A Unifying Effort
A call for an incorporation,
Of all abled minds...
To find a way to undo adverse,
And deteriorating circumstances...
Found undermining those goals,
To move forward and correct mistakes...
Is a wonderful recommendation.
Now...
The process of peeling away,
Decades of pretentions.
Character assassinations.
Deceit.
Disloyalty and treason.
And face the truth as it is...
The opportunity for effective change,
Can be achieved.
AND...
With a unifying effort.
Do we have any volunteers,
Wishing to head that committee?
Any at all?
Someone...
At least give me eye contact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confronting Delusions
With slander and character assassinations,
Already effective.
And those of defective states of mind,
Still relying on their pretentions to impress.
The ones left who have addressed truth,
As a means of confronting delusions...
Are safely protected,
From a trauma unsuspecting...
That comes,
To those still holding onto their teddy bears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ones Of Unmistakable Faith And Truth
Reality is closing in on them.
And they are doing their best,
To protect their pretentions.
Character assassinators,
Are working overtime...
Trying to find the right combination,
Of deceit and believability.
Full fledged demons have unmasked themselves,
Knowing what time it is,
And the limitations left to plant more misdeeds.
While the ones of unmistakable faith and truth,
Observe those of burning minds in unconciousness...
Go through the steps to prove themselves correct,
With an accepting of their own ignorance they defend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Knowledgeable About Outcomes
What effective measures can be used,
To correct a devastation
By the ones who implemented,
What today everyone is forced to face.
Can one of incompetence self examine?
And if this is the case
Why was the devastation faced,
Not before in the doing stopped in its place?
What effective measures can be used,
To correct a devastation
By the ones who implemented,
What today everyone is forced to face.
If those indeed had wisdom to perceive,
What are they now believing
That can undo what has been achieved?
And under their watch has this happened.
While those insisting a deadend comes,
Are still shunned
To be too knowledgeable about outcomes.
And yet
Can not provide credentials to prove,
The origins of their training deemed unacceptable.
Although observations as they are,
Are dismissed as having no direct affect.
Unless someone can convince with no exceptions,
A scholarly approach has been spent to connect events.
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How Ironic
What goes through the mind,
That spends time undermining others?
And what is discovered,
Once they find themselves entrapped...
By their own evil deeds?
Who do they go to?
To plead for forgiveness?
Especially when they have lead,
The character assassinations.
And one of the ones they chose to slander...
Becomes the one who controls their needs.
How ironic would that be?
To look into the eyes...
Of the one who is aware,
You were the one...
That made attempts,
To harm and circumvent...
With a life filled with despair!
How would you feel...
If someone like that,
You knew had stabbed you in the back?
And the opportunity comes to return the favor.
Would you have fun?
Doing to them what they have done?
Or...
Would you recognize,
Their souls will never find rest?
And it would be best...
To leave them in their anguish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before They Chopped Them Down to Fall
Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.
And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On themselves with bruises to leave.
This is reflected and seen in their environments.
How the loss of discreeted corruption...
Has been exposed to local residents.
Many express disbelief and can not comprehend this.
So accustomed they've been,
To being deceived...
By family members and their own friends.
Just for a few more dollars in their pockets to spend.
At the expense of betrayal and acts of treason,
Foolishly in an excitement that could not wait to begin.
But this has been the life,
People have chosen to achieve and succeed.
Whether this had been wrong or right...
Not too many perceived,
The ones eventually performing their own bleeding...
Would be from their own hands,
To bite and cut off their needs that kept them feeding.
With blinded addictions focused on greed.
That's what gluttony does to people like these.
Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.
And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On everything they claimed valued,
To have had worth.
And...
An ignorance initially refusing to listen,
Becomes installed...
Upon all,
Of self righteous deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Age of Treason
The age of treason keeps me wide awake,
Then dangers mind my soul forcibly,
I carry myself forward with backache,
To find the goals are the ability.
This time my sentences deplore a case,
Towards the phrase I catch a key tonight,
Yet words will drive a wedge in my airspace,
The wonderful shall bring someone alight.
The rights of dedication shiver now,
Might my solutions sting and deliver;
You matter to the one who will allow
The monks to pray against their abhorrer.
The age of treason shines from this evil,
My acts shall stay, my acts shall be able.
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The Process Isn't As Simple
I find it pointless,
To discuss how a process is done...
And takes place,
To anyone who has not expressed...
Just more of an interest.
If anyone has never been on stage to act.
Or has picked up a pen or a pencil,
To write...
Generating that kind of motivation in one's head...
Is to me like asking,
What does it take to lay an egg?
There is 'nothing' here to work with.
Neither is the person asking this queston a hen...
WITH a pencil OR a pen.
Nor has any attempts been made...
To lay that egg!
I am one of those people,
Who has to see some effort being achieved!
Especially if my assistance is requested.
The process isn't as simple,
As that hen may make it look!
'How is the rooster involved in all of this? '
Trust me.
Once you 'really' get a bonafide interest...?
You will begin the process of research,
On your own.
That 'desire' will be there.
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You cannot expect to achieve new goals or move beyond your present circumstances unless you change.
With It You May Gain Wisdom
They don't have the honesty to tell you the truth?
I can't believe I am hearing 'you' say this!
When did you become an advocate of truth?
And who or what threatens your perception,
To finally accept it.
And what are you expecting as a benefit?
The repeating of corruption and deceit?
Well...
The process of truth,
Will be proven to be cost effective!
And with it you may gain wisdom.
However...
Believing you will pocket with truth as an asset,
May disappoint a greed you've been accustomed...
To feed with the ease of telling quick lies.
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Mistakes
Time is something we would all like to control;
with it, we could change the destinies of our lives.
We could go back to amend the mistakes we have made,
helping where we should have helped, but did not to our regret.
If we had the chance, would it make us better than we are today?
I doubt it very much, for we would never move forward.
We would still be learning,
or at least trying to learn from the first mistake we made.
Better, we move forward and learn to help others
not to make the same mistakes we made.
poem by David Harris
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Achievements
Most people think of achievements
in only monetary terms,
but achievements have nothing to do with money.
They are the goals in life
that our hearts desire.
Someone in a wheelchair enters a marathon
and when they cross the finishing line,
they have achieved something for themselves,
proving they can do anything
if they really want to try.
When we put pen to paper
and finish whatever we are about to write.
We have achieved something
no one can ever take away.
Each day we set ourselves
little goals to achieve
and when we have done them,
we move on to another one.
18 November 2008
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What Are My Goals?
What are my goals?
You mean...
Like those 'things' I wish to accomplish?
'Yes.
You must have made some by now.'
Well...
The ones I made yesterday,
I've already met.
I did make some this afternoon.
But they've been achieved,
To allow me to rest.
And those I've made for tomorrow...
I am putting now to the test.
'Okay so your goals are...
Can you be more specific,
Than that? '
I'm doing the best I can.
And 'if' I get too specific...
They've would have changed,
Before I can get the word 'completed'...
Out of my mouth.
I know this may be an inconvenience,
But...
Is it possible you could come back,
In a few weeks.
By then I should have a list,
Of my more recent goals accomplished for you.
It's too difficult for me to set goals.
I hate to discuss the process.
That's too time consuming.
I'd rather do and let it be.
You understand that don't you?
Of course you do.
I see it in your eyes!
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What Do You Intend To Do?
I have finally seen the light.
And the error of my ways.
'Congratulations.
That light and those errors made,
Have only been glaring in your face...
For decades.'
I just didn't see it.
'Now that you see the truth for what it is,
What do you intend to do? '
I had not thought about that yet.
I am still trying to find an appropriate time,
To use my pretentions in a more beneficial way.
They have become too comfortable to abandon.
'Perhaps the light you saw,
Was not that bright? '
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions
If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.
They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.
With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!
These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oops! i swore in Gods Presence
I swear...
I Swear to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
So help me God!
That's why I'll correct you if you are:
Over privileged and undermining Snob
Sexist and gender oppressing Sob
Judgmental religious freak
Stereotypical and racist ignoramous
Because i swore to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
So....God helped me
So go on....tell Satan and his friends
Just because I SAY SO
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Behind Disturbed Hidden Minds
Well...
They 'all' were given the same opportunity,
To come out of hiding and tell the truth!
A few are coming forward.
Some are still reluctant!
Fearing to sever from conditioned delusions.
Such as...
Prescribed medications,
That keep them addicted to self inflicted illnesses.
And those completely confused by deceit...
Hang on behind disturbed hidden minds!
However...
Truth has not arrived to assist with excuses.
That has got to be made clear.
Truth is not here to tolerate fear!
Or alibis with smooth lies...
Any longer.
Those days of color coded terrorists alerts,
Are gone!
And a cleanup of where those terrorists sat...
Near their monuments.
Will be sanitized but not scented!
And burn those false idol worshipping documents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change Can Make A Complete Change!
By changing your thoughts.
You could change your beliefs!
When you change your beliefs..
You could change your expectations!
When you change your expectations..
You could change your attitude!
When you change your attitude..
You could change your behaviour!
When you change your behavior..
You could change your character!
When you change your character...
You could change your entire life!
So Yeah,
Keep working on it!
You'll reach great heights!
I'm wishing you luck!
poem by Lavanya Subramanian
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Brink Of Extinction
Creating with a solicitation,
A lazy and undisciplined existence.
To identify a segment of one's population,
As dysfunctional.
May for those responsible,
In the implementation of this...
Boost egos.
But cost effective?
No!
Only fools feeding an isolated greed,
Would keep this as their belief.
Only a complete ignorance,
Would perceive this approach...
To be an effective reflection of greatness.
Those assigned to oppress minds,
From the time of their birth...
Would find this uplifting to their self worth.
And not an encouragement nourishing,
One to the brink of extinction.
Those assigned to oppress minds,
Of those threatening their insecurities...
Eventually will find this point of view of superiority,
A mentally degrading aspect...
Of their own growth process and not an asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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