
To keep your lips sealed!
When that happens,
That will provide you with proof enough!
And your lips will not part,
To say another thing about me!
However...
Be free to express to me,
Your compliments if you wish...
In my presence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One’s presence immaterial
In your absence, in absence
of rejection, I felt not lonely.
In your presence, by indifference,
You drive me out to be lonely.
30.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Too large to live
World is too large to live
Truth is too hard to believe
Life is not what we see or observe
It is what we make out of it and deserve
Is it not the beautiful to see flowers?
Can we ever think to pluck fewer?
If some of them are gone then what will be left?
We need to think afresh and make little shift?
We need to smell with fragrance a lot
Love can be won without being it fought
As the faces will never be seen
Yet the kindness there might have been
This is how we need to grow with difference
Draw a line similar to parallel and draw inference
We shall not meet in life again but dream a world
That may provide warmth and not develop cold
How many may be lucky to feel little absence?
Why will it be making little sense?
What is there to miss if some one is not seen?
Why out heart ache for it and is very keen?
Lot many things to be answered and deeply felt
The earthly smell is to be inhaled and simply smelt
It is not for someone to feel and explain
It will only be explained at the time rain
One must be aware of the fact
The nature has made it as unavoidable act
One can’t remain without making it
It is how we express when greet
I see thousands of smiling faces
Not because they are simply in race
To get something out of desperation
But because their existence is in question
World has shrinked and may come to stand still
If we do not come clean express our will
Love and only good will should prevail
Everything is open for us to avail
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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