As They Prepare And Await
As they prepare and await to have a confrontation,
Those who have been aware of this...
Have paid them no attention.
None that threatens,
Other motivated intentions.
So they continue to pretend,
Not to notice them.
And since there is a higher consciousness involved,
Those wishing to dissolve their hidden insecurities...
Prove they are clueless,
As to what they should do next...
To further undermine themselves with an undressing,
Of their immaturity and limitations they can not leave.
At least to keep protected from an obviousness.
'What are they doing over there? '
~The obvious.~
'But shouldn't 'they' be aware of it? '
~Yes.
They should.
But apparently not from our point of view.~
'I have an idea.'
~What is it? ~
'Let's pretend with hints we are concerned.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Testing From a Nest Infested
To ignore those who annoy,
Is a blessing.
A gift to resist the desires of those
Wishing conflict.
Gives a peace within.
And this will never be understood...
By those doing their best,
To attract others to their nonsense.
As they seek a confrontation,
Spiced with agitation.
Testing from a nest infested...
As a pest unrested.
And being aware of this,
Provides a mental lift.
Delivering one to a higher consciousness!
The one who views those who do this as misfits.
As tactics employed by a sleepless surface thinker,
Become useless like a broken toy discarded.
Fading its purpose,
To an ego enjoying limitations that do not nourish!
Or flourish beyond an irritation that has no affect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Take It Personally
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
People who do this have no idea,
You may be among the few...
Who are aware of what they do.
And you are not blind,
To what they pursue!
With an awakened consciousness,
Here is what truth will prove...
Know they represent your environment.
And If I were you,
I'd assess the others living in it...
To see if there are signs,
Of a collective mindset...
That embraces a thought process,
That anyone possesses.
And this has not yet...
Been considered a crime.
And be cautious to what it is you exchange,
With anyone who seems 'sane' of mind!
Some folks have lips like leaking faucets.
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
People who do this have no idea,
You may be among the few...
Who are aware of what they do,
With an awakened consciousness.
However...
This is suggested!
Do not become suspected,
Of over using your point of view.
To then become publicly detected,
Of making attempts to walk tall...
With bright and unclouded eyes.
That are able to see through masquerade.
Or charades that are disguised.
Or those 'promised' opened doors,
Will suddenly slam close.
To then have you 'tarred and feathered'.
Or even perhaps fire hosed!
Or both.
Vicious are those who become exposed.
You have then to 'them' become the enemy.
One that has discovered a secret perceived,
No one sees.
A discovery of witnessing them...
And theirs and most of their kin,
As deceiving thieving busy bees.
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
Those who believe themselves superior,
Have labelled you a fool!
Just be cool about it.
And observe and notice what real fools do.
Someday this may be of benefit to you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obviousness of It
I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
With lines to deliver crisp and quick.
To do and say what you think,
Is in my best interest.
No...
Not that!
I'm directing this!
I want to know,
You.
From where I want you,
To feel me.
And...
That deeply!
With an ultimate shallowness,
Of seeking your pleasure...
As a goal.
To meet discreetly.
And naked if we decide,
To share a chemistry prioritized.
But that 'you' I want to know!
My heat does not generate deceit...
In my eyes.
They can't!
You've got my nose wide open!
And you can rely on that to be devoted.
It has to show...
You melt me.
Not that you might already suspect,
The obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
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There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
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There is,
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I.
Know.
There.
Is.
An...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delivering The 'Jabs
My dislike for backstabbers,
Developed many years ago...
When I began to notice,
How easily they were able to do this.
With the use of their lips unseen,
Delivering the 'jabs'.
And...
Had the ability to pretend,
Not to be involved in the process.
While attempting to play innocent.
As they strategically moved,
Back and forth...
From both sides of a picket fence.
Like someone too familiar with doing a tango.
So no one would be aware of steps out of place.
Or the hopping of a fence done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Composition Of An Atmosphere
Is the importance of being aware with a consciousness,
To share with those afraid and scared to death of it...
Beneficial?
These questions and more can be observed and explored,
Just taking a casual walk around one's environment.
What is important to some and not to others,
Can be debated in prolonged arguments.
But what exists and obviously sits as seen...
Many will claim not to notice it at all.
While others seek escapes from it,
To claim to have no interest if not entertained.
Although what effects the entire environment...
The majority will see no connection as it affects,
The composition of an atmosphere and its entirety!
Is the importance of being aware with a consciousness,
To share with those afraid and scared to death of it...
Beneficial?
Well...
That depends on what side of the street,
One has a preference and chooses to walk on.
'Why should I care about what's going on over there?
I'm not getting paid to do it.
And if I do...
I 'may' attempt to get others involved.
That would be my civic duty to then express my concerns.
I am focused on that which is specific and exclusive,
To the enhancement of my own interests.
Which I 'hope' I am making apparent.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To a much loved poet
You know how people who are
really serious – that’s, not those
who pretend to be serious, or
those who are paid to be serious –
pretend to be not so serious?
And you know how people who are
really lonely – that’s not those
who want sympathy, oh no, or
those who want to enjoy being lonely –
pretend to be not so lonely?
So she never quite believed,
for obvious reasons,
just how much she was loved
by all her readers:
perhaps and I only say perhaps
she might have feared to lose
that painful treasure
that we wanted to love away and
which made us love her
so much and even more.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Process
Leave them alone!
You pose a threat,
To their process.
'Huh?
Their process?
What Process?
Their process doesn't exist! '
Sssshhh...
Quietly.
That's why you must leave them alone.
They are not aware of it.
And you...
Trying to get them to make some sense,
Is upsetting.
Just go along with it.
'Go along with what? '
The 'process'.
'But it doesn't exist.'
You know it and I know it.
Why can't you just leave it alone...
And let them pretend?
Why is it so important to you,
That they become aware and conscious?
Why?
There are several other charities,
To which you can donate your time and efforts.
In this case...
These minds have already been wasted.
Trust me.
Why do you think I whisper to you?
There are only a few of us left with the power to think.
Trust me?
Why do you think I whisper to you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Would You Like My Attention Given Mentioned?
If I had not been proud of who I am,
You would not perceive me of being arrogant.
Nor would you care if I existed.
I wouldn't.
And you know that.
But since you notice my proudness flaunted,
You believe your critique of it...
Makes me more aware of you.
I do give it attention.
Would you like my attention given mentioned?
This you can continue.
For as long as you wish!
Because it is not you or what you do,
That makes me proud!
And I have for too long known of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Had Fed On Thoughts Of Limitations
If I had fed on thoughts of limitations,
You would not know...
How to spell my name correctly.
Or be aware of my existence.
Or hear me laugh.
Cry.
Or wonder why...
I accept defeat gracefully.
To me defeat is fleeting.
If not self inflicted.
You see...
And you do not have to agree with me.
Each step forward I decide to take...
I make.
To only compete with myself in the doing.
If I had fed on thoughts of limitations,
I would not be aware I could reach beyond them.
There would be too many excuses,
To use to pick from right under my feet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LVI: Knowledge
Once you know
You can’t just walk away
Wash your hands out of business
The knowledge is on your memories now
Remember or not
Wanted or not
Needed or not
Man created with curiosity, lot
Some of them sometimes going to far
More than they can handle
More than they can imagine
And they should have known
The price should be paid
But some turn their head after knowing
Pretend that they don’t see
Pretend that they don’t listen
And hope nobody will notice
Nobody comes to them ask for help
It is when the demon of liar
Finally gets its prey
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Wishing For More Of It To Define As It Sits
My point of view,
And how that is expressed.
Does not take nerve,
But a consciousness I posses.
I never thought my 'visions' would upset.
Since this Earth we all inhabit,
Is not my idea...
Created from a private concept.
Are eyes that shut closed?
And ears blocked from hearing?
What I see as concrete evidence...
Should not be debated if what is seen is near.
And today few things seem obvious,
Or as clear as it appears.
Yet so many people live their lives in fear.
And wishing for more of it to define as it sits...
Encouraged to stay in a prolonged visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Have Decided You to Be Overqualified
Ive read sheer nonsense,
Many declare as being great.
And I am also aware of incompetence,
Some never self evaluate.
Since they are hired,
To keep those more aware...
Less involved in their affairs.
'I'm sorry.
We have decided you to be overqualified.
And we seek someone with a 'specific' background,
To fulfill a need we seek to keep around.
We are sure with your multiple skills,
Something more ideal will come along for you.
And one day will be found...
If kept pursued.
But today right now,
There is nothing here in view.
Good luck to you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Really Benefits the Most
Those who seek to humiliate others
By finding ways to undermine their characters
With youthful sick tricks...
Hoping no one will discover,
They have been behind all of it!
Will find themselves eventually the victim.
Since there is a higher consciouness,
Aware of all of this slanderous mischief!
And in these days we live,
It does not pay to give into temptations
That deceive.
One never knows who really benefits the most,
From being chosen as the one...
Selected to become victimized!
Actions done to undermine...
Are returned to unravel the doer's mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
Through the corridors of sleep
Past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
It's no matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
Becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
Through the corridors of sleep
Past shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion
I don't know what is real
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my relfection
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
No matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow
So my fantasy
Becomes reality
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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One Who Loses
The one who loses
Is not the one aware
Of a loss or losses lost!
The one who loses
Is the one aware
Of a win that must be won!
This one is not aware of disgrace that comes!
The one who has lost...
Has paid the cost and gains!
And remains unchallenged.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's How The Story Told, Goes
Why can't we continue to pretend,
None of us have been troubled...
By the existing of the current events?
We had no problem with the knowing,
There were debts to pay.
It seemed yesterday to have been okay!
And ignoring those homeless and hungry,
Being left alone pushing their belongings...
In shopping carts obvious to all on city streets.
Didn't they choose for themselves...
To trade in their dignities,
With a choice to live like they do...
With little to nothing to eat.
That's how the story told, goes.
Why is it 'today'...
Those same delusions we then embraced,
Are from us being chased away?
Is there another chapter in this story,
Unknown yet to be told to unfold?
Something in the midst,
Is not being fair or realistic about this.
Why can't we continue to pretend?
And why is it from those dead,
We seem to learn our lessons?
After the passing of chapters,
Have to us been read?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Conscious Of Its Acceptance
I have an idea!
Let's all pretend,
What is happening,
Isn't.
'Is that the best you can do?
We've been doing that for years.
That's how we got into this mess.'
Well...
Let's all pretend,
To be disconnected from it.
The mess.
'There is just one problem.'
What is it?
'How can we excuse our involvement,
Without acknowledging...
We were not conscious of its acceptance? '
I have another idea.
'What is it? '
We can always say,
We didn't exist when the 'mess' was implemented.
'I have an idea.'
Good!
Let's hear it.
'Why don't you keep your ideas to yourself.
And implement a nonthinking process.
I'm willing to bet,
'That' will be accepted.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hawking
god forbid were silent swear you wont tell a soul often i pretend im at peace with consequence more lies to make us confident in our judgment who will know who will notice us we lay awake in the paradox of our space where gravity bends light around the sun insomniacs in quest for true position we navigate with knowledge like god time cant be protected time is dangerous often i pretend im a clock and youre the hands more lies to make them understand were getting closer i feel like a god
song performed by by Quitter
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