Appearing On The Horizon
Depressingly uninformed,
Are the ones out of touch.
And stand they do on the backs of prinicples,
To keep those divided with beliefs...
Distanced from truths.
And hidden behind comments,
Spiked with lies so much.
Speaking from one side of one's mouth,
To say what those listening wish to hear...
And at another event to say something else,
With an interest to advocate falsities in ears...
Clearly diminishes,
A climate already infested by fears.
But no one can deny reality appearing on the horizon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Betrayal of Humanity
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
It is as if they plot against,
Those who express empathy.
And come to another's defense.
This they suspect as a leakage of weakness.
And they perceive a caring done,
From someone willing to expose...
Their heartfelt feelings.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
Wizards of deception are trained.
And will do their best to protect delusions.
While attacks upon them,
Will be viciously claimed.
And a campaign begins to ensure they defame.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
These pests are all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left To Misinterpret
The only interests that are being protected,
Are the ones those believed had been theirs.
But are awakening to discover,
They have never been regarded as part of a 'we'...
Declared in a freedom of speech the elite share,
Amongst themselves.
A hoodwinking done to deceive onlookers to believe,
With an invested interest given...
To what is perceived is an inclusion of needs,
With entitlements to receive...
Is the only delusion many with expectations 'hear',
With their hearts and not their ears.
However...
Those who will remain elite and creators of the teasing,
Are hoping to keep the uninformed left to misinterpret...
What it is they feel and fail to hear separated from reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Hiss, Boo Or Cheer
Whoever debates prepared or not.
Or wherever the state that debate takes place,
To awaken those listening,
Awaiting to hear truths or facts.
Anyone who witnesses will know this to be true...
Gas prices will not return,
To be below a 'buck'.
Nor will one's quality of life increase to go up!
From fears already appearing,
People try but can no longer deny.
People will not automatically,
Decide to express more love.
And the creditors and taxes at a price we pay,
Will not disappear from anyone to instantly go away.
No matter who is patted on the back,
To win in a staged and electrifying performance...
That leaves an audience to hiss, boo or cheer,
With an understanding that has been made clear...
Who will represent their interests,
To produce a lower cost of living that benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something You Need To Know
in my lies
are hidden truths
in my fiction
lies realities
the characters
are real
speaking their lies
and deceptions
the plot
goes awry
the tone
a monotone
and i,
as the author
still thinks
about
a happy ending
there is
something
you need
to know
more
i am always
there
but keep on
reading
and understanding
after
all, i could be
yourself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perceptions Of Reality
Rushing back to get their seats,
After intermission has been announced completed...
Are those happily deluded and deceived.
And entertained with beliefs,
That their perceptions of reality have been validated.
And hushed they become as if in pews listening.
Regardless if performers backstage,
Do the best they can to remember their lines...
Between acts to keep it real,
For the ones who have yet to experience to see...
How such beliefs kept are pieced together,
Only those priviledged have been picked to conceal.
Monologues like speeches are seldom sermons,
Unrehearsed without much practice...
To be remembered to produce the right effect,
That satisfies those with expectations.
Re-enactments practiced capture and attract.
And those who are skilled at this know how to 'act'.
To then have those mesmerized when they leave,
Soliciting to advocate to reveal to others on the street...
What it is they 'too' should accept and believe,
As a reality that has been recently confirmed.
With lessons learned to quote and teach.
As if scriptures few would realize have been re-written.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You Listening
Are you listening to my words
When I say them
Do you hear me when I need you most
Sometimes I feel like you not listening
Are you deaf?
Am i not speaking clear?
If I clear my throat and speak louder
Are you listening to me
Do you hear the words from my mouth
Is my voice to low?
Maybe if I speak louder maybe even scream it
Are you listening
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Threatened By Ambiguity
Those not on the side,
Of correcting blight...
Find their way of life,
Threatened by ambiguity.
Uncertain are many,
Who believe their traditions...
Maintain a cemented fix to truths.
Uncertain they are,
How far a kept stubbornness...
Will keep facts off their tracks,
As a return to plastic satisfactions...
Seem never again to revisit to relive intact.
Those not on the side,
Of correcting blight...
Find their way of life,
Threatened by ambiguity.
With a weakening of pretentions.
And there is nothing on the horizon,
That validates a relief...
From fears that have increased.
As those foundations symbolized all their lives...
Begin falling to pieces as beliefs in them decrease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Walls And Oceans
Cold winds strip away face, hands, ankles
stand bare foot on the empty shore
staring out at the endless ocean
sea of happiness
ocean of tears
water and horizon are indivisible
like the atoms that make up everything
if they are divided
every one dies
stay close to the wall
hidden, unnoticed, quiet, landlocked
watch them live, love, laugh
stay deep in side the glass shell
I can see out but I cant hear or touch them
wanting it to explode into a thousand tiny shell pieces
glass fragments
tear drops
soul pieces
so i can race over the land to the waters edge
and burst out over the ocean
into living
away from the wall
Truth Are Lies.. Lies Are Truth..
speak your truth from your quivering lips
but also your lies comes through them..
your half lies are also your half truths
yet your half truths are also your half lies
what shall you talk about them if your thruth are your lies
and your lieas are your truths
then this world would be filled of noise
being lies and being the truth
until all of us will be lost
what to believe and follow
will it be the half lies
or the half truths?
which one is to choice
the truth is yours but also are the lies..
so let us all live with he truths and the lies
within our hearts within our minds
till we are lost in a maze of half lies and half truths
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Seasoned As Truths
Truths and lies are flown in the sky.
Their flights are from the wind they take.
Truths might hit dunes and go buried.
Lies might reach towers and stay there.
What stays in scriptures and epics,
What stay in histories and legends
And what remain from hear-say
Can be the lies seasoned as truths
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Being Aware And Conscious Of It
I know who has been on my side,
And who hasn't.
That has been my one weakness,
And flaw.
Being aware and conscious of it,
Around those still connected to nonsense...
Will get comments made from those,
Who have yet to identify themselves...
With feelings they project on others.
And the depth of what being human means.
Many have not awakened from their delusions.
And I have never been given the opportunity,
To find my own.
None to pretend I was better than someone else.
'I have never heard you talk about yourself! '
Why should I do that...
If no one has express the interest?
I rather like to hear,
Those perceptions made of me.
They are far more interesting,
Than the reality lived I know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lies
Lies
Are more popular than flies.
Lies are everywhere.
Lies can turn into cancer
After a while.
The world is infested by these vile
Creatures, which are constantly
Changing. Lies run freely,
Because they rule,
They kill, and they fool
Kings, queens, and dictators;
Popes, pastors and doctors.
The blind can see the lies.
The deaf can hear the lies.
The dead can feel them,
But they will say nothing.
The Poets cannot fathom,
Why everyone is afraid to ring
The bells, to denounce this phenomenon.
The mirror does not lie,
This is a sine qua non.
Remove the pie,
Get rid of the disguise,
To come out clean
Of the lice and the lies,
Which are more popular than the flies.
Look around and listen.
We are inundated,
We are surrounded
By a slew of lies,
Which hurt more than the truths.
Lies are fabricated proofs,
Which behave like viruses,
That are slowly devouring
The fibers, the heart, and the calluses
Of the inebriated King.
Lies are everywhere,
Inside and outside of the mirror.
poem by Hebert Logerie (March 2012)
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A Riddle...
if only
you did not lie
i could have written more
perhaps
more truths than we
can bear
but since you tell the
biggest lie today
despite the
warnings
i guess, i have to
quit
for lies do not interest me
anymore
i have more that you can
ever tell me
in fact i live in the house of
lies
play in the garden of
lies
eat on the table
have breakfast
drink from the glass
and satisfy myself
with a burp
all lies, all lies,
those lilies of the fields
floating on the marshes
tadpoles and
mosquitoes
snakes and rats
these are the only truths
we have
in this predator-prey
world
dog eating dogs
cats befriending mice
heavens
compromising with
root canals.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Is To Live and Be Exposed to It
No one enjoys playing hide and seek,
Better than those who have stayed hidden...
To perfect the game.
There, wherever in their minds believing...
Their attention is sought.
There, wherever in their minds perceiving...
They can not get caught.
Or be seen...
In a foolish stagnation.
Lacking both growth and appeal.
With a purpose long gone,
That has killed their dreams.
No one enjoys playing hide and seek,
Better than those who have stayed hidden...
To perfect the game.
Protecting themselves in situations.
And stuck permanently to a stubbornness,
Defiantly making unchanged emotional claims.
In confessions of being misunderstood.
To anyone prescribing stabilizing medications.
'You are a doctor aren't you? '
*Yes,
I am a veterinarian, why? *
'My dog has an itch.
And it is unable to stop the scratch.'
Their goal and aim is to win!
But what?
Once a tiredness like this has been shown...
People like this witness themselves giving up.
Life is to live and be exposed to it.
Those who wish to be kept distanced,
Eventually get their wish.
To scratch and itch in private.
And around the clock if so desired.
Those with peace of mind don't hide.
Or participate in games with others...
Who keep their delusions denied!
But suggest that to those who don't grow.
They are the ones expressed comments made,
Such as, 'I told you so.'
Offend.
As if still children.
And many of them appearing to be grown adults,
Are...
Still children.
Traumatized by the clarity of reality in their hiding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With An Interest To Sniff Your Assets
what real difference will it make,
If a thief has hidden a stolen wealth...
And has not paid any taxes?
What advantage to your life will you have,
with a disclosure like this,
That does not directly benefit where you sit.
Other than to know...
Not a finger on either hand will touch a bit of it.
With a counting to determine,
How many zeros are in front of a decimal.
The only aid that will come to assist,
Is an ability to add more of your unsolicited gossip.
To travel from your lips to ears for other ears to hear.
That's it.
Suggestion...
Do this!
Just to see how quick,
You will get attention from the government.
With an interest to sniff 'your' assets.
Start a rumor you have won the lotto!
They will be near not to rid.
OR new friends or unlimited relatives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beautiful Lies
Beautiful lies
Take us on the wings of might
Towards the skies infinite
And then dropp us on the heaps of truths-
Brutal truths buried.
Beautiful lies
Get painted on a marvelleous canvas of light
Against the background in twillight
And then shed the shadows of truths-
Barren truths ferried.
Beautiful lies
Send the beams of delight
In the dark chambers made of granite
And then surmount me with truths-
Nightmarish truths married.
Still in the thick coats of beautiful lies
I veil my frame when the Sun is on
And in the cradle of their rhymes
I find my sleep when the Fun is gone.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Hold Me
I've tried so many times 2 erase your memory from my mind
Yet, it doesn't ever last 4 long
I see your picture then I hear your voice
Our love must be stronger than before
Every time I see your eyes (Touch me)
Touch me (Hold me)
Every time I hear your voice (Touch me)
Hold me
Here I stand defenseless as I look into your eyes
There's nothing left 2 say or do
U fill my head with promises and all your pretty lies
Would it be so wrong 2 want U by my side?
Every time I see your eyes (Touch me)
Touch me (Hold me)
Every time I hear your voice (Touch me)
Touch me (Hold me)
I'm captured by my senses, lost in your reverie
Our love must be stronger than before
Every time I see your eyes (Touch me)
Oh, hold me, babe (Hold me)
Every time I hear your voice (Touch me)
Touch me (Hold me)
Every time I see your eyes (Touch me)
I wanna hold U, baby (Hold me)
(Hold me, touch me, kiss me all over)
Every time I hear your voice (Touch me)
Hold me, kiss me all over (Hold me)
Every time I see your eyes (Touch me)
Kiss me, baby (Hold me
song performed by by Prince
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Committed To Memory
It is conveniently done,
And with a purpose to serve...
A boosting of one's morale and nerve,
To discredit others behind their backs...
With the telling of lies and other non-facts.
To enable one heard and seen doing this,
An opportunity to smear to have themselves uplifted.
And always at the absence of another unable to defend,
Or agree to an expense being paid free of evidence.
To have such comments being said,
By those attempting to convince with nonsense.
And to leave one unprotected against,
The telling of falsities conveniently delivered.
And those who seem to remember what others do,
As if committed to memory a reciting of official documents...
Find it difficult to remember their most recent misdeeds,
To have others believe they are victims of their own innocence.
And these folks are all over the place hoping to collect dirt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Finding Time to Make More Of It Mine
No reasons do I have left,
To express an accessibility.
Nor are my ears available,
For empathetic listening.
I'm finding time to make more of it mine.
Patience I have no more,
To explore avenues to be of assistance.
I make sure I am distanced.
My own needs will no longer be ignored.
I've learned if others are aware you are there...
For them to dropp whatever they wish.
They will do it.
Like a habit done that has been approved!
I've learned from some enough can't be done!
And forget needing them.
You'll experience each season...
From a Summer breeze, leaves falling from trees
Winter snow and budding in the Spring...
When flowers begin to grow.
No reasons do I have left,
To express an accessibility.
Nor are my ears available,
For empathetic listening.
I'm finding time to make more of it mine.
Patience I have no more,
To explore avenues to be of assistance.
I make sure I am distanced.
My own needs will no longer be ignored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Economically Speaking
Economically speaking,
It has been the keeping of greed and theft...
That has left a bottomless pitt of debts unpaid.
With an overwhelming creation of fantasies unfaced,
That can be traced to the suffering.
Economically speaking,
People feeding on delusions of loans and credits...
And borrowing on debits,
With interests blamed on threats...
That has left everyone following in the steps,
Generating today's cloud cover of unhappiness.
Smearing truths in denial and refusing to listen,
Leaves unhearing ears...
With thick headed skulls.
And those self righteous,
Hiding behind their mix of faith and bad politics...
Wish to shift their deceit,
On the backs of those...
Carrying the weight,
That enables the thieves to escape scot-free...
From any responsible accountability.
Economically speaking,
It has been the keeping of greed and theft...
That has left a bottomless pitt of debts unpaid.
With an overwhelming creation of fantasies unfaced,
That can be traced to the suffering.
And today's buffering of a smothered reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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