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Whether Or Not The Deed Witnessed Is Meant

If there is anything one will recognize,
Once they have made up their mind...
With a sacrificing devoted and done to succeed.
There will be those not understanding this drive...
Thriving to accomplish with a yearning inside.
And energized as a bright independent light,
Felt by that one who 'sees'.
With a doing that satisfies one's craving and appetite.

And more opposing will come forward to express,
Their discouragement to depress one with disrespect.
Whether or not the deed witnessed is meant.
To test for the rest of one's life...
When that path one is on feels perfectly right.
And if one can continue through a host of obstacles,
Thrown to discourage until tears flow...
What becomes achieved will more than please the doer

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On A Path One Has Cleared Of Thorns

Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.

Obstacles impossible seem to pop from everywhere.
To test emotions and one's endurance.
And anyone who has ever faced opposition knows...
Friends can become unconsious foes sometimes.
And those thought to be foes...
Eventually become those who are the most close.

One truly doesn't know who 'is' or who isn't...
Until it is recognized,
The one who has lived a life dedicated...
Being who they are from the beginning,
Becomes more appreciated by those...
Who acknowledge a life lived devoted,
Is not a bed of roses...
On a path one has cleared of thorns.

Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
On a path one has cleared of thorns.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing That Is Desired Is A Given

If you want to know more,
About what it is like to experience life.
Ignore everything you've heard about it.
And on your own,
Explore.

And if on your journey,
Your path has upon it obstacles you fear...
Choose first to understand why they are there.
Stay determined, be persistent.
And time will not be a factor...
As those obstacles you witnessed from you disappear.

However...
You will also welcome the sweating it takes to get it done.
And the joy comes in the knowing that you did it!
Stay determined, be persistent.
And with that fixed in your mind you will know,
Nothing that is desired is a given without sacrificing.
And your life,
With that in perspective...
Will be abundantly filled with experiences.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Time To Expose Old Wounds

Not impressed am I by those,
Who drag wherever they go...
Their exasperated aspirations.
As if an experience they have initiated,
Requires an announcement...
With attention meant to receive and get.

Where are those who chose their paths to take,
With the understanding this is the choice they make.
And who and what is being influenced,
By listening to every complaint and heartache.
Those moving forward have no time to expose old wounds.
Or express their agitations to create an atmosphere of gloom.

I use to believe those who succeeded were lucky in life.
But more and more I comprehend,
Anyone wishing to achieve...
Do it while sacrificing and with much discipline that ignites.
And doing it alone on their own as it is meant to be.
Away from those who gripe and whine in moans that drone,
Constantly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Necropolis

Through the jungle by the river Styx
I've journed long and far this day
Lurking shadows in the parapets
Will never make me turn away
Darkened city veiled in crimson mist
Entombed in time without decay
Never thought it would be like this
It feels like I'm living inside a dream
But my mind tells me I'm

Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis

Now I know what it's like to be
Inside the city of the dead
All I think of is breaking free
>From all the spells chained to my head
Sword and axe are my destiny
I watch the stars turning blood red
There is light yes I've got to believe
For this feels like living inside a dream
I know now that I am

Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis

I have seen your cities burning
I have felt your daughters yearning
For the peace before the tides of war
I have witnessed funeral pyres
Burning bright with man's desire
I will fight the demon horde forever more

The world is full of mysteries
That men have never seen before
Magik lives in all dynasties
The light of love shines ever more
In the crypt of Atlantean Kings
I found what I was looking for
Magik Trident of Volusia's Sea
I know it's like living inside a dream
But don't you ever get

Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis
Lost in Necropolis, lost in Necropolis

poem by Greg Dills
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Not a Bourgy Doer

I use to have issues with being emotionally needy.
Feeling I had to achieve to appease and please.
While experiencing a sense of abandonment...
And no one cared what was happening inside of me.

I use to be moody with a quick lip and attitude.
I knew as a child I had responsibilities.
And those children I knew had none or few.

As I grew older and more rebellious in mind,
I became more independent and less forgiving...
Of those who had direction in their lives of some kind.

Although I am no longer there where I had been...
Emotionally I remain protective,
And free to speak without a need to be touched.

'Too bourgy and aloof,
Using that as an excuse to feed.'

Who me?

'Yes you!
Just too bourgy and aloof,
Out to prove that you can do and succeed.'

Not me...
I'm not a bourgy doer.

'But you're bourgy and aloof,
Using that as an excuse to feed.'

Who me?

'Yes you!
You're out to prove.
You're bourgy and aloof.
Out to prove that you can do and succeed.'

Not me...
I'm not a bourgy doer.
Or out to prove a thing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spirit Guides

Thank you 'Spirit Guides'
For clearing my path of unwanted obstacles.
And providing my life,
With the correct insight...
To motivate and inspire dreams,
Desired to fulfill and complete...
My appetite for life.

No longer have I chosen,
To walk on paths unguided alone.
Or to stubbornly resist assistance.
Since my needs for you here,
I now know is plainly shown.

Thank you 'Spirit Guides'
For clearing my path of unwanted obstacles.
And providing my life,
With the correct insight...
To motivate and inspire dreams,
Desired to fulfill and complete...
My appetite for life.

No longer have I chosen,
To walk on paths unguided alone.
Or to stubbornly resist assistance.
Since my needs for you here,
I now know is plainly shown.

And as my daily affirmation,
I acknowledge my destination...
With you near,
Has brighter light.
In my mind your presence has been cleared.
No struggles do I endear,
With you here.
With you near.

Spirit Guides assigned to my life...
My eyesight 'sees',
But does not invite nor is chased by fear.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unaffected By Personal Critique

To do that which one seeks done,
Often has nothing to do with receiving attention.
And...
The attention given to what one does,
May be the result of the deed.
And only the deed.
Not the doings of the doer to keep an ego pleased.

Confusing those who critique the doer...
As those deeds of the doer increases in value.
Leaving those who critique,
Confused and misunderstanding...
Why the doer continues to beem and dance,
Unaffected...
By personal critique.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing What It Has Taken

Knowing what it has taken,
To make those forward steps made...
Gives me the satisfaction,
Of not having my movements distracted...
By every ache and pain I felt.
To discourage with a listening,
Of those who said...
What it was I should and could not do.
And...
Knowing what it has taken,
To ignore limitations and choose to move...
With my eyes open,
And overlooking all mental and physical...
Obstacles.
Has proven to me,
It is with a doing done with excuses to overcome.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'd Like My Pockets To Be As Full

My days and nights,
And appetite to live my life right...
Is a quest sometimes,
That leaves me unrested.
I wish to share and seek happiness.
Not to reminisce those obstacles I've dismissed.

So many today seem dismayed.
Stuck in ruts they replay everyday.
And offering nothing but despair to express.
I understand those difficulties...
Especially the ones that come to test!

But I've discovered it was best for me,
To see my cup half filled.
I've discovered it was best for me,
Not to dramatize my ills.
Or over burden others with them,
In an overkill.

Today we all can say,
We've made mistakes and had heartbreaks.
Today we all can come to agree...
We are disappointed with 'something'
Connected to the economy!

I'd like my pockets to be as full,
As that cup I imagine filled with gold.
And I pull it.
Glad to drag it behind me!

My days and nights,
And appetite to live my life right...
Is a quest sometimes,
That leaves me unrested.
I wish to share and seek happiness.
Not to reminisce those obstacles I've dismissed.
Or bore anyone with the repetition of it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Basking In Your Glory

Memories beautiful haunt my every appetite I quiver
Yet so misty colored to the tracks of ones own tears
Shallow pictures painted on fainted walls of melancholy days of raptures sweet
Essence yet so bitter taste of fulfillment yet obtained once on distant shores I crave
Lonelier days spent nights clutching my pillow tight yearning for the heat that ignites passion's flair
Thoughts dancing in shadowy places dwelling on such curves you possess
Dreaming of moments together forever I cannot slumber
Like dandelions floating on air in the breeze sets my mind at ease
Yearning, craving, wanting your touch that chills to the depth of my soul
I cry out in desperation for tenderly I sway to the music that wont satisfies my desires
Only for that one moment savored carries me away to paradise longing
Expressive verses causes membranes to thirst with utter indulgences
Absence of barriers no longer define where you begin and I end
Melting into oneness the flames engulfs as penetration of sovereign canyons calling
Sweat runs down nether rejoins comforted by tongues entwined
Buildup aspirations released in an eruption while toes curled violently
To lay down finally achieved at rest while in your arms peace sought now found at last
Precious heaven for that one instant consumed basking in your glory I pray

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Shine On

The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
He meant for it to shine
The darkest night can be made light
By one bright word or smile
If wed put on our neighbors shoes
And choose to walk a mile
God gave us all our own free will
To choose the paths we take
No greater deed could eer be done
Than for anothers sake
The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
He meant for it to shine
Shine on, shine on, for all to see
Gods light inside your soul
Shine on, shine on, let love flow free
Warm others in its glow
Shine on, shine on, shine on
So hide it not or it will fade
Shine on, shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on, shine on
The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
Shine on, shine on, shine on

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Loneliness Kills

Loneliness kills.
And many who have not yet died...
Are victims of lives,
Where appreciation does not reside inside!
These are the folks who believe they are owed.
Not all but some are selfishly controlled.

Loneliness kills.
And I've witnessed first hand...
Thoughts of suicide.
With feelings I had been a misfit.
Since in my environment...
Disrespect was shown.
And an ugliness to others,
Was commonly known.

But since I have accepted...
My growth and identity that has matured,
I began to compare pure ignorance...
To the smell of manure.
And I had to take my mind away!
From wishing things were not what I observed.
By realizing I had a purpose.
And my life was more than well deserved.
Or I would not be here energized upon this Earth!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've always found that anything worth achieving will always have obstacles in the way and you've got to have that drive and determination to overcome those obstacles on route to whatever it is that you want to accomplish.

quote by Chuck Norris
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It Takes a Test of Patience

It takes more than just eyes,
One must keep on a prize.
It takes a test of patience,
With a taste for discipline.
And a backbone stretched...
Until a suffering pain that begins,
Ends as a focus to provoke discouragement.

It takes a determination,
With self motivation one does not hide.
It takes a pride in what one does.
And energized by an identity,
One knows resides inside...
Undenied!

It takes more than just eyes,
One must keep on a prize.
It takes a test of patience,
With a taste for discipline.
And a backbone stretched...
Until a suffering pain that begins,
Ends as a focus to provoke discouragement.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Designation Do I Wish To Achieve

There is no designation,
Do I wish to achieve...
Upon arriving at my destination.
I compete with myself to succeed.
No awards am I seeking to uplift with a gloating.

There have been too many obstacles,
I had to fight with the gritting of my teeth.
And an ignoring of my own fears,
Aided by those who wanted to see me defeated...
With hopes to block every step I made,
To test the depth of my faith!
Only to deepen the depth of it,
With an awakening I could not fake...
Has long had my eyes wide open.

And the carrying of doubt whispering in my ears,
On a daily basis...
As I proceeded on a path cleared by my ambitions,
Rode on my back attached like a weave.
Unknowing my motivation.
Not designations or intuitions to provide incentive.
For whatever the reason,
I am not impressed by those sensations.

No! None of that!
And if any of this could be explained,
I'd be the first to do it.
To detail a strategy I kept secret to amuse.
I am not in self abuse to reveal wounds and bruises.
Nah!
I have had too many to come uninvited.

However...
It was initiative, discipline and sacrificing comforts,
That were the only tools I used.
Not amusement.
Especially when a coming close not to continue,
On my journey...
Had been too often within my reach to cease my need,
To get up on my feet and move to have that accomplished.
And 'if' I am deserving of an award for THAT?
So be it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Safe From Harm

All this time I spend in shadow
Hollow from my life’s decay
Always trying to reach outside
Hoping to grab onto a piece of light

Thrown into despair
Because you are never there
Never there to hold me in your arms
Feeling I disappear
‘cause no one sees me here
Here to keep me safe from harm

My tears so many times fall like rain
Flooding my wading pool of misery
Crawling on the floor hear me scream
A faceless voice no one ever sees

Thrown into despair
Because you are never there
Never there to hold me in your arms
Feeling I disappear
‘cause no one sees me here
Here to keep me safe from harm

Why must this tree of lies grow so
My tears have made my heart a stone
This load is weighing me down today
Why won’t you love this all away

Thrown into despair
Because you are never there
Never there to hold me in your arms
Feeling I disappear
‘cause no one sees me here
Here to keep me safe from harm

poem by Barbara Vanier
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Valley Of The Ghouls

Energized with a sacrifice,
To remain devoted to purpose...
And a disciplined life.
Is a lonely proposition...
For those walking on a path,
That breaks away from traditions.
And pre-conditions as if accepted missions.

Achieving with dignity and a motivation to fulfill...
At times can promote discouragement.
And attention from those mean spirited...
Out to kill goodwill!
And this they will...
As if skilled.

It is difficult to maintain in the valley of the ghouls.
Those who rush to confirm the dead through obituaries.
Those who nourish upon others' despair.
Those who delight in ruling over their blight!
As if this ignites their wicked moods with added fuel.

It is difficult to maintain in the valley of the ghouls.
Those rushing from repast to repast...
To sip and dine to leave.
These are the people holding their breaths...
With a more interest in death,
Than to living lives invested...
In a happiness to manifest.

It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.

When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death!

It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.

When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death.

Oh yes...
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.

When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part Of The Deal

Had I known being knocked about,
And publicly humiliated...
For choosing a path no one else walked upon,
Was going to be part of the deal...
Of keeping things real,
WITH commitment to reveal...
AND with a matched devotion?
Would I have made the same decision,
To endure sacrificing and criticisms?

Well...
It is much easier today to say 'yes' I would.
However,
If I knew now what I had to go through 'then'...
I would still be sitting somewhere procrastinating,
The depth of my wishing with a wanting...
For my dreams to come true!

I can only thank God...
My craving to taste was more than the obstacles,
In my face I had to eliminate.
Do you realize how difficult it is,
To keep your eyes focused with a looking ahead?
And not keep them moving from side to side?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer

Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Does what it takes,
To accomplish those deeds he needs
To satisfy.

Not one to resist,
Risky challenges that may exist.
Or will he run,
From those that persist with resistance.
He's Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'.
That he is.
And this is the life he has chosen to live!

Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Knows when to do that,
And not back track.
Enjoying the notion he does not slack.
Not him.
Dissect and remove,
If he has to correct.

He's Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'.
That he is.
And this is the life he has chosen to live!

Nothing stops him!
And if he has to crawl,
To get done what he does...
He will.
With skills!
And a sacrificial will he has to fulfill.

Mister 'Do-That-To-Get-Done-Doer'
Does what it is...
He has to do,
To do what it takes to get a job done right!
And that is the reason he has been called,
To lead!

Dedicated To:
President Barack H. Obama
United States

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking From Side To Side

Some take forward steps,
Just to impress.
With a looking from side to side.

Others take forward steps,
To accomplish and succeed...
What some believed they could not do.

And the ones who take forward steps,
To accomplish with the getting of something done...
Have set their sights on heights much higher.

While those who sought with a seeking to impress,
Have discovered they have set no other goals to address.
And exclaim to others they have become bored to death.

The lack of their motivation begins to shows.
Especially when their interests in just getting the attention...
Goes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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