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This Is A Remarkable Achievement Received

To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.

It happens.
One day,
Someone has a thought.
To arrive independently.
The having of it leads one to become suspicious.
It hurts and frightens,
To have it sit unsolicited.

And
One day,
Someone off balance is caught
To have no one around them to see,
A struggling being done
With a single thought brought to them,
From nowhere!
And this happening is not believed.

To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.

One is given an opportunity to think.
And on their two feet,
Their thinking process increases.

And one manages to do this all on their own!
To think!
And never before having had this experience.
Although at first one in this position,
May feel quite threatened.
And to others
This may not seem to benefit.

However
To be able to think,
Independently
AND on one's own two feet?
This is a remarkable achievement received.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The results of any traumatic experience, such as abuse, can only be resolved by experiencing, articulating, and judging every facet of the original experience within a process of careful therapeutic disclosure.

quote by Alice Miller
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Done Without Instructions

There are those having the most difficult time,
They have ever had to experience in their lives.
And adjusting for them,
Has to be done without instructions.

To awaken and to realize,
A road stubbornly followed...
Has a dead end that surprises,
Is quite traumatic.

Especially when it becomes consciously accepted,
Those who have been denied participation...
For a host of reasons thought to be unethical,
And foolish.
Have them now exposed as fools.
With nothing but walss they have constructed,
To hit their heads against.

To awaken and to realize,
A road stubbornly followed...
Has a dead end that surprises,
Is quite traumatic.

There are those having the most difficult time,
They have ever had to experience in their lives.
And adjusting for them,
Has to be done without instructions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Who Chooses to Focus

It hurts.
Feeling deserted.
Yet with a mind that continues to grow.
And no one around to expose this experience.

It hurts.
To understand and comprehend what others do not.
To feel as if a patience kept many have long stopped.
To see and witness confusion connected to lack of thought...
Is no fun when emotions are caught in sensitivity.

It hurts.
When this is focused!
But then again...
One who chooses to focus,
Can also make the choice to unfocus.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inferiority

Inferiority

Experience which convince me
that I am not as good as the other
And consequently not to belong with them
if not best as they are
It seems a feeling of humiliation
especially if they make fan out of me
Such experience someone controls me
causes pain and delight in my misery
And these are common ‘jokes’
that leads me into my inferiority
However the fear was masked and heed inside
a withdrawal from my humanity

This feeling is not stranger in me
yet this is the cause of running away
Yet the far I am from me
the unprotected and vulnerable me-be
One way is to ‘project’
the feeling I thought of the other people
Another unhealthy way to handle
that I usually do to prejudice my inferiority
And it is clear humiliation
and nothing to do with humility
That is why the result from the acceptance
of my limitation is painful reality

poem by Jordan Legaspi
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It Is A Feeling Embedded In One's Mind

The memory of losing a child,
Never leaves.
It is a feeling embedded in one's mind,
To remain as if a hole unplugged...
Can not be fixed.
There is a feeling of guilt that revisits,
From time to time.

And those who have never had that experience,
Are blessed not to know it.
Although those who do know,
What that experience is like...
Can sympathize with those who say,
'You have no idea,
How these children of mine can get on my last nerve.
Ten minutes!
If I only had ten minutes to myself.
Without them constantly on my mind I'd be happy.'

~You are right.
I have not been blessed to have that experience.
However,
Once they arrive...
Your life is no longer yours.
They will be on your mind until your life is over.~

'Oh yeah?
How would you know? '

~It's a feeling I get.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death Comes Easy

Death comes easy someone said
Let me go screaming at the top of my lungs.
What do you want from me? ; still screaming.
In a low deep voice, I want your soul.
Trying to move but I'm stuck
I'm looking around, all i see is BLACK! ! !
Crying please please let me go
No you belong to me
Who are you? Why do you want me?
He answers again,
You don't know me, but I know you.
Leave me the hell alone! Let me go!
I feel myself kicking in my sleep
I know what you did and what you thought about,
How? Just let me go please.
I came to make your wish come true.
No No! Just leave me alone.
I feel myself waking up,
Finally I'm awake
Sweating and crying, thinking to myself I'm,
I'm Free

poem by Chelseacrazylove Page
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Unequivocal Dosages Of Pure Truth

There is a solution never before used,
To calm people's fears.
Its application initially...
May pose for some to be traumatic.
Even more may become more fearful.
Since it may produce behavior erratic.

With an inducing of unequivocal dosages,
Of pure truth...
Will reduce all delusions.
And reveal a healing process effective!
With an infusion.

But then again...
So many for entire lifetimes,
Have been purposedly disconnected.
Yet...
Ignoring to inject it,
This truth unknown.
Will leave a future totally infected...
With misfit rejects infested.

Clearly,
There is little time left!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Will or Can Replicate the Doing

This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
No scholars you determine...
And selected to roam the halls of ivy.
May be ill equipped,
To handle common sense.

Leather bound books,
May encase what you feel is brilliant
Based upon what you declare...
Reflects an exclusive experience.
To be then induced and reproduced.
To recreate your version...
Of majestic mountains,
And the air we breathe allowed by trees.

This may be traumatic.
But those possessing intelligence,
Are not of your creation.
Nor is 'that' which has made this possible.

And there is nothing you can research and document...
That will or can replicate the doing.
The only choices you can make...
Is to steal and pretend,
You are the beginning of it all.
But your presence when that ends...
Does not 'end' the presence of what is witnessed.

This may be traumatic.
But you...
Having nothing to do with it.
You just represent the effects.
That's all!
Unless you're convinced...
Your head can damage or break a brick wall?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet -On Experience

One cannot learn from experience always,
For Knowledge is a sea; experience, Lake;
Some learn the same in hours or weeks or days;
Some never do all life, forever fake.

Experience implies one had done mistakes;
It is much wiser to learn from others;
To forget knowledge too, experience makes;
A continued process, it is, brothers.

Experience can't vouchsafe a man is wise;
And wisdom comes to one who God well loves;
Too much of experience could turn a vice.
All need not see the burst of bombs or stoves.
By experience, no man should turn haughty,
Nor should he try to be with peers, naughty.

poem by John Celes
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Able To See Yourself Reflected

To those who have never,
Come to experience...
A losing of their child's life.
Or know what it is like,
To grieve and suffer through...
This feeling known that never leaves.
It is not a headache that comes and goes away.
The feeling of the image can not be numbed.
And those who say...
'It will be okay.' It never is... okay!

To those who have never,
Come to experience...
A losing of their child's life.
Or know what it is like,
Feel blessed you have not yet...
Endured that process.
Be blessed to have children,
Who can come to pluck your last nerve.
Feel blessed you are able to see yourself reflected.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What could be your achievement

What could be your achiement

Your position
Your property
Your power
Your managing skills
Your wealth
Your happiness
Your health
Your fame and name
And so many other skills

None of the above

These all will vanish
And will go into oblivion
Once you depart
And you are on the path
Of disappearing
As each second, minute, hour, day
Is racing you nearer
To that ultimate end

All the above
Will go and you are
Likely to be lost
From the memory of
Your own near and dears,
Leave alone the world

All your materialistic acquisitions
Are likely to lead to family feuds
And there will be total discomfort
Among your own people
History is replete with such cases
You will, in fact, be cursed
For all the earnings you made
Be it by fair means or otherwise

We have seen small possessions of
Even great people
Created warring situations
When they came up for auctions
With regard to their realisations

Materialistic achievement is no
Achievement at all

Your achievement could be that
Which will make others remember you
For years, if not centuries, ahead

This achievement is possible
With your thought process
A process that will help others,
When they put your thought processes into action
Can enjoy a living
In total harmony with the nature and surrounding
In total love for all living things around
In total peace and happiness
In total control of everything happening around them
In total satisfaction of having lived

Your achievement is
That thought process
Which you leave behind expressed
Written or oral
In an aim to help
The future world live
In totally fearless and free society
With no hatred or threat
With no doubts regarding their future

Your achievement is
Your positive, productive and futuristic
Thought process
And make all efforts
To earn this great treasure

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Persuaded to Remember

Wouldn't it be a fantastic discovery,
If it was uncovered...
That the process of thought,
Was a natural occurrence.
And human beings could actually do this,
Independently.

To forget with a forgiveness!
And all bitterness,
Is dropped.
Without assistance to connect dots.
Or persuaded to remember,
Something in their minds to find...
With a need for recurring conflicts to stir,
Nonstop!

Wouldn't it be a fantastic discovery,
If it was uncovered...
That the process of thought,
Was a natural occurrence.
And human beings could actually do this,
Independently.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erratic

They can not grasp
The onslaught of thought!
Erratic.
Dramatic destruction
Shows an ignorance taught!
Peace is not going to be won or bought...
By past actions of power.
This is not the hour,
For displays of that might.
It isolates the aggressor,
And promotes a call for more to fight!
Erratic behavior creates a stagnant insight.
And the stronger one weakens...
Losing all to a mental blight!
Erratic they are
Who believe such stances are right.
Goodbye say the allies,
Without a kiss to wish goodnight!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A modern theory of knowledge which takes account of the relational as distinct from the merely relative character of all historical knowledge must start with the assumption that there are spheres of thought in which it is impossible to conceive of absolute truth existing independently of the values and position of the subject and unrelated to the social context. Even a god could not formulate a proposition on historical subjects like 2 x 2 = 4, for what is intelligible in history can be formulated only with reference to problems and conceptual constructions which themselves arise in the flux of historical experience.

quote by Karl Mannheim
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The Screen Behind The Mirror

(m.cretu.) .
Heres the mirror
Behind there is a screen
Turn around
On both ways you can get in
The experience of survival
Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one wholl guide you to the limits of your choice
The experience / of survival
Try to think about it ...
Thats the chance to live your life and discover
Try to think about it
The experience of survival
The experience ...
The experience of survival
The experience ...

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Skipping Around Obstacles

It would be great if experience to one came,
Without the sacrificing of time...
To find fault or place blame.
Or the process of feeling some anguish and pain.

Wouldn't it be nice,
If it came with the throwing of dice?

And those wishing to have it,
Could barter for it in exchange.
Leaving complaints at a minimum.
With a bargain felt that had been obtained.

It would be delicious and lip licking good,
If the price of it could afford everyone's taste.
And no one would feel deprived of it,
No matter the neighborhood.

It would be great if experience to one came...
Overnight feeding everyone's appetite.
And those who make claims,
They have awakened with knowledge...
Would express more insight,
With eyes clear and bright!

But experience is what it is.
And it can not be taught to achieve.

'Excuse me professor,
Is it possible we can discuss that topic,
One more time?
Please? '

The one who acquires experience...
Isn't the one with a heart worn on a sleeve.
But has lived and learned from mistakes that were made.
And did not make excuses heard,
While gathering up the energy to again stand...
With no mention of having crawled on knees.

Experience does not come gift wrapped in a nice package.
Or skipping around obstacles,
To place that responsibility on someone else's back.
Experience doesn't come to be done like that!

'I am so glad I had that experience.
No one will ever know...
What it was like to see you,
Struggle as you carried my weight.
I so appreicate you giving me that experience.
WHEW!
Let me know when you are ready for more.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Could Use A Big Pinch

We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.

And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.

We all,
Have been 'there' in emotional need.
But choosing to be alone...
With those needs going unknown.

We all wish to be fed,
That which is in our hearts.
But expressed with hot heads.

We all want sometimes,
To be on someone else's mind.
Caring less...
They have their own desires to address.
And when that from them is confessed...
We then expose our centered selfishness.

Oh yes!

We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.

And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.

To leave...
Some with no choice but to voice,
Obscenities heard screaming...
To get that attention publicly!

We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.

We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.

We all could use a...
OUCH!
Why did you do that?

~I thought that was a request.
For a message you needed help to get!

We 'all' could use a big pinch,
Of more commone sense.
With a feeling that is believed...
To leave no one unconvinced! ~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Rush To Get Up And Leave

Fabulous and exquisite,
Stays a scent remembered as fresh.
Never to undo with the passing of time.

And embraced as if just yesterday,
Are those memories coming to linger...
Unannounced in a surprise visit.
One finds remaining to be unchanged.
But somehow enhanced the more as one ages.

Although delaying a reluctance,
To become overwhelmed by seduction.
Since one knows how much slower it is to lift,
What was done when younger...
In a process taken for granted and on demand.
Without a single thought given to it.

And this too,
Can be interpreted as fabulous and exquisite.
Depending on who has grown to appreciate,
The benefit of taking one's time to savor the experience.
With no rush to get up and leave.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flashbacks

Even sinking they maintained their pretensions.

'What are you saying?
What are you talking about? '

Oh...
Nothing.
Just having flashbacks.
Thinking about those times gone...
When folks refused to listen.

'When was that?
Where did that happen? '

At a time people were lost,
In their own personal issues!

'Yes...
I did hear about that.
Was it traumatic?
To witness it? '

Not at all!
I was happily labelled crazed!
I went about my own business,
To experience the joys of living.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Growing up in a violent home is a terrifying and traumatic experience that can affect every aspect of a child's life, growth, and development.

quote by Lucille Roybal Allard
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