This Has Been Their Lives
Choosing to accept things as they are in isolation...
Enhances one's desperation,
To separate in misunderstanding.
When things 'controlled' get out of hand.
It becomes difficult for them to comprehend,
Others more powerful,
Have use misguided power over them.
Choosing to be set in ways,
With lessons taught as lessons to stay.
This stubbornness unresisted decays.
And those who insist,
This self centeredness should persist.
Will discover themselves living deeper in conflict.
As truth and its reality continues to drift away.
Leaving those with values of fading substance...
To become left in darkness.
And feeling much betrayed.
As light shows deceptions they embraced.
More and more they fear!
With no escaping from it near.
Since this has been their lives endeared!
And these standards now fast erasing...
They have kept in place.
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Remember The Messengers
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
A losing of material things,
Can be quite upsetting
When an obsession to obtain 'things',
Gets in the way of what living life means.
And that is the greatest asset
Life!
One has been given.
And many question their deserving of it.
By a showing of selfishness that has created conflict.
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
~When a dooming of others is done to be welcomed...
A dooming is done to those doing their doom!
What goes around comes around.
Sometimes unregocnized.
But a doing gets done to do! ~
A sudden severing from what one possesses,
Should prove to one 'then'...
There is no control,
By those who worship and hold onto things.
With a squeezing to keep,
Tightly held in shaking hands.
When a strong wind blows and lightening strikes,
People run for cover.
With no ammunition to fight against this!
When a strong wind blows and lightening strikes,
People run for cover and discover...
Something far greater is in the midst and mixed,
To blend those divisions or get rid of all of it!
And yet there are many who perceive,
Themselves to be greater than The Almighty.
Or 'That' which is in true control.
And knows our every move made
Whether young or old,
It knows.
We are the 'creations' NOT 'thee' Creator.
A sliding into despair can be avoided,
If one dares not to accept it.
And embrace these lessons taught.
And every one of them can be observed.
Even though there will be those who make claims,
They maintain their faith and remain religiously connected.
But the losing of 'things' leaves nothing left for them to impress.
And this traumatic occurrence,
Becomes difficult to comprehend.
A world they ensured stayed isolated
Suddenly around them begins to cave in!
Especially for those who believe themselves to be chosen.
With a wondering 'why' a devastation has come to visit with them.
'I've lost 'EVERYTHING'!
Why weren't we warned about these pending tragedies? '
~Remember the messengers with those messages delivered?
And you believed them to be at your disposal,
For purposes to personally entertain.
How vain.~
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Not Now Of Your Choosing
You can't accept my life is mine
And that those with whom i spend my time
Are now not of your choosing.
You can't accept that different ways
And different ways of spending days
Are not now of your choosing.
You can't accept its not a war
Not like it was those times before
And no-one now is losing.
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
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Perfected and Over-rehearsed
Not a few,
But far too many...
Have become disillusioned and mystified,
By the quickened fast pace of change...
That has taken place.
Leaving those wide eyed quite surprised.
Spoiled and embroiled by choices of isolation.
Believing decisions made would remain sustained.
Creating superstitions within accepted standards,
Of division...
Has weakened values and traditions.
And foundations trembling...
With once tried and true,
Restrictions.
Faltering a quality of life for all,
By hidden agendas and undenied admissions.
Not a few,
But far too many...
Have become disillusioned and mystified,
By the quickened fast pace of change...
That has taken place.
Leaving those wide eyed quite surprised.
With wishes to return to comforts yearned...
To free from the rising of conflicts,
That has today showered many with concern.
Although hoping lessons that seem hard to learn,
Has not come upon them too late to recreate...
What is observed.
When a listening done to comprehend and correct...
Was not prioritized as an objective first.
To protect from a neglect...
Perfected and over-rehearsed.
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
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Your grandchild has tougher lessons to teach
When your child was born
You might have learned certain lessons
As he or she was growing
The child would have been
Teaching lessons
Which you were not learning
From anywhere else
You would have found the lessons
Tough and difficult to absorb
As basics and fundamentals
Language used by the faculty
Methodology of teaching
Were quite different
Most of the time unstructured
Unmindful of your moods
The teacher would have kept you
Loaded with lessons difficult to decipher
The classes were far unique and
Very specially different
From any of the formal institution
Which were preparing you
For making a life
The lessons here aimed at
Making you live fully alive and aware of
Absolute realities
You would agree
Learning these never made you tired
And you were enthusiastically looking for
New lessons to come up
By the time
Your child has grown up
And stopped teaching you any further
Your grand child arrives
Now the lessons turn tougher still
Despite all the experiences in life and living
Your learning is quite difficult now
The teacher is in a great hurry
And often keeps changing
The course of lessons
You find new reasons
For things happening around
And you see yourself
In new enthusiasm
Which you feel will help you live
Longer still
With enough energy, strength and skill
In spite of the fact that
Your grandchild has tougher lessons to teach
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Increasingly Addicted
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.
And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.
Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.
And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.
Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!
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Choosing To Walk On The Right Path
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
Temptations will be there to tease,
With attempts to weaken.
And faces familiar...
Will appear to critique.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Isn't an easy decision one makes.
It takes one to break away,
From barriers attached...
That are difficult to unlatch.
Yet...
Can be done to escape those traps.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
And some days will seem impossible.
But that path chosen,
By the one who knows it is correct...
Will never bring to one regret.
If a faith kept is strong.
And an accepting felt within belongs.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Will prove there to be nothing to fear.
Doubts disappear!
And those things wrong that prick like thorns,
From this right path...
Eventually,
Will be gone!
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There Is An Understanding To Be Claimed
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Making it okay for you now to speak to me.
I will pretend I didn't hear that.
Just because you are disappointed,
By the way your life has gone.
I don't share those sentiments.
Your perception of me,
And your thoughts that I do not acquire...
Material 'things' you can not touch or see,
Does not qualify you to understand my feelings.
However...
What from 'you' I do understand,
Is the feeling you possess of worthlessness.
Since your values have been re-evaluated.
I've never had those values to re-evaluate.
And you now believe you and I have something in common?
We don't.
There is an understanding to be claimed,
You say is now within your reach.
And you can comprehend how I've been feeling?
Don't fool yourself.
The standards I have set for myself,
Are extremely high.
And you?
You haven't sacrificed your beliefs,
To know those feelings others rejected...
With a disrespect.
There is much between you and I,
I could never accept.
Even if I tried.
I don't lie to myself.
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Simple Lessons
Simple, simple lessons, simple...
Sound to be where, make you want to scream.
Always left without, saying hello.
Ive seen chains the bear less, snap and fall long before you let go.
Times run over your sink onto my floor,
Its okay, weve cleaned them many times before.
Simple lessons are, simple lessons are, simple lessons are, simple lessons are, simple...
Sounds might be where, yeah I want to cry
Always left before, I said hello.
Hes had days where shades of brilliance, never granted him space.
Green shades of painful rains, its okay, theyll wash away now
Simple lessons are, simple lessons are, simple lessons are, simple lessons are, simple...
Always taught you how, drain yourself empty.
Always taught you how, drain yourself empty.
Were all scarred up from ages of childish games.
Yet Ive never seen your head up higher.
It feels real this time, I see you happy again.
Reel it in for awhile, oh enough to take my
Aint enough to take my aint enough to take my, aint enough to take my, aint enough to take my place
Sounds might be where, you want to scream.
Always left without, saying hello.
Ive seen chains that bear less, snap and fall long before you,
Long before you let go
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About Survival And Life
There are so many things I have learned,
About survival and life and healing from pain.
I've learned that those who ignore,
Others doing their best to painfully survive...
Will eventually learn a few lessons themselves.
And for some who shun others as an expectation,
Especially those...
Unaccustomed to being shunned themselves,
The pain to them that comes will be incredible.
Although...
An adjustment aided by one's hindsight often helps.
Allowing lessons as lessons are to be taught and learned,
No matter how difficult the acceptance is....
To provide just the right amount of significant influence.
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Memories
Memories
Fading pictures of the past
Destroyed by time
All that's happened
All that was
And right now
Is gone before
Our minds can
Comprehend
We only remember what
Truly stands out
In our lives
Or something that has
Shaped who we are
Or changed a point of view
Other things are locked away
Seldom to be remembered
Reminisced
Every passing second
We remember a little more
About our past
Because we just lived it
As quick as it's there
It disappears twice as fast
But it leaves imprints
Sometimes very visible
Other times not so much
Memories are gate ways
Into our experiences
And lessons learned
To simply help us
In the future that
We'er in right now
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Eager to Learn
On many levels you were told and shown.
In many ways,
The questions you now ask were raised,
And answered.
But the times were too early.
And in those days you shoveled away,
The best advice...
Like snow and ice on your path!
You wanted your outlook to be the one,
With stubbornness to last.
On many occasions you were there in debate.
Waiting to win,
An opinion given.
And even then you made decisions,
You often would regret.
Listening to comprehend,
Some folks like you have never learned to do!
And a suffering for them like yours,
Begins to sink through.
I was a victim myself...
Of a thick skull,
Protecting hard headedness.
Restricted by an ego I would not let go!
And lessons taught I ignored,
To do those things I thought were best.
Until I got tired,
Of blocking my own happiness.
On many levels you were told and shown.
In many ways,
The questions you now ask were raised,
And answered.
Perhaps in these days...
You now feel you are crazed.
And your ways like others you have followed...
Have left you dazed in sorrow.
But tomorrow,
If you let it...
Will come to please with teachings.
And you will be eager to learn...
How to patch those bridges burned.
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You Have Not Yet Learned How To Live
Look not do I,
For your attention.
And giving is for me,
Something that I naturally do.
I am not seeking anything,
To receive an expectation of respect.
If I get it I get it.
But I do know what's for me is true.
I do know what's for me is best.
I want to see you happy.
To see you smile,
Is my gift from you.
I want to see you happy.
And If I am guilty of that...
That explains your attitude.
I've already experienced the affects,
Of being selfish...
And learning lessons from it.
I've already experienced a self centeredness.
To believe I was the beginning...
With a power to see,
What I wished to end next.
And I thank God,
For showing me how I was blessed.
By teaching me WHO and WHAT truly ruled.
With a taking away from me,
What I most loved as a test.
Dear friends and family were taken away.
Until I thought I was also going to lose my breath.
I've already experienced the affects,
Of being selfish...
And learning lessons from it.
I've already experienced a self centeredness.
To believe I was the beginning...
With a power to see,
What I wished to end next.
And after learning painful lessons,
That did not take me long to get.
I know that it is in the giving.
And not living with a mind filled with selfishness.
I want to see you happy.
To see you smile,
Is my gift from you.
I want to see you happy.
And If I am guilty of that...
That explains your attitude.
You have not yet learned how to live.
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Purpose For the Delivery
Evaluating the messenger,
Does not diminish the content of the message.
Nor do judgements given,
Dissect its power.
Options of free will,
Have never stopped the foolish.
Lessons learned too late...
Are what they are!
Lessons learned,
Too late.
Satiating a taste,
For diminishing appetites.
Those believing it is never too late...
Only have to stop their wishes,
For yesterdays reminisced.
To look outside to find that time...
Has not ceased to stop,
For those choosing to block it from moving forward.
It is doing so without one thought about them at all!
And the messenger could care less,
Who addresses what or when.
Or if ever discussed to comprehend.
To gather any attention then.
That is not the purpose for the delivery!
Nor a concern to debate with them!
Just like time...
Coming,
To Go!
With a flow that does not slow,
To await those chasing it!
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
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Observed But Unbelieved
We are taught...
A way of life is only acceptable,
If it is lived from our point of view!
Although our values are flawed,
And we are awed by conflict.
...with a touch of war and self-obsession.
Our abilities to reflect,
How we expect to be treated...
Falls short of our actions,
Observed but unbelieved!
Hypocrisies are a given...
As empathy is shown,
In many charitable ways!
And this we insist to be,
A factor well known!
Grace upon the arrival of each day.
And blessed we are,
To inflict this advantage!
However...
There is a self-righteousness,
In the standards we embrace.
And we are unable to face,
A divisiveness that splits and stays!
Although a wholesomeness about it,
Is daily portrayed as we employ our joys...
By a propaganda marketed without delay!
With the best of subliminal injections.
Leaving nonconformists much annoyed!
And this we insist is diplomacy,
If understood...
How it could and should be convinced,
In movements actually lived!
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Boundaries To Limit
The most difficult challenge faced,
By anyone living today...
Is the choosing to be oneself.
And the opposition to the doing of this,
Is not restricted to those,
Hiding behind their deceptions imposed.
No!
The very ones who believe they 'know',
Someone from a past had long ago...
Are the first to restrict with boundaries and limits.
And times long gone they can not let go.
Ensuring they too will never bloom to grow.
Or be introduced to truth to mature.
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Here And Now
As the light continues to go out, we need to be vigilant, not pout,
Or get angry about a dark time, as this isn’t for us, God’s design,
For that window soon may close, for God to use those He chose,
As God’s Light to pierce the dark, or used by Him as just a spark.
That spark that others may need, when The Truth is what we heed,
Letting the Spirit to channel concern, while others listen and learn,
To The Truth, God has taught us, as His Spirit we follow and trust,
Living our days solely for Him, as His Light in the darkness of sin.
There is plenty to get angry about, but, The Truth we must get out,
While things get darker my friend, for we are approaching the end,
The end of the time we live in, to share the Truth we’ve been given,
Being Christ’s Light of this world, His Truth is what we must herald.
Not man’s empty ways anymore, but, Truth that leads to The Door,
With that Door being Jesus Christ, Who offers all men Eternal Life,
Where darkness won’t have a part, when from this earth we depart,
To reign forever with the only King, who rules far above everything.
So as dark men seem to prevail, it’s The Eternal King, who we hail,
Who will cause darkness to cease, as He brings us Eternal Peace,
And our only duty here and now, isn’t to know every why and how,
But, point lost men to the place, so God’s Truth they too embrace.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
It Is a Gamble
Doing well.
No longer on 'that' mission,
To discover truth in insanity.
Or depth reflecting in clear eyes.
An amusement ride is more reliable,
And consistent these days...
At least dependable from Spring to Fall.
Afterall...
Isn't that reality?
Seeking that which never changes?
Or adapts to the idea of 'thought'?
Why adopt to the notion of progess?
Many don't!
And it shows each time concepts
Of standards, traditions and values are exposed.
Accidentally brought to light...
As if these beliefs are taught instead of vaulted.
Scarce treasures,
Never to be touched or used again.
Encased in curios and dusted!
Inspected for fingerprints!
Like grandma's best bone china...
No one ever touches but observes!
Why bust a gut or shatter a nerve finding reason?
Folks have found ways to enjoy yesterdays,
With a purpose that instills a desire for conflict.
Even if no threats are raised,
There is no resisting it.
If that keeps them in a mindset,
To make these 'museum visits'...
With demands that their forefathers fought
For their right to be crazed...
What can one say,
That will make sense to anyone?
Nothing!
Seeing is believing
As to what already has been done!
This way of life has been ordained and chosen.
And it is difficult requesting fresh exhibits...
When the old ones have long shown their uselessness.
Although capturing a kind of worship as if routine!
And leaving these scenes is a gamble,
Since chosing noncomformity could imply treason.
And those actions are always stifled and rebuked.
To smuggle common sense away today...
May be cause for retribution!
A thought expressed daring a challenge is suspect.
'We better keep an eye on them, Harry!
The medication apparently is not working! '
It is a gamble!
To want to do well...
And no longer on 'that' mission to discover truth.
Especially when it is obvious,
This task is done by so few!
And abuses the ears of those unfamiliar,
With speech that solicits conversation...
And an honest response,
That is not and will not be approved.
Even though some find this restlessness soothing.
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