There Is No Delegation
Delegate?
An assistance with my fate?
When one has discovered,
The 'who' within themselves?
There is no delegation.
However...
There is a realization,
Of a determination that elates.
And that within one's self is declared as owned.
There is little need to share this discovery.
An honest awakening occurs that is known!
Seeking passengers...
Just delays an impatient 'trip'!
And this carried within self,
Is better left unexpressed and best as shown!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facts I've Learned To Face
Those expectations I have for myself,
Has yet to require
A solicitation of assistance.
Although I do feel I owe you the respect,
Of perceiving my abilities
In need of direction.
Trust me
I am not seeking that kind of guidance.
Perhaps one day I will more receptive.
It is enough for me,
Just to complete what it is that I do.
And the discovery of that,
Has kept my focus on track.
I had been one distracted,
By too many delusions carried on my back.
But not today.
Not with the facts I've learned to face.
And the facing of those facts
Has kept me on track.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For A Host Of Reasons
2010 comes to an end.
And for a host or reasons...
Some who had stood,
On shaky ground...
Have found that standing tall,
Has come to motivate...
A determination to do it.
And to do this...
Without need of support,
Or limitations of assistance.
And as some skin is peeled away,
To enjoy its fruit within...
Some can say,
They have discovered a better way...
To share with another,
A life that had been taken for granted.
But now they can taste without waste,
Something overlooked before not thought delicious.
Something about this gift given,
That has been cleared of needless mental debris.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It May Become Necessary to Take a Detour
Clear a path for those who approach,
Carrying their excessive baggage.
They will seek assistance,
From anyone within distance...
To ease with a dumping,
Of their aging an old issues.
Just clear a path and let them pass.
It may become necessary to take a detour.
Just to ensure a convincing isn't done,
To have someone's company 'dragging' along.
Especially when a mission of one,
Has been focused upon...
With a determination that dismisses delays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Purchase Has Been Declared Effective
When anything is bought,
It is owned and not sought...
To share.
Or thought to belong to anyone else,
But the one who purchases...
Whatever it is that is there,
To use productively or left to sit.
And the controlling of it,
Has nothing to do with one's intelligence.
When anything is bought as is,
To document to transfer an ownership...
It doesn't matter who sells out,
To later mouth about it.
The purchase has been lobbied and declared effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Few That I Have Met
Who do you think you are dealing with?
Some fly by night inexperienced nitwit?
Someone who has not discovered,
Purpose and the meaning of life?
Someone who excites by any attention given?
And anything shown is perfectly alright?
Nothing that I have learned,
Led me to believe...
I was the center of the universe.
My upbringing 'instantly'...
Chased those thoughts away from me!
I like to share my time,
With those pretention free.
Those who have qualities of empathy...
And a thoughtfulness learned,
After a discovered identity!
Some folks don't know who they are!
And masquerade as someone else.
And after going through a few disguises...
Myself,
I will only spend my time,
With those who give a damn...
About life and what it offers!
There is nothing like knowing,
The I...in I Am.
So you need not try to offer anything less.
Since more of what I am looking for...
Is not worn or shown just to impress!
I am into much more.
And very few that I have met,
Can or have yet...
Let a 'realness' that is inside,
Come outside to be addressed!
Everyone appears,
To be caught up in distress!
And 'busy bodying' themselves...
In someone else's left mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opening To Explore
The best left in many,
Is still left unexpressed.
There remain chapters,
Not yet to be written...
By those living life adventurously,
With a breathing of blessed breath...
Absorbing and observing a 'today',
A yesterday lived they had not before seen.
To say someone has delivered a 'best'...
Is perhaps compared,
From what has been shared...
With those who have been exposed,
To a discovery recently uncovered.
And not known before,
To those emerging from behind closed doors.
Now opening to explore.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A Relationship To Address
You have already shown to me,
Your main focus is on yourself.
For many years,
I have been exposed to this.
You have already shown to me,
You have had no time to be of assistance to me.
Those times when I needed,
Your advice and company.
You have already shown to me,
An absolute selfishness.
And now you wish to address 'us'...
As if I should be serious about this?
We could have been lovers and much more.
But when you leave me to go about your business...
I go to my door and lock it.
And feel a relief you have left.
That's how I feel concerning you and me,
In a relationship to address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Better Than That!
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not,
Greedy a lot.
I know I'm better than just sleazy.
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not,
Greedy a lot.
I know I'm better than just sleazy
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
So many pick up wrong meanings,
From what is perceived and...
Not known.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
What is believed and seen as shown.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not,
Greedy a lot.
I know I'm better than just sleazy
I'm not that hopeless cat.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not,
Greedy a lot.
I know I'm better than just sleazy
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I'm better than that.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
What is believed and seen as shown.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I'm better than that.
I know I'm not that...
Greedy.
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I'm better than that.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
What is believed and seen as shown.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
But I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I'm better than that.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
But I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I'm better than that.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
What is believed and seen as shown.
I know I'm better than just sleazy
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I'm better than that.
I know I'm better than just sleazy
I'm not that,
Hopeless cat.
I'm better than that.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
But I'm better than that.
So many trip on just seeing,
What is believed and seen as shown.
But I'm better than that.
Yes I'm...
I'm better than that!
Oh yes I'm,
I'm better than that!
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Passengers
The things we think that feel the best.
Most often cause us pain.
So we risk to seek the pleasure.
Again, and again and again.
This is for the ones we hurt the most.
They sit and watch us slowly die.
We sacrifice their little hearts.
We rarely bat an eye.
They are merely passengers.
Riding on our ship.
We unknowingly bring them along.
On our destruction trip.
When we feel the pain.
They feel it even more.
The quest to our destruction.
Lies just beyond the door.
We open it up and walk right in.
The pleasures make us blind.
The innocent little passengers.
They follow right behind.
A tear wells up in the little one’s eye.
And rolls down their little cheek.
But we journey down the road to hell.
Their pain is worth the peek.
Another door, another room.
Further in we go.
The passengers hurt and terrified.
As we continue on our show.
Then when it is all said and done.
And we admit our own defeat.
The innocent little passengers.
Stand behind us bruised and beat.
We turn around and there they are.
We see the damage we’ve done.
The pain for the innocent passengers.
Was not at all worth all our selfish fun.
We say we’re sorry, forgive me please.
Can we leave this all behind.
Not aware of all the scar tissues.
We’ve left in their little minds.
So chose your path so carefully.
With everything you say and do.
The pleasure we seek, it is all lies.
But to our passengers it’s the truth.
We hurt the ones we love the most.
Our actions lead the way.
Remember their tomorrows.
Lie within our todays.
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Sudden Realization
A realization came by
So sudden and abrupt
I imagined I could fly
And all emotions erupt
A realization made by the view
Of your radiant face
Only appreciated by a few
The face, the face that makes my heart pace
A realization so surreal
A realization so joyful
The realization that I feel,
'Twas so beautiful
Let us not make this realization
Come to naught
For all I have seen in this elation
Was all that's been in thought
A realization came by
So wonderful and joyous
From it, we shy
Let's not, but venture the word, "us"
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You Trip Too Quick To Insult and Assault
You trip too quick to get your results.
You trip too quick to insult and assault,
Those you don't know...
Who haven't shown,
Reason why you choose to deceive.
You trip too quick to sit and to sulk.
You trip too quick to blame and to fault,
Others unaware...
What has been done to you.
And you don't care...
Going through the act that you do.
You trip too quick to get your results.
Yes you do.
You trip too quick to insult and assault,
Just to prove...
To,
Those you don't know...
Who haven't shown,
Reason why you choose to deceive.
Then you can't believe why they come back,
To mistreat you!
You trip too quick to get your results.
Yes you do.
You trip too quick to insult and assault,
Just to prove...
To,
Those you don't know...
Who haven't shown,
Reason why you choose to deceive.
You trip too quick to get your results.
And...
You trip too quick to insult and assault.
And...
You trip too quick to get your results.
And...
You trip too quick to insult and assault.
You trip too quick to get your results.
You trip too quick to insult and assault.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traces Of Their Tracks Left All Over The Facts
How can anyone conscious of a deed done...
Later admit,
They were not aware of it?
If honest mistakes are declared to be made,
By those who are consciously making them...
Most of the time.
Why are the ones unconscious,
Repeatedly denying...
They are 'not' incompetent.
When they have left traces of their tracks,
Left all over the facts!
And...
Supported they are,
By those who continuously make...
Honest mistakes!
How much of reality is, indeed, faked?
With no one held accountable,
For a quality of life watched fading away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Seeking Confidence
I can not be around that which clings.
I am an adventurer.
Born to explore,
And to soar as if with wings.
Emotionally dependent I have been.
I had been one seeking confidence.
And the one given no empathy...
Or hints of it known to be shown to see.
I can not be around that which clings.
After healing from my own sufferings.
And doing that with minimal assistance.
Given by those who cared with love to spare.
Emotionally dependent I have been.
I had been one seeking confidence.
And the one given no empathy...
Or hints of it known to be shown to see.
But still...
I can not be around that which clings.
I am an adventurer.
Born to explore,
And to soar as if with wings.
Sometimes in flight and crying.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impress
Impress,
Share,
Support,
Prestigious,
Perception,
Goal,
Oriented;
Take a trip on my love,
For the diligence of my mind and the determination of my care is waiting for you.
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Skip Your Trip
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
Just to turn and walk away.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
To believe your way is 'the' way.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
No one has to disrespect,
An opinion that they don't accept.
Because it's something they wish not to hear.
No one has to get upset.
To later find they have regrets.
When all they had to do is comprehend.
And everybody says that this is wished.
But patience slips from them real quick.
And brooding attitudes are left to share.
Everywhere the frowns are there.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
Oh...
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Misinterpret
The only interests that are being protected,
Are the ones those believed had been theirs.
But are awakening to discover,
They have never been regarded as part of a 'we'...
Declared in a freedom of speech the elite share,
Amongst themselves.
A hoodwinking done to deceive onlookers to believe,
With an invested interest given...
To what is perceived is an inclusion of needs,
With entitlements to receive...
Is the only delusion many with expectations 'hear',
With their hearts and not their ears.
However...
Those who will remain elite and creators of the teasing,
Are hoping to keep the uninformed left to misinterpret...
What it is they feel and fail to hear separated from reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When you awaken some morning and hear that somebody or other has been discovered, you can put it down as a fact that he discovered himself years ago - since that time he has been toiling, working, and striving to make himself worthy of general discovery.
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I Thought You Knew
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And now you are left to suffer.
Clinging onto delusions.
Hoping...
That what has been diminished from your reality,
Will survive to revive a time that has passed!
A time that has gone.
With no guarantee given,
That it would last!
Not to linger for you...
To pick up when you wished.
And to be carried on!
And I observe you in despair.
Wishing to revisit yesterday!
Wishing to do those things,
You promised yourself you would!
If only you could!
With intentions that are good.
And I was there...
Letting you believe,
You had time!
And I knew in my mind,
You were not living in yesterday then!
And I pretended not to know it.
I thought you were teasing.
And unwilling to show it!
And today,
No matter what I say to you...
You aren't prepared to accept tomorrow.
You are not living in the 'now'!
And doing that,
Now...
Can only bring you joy!
But you wish to keep...
Those memories kept in bitterness,
To refresh as if they sit to treat!
And I pretended not to know that...
Because I thought you knew!
Because,
Well...
I thought you knew me too!
But I realize so vividly now...
Both of us have been wrong,
For too long!
The only shame I claim,
Is not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
And the happiness I have discovered...
You would not understand it.
Even though I have been here.
And wanting it to be shared!
What you have found to rely on that comforts...
I view that as a sign of despair.
I thought you knew...
I have not been there to share that with you!
And that's the only shame I claim!
Not being honest.
When I took it upon myself...
To decide you could not bear,
The truth.
I pretended not to know it!
But you...
I know now,
Aren't pretending at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Discovered As Delicious
Many have a need to cling...
Like a fruit maturing,
That has of yet been picked.
And sits with a grip,
Agonizing over it in a nervousness.
Prolonging the experience...
Of being bitten.
And wishing not to be chewed.
Or spitted about...
In a noticeable disappointment.
But sooner than later it is dropped.
From that which has gotten too tired,
Of its clinging.
Too weary of a fruit that has aged.
And an abrupt disconnection occurs.
The benefit of it seems no longer to pay!
Shakened and disturbed by this,
The fruit begins to flounder in a reminiscing.
Left to thrive with or without comprehension...
In which direction to roll,
Or drift...
Until it finds it feels a fit.
Hopefully comfortable enough,
With itself...
To allow it discovered as delicious.
Or become saddened...
That it has been left alone to rot!
A condition condoned!
With no value to itself emphasized and known.
The structure and purpose of it was missed.
But this with consistent preparation...
Could have been a mindset stopped.
And the value of it shown as part of the crop,
Enhanced.
With expectations of it,
By all who would come to taste...
As juicy to the lips,
Down to the core!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Tied To A Rush Of Confusion
An awakening occurs,
That establishes...
For the one witnessing it.
A freedom to express a consciousness.
That releases a mind,
Once tied to a rush of confusion...
One accepted as part of a life one gets.
And when this awakening does occur,
From an unrested peacelessness...
Tested by others not yet awakened.
There is a sense of quality of life that comes.
One begins to realize and connect...
To every experience one has endured.
And all of them collectively one's footsteps have met.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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