What Can Anyone Say To Unlock The Gates
What can anyone say,
To someone seeking friends to play with...
In a playground repaved.
And the bulk of it,
Has been regarded old.
And chained by locks that rust.
When everything outside of this locked box,
Has been entrusted to others to discuss.
What can anyone say,
Who is determined to see and live life...
That shows effects of decay.
Without using the same depictions,
That would offend a mind fixed.
Selfishly picking that which to experience.
What can anyone say to unlock the gates,
Of one's insight that betrays.
Without appearing to be all knowing.
Or too mature to have obtained,
A knowledge that processes with an aging gained.
And puts a mind retreating from this,
In a defensive mode.
One that has prevented attempts to allow aging to unfold.
What can anyone say...
To anyone accepting to live,
A life one fears to live another way.
And yet,
Can express with accusations...
There are those who refuse to listen them.
To have patience that can be evaluated...
As having empathy or a sensitivity one wishes and is preferred.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aging Excuse Making Children
Difficult and with stress it is,
To be an adult.
And live in an environment surrounded,
By old and aging excuse making children.
Difficult to know it is who is being responsible,
And who to hold accountable...
For the raising of disrespectful kids,
Found totally without initiative or discipline.
It is so hard to maintain one's patience,
And make attempts to explain...
Even to those who appear to have brains,
What the benefit of staying motivated is.
And if one should expose to show concern,
With sincere understanding and comprehension...
One has learned from experience,
This is interpreted as trying to be better than the others.
And eventually...
The one who has grown to be that mature adult leaves,
To keep a nurtured peace of mind...
And those perceptions aging children keep to believe,
Alone for them to condone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Midst Of The Doing
What I have managed to accomplish,
With a focus on attempts to pursue...
Has not been without sacrifice or effort,
And a fixed determination to prove...
My life live and the experience of living,
Means more than approval to me someone gives.
I am here to live life.
And adventure possibilities to either create,
Or accept as is.
And those who sit seeking acceptance,
Are usually the ones wasting time to complain.
While conducting campaigns to gain sympathy.
With a hope empathy is there to share in abundance.
People like this are often limited.
And grieving with excuses to make them sound legitimate.
I am not immuned from making mistakes.
And as long as I live there will be more I will make.
But...
It will be in the midst of the doing done.
And not in the faking...
To allow to be dismissed,
The seriousness of my wishes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was There Myself
I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.
I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.
My tolerance you accept,
As an approval of your nonsense.
I am just more patient.
And have more than you will ever know.
My willingness to listen,
To your petty conversations...
Is a hope you will comprehend,
Just how small you make that world you live in.
My suggestions that you live and let live,
With a letting go...
Comes from experience.
Not because I believe there is so much I know.
Your mind is limited and fixed in stubbornness.
Then to me you complain,
About your attempts to convince...
With an acknowledgement foreign to common sense.
And to learn one has to listen.
But your issues and insecurities,
Are excuses you use as a defense.
I was there myself!
That is why you are so obvious.
I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.
I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live
Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
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We live in!
We live in!
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Adventures Meant
I do my best to listen,
To the wind...
During the change of each season.
Each one I witness that begins.
I make attempts,
To express my appreciation.
With an acknowledgement that each day,
I am blessed to experience...
A life to live that captures adventures meant.
I am grateful to have insight,
That allows me to delight.
And not sit to spite,
Or compare my neighbor's gifts with wishes.
I do my best to cleanse,
When I feel the rain upon my skin.
With the hope that I am closer than ever,
To all that connects me...
To 'this' creation made that is neverending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maturing to Grow
Maturing to grow,
Upsets those getting old.
And this some show.
Hoping an aging slows.
As they regret,
Seeing those mature...
With an aging that shows.
While those who grow old to mature,
Are not upset by this process at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I See My Friends Aging
I see my friends aging
Slower in all they do-
The wrinkles and the hesitations before not remembering,
The difficulties in things done so easily once-
I see my friends aging
Sicker and sadder
Their eyes in some strange distance-
Some of them courageous
With plans and trips and grandchildren,
Endlessly going and doing
And being the best they can-
I see my friends aging
And wonder how long I too can pretend
Its still alright-
At this time of life
Time is cruel
And we are going only one way-
I see my friends aging
And I will soon if I am still here
Walker cane wheelchair
Be ancient too.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Live Your Life Be Free
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open up your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
I see you walking with her
I see you all around
But you don't seem very happy now
You seem very down
I know you feel an obligation
To her emotional state of mind
This is the time in your life baby
When you should be having a good time
And if you want me I'll be there
To run my fingers through your hair
And if you need me its alright
Come on over baby, and see me tonight
You got to
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
You know that I'll be waiting
You know my heart is true
I will be your everything
And give everything to you
So if you want me baby I know
Don't have to knock knock down my doors
Her heart was meant to be broken that day
You got a lot of love to live
So why dont you
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
And when you free your mind
You will leave your past behind
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Less Involved In It
If you lived your life right,
Doing something on a daily basis...
You cared to do and liked.
Would I be the one still privy to your complaints?
Would you find more or less excuses,
To proclaim what I am not.
With accusations of what I ain't?
If you lived 'your' life right,
Would you be more inclined...
To restrain your draining,
Of any happiness others find!
Or will you discover,
Your mind has been confined?
And if you did live your life right...
Would you noticed what others did,
From morning until noon.
With your eyes fixed on their nights?
Or would you be too busy,
In the enjoyment shared with friends?
Giving and receiving,
That which you have yet to get...
To lend to blend in!
Because that life you 'say' you live,
Has you less involved in it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By Choice
Whether or not I am eligible,
To live a life I see fit...
Under my fixed,
And budgeted circumstances...
Should not offend your sensibilities.
Especially 'if' I choose to ignore your opioniated comments,
Completely.
If nothing else,
There 'is' one thing I've earned...
With a learning that is essential.
And that's an ability to remove you from my consciousness,
At 'will'.
And out of my sight,
By choice.
With the greatest of ease.
Aging is a remarkable process, indeed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Others Who Fake It
Needing less attention.
And confessing human sins.
This aging phase,
Finds many who have made it...
At such a rewarding,
Appreciative stage.
Feeling grateful to have life!
And understanding more,
Of this 'gift' that life is.
Seeing things for what they are...
And not for what they are not.
Finding it so trivial now...
To hold onto pettiness held,
To become glad and light hearted...
Knowing that 'stuff'
Has long been dropped.
I feel where I am now,
Should be the beginning.
And not near the end that comes.
Accepting reality for what it is for me.
And realizing with a maturity,
That's how life should be lived...
By each and everyone!
And that makes a happier life to live.
Knowing I am here,
To leave others who fake it...
Or however it is taken,
For their own sakes...
And making it on their own,
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Witnessing As I Live
I have never before been given the opportunity,
To rehearse the process of aging.
Some would have others believe,
They are gifted with the expertise.
And already know what it is like.
I don't.
I am witnessing as I live my life...
With a wisdom I have never known.
And mysterious aches I feel in my bones,
As if done to remind me...
'Something' seeks attention and wishes it shown.
I have never before been given the opportunity,
To rehearse the process of aging.
But I must admit,
The process is interesting.
Although...
Being around those who announce their pains,
Is more aggravating than anything else.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy To Know, Difficult To Practice!
We are nothing,
It is truth of Truth that
We are nothing, when compared to infinite wisdom around,
Infinite mass, infinite energy, infinite phenomena, infinite number of infinite knowledge on infinite topics around,
we were that puppets play on the stage,
Are we puppets and helpless, lifeless puppets?
No we are living puppets!
Puppets in the hands of destiny,
Is it true?
Nay, we are puppets in hands of our own desires and deeds,
Our own brilliance and folly!
If man's soul is in nature,
then he has to protect it from danger,
But a mind polluted by careless and reckless ego,
How can he keep environment clean?
If trees are cut recklessly, man will build his own cross!
If man's soul is in nature he has to conserve it,
Mountains and trees are his soul that bring the rain and abundance of life!
Harvest that, what one sow,
Cause and affect that follow,
one who think he is deep, somewhere he is shallow,
Somehow time will prove where he is hollow!
Knowing that he is nothing,
the baseless ego,
Useless he exist as a worm,
Sometimes as helpless as chained dog we lament,
As baseless as moving shadow,
One is free to act, but not free from effects,
So let us use this Freewill to know ourselves and live upto that,
Knowing oneself is easy and effortless,
But live accordingly is difficult,
Let us first eat for our life and not live to eat!
Let us become carefull in action,
Cautious, yet casual steps,
Save us from fall,
save us all,
with our green friends,
we live long!
Nothing is not that nothing,
but is Everything!
we learn to live as we are,
Without desires or expectation,
Not in the memory of past,
Not in anticipation of unborn future,
Let us live as if we are angels,
Lord of the universe dwell in us,
We live and work for him,
Knowing our nonexistent ego,
Get to the base of truth,
Let us be gods existing,
Representative of Almighty God,
Serene, kind, ever loving,
Honest and punctual,
Knowing our duties, performing well,
Rightfully exercising our right and might!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Fixed To Fit Mode
I've never said anything to you,
I did not mean.
My record for being direct,
Should not in your mind be questioned.
But often it is.
You are prepared to be defensive.
And if I chose to be more basic,
You would believe I intend to offend.
It is just in the way you wish to hear my words.
You are seeking a definition to satisfy...
What you believe is my intent.
With alternative meanings.
Instead of comprehending,
With active listening skills...
What to you I am saying.
But...
Reacting to assumptions,
Is the basis of our lack of communication.
And your willingness to stay on fixed to fit mode.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come To Me
Do you want to be like me?
Tell me do you want to be?
Do you want to see the things
The way I want you to see?
Do you want to be lonely?
Lonely & alone like me
Navigate in the sorrow of blank sea
Come and taste my destiny
Do you want to feel the life?
The way I feel
Do you want to face the matters
The way each day I deal
Everyone has his own life
Own way of living
Different perception towards life
We are all different human beings
But do you want to live my life?
Live it for a single day
Share my views & share my sight
Then express your say
Do you want to get in to my soul?
Live the life for me
Do you want to make a new story unfold
Have faith & touch the honesty
This will be a strange experience for you
Believe me it's true
Awesome, amazing and something new
And you'll know what I am going through!
poem by Sourav RCY
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Falling
Im falling...
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Among the things that you left behind
A picture painted by our dreams
So now Im none, I become unreal
The world is closing in on me
Ga ga ga ga
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life (dont want me)
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life
Gotta learn, gotta learn to live
Without your love in my life (dont want me)
Gotta learn how to survive
We just got to learn how to forgive
You decide if I will die or live
cause I am falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Im falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Those days and nights, they went flying by
And still my love is wider than the sky
Picking em, picking em, picking em, pickin em
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love (dont want me)
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love
Picking up, picking up the bits
And the pieces of our love (dont want me)
Picking up bits of our love
We just got to learn how to survive
You decide if I will live or die
cause I am falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Im falling
Im falling to pieces inside my mind
Without you
Falling...
Falling
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Live as if this is all there is
Live your life with purpose,
Walk to the edge of universe.
Shout at the top of your voice,
Listen to the echo.
Listen hard, Listen carefully,
Listen your instinct and intuition.
Practise what you know,
Practise wellness and healthy lifestyle.
Play with abandon,
Laugh and smile always.
Identify your choices,
Identify your opportunities,
Choose with no regret.
Continue to learn,
Continue to improve,
Continue to live happily ever after.
Enjoy your life now, not tomorrow.
Stay alert, stay awake,
Enjoy what you have now.
Appreciate your friends and relatives,
Do what you love.
Do what you please yourself.
Live a complete and satisfy life,
Live your life as there is no tomorrow.
Value your life,
Live as if this is all there is.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Proud To Exist To Witness Possibilities
I am glad I represent a generation aging.
With an acceptance to reminisce and reflect,
Upon the times I have been blessed to remember.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer.
Although I will admit,
A loneliness when so many are dismissing...
There are phases of life that should be natural.
And understood with observations undenied.
And moving forward instead of backwards.
Or remaining down to earth unchanged.
As many aging with their delusions intact,
Would like to claim with a sameness of sanity.
But isn't that what stagnation is?
A stubbornness that is fixed in place.
With ways that begin to collect ignored dust.
And being stagnant and stale, unchanged...
Is something I don't consider fresh or impressive.
Or sparkles as if proud to exist to witness possibilities.
Not if one is to grow and experience what life is.
Or come to realize this adventure isn't here to last forever.
I am glad I represent a generation aging,
With an acceptance.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer,
As a life I have learned to live...
To appreciate, explore and not take for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Songs To Aging Children Come
Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine
In a tea leaf trance or under
Orders from the king and queen
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
People hurry by so quickly
Dont they hear the melodies
In the chiming and the clicking
And the laughing harmonies
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Some come dark and strange like dying
Crows and ravens whistling
Lines of weeping, strings of crying
So much said in listening
Songs to aging children come
Aging children, I am one
Does the moon play only silver
When it strums the galaxy
Dying roses will they will their
Perfumed rhapsodies to me
Songs to aging children came
This is one
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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