Those Experiences One Obtains
Those experiences one obtains,
Are rarely exchanged.
Or can be teachable.
With the elimination of pain.
Or whatever it took to experience.
With a doing of it.
Some believe they can sit in classrooms.
And be taught common sense.
By the taking of notes.
Or stare out of windows daydreaming.
Thinking they can float through life,
Portraying one conscious and knowledgeable
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Value Of It All
When does the teaching process end?
And the learning of lessons begin...
Starting the arrival of experience?
And not far behind is a common sense,
Waiting to be triggered without a nudge?
It is there connecting all of this,
Without a budge!
Ready when needed.
However...
If a mind relies too much on books,
To lead to a life reflecting what is written...
As common as it may seem,
A sense expected is missing.
And if a mind begins to lose sight
Of experience, lessons taught
AND common sense...
There will be problems.
Big time ego ones!
Who pays?
And at what cost?
Especially...
If the value of it all is lost!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taking Mental Notes
Offering life's lessons,
Free of lip upoin delivering it
As if one has seen it all,
Is not the action of one wise
Who has gone through personal,
And lip biting experiences.
To advise others,
As to what they 'should' do
And how to do it to resolve their issues,
Only proves one thing.
What one has experienced,
May not be the lessons
Another has to be be taught,
And may not be those lessons
Given at the time,
One paying attention should avoid.
Many must experience the same situations.
But when the time comes,
For that testing to be done!
Taking mental notes,
Is suggested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something About Insight, Intuition and Awareness
There is something about insight, intuition and awareness
That can not be taught.
Like common sense is not a family trait.
It is either there or it isn't.
Experience in observation seems to be a prerequisite.
And some folks are born to walk around,
With their heads in the clouds.
I have actually had conversations,
With those who can lie easily with a straight face.
And then embellish that with something else.
Not aware they do not have to split their lips...
Before my radar detects dishonesty about to arrive.
Dressed elegantly in full BS.
There is something about insight, intuition and awareness...
That uplifts a consciousness that is far less expensive,
Than daydreaming during a college lecture.
And much more adventurous,
Than sitting to listen to a professor's drone!
Trust me.
Been there/done that!
It just amazes me people with college degrees,
And thousands of dollars still owed on loans...
Don't have a dropp of common sense!
If I was the one paying...
I would sue!
Or demand my money back for malpractice.
The expectation and what has been accomplished,
Just does not provide the balance.
Can you 'feel' me on this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Windows
Through the windows you see so much.
Revealing love with the lightest touch.
Through them you see so much truth daren't be spoke.
I sit and look through the windows.
Seeing through all the innuendos.
Reveling in the sweet cresendo.
As I stare through the windows.
The boughs break, and in my heart I celebrate.
As I realize it will not break.
For hours through those windows I could stare.
Worlds a plenty are there to share.
In awe and splendor I now stare.
Through those windows a bright sun glares.
How much longer do I dare,
to stare through these windows that show me things so fair?
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If With Truth It Bites
Experiences.
Come to sit within.
What one does with them,
Depends upon the stripping that begins.
To remove that which one knows is untrue.
Deceit for them is not accepted or quickly served.
Experiences can not be exchanged,
For refreshened outlooks to eliminate...
What has been gained.
And perhaps that is the reason,
Those with experience...
Maintain and sustain a growing wisdom.
Many fail to solicit if with truth it bites!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Service to This Country
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
In the military,
I experienced true friendship.
Strict discipline.
And was taught 'why' and reasons,
I should and must respect.
The men and women from all walks of life,
Were dedicated and loyal.
And all could trust what was done,
Was to benefit the cause...
Of what was correct and upright!
Those without this experience,
Seem to be superficial, selfish.
Lacking a self respect and/or common sense.
And the military is the only institution,
Where young people grow...
Acquiring a maturity not on the common man bestowed.
And those who treat the ones of military experience...
As people who protect their interests,
And then can easily dispose.
Make foolish judgements based on temptations and whims.
And their insecurities are taken for granted!
And this clearly shows.
If there is any experience I've had in my life,
I am most proudest to have accomplished.
Would be my service to this country,
In the military!
And glad upon my life,
This has been bestowed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Those Experiences
You have every right in the keeping of your beliefs.
And to quote from notes of those who lecture,
From pulpits to pedestals in speeches that preach.
However...
You will not find me defending my own beliefs,
To convince anyone in debates that become heated...
Of those experiences to me that have come.
Leaving each one personalized to identify the origin.
And not one of those experiences,
Were achieved by the taking of notes to quote.
Or the rehearsing of that which I should,
Or should not have done in the process of my learning.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Behind Closed Windows
Is it easier for one to gaze from windows closed
To daydream daily of wishes to come true?
Than it is for someone seen from those same windows,
Making advancements towards making their dreams...
A reality.
Although viewed to stumble to fall to get back up again,
Many times.
And embarrassed by the sight of this,
To sit for a moment in tears but to get over it...
By the one seen laughing as they stare,
To have their dreaming interrupted...
From behind closed windows,
Amused but chooses to go back,
To a daydreaming done daily.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Others Who Have Donated
Fatal dispositions taken,
To examine one's life to compare...
With a measuring of things,
Blinging and with a sparkle that dazzles.
Produces in the minds of those controlled,
An acceptance one is made to feel...
In the 'loop'.
And this 'togetherness' is more important...
Than that life one says is wished,
To live with a happiness one claims to have earned.
And when this happens...
An assessment of one's life,
Seems to yearn to depreciate a valued life experience.
To exchanged for a temporary life glistening in pretense.
And doing everything one can,
To keep 'good' credit kept.
With...
A preferred rating met to match,
Others attracted who have donated with a depositing,
All of their common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daydreaming
(neil tennant / chris lowe)
(you gotta wake up)
You dont commit to me
You wont make a start
You dont tell me no
You havent got the heart
You sit in a chair
Or you lie in bed
With a faraway stare
And a swollen head
Well, listen here my lover
I have had enough
And I can tell you brother
I could fall in love
With someone who
Looks a lot like you
But gets up and does
What hes thinking of
I cant wait another day
I can give and I can take
Theres a choice you have to make
So many times things pass you by
Imagination running wild
Youve got to start choosing right from wrong
Instead of daydreaming all day long
I want to catch a plane
To an open space
I want to feel the sun
Shining on my face
But time is short
And waiting is long
And my patience is exhausted
Im just not that strong
I want to see the parade
You wanna watch tv
So we dont do either
Its insanity
You say theres plenty of time
And life is good
So you never make your mind up
Well you never could
I can ask you when or why
And youll look up to the sky
The parade is marching by
So many times things pass you by
Imagination running wild
Youve got to start choosing right from wrong
Instead of daydreaming all day long
Daydreaming, oh, oh, daydreaming, daydreaming
You gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
(leave me alone Im only dreaming)
You gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
(leave me alone Im only dreaming)
You gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
(Im only dreaming), oh, oh
I cant wait another day
I can give and I can take
Theres a choice you have to make, oh, oh
So many times things pass you by
Imagination running wild
Youve got to start choosing right from wrong
Instead of daydreaming all day long
So many times things pass you by
Imagination running wild
Youve gotta choose right from wrong
Instead of daydreaming all night long
(daydreaming)
So many times
(daydreaming)
Things pass you by
(daydreaming)
Youve gotta choose right from wrong
(daydreaming)
All day long
All day long
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Once Having Had Common Sense
When one's mind has been blazed,
To value the blinging of shiny things...
And the ease of a quickly made dollar,
Who then martyrs themselves to announce...
That to worship such things,
Produces in the mind disaster?
Who today is foolish enough to do that?
Has anyone ever seen a rabid dog...
Wagging its tail with a wish to play?
Rarely do these scenes come to us,
To experience personally.
Without acknowledging some pain.
And an awakening to regain 'something'...SOMETHING,
That reminds one of once having had common sense.
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All our thoughts and concepts are called up by sense-experiences and have a meaning only in reference to these sense-experiences. On the other hand, however, they are products of the spontaneous activity of our minds they are thus in no wise logical consequences of the contents of these sense-experiences. If, therefore, we wish to grasp the essence of a complex of abstract notions we must for the one part investigate the mutual relationships between the concepts and the assertions made about them for the other, we must investigate how they are related to the experiences.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Dictation Done
If there is anything experience teaches,
To those who have gone through that process...
With a final acceptance of lessons taught,
Is this...
No matter where one goes with an experienced life,
Achieved through the benefit of failure...
Sometimes repeated.
And lessons learned that have been taught.
Those who seek comprehension,
Will never find time to be bored.
And will one day discover their observations,
Are the ones that are eagerly sought!
Since so many others seem to be awaiting...
A school bell to ring and an announcement made,
That a thought one initiates should soon begin!
With a dictation done that has nothing to do,
To provide one with the tools to use common sense!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bewildered By The Process of Progress
I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.
And comprehension for this session,
Is a prerequisite.
Pretentions and anything less than common sense...
Will not reveal the purpose,
As to why something appearing out of reach...
Attracts most and gets immediate attention.
I will perceive a dangling done,
As a preview of a coming lesson.
And I will learn what that lesson is,
Without concern of the consequences.
Something will be exchange to my benefit.
Whether I limp in pain or walk away entertained...
I am going to gain an experience.
And a life lived can not be done without them!
You know...
Those experiences,
We more often get as we grow...
To eventually sit us down acknowledging,
Just how blessed we are!
And in appreciation of what has been accomplished,
As some reminisce bewildered by the process of progress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Printed Ink
There are books and schools.
And then there is life!
To live and experience.
There is not a page anyone can turn,
That will prepare one's life to compare.
Or given chances to rehearse with notes...
To insure good grades.
Or a grade of fair!
Life isn't played that way.
If one is not living with common sense...
Or sitting in anticipation for its coming,
From a lesson plan one learns.
The process can be stern.
It doesn't always come from printed ink...
How one thinks what to do next,
When the subject begins to personalize!
And one's survival is on the line!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain is greatest feeling...
Pain is one of greatest feelings,
In pain we are born,
With pain we live,
Through pain we gain experience,
And we must to learn how to deal with it,
Because pain is most common feeling in humans life.
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Stare In The Mirror
i stare in the mirror
streams rolling down my face
holding a razor blade ever so close
trying to figure out if this is the time to go
i stare in the mirror
thinking to myslef
is this what life is suppose to be all about?
what ever happened to true love
stand by each other no matter what
i thought i found my soul mate
i chased her away with my brutal words
i stare in the mirror
frown in disgust
who have i become?
were has everyone gone?
regrets are seeping down my back
pain is oozing through my heart
my tears have created a puddle
in which i can see myself
i stare in the mirror
remebering better times
we thought we were soul mates
we had the marks to prove it
if i close my eyes i can see ur face
i can even sometimes feel u in my arms
these r all that i have left with, fading memories of the past
ur heart has since hardened
u have moved on and left me in the past
i stare in the mirror
i have no fear
i can feel all the hate coming off u
i cut myself to feel ur pain
hoping i can understand
at the same time relizing that i may never know
i stare in the mirror
i dont have any fears
my tears roll down my face
all the regrets all the appolgizes cant seam change anything
i have no one to blame
im full of shame
i wish i could of bin the man beside u
i stare in the mirror
look deep into my own eyes
i can see the pain that is inside me
all the failures
all the disapointments
this is just icing on the cake
blood splatters on the mirror
i dont have any fears
god will probally denie me
im ready to go
bottle of whiskey is at the bottom
theres no point
all ur hate has soaked into me
im dissapointed in myself
i have no will to go on
i cant hold my head up high
im lieing on the ground
covered in blood
holding a picture in my hand
smiling for the first time
i slit the other wirst.............
i stare at my body
as i float above it
my life passes before me
i relize
i wasted my life
time would would of healed my soul
i copped out ran away
left anyone who cared behind
now i float in endless darkness
i was right god did denie me......
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It Is Not
Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.
Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.
Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Windows
Frost circles, on a glass.
I watched.
Hour upon hour.
Through a day's loneliness.
Insignificant seeds.
Sat by the window.
Traced its essence.
Into the air.
As mist disappeared.
A vapor of breath.
Onto nothingness.
Has translated.
Thinking of life.
I blew my heat.
Onto the glass.
Time and again.
Drew your name.
Into its frost.
Some pictures.
To vanish.
With the next breath.
Float into the sullen air.
There, I picture your face.
Those haunting eyes.
Saw within them.
Your face.
A reflection.
Of my own.
Candle flickers...
Dancing light.
Reflecting across the wall.
Frozen windows.
Playing, on its icy roses.
Side-to-side.
Around it goes.
Until dizzy from tossing.
Turning again I shall go.
Wonder, what evil thus.
Would keep me awake?
Conscious, through the night.
Prevent my escape.
From still and frost.
To the dreamland, I hope.
Within the window, I peer.
See my eyes, through thine.
Into the window, I stare.
Both souls thus bare.
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