Updating Of An 'After-The-Fact' Status
An updating of an 'after-the-fact' status,
To make things that have happened in the past...
More current with a revisiting of emotions spent,
From them they can not escape to erase...
With hopes to live what is now being experienced.
To increase one's needed strength or mental agility.
OR confirms the presence,
Of a questioned competence decreasing in merit.
This kind of activity only validates,
The hopelessness many are made to feel...
About truths they today face.
And living amongst those who remain fixed in denial,
When confronted with a reality plainly observed.
While awaiting with faith and patience for explanations,
Since many are taught to seek help and guidance...
To rely on someone else to process their own thoughts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Come To Go
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
They can be discussed on a daily basis.
Or ignored as they speed away.
These days that we have been given to witness,
Will be better off lived...
Then reminiscing how they were,
And what was done.
Too many will discover themselves lost,
In the things they once did.
And not prepare their minds for what comes,
With maintained faith and not delusions.
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited.
Especially when those changes made,
Aren't here to stay for anyone.
They come to go.
With no empathy shown,
To those who don't grow.
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
And fixed to keep them revisited...
To live and adjust as they must.
Will discover all their beliefs,
Dusted.
These times are moving too rapidly,
For anyone to perceive they can keep moments...
Once experienced from a past preserved.
To remain unchanged.
Whether or not attempts are made,
To hold onto them as tightly as possible.
A letting go,
Is the best thing to do to experience growth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insecurities Not Faced
I am not into the hide and seek business.
No...
Not me.
I prefer to be confronted,
By those with wisdom...
And an experienced maturity.
Insecurities not faced,
And protected to defend...
Will not become my reason to feel,
I need to walk softly on eggshells...
Around those with emotions,
Hidden like children to prevent their tantrums.
I am not into the hide and seek business.
No...
Not me.
I prefer to be confronted,
By those with wisdom...
And an experienced maturity.
I try to stay away,
From those who thrive on delusions...
As a means to keep realities defeated.
I'd rather be around those who tell it like it is.
Than to hear from those who gossip about...
Who said what to someone else,
That offended and left them in tears.
It has been many aging years since I had been a kid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying On Their Knees
The increase of self righteousness,
Shown by those deep in deceptive...
False claims and accusations made,
Is clearly on the surface now.
Hightening tensions amongst those of 'faith'.
But afraid they are.
Proving their faith to be fake!
And from this there is no escape that erases.
And for anyone choosing,
To remain smothered in denial...
With hopes that what is being exposed,
Is a trick to dispose of their fantasies...
Are closer than they realize,
To experiencing truth accompanied by realities.
Leaving the increase,
Of those of self righteous beliefs...
Deep in the thick of deceptive false claims.
And accusations made.
While those praying on their knees,
Hoping truth from them will vanish...
To forever go away and permanently leave,
Should prepare to be traumatized...
For the rest of their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Creation That I Am Is Yours
I feel such a ray within me radiating.
Each time You and I are alone.
And I am comforted in the quietness of peace.
I feel so blessed and grateful,
To have this ease You have bestowed upon me!
Was it hours away in a yesterday gone...
I had questioned my faith,
With a false face I had put on.
But today I know I was all wrong.
You were there protecting me.
And those obstacles that challenged...
Were placed on my path,
So I would realize with You...
I am and can be strong!
I am the 'me' You have made me to be!
I feel so blessed and grateful,
Yes!
I feel such a ray within me radiating.
To this I confess.
To You I am grateful to this blessing,
That has gifted me with happiness.
I had questioned my faith,
With a false face I once had put on!
But I have since removed those disguises.
I want it known You alone own my soul!
And in my mind and heart...
What need do I have to feel forelorn?
I am Your warrior,
My Father.
By Your command...
My actions remain forever bold.
And under Your control...
I stand each day,
To become a better man.
As You alone understand,
This creation that I am...
Is Yours!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something different and unique
Live and let others live
Trust, assert confidently and believe
Impart what others can't give
Probe not the unknown fact and leave
This is fundamental and life's essence
Show new life and make known its presence
You have more to earn in giving
Believe in what you have and start living
Never ask anything in return
Give today and you may have your turn
You will not compelled to seek
It will strengthen your will and not make you weak
Not all can perform kind gesture
To some extent it affects their future
Nobody may like to part with little of their belonging
Yet it is considered by them as easy going
To feel donor is something unique
It is real call from kind heart and nice pick
If you can really do it with grace
You may find ever lasting shine on face
If you are in habit of doing it secretly
Then see to it that it is done very quietly
No one should get wind out of it and observe
As it is intended only for needy people to be served
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Left-handed Blows
Don’t rely on competence, for strength
come from unlearned blows that are left-handed;
until you learn to improvise at length
you short the truth and cannot understand it.
Inspired by a saying of Walter Benjamin: “These are days when no one should rely on his competence. Strength lies in improvisation. All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.”
5/21/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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How Could I Hide?
There is no escape
Always creeping, always following always there
Always here, there is nowhere to go
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to stay far from
No distance great enough
No wall strong enough
Never enough
How can you hide
From what is inside
How is that you could distance yourself from that who is in you
That who is you
How is that you could just not be the you who you are
How is it I could not be me
No matter what I do he's there he's in me he is me
How could I not be the sum of my mistakes?
How can You tell me that I'm more
How could I not be something to abhor
I cannot run from who I am, how is that not tied to what I did
What I do doesn't that become me? Do I become that?
My mind tells me that's wrong, my heart is evil, but it knows You
The part of me that does know You says You can erase it all
But I don't feel it, I'm sorry, I often don't, I feel like me
And to me that is the greatest torture to be me
Because the me that I think that I am is someone who I could never
Bear to live as, never, not ever
Instead of believing you I just ask How can I hide?
Can I hide from what's inside?
Can I cease to be me
Can I escape the mistakes
Can I escape the thoughts
Can I escape the identity
Can I escape from me
There is nowhere to run, nowhere I've gone
Nowhere I feel I can go
Will be far enough from me to escape me
Nothing in my mind feels sufficient to conquer me
I cannot divorce myself from what I believe makes me who I am
How could it not rule me, the evil thoughts I have thought
Are not just thoughts in the past, they're thoughts that last
They're thoughts I still think, how is there freedom from that evil
How is their cleansing from that sin
Truly without You there is no hope and I cannot win
But even with all You say about me I don't know how to change
Can I change my idea of me?
Can I come int my new identity?
Can I really escape when I cannot run?
I must fight against him
Show me Your love
Help me please
Cleanse me from 'me'
So that I can be me
poem by David Knox
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What We Believe
Faith is what we believe
Death is constant fear we live
Water is deep still we dive
Reluctance still we give
Why faith is to make hope
When we are not willing to walk on rope?
Why we leave everything to faith and become illogical?
Not admit the fault and try to be honest and vocal
If I have to live by faith
I shall surrender to reality of death
Know it for certain what I am today
And what will be tomorrow on the way
I love to live among nice and kind hearted
I want to pick from where I had started
Lost in between and got derailed
Now I want to reaffirm and get it availed
I know many hurdles on the way
Yet I must say and firmly stay
That I love my fellow brethren
I promise to live with no concerns
I may not find heaven
I should remain unconcerned even
Let my present not turn into hell
I wish it to speak well
I know what the love can make it to be
Let all people sense within and feel free
The total universality of belonging and oneness
See then the power and impact of happiness on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Jump In The Water and Get Wet
Fearing to experience life invites indecision.
Many who are taught to do things right...
Just might find themselves debating,
Over choices they prefer and like...
to impress and appease others to please.
Jump in the water and get wet.
Establish a list of those regrettable moments.
How else will one know a growth process is known?
Affecting directly one's emotions.
And involving a forward motion.
Jump in the water and get wet.
At least from the doing of it...
There will be a lesson learned to be remembered,
Never to forget.
'But...
I can not swim.'
You see!
I told you.
Something done one does,
Will always aid in the growing process.
'But...
I'm telling you,
Seriously...
I can't swim.'
Well...
I am hopeful of your ability,
To make attempts.
To teach you requires the kind of patience,
Today, I just don't have.
'But...
I am drowning! '
From who's perspective?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Noticeable Shifts
With hopes that one's perception of change,
Is observed without them experiencing the effects of it.
Can be considered,
A 'derangement' of sorts.
And inflicted by...
An apparent malfunctioning of reason taught,
And valued.
Some sit and wish,
For a painless delivery.
Wanting to claim they've gone through a change,
With a clinging onto a way of life done...
That remains comfortably for them the same.
Changes are drastic with noticeable shifts.
Sacrifices are made.
Some are physical.
Others mental.
Either way,
Emotions play a major part...
In the distributing of what comes to exist.
And those who believe they can avoid a life of anguish...
Are dealing with serious issues of acceptance.
With beliefs they can be ignored as exceptions,
As they pray to pick and choose...
A kind of life to live,
With a sweetened treatment that is obstacle free.
And handed to them with a gentleness,
That is smooth like a tune hummed and grooved.
'What is that noise heard in the background? '
~Someone fussing over facts.
And boo-hooing over a life they lived,
With a wish to have it back.~
Changes are drastic with noticeable shifts.
Sacrifices are made.
Some are physical.
Others mental.
Either way,
Emotions play a major part...
In the distributing of what comes to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blowing Kisses
As incredulous as this may seem,
There are some places where people live...
Where the showing of disrespect,
And turning one's back on opportunities...
Is a teaching that is taught to others to perfection.
And in those places,
There are those who scheme...
To weaken those with credible influence,
Through the use of character assassination...
And the telling of the most fantastic of lies.
'You have a very creative mind.
When do you find the time to make this stuff up? '
It has to be a 'fluke'.
Or a dysfunction of some kind,
That interfers with my mental process.
Since where I live everyone is observed blowing kisses.
And those who refuse are murdered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantastic 'Had' Been Your Daydreams
Fantastic 'had' been your daydreams.
And intrumental in your survival.
Your past activities,
Are justly due some applause.
But your current expectations,
For what had 'then' taken place...
Has been updated to require substance.
And those elements from your past,
Did not exist to be considered missing.
Even though that attention given,
You believed had no end.
There is no reason to prioritize,
An updating of a presence that did not begin.
And that end for you has long departed.
Along with those whims you stored within.
With a wish to see them 'alive' again.
That daylight is not on your side!
To make futile attempts,
Your arguments for reminiscing them,
Generates a cause to re-establish a sense of nostalgia.
For you perhaps...
That would bring back a confidence with happiness.
However...
It is highly recommended you abandon that campaign.
Since these days now lived by the many awakening...
Offers little patience to regain that flame,
Few, if any, wish to rekindle.
No time is left to spend in waste,
On those insisting their meaningless values...
Have merit!
To satisfy a hungered taste.
And are worthy to be kept adored!
Those efforts have explored and exhausted,
Their usefulness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm grateful for having you in my life
i was a girl who judged,
until i met you,
your personailty,
is colorful,
just the way i like it,
you opened me up,
to new things,
and pushed me,
when i needed you,
set me straight,
when i got out of line,
made me the girl i am today,
living for the future,
no longer for the past,
making everything seem possible,
even during the times i wasn't sure,
like believing in god again,
after everything that happened,
i never thought we will still remain friends,
but, god works in mysterious ways,
and send us the people we need,
to help us get through life.
4-6-10
poem by Mona Martinez
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Your Patience Is Needed To Feed It
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
Just you know that...
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.
A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.
A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve.
You must keep your faith to receive,
And appreciate what comes to be.
Oh don't exchange woes,
To give up and let go.
Don't you know that...
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.
A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
A patience is needed to greet it.
Every single prayer,
That is made...
Stays right there.
A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve.
Be right there to meet it and greet.
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
A patience is needed.
Don't leave it to disbelieve...
Or,
Leave it there unfed to greet.
A patience is needed to meet it.
Your patience is needed to feed it.
Don't do it to stop...
No!
Don't do it to drop...
No!
Don't walk and give it away!
A patience is needed.
Your patience is needed to feed it,
Today!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For This Ardor In Mine Heart
If today's glimpse were all that I knew,
That may be enough-yet, it is not.
My dreams have shown what I wished to be true:
A world of wonder, that for my whole life I have sought.
I asked for patience, to allow this fear's allay,
Only to learn that I already possess it-
My faith is all the patience I ever needed, every day;
This is my Divinely-proffered strength, and I wish to confess it!
My only wish is for my dreams to meet with fruition-
For my reality to surpass my loftiest aspiration.
All your mind may fathom, may one day become reality;
Where otherwise you'd ne'er imagine, a dream becomes its own causality.
For a dream as this, many lifetimes I would wait-
For this ardor in mine heart, shan't e'er abate!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Perhaps Progress Will Soon Begin to Move Forward
Now a serious argument takes place among them,
To remove the word 'retarded' from their records kept!
And also from an increasingly insecure consciousness.
Although an unaccountable responsibility remains.
Things take time to correct.
It's never too late to have a scrambled egg.
Even if it's served at dinner.
Idiot and imbecile are their other depictions.
And since their stupidity seems to be environmental...
At least some reflection is being self examined.
Remember when dinner was popularly called 'supper'?
And all adults were thought to have had a normal thought process?
A child does not suspect fools to be a dime a dozen.
The road to their complete recovery from delusion,
May come sooner than expected.
Those now contemplating the word 'retardation' to be offensive.
Hopefully...
These same folks,
Who witness this activity increasing amongst themselves,
Will use this same element of 'awareness'
To deal with issues of sensitivity to identify,
Their total lack of mental competence.
There's great honor given to those who step aside.
Especially when the mind decays.
There has been an absence of mental competence.
Maybe we are living in a resurgence of it.
And perhaps progress will soon begin to move forward,
Again...
Since greed had it stagnated for many many years!
'Retarding' everything in its path.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Diminish The Act Of Reason And Common Sense
Every tactic today is being used,
To diminish the act of reason, truth and competence.
With undeniable mental abuse.
Every thought process to enlighten those unconscious,
Seems to be finding a way to criticized those seeking light.
By a keeping of their ignorant lives thriving and entertained,
On ensuring the ones with a thought process are belittled.
And this should be a goal by all maintained.
With a laughing at those who have chosen to do things correctly.
And...
If education had been a priority as it is today professed,
Why has there been a rush to market...
The temptation of decadence and with such effectiveness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Having Experienced Life And Obstacles
Wouldn't it be great to erase each moment,
We lived in the doing of making conscious mistakes!
Wouldn't it be great to erase those things said offensively,
With the intention to hurt...
Someone's feelings and create heartbreak.
Wouldn't it be great to have the taste of cake,
When so desired?
However...
For those who wish this,
With their faces replaced as quickly as a grasping of a mask,
To pursue the doing of those tasks.
Those wishes dished as if magic...
Along with someone erasing pain from their memories,
Can be likened to observing a turtle removing its shell,
To Sun bathe on a beach and restricted for exclusive use.
Many will soon learn how living in this existence works!
In 'this' life lived here on Earth!
Doing unto others first,
Has its consequences!
And there is nothing like the presence of clarity.
Even with eyes closed,
Can be felt and seen.
To live each day respecting,
And being empathetic towards others...
Restricted from being given equal opportunities to express themselves.
Or coming to their aid with assistance to lend an ear to listen,
Is not a position of weakness.
And...
Will come to affect those who believe they sit on higher pedestals.
Having experienced life and obstacles to overcome one's troubles,
Alone...
Stengthens!
Broadens the mind!
And heals wounds of all kinds.
Patience is awarded to those who grit their teeth.
And a faith kept in self reflection knowing it is best to respect others,
Has a way of gaining the attention from The Master.
The One and Only Most Divine...
With a returning of that,
Which had been enforced to ride on innocent backs...
Unneccesarily!
To suddenly have a burden placed,
Upon those who believe this life afford them exits to escape...
Unscathed.
A suffering comes to them to be done.
And it will not be complimented,
With the serving of hors d'œuvres!
Or valet service awaiting on call.
Not for those in the business of initiating conflict.
There is a shifting of a consciousness that comes.
There is a shifting of injustices to be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taking Backward Moves To Make Excuses
There is no hidden desire I have,
To know what it is you think.
Or had thought!
Or the process used by you,
To generate comprehension.
I am not in doubt nor do I have questions.
However,
I will mention this for updating purposes...
Your beliefs,
Are clearly observed.
With your thoughts about yourself,
And environment not kept secret.
They surround you exposed like a bad habit.
And I know the difficulty of confronting issues,
After years of dealing with denial and addictions.
And being baited to debate the obvious,
With you or anyone else...
Would not do justice,
To a consciousness I've earned while yearning.
I've already learned the expense of my own ignorance.
Why should I reminisce in a wallowing away in visit with you?
To who's benefit would that foolishness prove?
And...
That is not a request for a response from you.
I think you perceive me as vulnerable!
I have chosen to move forward.
Taking backward moves to make excuses,
Are not, is not and will not be...
On my agenda!
To prove I can make mistakes...?
I've done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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