Be Encouraged
If you know who it is you are...
The best disguise will not hide you.
Let others masquerade,
With those of false charades.
Those images they have adopted,
Will be dropped.
Leaving them to discover,
Even they do not know who they are.
They have lost their own identities,
In pretentions
That do not nourish, flourish or feed!
If you know who it is you are...
Be encouraged!
You are among the few!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no 'if' on my lips,
When I say I love.
No 'maybe' awaits me giving it.
I know what it is inside me that lives.
But I will tell you this...
No masquerade portrayed,
Upon my heart...
Comes to be made.
That is not allowed.
I wont let that start!
When I say I love...
I do!
And you,
Can forget about using me to play...
Charades or any other game,
You choose to display.
When I say I love...
I do!
And you are not that good...
To continue in a disguise I recognize,
Given by shallow givers I knew
Who tried to hide a past,
Smoothed over by obvious lies.
Why does anyone think that will last?
When false eyes I detect...
Appear so quickly,
After one's need has been fed
With the act of sweated sex!
In a wet bed of regrets.
'Next! '
Put your pretentions to rest!
You are not that good.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Images Presented
The image that's presented,
Determines how impressive...
Those pretentious rush to protect.
And the image that's presented,
Has less to do with intellect.
Or competence and its effect,
Upon those expecting...
Much more than an image projected to accept.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented,
Do not feed!
Those images presented,
No one needs now!
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.
Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are Images Created For?
The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But what has been absent...
Is a quitting to dispense,
The distribution of pretentions...
Of those defining who is qualified,
With credentials certified...
That impresses with appearances,
Images relied upon...
That those knowledgeable oppose.
And refuse to masquerade to disguise.
The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But those who stare...
Seek something there that impresses.
And if it is not an image dressed,
To impress expectations...
The answers that are there,
Will continually to be ignored.
What are images created for?
If there are not there to enhance pretentions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feed Me Love
Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
Has not left my appetite encouraged,
One bit!
Feed me some love as a main course.
Do not tease me with it as if it is dessert!
Whatever you say it will do for me,
I want that fed to me as an entrée first.
Feed me with it to quench my thirst.
Do not tease the love I hunger and deserve.
Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
Has not left my appetite encouraged,
One bit!
Feed me love,
And fill me up with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost and Bewildered Without Their Masters
When the false light of the self righteous dims,
Fades to go out.
Will beliefs of survivors clash?
Will those who were taught to trash themselves...
Feel orphaned,
With an emptiness?
Identities thought theirs,
Should have never been adopted!
Identities given...
Should have long been dismissed!
When the false light of the self righteous dims,
Fades to go out...
Will the pouting observed be replaced with shouts,
Of glee deserved?
Or will those disenchanted,
Find their addictions unbearable?
They have become accustomed to suppressive customs!
Entertained at their detriment!
And now lost and bewildered without their masters!
When the false light of the self righteous dims,
Fades to go out.
Will beliefs of survivors clash?
Will those who were taught to trash themselves...
Feel orphaned,
With an emptiness?
How will they fill the hollowness,
Of their existence then,
When this happens!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seasonally Adorned and Erased As Etched
Substituted duties saluted,
With a booting done...
Of those original attributes,
To dilute them and a significance...
That had inspired with influence.
Diminishing a longevity.
And a weakening encouraged,
Of a strengthened history...
That could nourish and flourish,
With a sustained courage.
But if those affected accept this...
Identities are quicker to switch,
Like the fading of fashioned fads.
With a reduction meant to be,
Of any sign of integrity.
Seasonally adorned...
And erased as etched,
From a designer's pad...
For another to sketch.
With no intent to have it last.
While delighting to see,
A pack of dogs fetch a bone...
As time from them is taken,
To humor the doers practicing their traps...
To induce those who condone what's shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Masquerade
This masquerade
Are we really happy with
This lonely game we play
Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anyway
Were lost in this masquerade
Both afraid to say were just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
Were lost inside this lonely game we play
(*) throughts of leaving disappear
Each time I see your eyes
And no matter how hard I try
To understand the reason
Why we carry on this way
And were lost in this masquerade
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
Were lost inside this lonely game we play
Repeat (*)
Were lost in a masquerade
song performed by by Carpenters
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Life’s Masquerade
Some say life’s one big parade, with many lost in a masquerade,
Living their present life trying to be, someone others want to see,
Many hiding the real person inside, behind a veil of human pride,
Maybe, they are living one big lie, never knowing the reason why.
Some people choose to just exist, living their life in a virtual mist,
Following others they don’t know, who live life like one big show,
Simply following that big crowd, usually lead by one, who’s loud,
As being loud, they do their part, influencing the misguided heart.
Many in a circus like atmosphere, know not even why they’re here,
In this life, grabbing all they can, living their life just as fallen men.
Never looking beyond this earth, for life’s meaning or life’s worth,
Duped by a master of disguise; saying worldliness is rather wise.
Men caught up in a masquerade, are in slavery to men depraved,
Masquerading about in the night, avoiding any hint of God’s light,
They’re lost, as they compromise, the only Truth to make us wise,
Men thinking that they can hide, from a Holy God, if He is denied.
They’ll continue in a masquerade, until their soul by God is saved,
To free men from all Satan’s lies, and do away with their disguise,
Giving men spiritual eyes to see, we’re here to prepare for eternity,
All to be who we are in this life, through the power of Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
I've Already Said What I Have Had to Say
I've already said what I have had to say.
But what has been stated...
You want it said another way.
Unfortunately there is nothing else.
Nothing I'd like to convey.
I am not the one in masquerade.
Nor am I the fool you believed,
I portrayed.
You choose to hide behind pretentions.
And today I seek reality.
Something you hide and afraid to display.
There's no need to argue.
Or vent a temperment!
I've already said what I have had to say.
And after years of saying the same thing to you...
I've decided to keep my peace of mind,
Before I allowed you to take it away!
To become devalued.
And that is not my intention meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If This Was Dessert
Acquaintances they had,
With an assortment of personas known!
No one grew to know identities true.
A superficiality was all they shared.
All they dared and knew!
And this was accepted,
As a form of acknowledgement.
Handed done through generations...
Even those related,
Had no depth of who they were.
Or cared what that depth to them had meant!
With a self destruction taught,
And applied with skill...
They adopted missions,
To ruin themselves with disrespect...
An accomplishment met at will!
And when they realized,
They were killing their own kind?
In their minds they were too far gone...
And blind to the fact,
They were ending their bloodlines!
With each child slapped,
By an ignorant stance that held them back!
And destroyed the ones who sacrificed,
To keep them nourished with a love of self...
They severely did lack.
They despised the ones who told them that.
They were not raised to praise themselves.
Nor kept a pride they encouraged to flourish!
Discouragement was their prize.
Enjoying acts of scandal and slander!
Lies!
As if this was dessert,
To serve to those attacked...
Demoralized,
And criticized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Nourish
I will nourish.
And will grow.
I wish to encourage,
Others uncertain to flourish.
And know they too can soar.
I will nourish.
And will grow.
I wish to encourage,
Others uncertain to flourish.
And know they too can soar.
OH
I
Will
Nourish!
And I will grow.
This is what I want,
And I will make it so!
Yes...
OH
I
Will
Nourish!
And I will grow.
This is what I want,
And I will make it so!
Yes...
This is what I want,
And I will make it so!
I will nourish.
And will grow.
I wish to encourage,
Others uncertain...
To flourish,
With courage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Jesus Lizard
Button your lip and don’t let the veil slip
Take a restoring sip on the cool virgin draft
If they try to reveal your hush-hush disguise
And unnamed black op spies
You can hide hide hide
Behind cloaked lizard eyes
You put on your false face and mislead the world under shroud
Fixing your grin as you venomously speak to the crowd
Hissing a laugh side by side with the lies
With the men who are endowed
You hide hide hide
Behind delicate eyes
We believed in their pledges of civil rights, welfare and a fair retirement age
Now we’re lost in a haze of half-truths and a meager wage
Our best wine has gone dry and absolute rule is nigh
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
And you hide hide hide
Behind mild, holy eyes
poem by Mason Maestro
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Days Before You Came
Days before you came
Freezing cold and empty
Towns that change their name
And a horn of plenty
Days before you came
Counting breaths inside me
Even crack cocaine
Couldn't start to hide me
Won't you join me now
Baby's looking torn and frayed
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade
Won't you join me now
Baby's looking to get laid
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade
Days before you came
It always seemed enticing
to be naked and profane
there is no denying
Days before you came
Thunderbolts and lightning
Each day a brand new vein
Each tourniquet colliding
Didn't what you anyway [x4]
Won't you join me now
Baby's looking torn and frayed
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade
Won't you join me now
Baby's looking to get laid
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade
Days before you came [repeat]
song performed by by Placebo from Reinventing The Steel
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I Am No Politician
I am no politician.
I am direct.
Every blemish and flaw I have,
I accept without regret.
I am not trying to win your approval
To represent your requests.
Nor will I disappoint you...
With deceit to later confess.
I am no politician.
Seeking a way to line my pockets.
I find that disgusting!
And I observe those who can not stop it!
Your quality of life...
With standards you behold.
Isn't my fault at all!
That your best interests,
They have sold!
You selected them to dismiss me.
To keep me and mine in check!
You elected them to suppress my dignity.
To keep my indentity distressed.
You chose them to divide and conquer.
By rules and laws
They clearly defied...
You now regret!
Why me...
You despise?
I am no politician!
My priorities are my happiness.
Not to masquerade with pretentions...
For purposes to make promises,
With intentions to forget.
I am no politician...
To trap you like prey.
And dangle you to capture...
As I make arrangements with others,
To take away the safety from your nests.
To portray in false charades.
I am no politician.
So voice your anger,
To those you believed...
Would come to your aid.
While on your knees you plead.
I am no politician!
I sleep at night.
In peace and at rest!
I am no politician...
Nor a hypocrite you will find,
Who will say something other
Than what is on my mind!
You can bet,
With respect...
I am direct.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masquerade
Im here , laying underneath
But there is nothing left to say
You slowly went your way from me
Felt your softness fade away
Who am I ?
To make you stay
Oh , here we go again
Entering the masquerade
This is the place
Dreams will shatter
Cover your face and care no more
She dont care no more
These narrowed eyes I dont know
Nothing is there behind
The mask you wear
Now it feels so unreal
Cold as ice
This face I see
Masquerade , masquerade
Let me out
Masquerade, masquerade
Care no more
Masquerade
She dont care no more
Masquerade, masquerade
Let me out to save her
song performed by by Xymox
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Self and Identity
It is never too late,
For one to discover self and identity.
However,
I do not believe they should expect,
Fanfare.
Especially from those,
Who have chosen this route to take...
Most of their lives without fearing to be themselves.
And many of them without the benefit of respect given,
From those still in masquerade.
And seeking approval...
For the worn out sterotypical images,
They find easy to address and adorn.
No matter how outdated the disgracing beratements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beauty of My Reality
Keep in mind...
When you decide it is time,
To critique my 'disposition'.
None of the scars I have,
Did you earned.
Keep that in mind!
And remember this...
It took me years to perfect,
The art of being offensive.
And knowing who to direct it to!
Long before you arrived...
I saw those adorn their charades,
To masquerade in disguise.
You...
On the other hand,
Wouldn't understand...
The roots of my embitterness.
Your pains came from TV watching.
With that as an association.
To channel switch or stop with blocking.
You can if you wish dismiss my experiences.
To delude them with your fantasies kept!
But my steps no one has sacrificed to make.
They wouldn't know how they are placed.
Or what it takes to make them.
And that is the beauty of my reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Disguise And Unapologetic
Have you ever noticed,
Misery loves its company...
Daytime, night-time.
Anyplace, anywhere...
In disguise and unapologetic.
And ready to introduce itself,
As if in masquerade to hide!
However...
Its sorrows are carried,
To emerge much recognized.
Overeating has to be,
A misery.
There is something 'amiss' with,
Someone obviously addicted...
To eating and can not quit.
And in their cheerfulness displayed,
There is no dismissing this one bit.
One's weigh says all of it.
'I really don't eat that much!
I'm 'big' boned.'
And it becomes difficult not to say...
'Try sewing up your lips.'
That would not be appropriate.
Would it?
Or...
'I agree.
You are just weighted with a sickness.
And it shows in a large degree.'
No.
To 'those' places...
One should not go!
But accepting 'this' is a misery too!
Watching family and friends,
Doing the things they do.
*When was the last time,
You visited a zoo?
I wonder if elephants and hippos,
Make excuses for the truth.*
'And what are you saying? *
*Nothing at all.
I've just never seen,
A bird lift its wings.
To eat anything...
But couldn't fly to become stalled.*
'Your analogies,
Don't make sense at all.'
*Oh I'm hoping one day they do! *
Have you ever noticed,
Misery loves its company...
Daytime, night-time.
Anyplace, anywhere...
In disguise and unapologetic.
And ready to introduce itself,
As if in masquerade to hide!
However...
Its sorrows are carried,
To emerge much recognized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The symbiosis
Your man and my woman
Stand there as two trees above,
We both, as their roots below,
Feed each other to nourish
Our trees above to flourish.
Unaware, they, too, aren’t in anguish.
Is not it fit for us to cherish
In that because of you, me and
Because of me, you, grow rich
In our luster to entice our partners?
One can fence the shoots;
Can one, the roots?
One can guard the bodies.
Can one, the hearts?
29.06.1999 Pala29.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Baiting To Receive
The only thing those in masquerade,
Are baiting to receive is a compliment.
Give it without commenting on the costume.
Unless you seek to play a round of charades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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