A Purpose That Remains Effective
Solutions and delusions both,
Have a common connection...
To the existence of a reality resisted.
All three appear to be totally distanced,
From anything decided to be concrete.
And the ones who claim they know what it takes,
To eliminate today's confusion...
Are said to have answers to bring relief.
Although...
It could be debated,
That those deluded have found a solution...
To permanently confuse reality for all.
And with a purpose that remains effective,
Few can honestly say a success has not been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choices Unwisely Made
Unfortuately...
A vote against reality,
Does not prevent its presence.
To choose to combat delusions,
And decaying fantasies.
Ushers in a clarity.
And does not waste,
Choices unwisely made.
To keep truth resisted.
Or a foolishness debated.
Yet...
Still the darkness of ignorance,
Remains cheered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertained With Ideals to Match
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Those who have dealt with the reality of things...
Have seemed the most disrespected,
For professing the obvious.
While those deluded,
Have always been detached.
Preferring to be entertained with ideals to match.
The mavericks and the nonconformists,
Have long lived lives referred to as fools.
And few of them seem saddened...
To have been separated with a peace of mind,
For them that soothes.
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Although I do wish,
They someday will find solutions...
For their mental conflicts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Art
Occasionally I feel like the walls around are closing in on me
Physically I feel sometimes I need seclusion to be free
The irony at last I see reality is my perception
And my personality is my reflection
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
I need to be set free from the smiles that are scarring my skin sarcastically
And ?? seems to comfort and freeze in full around me mentally
The irony at last I see reality is my deception
And my personality is my deflection
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
Can I make it?
I'll try
Can I take it?
I'll try
I've finally healed my wounds and healing the next thing and pouring out of me
The precious success becoming apparently a bigger part of me
I'm looking back at the things I cant remove the past
Ok with me
The future is brighter than I could imagine it to beand#8230;
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
I must eliminate and change yesterday's
Yesterday's pains today
song performed by by Taproot from Welcome
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There's No Solution
maybe nothing else will ever be so clear
or maybe thats only my fear
and just for one day i wish i could disappear
and take me far from here
maybe i find nothing new
maybe i'd end up just like you
theres no solution (no solution)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
the constant pressure that keeps hanging over me
it makes me feel so empty
its more than anything that i could ever be
what else could you take from me
its getting harder to relate
dont want to make the same mistake
theres no solution (no solution)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
it took me so long to find out
its right there in front of me
too close to see
what I thought was true
i see right through
whats killing you
theres no solution (i cant see)
give me truth to my conviction
is my own confusion (that i feel)
reality or fiction
am i out of my mind?
so maybe nothing else will be so clear
or maybe that's only my fear (am i out of my mind)
and just for one day i wish i could disappear
and take me far from here (am i out of my mind)
song performed by by Sum 41
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You DON'T Have To Accept It For What It Is
See it the way you want to.
Call it what you wish.
Hop on one leg and do backflips.
Bling, trinkets and obsession with possessions,
Have changed in purpose and value.
Overnight this has happened.
And if you are the type that clings,
To the ways of yesterday...
It is going to be especially difficult for you to see,
A reality you have never embraced...
As it had been,
Rapidly change its significance...
In the minds of those who accepted it,
To have moved on to a higher consciousness.
Leaving you permanently cemented like so many,
In a concrete state of disbelief!
And whatever that belief was or had been...
Whichever way you want to put it,
Does not exist!
And you DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
And this 'may' bring you 'some' relief,
As you stubbornly face the days ahead.
You 'DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
You never have.
So...
What difference does it make 'now'?
Suggestion?
Do what you normally do.
Ignore the facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now I Can See
I use to believe,
Those deluded by fantasy...
Were the ones that had 'the problem'.
But as I have gotten older...
Although no less opinionated,
Now I can see those with 'the problem'
Are those who have discovered reality.
Since they are totally outnumbered.
And today my dilemma lies,
As to whom I should sympathize.
Having been declared 'unusual' at a young age,
Has had its benefits.
I have been accused of being deluded,
By those who try but can not escape from reality.
And yet,
I have managed to keep my unusualness intact.
How about that?
Please.
This is embarrassing.
I am overwhelmed.
No applause or standing ovations needed.
You may take your seats.
'Geeessshhh.
You reek of humility.'
It's a gift I try not to expose.
However...
I do admit some flirting done,
With a flaunting of it!
'Geeesus! '
No!
No-no.
I am not 'that' carried away!
Even though I have been called...
'A miracle.'
Hmmm...
I see I'm not the only one around here,
With talents and gifts!
'Or delusional.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without A Prior Menu Used
Only those who make up their minds,
To do something concrete...
That validates their time.
Do this with such fixed focus,
And grow!
Often a connection between loyalty,
With discipline, determination and dedication...
Mixed,
Produces evidence of success from it.
However,
Few can continue...
Without a prior menu used.
They look to be rewarded,
With a discounted way of pursuing life.
'What comes with 'that',
If I should order 'this'? '
And it would seem for the one who dreams...
An achieved reality is reached!
A happiness stirs and occurs inside.
And it does...
But,
So long has the road been journeyed!
There is one thing left,
That has not been satisfactorily addressed.
And that is...
The sacrifice and loneliness invested.
What fills that hole?
No tangible 'perks' observed can undo,
Words heard of discouragement...
'LAZY'
'DELUDED'...
An d,
Lives with 'mama' and will never amount to nothing!
And still those vicious lips remain on city streets.
Living with their 'mamas' and doing nothing to achieve.
And they call 'themselves' men!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rainbow connection
The Rainbow Connection helped me find my way
The Rainbow Connection is the best may I say.
The Rainbow Connection is where dreams come true.
In this connection friends are true.
The Rainbow Connection, is where Fantasy becomes reality
And reality becomes actuality
Anyone can find the rainbow connection. You just have to believe and forget what you know about reality.
poem by Shauntae Taylor
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Paying to Keep Deranged
I don't know what time zone you slowed down in,
Or when you decided...
You would keep things as they are,
And have others agree
This was a good thing to begin.
I am not in the position to tell you your attic light is dim.
But I would invest in an electrician...
At least twice a week,
And just sit and talk with him.
I know you've been stressed.
Today it is difficult not to be.
Many are deluded and reality is...
Well,
Something else other than reality!
But you are not young or getting younger at all.
The ones we use to call 'they' and 'them'...
Are you and I who seem to have dropped the ball!
We are the blame for trying to keep things unchanged.
And as a result of that...
We have accepted insanity.
And paying to keep deranged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Remotely Distanced
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it.
Fed on elitest ideals and dreams,
With luxurized lifestyles...
In condos with high walnut wooden beams,
Is how many see their purpose.
Surrounded by materialistic 'things'.
And things without enlightenment,
Is a life lived incomplete and empty.
With a seeking of sympathy...
When things are taken away from them and gone.
As complaints from them placing blame on others...
Goes on and on and on and on!
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it,
Too.
Choosing their own sanity to maim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Harmony With Darkness
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
And sip on agonies that leave you drained.
The dripping of them from your lips...
Disappoint with those expectations,
You neither receive nor get!
From the exposure of it!
It is clearly known you want this shown.
While secluding your delusions.
Although standards you maintain...
Have strained relationships,
You once had gained.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness!
A tune sung and kept reminisced.
You are in harmony with darkness!
And plugged you are...
Right into it!
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
That you alone have invited into your home.
And it is kept pampered like a loyal devoted pet.
One you expect to shower you with misery.
From Sunrise to Sunset!
You are in harmony with darkness.
And you've name it 'Eminent'.
Isn't it...
Eminent?
You are in harmony with darkness.
And it is permanently,
Un-resisted.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness,
Is permanently un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Oh oh oh oooh!
In harmony with darkness.
Eminent,
Isn't it!
Your harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
quote by Henri Nouwen
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Kinsmen of Existance
The sun of reason
breaking into a night of passion
guiding the dreaming hunter
into the archives of reality
to hit at the flesh of existence
and spill the blood of achievement
Real success, the sun of reason... shine on!
The son of purpose
reigning in the kingdom of darkness
healing the crippled humanity
into the safety of grace
and the assurance of faith
Real life, real purpose
The son of purpose, reign on!
poem by Timothy muggaga
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The Only One That Will Be Resented
If the reality of truth is kept from someone,
And eventually they are confronted with it.
The only one that will be resented,
Is the one who came...
To offer a solution to their delusions.
That's the one that will be defamed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Henri Nouwen in Out of Solitude
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What To Do When You're Confused
What to do, what to do, what to do
When you're confused
You could
Choose to stay
In this new found state
Of confusion
Marinate in it..so to speak
But
That may leave you
With unanswered questions
You could write in your journal
Pour over all the possibilities
The various solutions to your confusion
You could talk to someone who doesn't know you well
Because you'd want some impartial input
Which could leave you even more confused
Because they can only help you according to
Their understanding
Of your situation
You could google some answers
Turns out..
You can't find the answers to
EVERYTHING
On google
Some situations
Still require old methods for resolution
You could talk to a good friend
They may not have all the answers
But
They'd probably be willing to listen
Provide you with some feedback
That's what friends are for...
You could speak with the person
If it is a person indeed
Who has left you
In this state of confusion
I mean
At some point
Isn't the direct approach
Really
The Only approach
So,
You take a deep breath
You tell yourself 'here I go'
I'm going to get my answers
And, then
I'll know
I won't be confused
At least not by this confusion
What to do, what to do, what to do
I've given you some options
But, I can't tell you
What, for sure, you should definitely do
I can make a suggestion..
But, again it's up to you
You should listen to your inner voice,
Do what THAT tells you
I can say this
It's probably not as bad as you imagine
And, who knows,
It's a possibility
That
After all this stressing
You end up pleasantly surprised.
But we know for sure
You'll have all your answers
And, you, my friend
Will no longer be confused.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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An Exchange Of Values Have Come To Upset
Obtaining gold and diamonds,
Is still prioritized...
In those minds that can not accept,
An exchange of values have come to upset...
The status quo with depth and purpose.
Just to have 'things' to present an image,
Seems to be on the wane for those drained...
And doing the best they can,
To recover from the quick presence of reality.
Many had never met reality so personalized before.
And the experience has been breathtaking.
Even though...
Obtaining gold and diamonds,
Is still prioritized...
In those minds that can not accept,
An exchange of values have come to upset...
The status quo with depth and purpose,
There still remain those...
Clinging onto their delusions,
Since this is the only reality they know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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