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Wishing For a Window to Open

You want to sit,
Wishing for a window to open.
To provide a fresh breeze.
And you'd like for someone to do this for you...
As you continue to do as you please.

You rather have the Sun,
Rise on a schedule you condone.
While you confine yourself behind closed blinds...
Peeking to see,
If it is there prepared to be shown!

You want to be served a happiness,
Based on your terms...
And with a degree of sweetness.
You want what you want,
When you choose to want it!
But you will not lift a finger...
To remove the dust you trust,
Will keep intact an excused motivation to live!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Didn't You Welcome It To Visit?

When did you close the window?
When did you stop...
Finding the World too real to face?
When did you decide,
You would isolate yourself and hide?
When did you close the window?

When did your disgust...
Encrust a frown upon your smile?
It appears it has been there,
For quite a while.
What will it take,
To replace that with hope?
Don't close the door...
To sit alone and mope!

Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
It is easier than you think.
If you trust with faith and believe...
You don't need to wallow and weep.
You don't need to share that,
With others you might see who grieve.

Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!

Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
You can!
Didn't you welcome it to visit?
Has it not overstayed,
And made itself too comfortable?

Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
They too may have unwelcomed guests to rid!
Show them how that is done!
Do it now.
Today!

Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
No need to be hospitable,
To something or someone...
That can be stopped.
Whose prisoner are you anyway?
And why is your defeat so much needed?
And to whom is this feeding being pleasingly fed?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Midst Of Creating Conflict

Wishing for a past to return to relive,
Has to be those wishes made by the ones...
Doing a procrastinating done.
They did it then and still do now.

And there are many living,
Who believe they are owed to be served.
As if for no other reason they exist.
To live to criticized to bemoan their failures.

And the ones who go unnoticed,
With a sacrificing done to condone...
Take no one or anything for granted.
With a doing not to complain or it shown.

And...
Often those believing they are owed to be served,
Are in the midst of creating conflict...
Anywhere they are allowed to critique and whine.

With a finding of doing this as fulfilling their purpose.
As if to make their presence known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free To Deeply Breathe, Again

On my way to feeling lost and blue...
I remembered what you said,
About inviting dread.

And I found myself standing,
By a closed window.
Prepared to open it...
For a breath of fresh air.

And there with the air to flow,
I let go of my held grief.
And there with the air to flow,
I felt free to deeply breathe,
Again!

And on this day to you I say,
You are the reason I have chosen happiness.
You are the reason I gave myself to love again!
A love within me I thought I knew.
But it was kept inside of me...
Not allowing it to grow as I believed I grew!

On my way to feeling lost and blue...
I remembered what you said,
About inviting dread.

And I found myself standing,
By a closed window.
Prepared to open it...
For a breath of fresh air.
And as I stood there...
I felt free to deeply breathe,
Again!
To love and do it without fear,
Again!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Treasure Each Moment Given

Let go of your hold,
On sad yesterdays.
Treasure each moment,
Of today.
And know what was 'then'...
Can and will be a new 'now'.
To let begin and start.
Just open your heart...
And live!

Give and receive more happiness.
Release from your mind limits set.
And let all regrets,
You've collected to upset.
Remove them from your doorstep...
And live.

It's your life to like and not despair.
Wish to meet those who choose fresh air,
To breathe.
Believe you are there,
Free from rules to break!
Or dreams you can not make come true.
It's up to you...
To prove you can do it!

Give and receive more happiness.
Release from your mind limits set.
And let all regrets,
You've collected to upset.
Remove them from your doorstep...
And live.

Let go of your hold,
On sad yesterdays.
Treasure each moment,
Of today.
And know what was 'then'...
Can and will be a new 'now'.
To let begin and start.
Just open your heart...
And live!

Who better than you,
Would you pick or choose...
To 'star' as the one to play that part?
Treasure each moment given,
To live.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweetness

You want sweetness,
You say I have an ability to ooze?
You want sweetness available,
Anytime you choose?
You want sweetness,
Without any bitterness to taste?
I'm sorry I am not a magician at all.
A reality for you...
I can not pretend or fake!
I can't ignore the pain you caused...
Or sugarcoat you drove me to heartbreak!
I smile because I am over you.
And this happiness shown...
Is to prove to you
We are done! It's over!
We are absolutely through!
You have a nerve to come back,
Expecting a sweetness due!
You are sickened with ego...
And that is 'all' you prove!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Appreciation For The Highs And Lows

I did not invent motivation.
Nor was initiative,
Sitting in a variety store...
Wishing that it,
I would come along to pick.

And dedication with devotion,
Was not served to me on a silver platter.
No matter how long I sat wishing for dreams to exist.

Something inside of me arrived long ago.
A comprehension to understand...
Yearning without earning,
What I wanted was not going to be...
In stars that glowed.
And the wearing of fine clothes,
Was not prioritized as my objective.

With lessons taught and disappointments bestowed,
I learned that patience wasn't everything I need to know.
I needed to know the connection between hard work, sacrifice...
And arguments I've settled with discipline in stubborn fights,
Helped me open my eyes...
To the kind of world this is I am blessed to live in.
BLESSED.
Without those selfish expectations.

I did not invent motivation.
Nor was initiative,
Sitting in a variety store...
Wishing that it,
I would come along to pick.
No!
I learned to tie my own shoes,
Before I was able to walk.

And dedication with devotion,
Was not served to me on a silver platter.
No matter how long I sat wishing for dreams to exist.
And...
The clearing of weeds off my own path,
Began a process of adventure through hills and valleys...
With an appreciation for the highs and lows,
That never seem to end.
And 'if' that is my task to last...
Who's journey is this I've been given to enjoy?

And FREE.
At no charge to me.
But to live it as it is with a gratitude expressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blister

Kid, picked on, love, blinds him,
found, his own girlfriend.
Its all he could ask for.
He doesnt need,
his hands,
tied up,
to persuade, this kid,
Had got, it all, too good.
Bit, dust,
And, said I live for,
I live for you.
Trust, too much, this, is what, you,
get for this is just another lie,
just another liar.
He has his hands,
tied up,
to persuade, this kid,
had got, it all, too good.
Bit, dust,
and said, I live for.
I live for you.
Trust, bliss, date, faith, trust, hate, share it,
share it all with you.
I live for you

song performed by by Quicksand
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Upon a wishing star…

Upon a wishing star…
I wished for you.
Upon a wishing star,
I wish happiness to you.
Upon a wishing star
I wish to never see you sad
Upon a wishing star
I wished to see your smile…
Wishing and wishing, I closed my eyes.
Opening them I saw the falling star…
Falling from the black sky to
the open arms of the beautiful earth
Just like you would come to me.
That much I know…
Because my heart says so..
That our love is meant to be
And you would come to me…

poem by Kirti Iyer
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Learning to Live My Life

Does that apparatus,
Provide you with a sense of status?
Does the way someone dress,
Immediately impresses you...
To provide that 'image'
You may choose or refuse to select?
With a hope for a beginning,
Of a thirst that does not finish...
From its first taste.
Wishing it not to ever be quenched!

To discover this for you becomes a preferred routine...
Only to get bored with the same familiar scene?
Me too!

However...
I did awaken one day refusing to do,
The expected.
And rejecting to become accepted,
On someone else's terms!
Learning to live my life,
Free to be me.
And finding it cost effective...
With no approval to be earned!
Or emotions left to pamper,
When they've been scorched...
And wounded from a burn!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Their Own Terms

On their own terms,
People have a right to do and choose...
As they please.
This should not lead to an argument.

However...
When those terms and choices one chooses,
At the crossing over a threshold into someone's home...
Anyone believing they should be treated,
Based upon their own terms...
Should excuse themselves immediately.
Before they are asked to leave.
Thus making the keeping of their own terms,
An issue not needing to be debated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based Upon Your Terms

For years you interpreted the life you live,
Based upon your terms.
And living it regardless of who you had judged.
Or decided to pass that along,
With a flair and merriment!
Wanting others to join and sing in song!

But today...
They are the ones who just may be in need,
Of your sympathy!
Based upon your terms.
And...
You need not to prove to anyone,
What you have done!
You have won many battles.
And escaped deceiving traps.

But today...
The ones you fought the good fight,
Are themselves feeling betrayed.
And just might be needing...
Even a glimpse of your empathy,
You may dispense to acknowledge their grief.
Based upon your terms.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose To Fly

Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observe the Quality of Your Way of Life

A degree?
I think I have a couple,
Of those worthless things myself.
A man with a mind,
And a mission he can produce.
Needs to network his talents.
And not become seduced,
By pledging to fraternities.
To become induced by materialism.
Pursued by greed.
Like those in such selective groups do.
Those who now say,
They can do what they choose!

A degree only shows a conformity to rules.
By an approval stamped on a piece of paper.
Proving the one receiving it...
Is fit to be shown,
How to screw over others too!

Observe the quality of your way of life.
Who with a degree has made it right?
Who with a BA, MA and/or PHD...
Has shown they had sense enough,
To avoid mistakes made...
That has brought today's economy,
To the brink of a catastrophe!

Who with a degree,
Can insist they have common sense?
And if this debate leads into an argument...
Be prepared to defend yourself.
Since talking BS politics...
Those educated,
Do their best at it!

A degree?
I think I have a couple,
Of those worthless things myself.
A man with a mind,
And a mission he can produce.
Needs to network his talents.
And not become seduced...
By the wickedness of luxuries.
That has increased more crime.
With homelessness and hunger!
Hosted by a society...
Dieting on addictions of all kinds!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Express What It Is In Terms That Pleases

Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!

More are obsessed with deluded impressions.
Created for affect.
To keep a conformity in check!
No one is expecting truth,
To be for them today complex.

Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!

However it is done...
None will embrace it.
And the rawness of reality,
Will certainly stun!
These folks have been fantasized,
All of their lives!
The truth you reveal will not appeal.
In fact,
Be prepared to be 'boo-ed'.
Threatened and despised!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose to Live Life

IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.

It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.

Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.

Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.

Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.

Choose to live your life.

IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.

Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Voice

I do not wish anyone to be near my sadness—
Not even your dear step and your loved face,
Nor your indolent hand which caresses with a finger
The lazy ribbon and the closed book.

Leave me. Let my door today remain closed;
Do not open my window to the fresh wind of morning;
My heart today is miserable and sullen
And everything seems to me somber and everything seems vain.

My sadness comes from something further than myself;
It is strange to me and is not of me;
And every man, whether he sings or he laughs or he loves,
In his time hears that which speaks low to him,

And something then stirs and awakens,
Is perturbed, spreads and laments in him,
Because of this dull voice which says in his ear
That the flower of life in its fruit is ashes.

poem by Henri de Regnier
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How Wide The Sky

Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.

Come out and from behind,
Those fears locked up...
In your mind.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Come out and from behind,
Those fears locked up...
In your mind.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.

How wide the sky,
When your eyes see it!
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
How wide the sky,
When your eyes see it!
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.

Come out and from behind,
Those fears locked up...
In your mind.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
Stop peeking, open that door.
How wide the sky,
When your eyes see it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What You Do Not Expect....

you are on your
way to the tenth floor
go inside
the room and closed
the door
open the window
and get some fresh
air from
the sea
you sit on the
window sill
and the people
down the street
go panicky

you are whistling
a song
and all the while
they are praying
that you do not
jump
from that
high....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How to Escape From Crabs That Live In a Barrel

How to escape from crabs,
That live in a barrel?
Pretend you are trying to claw your way to the bottom.
Fast.
And being very impatient.
There will be those doing their best to prevent it.
Some wanting to see you thrown out!
And wishing that to happen as quick as possible.
They will do their best to lift you to the top of the rim.
Plead with them to keep you in!
Add crying to your motivation.
Since ambition is despised by those who suspect it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unlock That Box!

Everybody knows.
You're behind closed doors.
Wishing to live a life you hide.
But afraid to step outside.

So...
Unlock that box!
You like to peep but get on out.
Too many people keep their wishes swept away.
To have their walls upon them fall...
As they dry to rot and fade.

Unlock that box!
Get out and walk the block.
And stop playing the game with life,
Of love or love me not.

Everybody knows.
You're behind closed doors.
Wishing to live a life you hide.
But afraid to step outside.

So...
Unlock that box!
Or...
Get somebody who will prove,
That you can move and do it!

Don't be neurotic you can do something about it.

Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.

And everybody knows you're there behind closed doors.

Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box!
You're hypnotized and neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!
You're hypnotized and neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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