Wherever That 'Overthereness' May Be
Pray on knees for their answers to come.
And when they eventually arrive,
They become offended and wish to hide.
And in large numbers are many people like this.
On their knees...
Seeking.
Begged to have honesty and truth told to them.
And when spouses, family members and friends,
Give it to them without restrictions...
Feelings are hurt.
And all communication between them ends!
A pouting begins as if they are little children.
And those who have lived through this experience,
Do not hesitate at all to sever themselves quick...
From any hint of conflict reeking from immaturity.
And often very cordial,
Are those who have lived through this experience.
And less involved in others' affairs.
With a protectiveness of their happiness.
And at a distance to keep it as it is.
Acknowledging nothing is going to hinder,
What is theirs that has been earned.
With a keeping of others away and over...'there'!
Wherever that 'overthereness' may be!
With a determination to protect a peace received.
And not to get what they've got nitpicked.
'You stay right where you are.
And keep that 'overthereness' to yourself.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For You This Also Was True
If an experience obtained,
From a life lived free of restrictions...
Found to conflict with those who have none.
Or seem to appear to be limited.
What is the point being made,
By remaining in an argument with someone...
Who will insist what exists,
They have yet to experience...
Needs their validation with a thorough examination,
To be accepted before it is made known.
Know this!
Since for you this also was true!
So what is the best thing to do?
Agree and walk away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Missing Of Escapes From Evil Dens
Once one graduates,
With an experience done...
From being in an evil den,
There is much to recognized with opened eyes.
When a survival from it has been earned and won.
The thought of being attacked,
By malicious backstabbing traps...
Ceases to produce feelings of warmth and gratitude.
One no longer is seduce by this.
Since those pinchers felt,
Snapped by crabs in a barrel...
Motivates with determination,
To climb out of this barrel and do it quick.
There is no missing of escapes from evil dens.
Nor is a broken arm received,
Falling out of a Maple Tree...
Remembered to relive the excruciating pain.
Once one graduates,
With an experience done...
From being in an evil den,
There is much to recognized with opened eyes.
When a survival from it has been earned and won.
There is no missing of escapes from evil dens.
Nor a heartbreak rejoiced,
From emotions battled to conquer over and win.
Since the showing with the exposure of them,
Would have meant a dire and detrimental existence.
The thought of being attacked,
By malicious backstabbing traps...
Ceases to produce feelings of warmth and gratitude.
Once one graduates,
With an experience done...
From being in an evil den.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trust
After all I been through with you
I lost
Trust
In people, my family, and myself
I feel so afraid
I can't tell people the truth about anything
I'm hiding in my shell for safety
There are good people you can
Trust
There are people you can't
Trust
People you hang with is who you can
Trust
There are other people not in your group you can't
You share secrets, replied on that person and won't backstab you is people you can
Trust
Eventually they do it without you knowing
Trust
I feel like deep in my heart I lost my
Trust
I hide everything and give simple answers that is not truth
To those people and the one I love
I can't even share what I really think to them
I have the
Trust
In myself to know better
After two days ago I realized I can trust people
I need to give them one more chance
I can be me still and be strong person
Trust
Is what I need to get back in guys too because
I want to date and see what happen
I'm not holding back
I just need to give guys chances
It's right to do and experience
I won't forget, or regret anymore, or cry about it
Trust
Is what I'm trying to get back and I be ok one day
I won't take guy I like for granted or people I like
Trust
poem by Christina Phan
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Gifts In Their Lives
People who tell it like it is,
To those fortunate with patience to listen.
Know they are blessed to have people like this,
As gifts...
In their lives.
And those who run and hide defying,
In complaints to others...
Criticize and despise what to them has been told.
With a crying to sigh on accustomed shoulders to hold.
Many one day will wish,
People who tell it like it is...
Would be more in numbers in their midst.
And had been given their respect.
Without a quickened dismissing them to exist.
'What has happened to those people,
Who were not afraid to speak the truth?
All we have around us now,
Are those deceiving with corruption to pursue.'
~That's not difficult to answer at all.
When was the last time you allowed your delusions,
To sit with a willingness to chat with truth? ~
'well...
I...er...'
~And while you search your mind for a response.
Who did you call to convince,
Your feelings were hurt deliberately?
And this was an intention that was meant.
That brought a pouting to your lips,
Eternally.~
'Well...
I didn't like what was said and how it was said to me.'
~But deceptions you've embraced as your close friends.
And I am sure you have been feeling a comfort you condone.
With a protective excusing wall of defense.~
'Well...
I...er,
You don't know me to say what it is I do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We All Come To Experience 'Our' Truths
We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
Or see as they sit to observe life pass by,
From a closed window and behind locked doors.
We all experience our own sorrows...
With burdens to bear and struggles to conquer.
And yet there will be some among the 'doubters'...
Who believe nothing happens to anyone but themselves.
And when they experience a pinch of pain to feel,
It becomes worthy of a news broadcast...
To appeal with the getting of attention on their griefs.
We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
And yet...
Highlighted are the most ridiculous afflictions,
Repeatedly for all to witness close up on TV sets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Truth Is Eventually Faced
When truth is eventually faced...
Why do some embrace it with reluctance?
Everyday people pray,
For answers to come their way.
And when those answers to them come,
They are the first to either hide or run.
When truth eventually to them is faced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Wishing Of Their Ickiness To Stick
Someone else's troubles aren't that easy to leave.
Especially the ones who come sharing them with ease.
And that one analytical chosing to keep politically correct,
By avoiding those who quickly leap...
On a peace they keep to be kept,
Seem to be directly chosen to be next...
For an elimination of patience.
And an effective tearing down of a peace wished to protect.
There seems always an excuse made,
To dump disrespect...
On those who have earned their peace to keep.
And a happiness one has been blessed to have met.
Even friends, foes and those people that don't know,
Seem to do this in a heartbeat.
With no regard as they break down the walls,
Of that which one guards...
When knowing not to answer certain telephone calls.
People know just who to pest...
With a pestering done to another's quietness.
There seems always an excuse made,
To dump disrespect...
On those who have earned their peace to keep.
And with a wishing of their ickiness to stick has been done,
Those folks don't seem to stay too long after!
They seem to do their icky sticking doing quick,
To then get up and run!
This they do with a dumping done.
People seem to do their icky sticking doing quick.
Then after their performance made...
Without apology,
They get up and run...
As if to gloat with pride by the act of doing it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes A Celebration
It takes a celebration,
Everyday!
After one graduates,
With a determination to appreciate...
The value of a life lived.
With an erasing done of fear,
That separates an acknowledgement...
When a giving to take,
Does not mean heartbreak is a pre-requisite...
To usher one over the threshold to experience happiness.
Experiencing and going through circumstances,
With chances...
Sometimes may produce mistakes,
That awakens comprehension.
And understanding somehow clicks,
Without it being mentioned.
It takes a celebration,
Everyday!
After one graduates,
With a determination to appreciate...
The value of a life lived.
And this activity comes...
With no time to sit.
As if to nourish...
The flourishing of wisdom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Times
There were many times... and
I lived there...
There were many times, that I could not believe...
That such violence... and such abuse's... ever exisited...
But never-the-less... they were my times...
There were many...many times... And I lived them all
So this is my time of acknowledgement
And yes there were many times...
That, I wished those other times...had never exisited
And there were many times...that experience would whisper
and shout...
That the time would come...that these things would be
witnessed
And so this is one of those times...
I tell my family that I do not enjoy...
The times of these denile arguments...
Nor the time nor the necessity...of this conflict...
That those time's had created...
Yet that was the times...in which I lived...
And that I was raised for...
OH... I do not fight that it existed
Nor do I fight that time...
But today I can honestly say
That those times, awakend with-in me away...
That those times prepared me for a way to resist it...
To change it...
To survive it...
To abandon it...
And so here today I take time...
To ponder... to give thanks...
For such a magnificent gift... a majestic blessing like this...
Could never have been had..
Had I not lived in those times....
So to whom ever read this, to whom ever wants to
Improve with love those moments,
Don't let them pass you by
Love while the sun is radaint
For time and life does draw nigh
We cannot bid sunshine
To lenghten out our days
Nor can we ask age-ing time
To ever stay away
Let love guide your actions
And remember be honest to your heart
And then Love...will always be with you
And then love will allways help im-part
So improve every love moment
In this your family may secure
For love brings happiness
So rich and joys so pure
Let love guide your actions
And remember
Be honest to your heart
For love is always with you
And it stops the tears
Even inside a broken heart................
So I say help that man
Your friends, a sister, a brother..
It matters only what's in your heart...
It matters only the strings of love
Play them on your harp
For love will bind every a broken heart...
poem by Clyde Bryson
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Down On My Knees
Sometimes you wonder
How much I care
I get so distracted running nowhere
And I take for granted
Our love is secure
But if I started losing you
One thing is sure
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
I learned to be strong
A long time ago
And I can face any wind no matter how hard it blows
But Id have to be stronger than I want to be
If I had to live without you loving me
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
No one matters more in my life
Makes me feel like you make me feel inside
Ive come far enough to know loves
Worth never letting go of
And love is not a matter of pride
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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When Something Said Might Make Sense
Two things I have learned not to do!
Give an opinion even if asked.
Or express my beliefs,
To family members who have not a clue...
What it is I do, when it gets done.
Or can connect an aging process,
With experience.
At least,
Not as being factors to one's maturity and wisdom.
I've learned,
Whether relatives or not or just friends...
People become easily offended,
When something said might make sense.
And has credibility!
Especially in times,
When many minds are on prolonged vacations.
And some are stuck in Summer.
Without a Spring, Fall or Winter to recall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Have Done This To Themselves
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms'.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve.
People have done this to themselves.
Not to treasure one's integrity,
Is a sign an identity is lost.
And nothing is valued but delusion.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
I miss sincerity.
And my friends and family members,
That shared theirs with me...
Who have moved on to other 'realms' of 'this' experience.
I miss sincerity.
Too many today are so dishonest.
When someone opens their mouth,
My first reaction is to disbelieve,
Not one word but every word said.
People have done this to themselves.
To express disrespect and receive it,
As if expected...
Is a quality of life lived not uplifted but diminished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilt Ridden With Temptations
If I was to choose to love a man.
And a woman does the same with another...
There is not a law,
Whether it was passed or not...
That could keep us from each other.
IF this was a mutual decision.
The emphasis made on homosexuality,
Or if one chooses to live a lesbian life...
No matter how 'straight' public impressions,
On those heterosexual...
Determined to keep their outlook as 'right',
Will not change a decided preference.
Today,
People are seeking those to match their happiness.
And those seeking to roleplay to mask with impressions,
Are most likely confessiing to someone, somewhere...
They have become guilt ridden with temptations and sin.
While sneaking around to 'downlow' on their spouses.
'I 'heard' you were involved in homosexual activities.'
Oh?
And...
How was 'your' experience?
I'm sure it wasn't gossiped.
You don't seem to have the look of one curious.
And I am not one you can hunt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gas Panic!
What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide
That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Then you get on your knees and you better pray
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
song performed by by Oasis from Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants
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As If I Didn't Know
I had a 'crusader' of a certain faith,
Say to me one day.
I needed to pray to find my savior.
And I did not give a quick response.
Since with some people,
They will go on and on with that which they 'believe'.
Because some people like these,
Will not accept.
If it was not for a faith known and kept,
Those obstacles shown and met to eliminate.
Would not have strengthened my steps to walk away,
Giving the utmost respect to leave.
To those who assume,
My happiness was received without first crawling.
On hands and bleeding knees!
As if I did not know,
From where my blessings flow.
And not a judgement from observations do I pass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Wishes And Wants
As radiant and witnessed,
Is the living of life given...
Many are not perceiving this gift,
Their special blessing to awake each day...
With a gratefulness at dawn.
To appreciate the experience.
And all that is connected going on.
And as radiant as each life is,
There are those on missions...
To diminish this brightness!
With wishes and wants,
To increase their selfish feeding.
'Get up and pray,
Each day!
Get up to pray...
Each day,
That is lived.
Get up and pray.
Get up..
And pray,
Each day...
That is lived.
Get up and pray!
Get up...
And pray! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When They Initiate A Tension
I had to sever my emotions,
From those I had considered 'friends'.
You know...
The ones that want to dump their stress,
On another friend's shoulders.
While a dumping done to them...
They feel a right to publicly address.
And those 'so-called' friends...
Who express to others,
Your friendship to them has been their best...
Are relunctant to express truth as it is,
When they initiate a tension not to mention...
They believe others should accept not reject.
Well...
After going through undue duress,
A decision was made to guard my peace.
And my rest.
With no regrets at all.
Acknowledging I am grateful and blessed to not be stressed.
My purpose is not to be leeched for attention.
Unless that leeching is of mutual consent.
And a sincerity that is deeply given,
Is a sincerity felt and deeply meant!
I have had the experience of being conscious,
For much too long to know when something's wrong.
'You know I could never be like that! '
Now say that again.
But this time give me eye contact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If An Honesty Is Given
I am not one to hide emotions,
To have them spared.
I am a human being and I want that known,
With feelings 'here' and 'there' to be shown...
And shared with others who also care.
Those afraid to express themselves,
To keep hidden those sentiments to protect.
Do themselves much injustice,
When 'they' expect...
Others to understand what they can not confess.
What point is it to keep feelings deep,
To have others guessing...
What is below the surface kept.
While those denials one accepts...
Are secretly peeking from such inner depths.
What point is it to wish for honesty,
If one has not taken those steps to believe...
If an honesty is given,
Shouldn't that one who has given it...
Have expectations for honesty to be received?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thanksgiving Is Here
Thanksgiving is here
Have good cheer
Be with family and friends
Give a kiss or two
Tell someone you love them
Get on your knees and pray
Thank God for what you have
Don't worry about what you don't have
Thansgiving is here
Lend a hand
Bring joy and peace
Think of all the things
That God has done
Give to the poor
Give a smile and hug
Someone needs you today
Say thank you and please
poem by Angel Plant
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