To Assess And To Free
It has taken me many years to rebuild my life.
MANY.
And I could care less how I am perceived.
My experiences have assisted in my beliefs.
There are few people,
If any at all who know what this means...
For me to assess and to free myself from BS.
With the success of a peace of mind I have received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Where I Came
I've lived in places,
People wouldn't dare visit...
To nod to fall to sleep.
That's why to a degree,
I could care less...
Who believes they can assess me.
Or my abilities.
And how I received them.
I know from where I came.
And how I have managed to get,
What I have obtained.
To remember it for the rest of my life.
And in the process...
People can assess me for as long as they like.
To come to go to leave me knowing who I am.
That's a given not to be taken away.
I don't do fake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Been Reviewing That Same Message For Years
But...
Your experiences will benefit,
Others with a motivational uplifting.
'How many times are you going to say that?
And how many times have I told you,
I have yet to heal...
From being dragged through the mud.
Laughed at as if I had 'fool' printed on my forehead.
Or ridiculed because I choose to live a basic life.
And I have today chosen to do what I like.
Even though meager of means...
My peace of mind means the world to me.'
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But look...
They are now willing to pay you big bucks for your efforts.
You can pay to have any escapade you want.
Get as far away from being annoyed as often as you wish.
'There is a big difference.'
And...
What are you saying?
'My peace of mind...
Is priceless.
Even though I can not believe,
The price I had to pay to get it.
My experiences are mine.
I do not wish to be reminded on a daily basis,
Who could care less about giving me stress.
Because I've endured the mess they have kept.
And to accept a payment as a sacrifice,
For my patience I volunteer to give up and neglect...
Is not to me a reason,
I should get upset to get arrested...
For having my hands around some children's necks.
They, you...
Or anyone else,
Will not discover me in a prison cell...
Babbling with confessions,
About 'how' I attempted to do my very best.'
But...
Your experiences will benefit,
Others with a motivational uplifting.
'Should I repeat what I just said? '
No.
I get the message.
'Trust me.
I've been reviewing that same message for years.
Everytime I am approached,
By someone who wishes to ruin...
What to me has already been made clear.
No one is going to pay me,
To tour the inside of a prison cell.
To lock behind me with a throwing away of a key.
Not me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Health That IS Enjoyed
There is nothing like knowing,
A peace of mind that one has achieved...
Came to be,
In increments.
Until every last bit of it,
Was deservingly welcomed.
And with joy received.
And as time passes on,
With those believed deceiving to please...
The one who reflects about the past,
Has no regrets.
Or wonders what has happened,
To those who did their best...
To upset one's current happiness.
As one who has received this peace of mind,
Has a life abundant...
With good health that IS enjoyed.
And validated success!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Honest Self Examination
I am not one to assess another's flaws,
With wishes they perceive my view of life.
I can not say who should rid themselves of them,
To correct themselves to make things for them right.
An honest self examination that self assesses,
Delivers to one an insight.
And if one lives in fear of honesty...
Any heard believed is a critique of their beliefs,
Does not bring them peace of mind...
But keeps them in a state that makes them uptight.
And I have rescued myself from being judge and jury.
I possess an insight that was not achieved overnight.
And I am going to feel blessed.
I can not feel I've been delivered with abilities to assess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Living Within My Means?
Am I living within my means?
Isn't that obvious?
Or have you come to bolt my other foot,
To the floor?
With an ensurance that my success,
In living my life with less...
Will not be seen outside my premises,
To cause a revolt of those...
Who believe my exposure of happiness,
I express...
Is not being assisted,
By a hoarding of vast treasures...
That I keep stored in a treasure chest.
Am I living within my means?
Isn't that obvious?
When was the last time,
You aided with the adding to my budget?
Or helped to unwrap a care package,
Sent as a gift from any of my creditors?
Am I living within my means!
Did you come by to pay a visit?
Or laugh at my situation?
Which is it?
Am I living within my means?
Apparently I am.
And I could do much more of it,
If you paid me less frequent visits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr. And Mrs. James Akpan II
Of your spiritual inner-self,
Of my spiritual inner-self,
But, i am made among the people of this earth!
And, wisdom is my first priority;
However, Mrs. Akpan will still remember her words towards me on the day of the contract.
This muse of life is now being elevated with the peace of the mind,
These works of joy are now being seen among you all!
With the indications of love from my mind to influence you;
And like the road leading to the house of the royal elephant,
But, i am what i am today with the sweet muse of life.
Wisdom leads to great success! !
back in the days, and to remember this journey on the very hard road;
But, with the muse of my roots in mind to deliver my works,
However, i am what i am today with the sweet muse of life.
Peace and joy to the Akpan family whom i met some years ago in Lagos (Nigeria) !
For, my heart will always bring out peace and joy to all with my works;
And my mouth shall always speak out wisdom to teach many,
However, i am what i am today with much experiences in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Free to Poke Fun In Mockery
When success is not displayed,
For people to see.
Having it unidentified,
In front of their eyes...
Is something for them,
An impossibility.
Especially if it is not dramatized and captured,
In a movie or on TV...
Or staged to play with a ball,
From a stadium for all to see.
That success one might have,
Is not as valid or received.
Until it is accepted and materialized...
To fantasize minds with a tangible belief.
When success is not displayed,
For people to see.
It is not really a success.
It is thought to be a delusion.
And free to poke fun in mockery!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neither Are Around To Be Found
When it is discovered,
Not to be what it is.
Or what one has thought it to be...
Why is there a place for it sought?
Why is it accepted,
With a patience to have beliefs change.
And if beliefs can be changed with patience...
Why is it claimed neither are around to be found.
It is close to one's seeking for peace.
People kill to make it happen.
With a spending of millions to get it.
Only to go bankrupt financially and morally.
When peace is free!
And when something is free...
People automatically become suspicious of it.
But can be deceived they have enemies,
To ultimately pay the price...
For finding a place for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Means Nothing To Me
Oh well here she comes now oh Im on the run now
Pretending just pretending that I dont see her
Just to teach her but darling how much longer
Can I keep on living this lie
She means nothing to me
She means nothing to me
Im still as free as a bird
Dont care what you heard about me
She means nothing to me no more
Oh shes my world oh not just some girl
Harder its getting harder to fool anyone
Not just her but I act like a man
Shed expect me to
No tears win her respect
Who am I fooling if I cant fool me
Who believes what their eyes dont see
But I keep on lying
She means nothing to me
She means nothing to me
Im still as free as a bird
Dont care what you heard about me
She means nothing to me no more
All my dreams are depending on her
And how good I am at pretending that
She means nothing to me
She means nothing to me (havent you heard)
Im still as free as a bird
Dont care what you heard about me
She means nothing to me no more
She means nothing to me
She means nothing to me (havent you heard)
Im still as free as a bird
Dont care what you heard about me
She means nothing to me no more
She means nothing to me
She means nothing to me (havent you heard)
Im still as free as a bird
Dont care what you heard about me
She means nothing to me no more
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You have the right to feel, you are successful
Success, sweet success
Success, it is waiting for you
To own and hold on to it
Success of any kind
Has easy access
If you are after it restlessly
Success is not indeed the end
It is the beginning of a
New chain of successes
Simple it is to be successful
So simple, you wonder how many of us are not at it
It all depends on what you feel
Success means to you
You may school your thoughts
And train your emotions
To feel successful on everything
That happens around you
Your retention of all your
Physical, mental and social abilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make friends
And help them out in times of need
Is indeed your success
Your ability to keep your cool
In emotionally competing events
And situations
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make your ends meet
Come over challenges, emotional or otherwise
At the right time and in a rightful manner
Is indeed a success
Your ability to stand up
And hold on to your values
Is indeed a success
Your ability to be able to
Discharge your assigned responsibilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to objectively assess
People and events
Without painting them subjectively
Is indeed your success
Your ability to stay most of your time positive
Progressive and productive
Creative and innovative
Is indeed your success
Your ability to hold on to
Your original traits
Without succumbing to the temptations
Of becoming someone else
Is indeed your success
If this forms your scale to measure success
You have the right to feel
You are successful
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Just A Few Of Those Experiences
There is nothing like maintaining one's beliefs.
With a faith sustained,
To one day see them realized.
And there is something inside,
That validates a pride kept through spells of weeping.
Some may call this arrogance.
Ego with a touch of self centeredness.
Or the favorite one many use...
With nothing else to say,
They may refer to this as 'luck'.
But one who holds onto a belief,
Through critique, crawling on knees...
And character assassination.
With a sacrificing of a reputation...
It is not with 'luck' that success is achieved.
Endurance.
Patience.
And the tolerance of ignorance,
Are but just a few of those experiences...
One sacrifices to achieve what is received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There In Abundance
Why is there an economic failure?
People instilled with capitalistic beliefs,
Accepting success as materialness!
And schemes that variety is the spice of life...
Keeps many dreaming for 'things',
And despising the lack of it...
Because they feel cheated out of rights!
Why is there an economic failure?
Of course there is greed and gluttony.
Deceit and thievery.
Cheating and backstabbing with a hoarding done.
No one wants to feel left out or unwelcomed.
Pretensions with a presence,
Develops a mindset one wishes to be pleased.
That's why people are in hock...
With a country on its knees!
'Well...
If you're so successful,
Why do you live in the ghetto?
Why don't you drive a fancy car?
Why aren't you living,
Amongst the 'stars'?
Why do I see you on a bus?
You aint 'all that'!
You just one of us!
If you were 'really' successful...
You'd have 'things',
And I wouldn't hear you cuss! '
I have peace of mind,
I carry with me most times!
But it is folks like you,
Who don't enjoy yourself or your life like I do!
I feel blessed.
And not ungrateful like the rest.
I am happy with 'myself'.
And that seems to bother you!
Why are you making yourself my pest?
I'm not seeking your acceptance.
Nor your 'visions' for me,
What determines 'my' success!
When you don't see me I am at home...
With a mind that is totally at rest!
'I don't believe that! '
Maybe not!
But I am not trying to hang on...
To what I've got!
It is there in abundance.
Do you care to share with me an 'Amen'?
Or are your values like the others...
Whose minds have gone out to lunch!
Hmmm?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comforting Beliefs
A life intellectualized,
Is not a life lived.
I am here to experience it.
This life!
And that is the only prerequisite,
And qualification I need.
With certain degrees of satisfaction,
I try to achieve to please.
But to succeed?
That depends on my own,
Comforting beliefs.
And those are the experiences,
With a few repeated...
That ultimately brought to me peace.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Otherhand
The facts are left unapproached.
To acknowledge them would mean,
The facing of mistakes made.
And that for many,
Has never been a prerequisite,
To the obtaining of comprehension.
On the otherhand...
Not that one.
The other one.
You have two.
Most of us do.
The boosting of delusions...
Is celebrated on a daily basis.
To maintain a mind kept entertained,
With beliefs that success is perceived...
As the taking of something not earned.
And easily as it can be done,
From anyone who sacrifices time and effort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wedding Vows of a husband
i will love, cherish, and take care of you
all the days of my life.
for you have consented to be my wife.
i will honor and respect all your
beliefs and thoughts, for which you stood and fought.
you did not let anything distract or sway you
from your beliefs, which gave me a sense of relief.
because if anyone was able to sway you
in your younger years, we would not
find happiness and cheer.
you are strong, just like me
and you captured my heart and set me free.
and now that we are united as one
under the eyes of GOD.
i vow that we will never part.
and this will be the beginning
of our brand new start.
poem by Louis Rams
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How I Approach My Life
I am often reminded,
How the direction of my writing...
Has changed over the years.
And for the life of me,
I can not understand it.
I've done the best I could,
To keep my outlook elementary.
And perhaps it has been my evolving,
Since high school...
That my thought process and experiences,
I had since then...
That I should attribute to my maturity.
What a dilemma!
However...
God knows I am doing the best I can,
Not to be so observant and intelligent...
As to how I approach my life.
But I do keep my fingers crossed,
That my growth process is not that noticeable...
To those choosing to remain in denial,
And become offended by my adult revelations.
Hey,
Who knows?
Maybe I'm just one of those people,
Who refuse to stay limited to perceived expectations.
You know...
Rebellious, arrogant, self confident, honest and forthright!
And...
65 years old.
One would think I should know my place by now?
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obstacles Arrive
Adapt.
Accept facts.
Avoid traps of beliefs...
That a picking which is liked from life,
And as perceived...
Is okay to leave behind,
All that is disliked on a path one finds.
Obstacles arrive not as ornaments to wear.
To one day disappear as if,
Not a one had ever been there.
Adapt.
Accept facts.
Avoid traps of beliefs...
That a picking which is liked from life,
As perceived...
Is okay to leave behind,
All that is disliked on a path one finds.
This that is here,
Has been labelled a tree.
See it?
That which is above us,
Has been called a sky!
Can you see it?
Those who stare over there back at us,
Are referred to as people!
You can wave...
It's okay!
And you...
Believe this or not,
Are one of them.
So am I.
Like a you.
Like a me.
Like a we...
Are all a part of a 'they' and a 'them'.
And for all of us...
Obstacles arrive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Live My Beliefs
I respect your acceptance,
Of that which you keep...
As a means to obtain your sanity.
Never have I questioned your choices.
Although I have never received,
A mutual showing of respect shown to me...
I am not the one complaining in a campaign,
To have what it is I believe focused upon...
With such attention.
I live my beliefs!
I have no need to reach out,
With a convincing of them to mention.
I live my beliefs daily and with intention.
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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Pharisaical
Successors of beliefs,
Spreading hypocrisies...
Like a pharisee.
Careful to be...
Care less of what they do!
And of those things done for 'fun'
They do purposedly to you.
As long as its perceived...
They are the true ones to believe!
Pharisaical are those of this mind.
They are rising to the surface...
In these days and times!
Pharisaical are those of this mind.
Regardless of set rules and laws defined...
They will disobey them.
And label others crazed,
To have life their way!
As they enforce acceptance...
Portraying themselves as 'gold' to trade.
And regular folks who are 'okay'!
But that day comes when they will pay...
For betraying humanity.
And leading us astray to feed on evil!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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