Bucket Duties
It amazes.
The power of denial.
Some would rather dump buckets of it,
Away on a daily basis.
Than to confront its origin.
Instead,
There are conferences held....
For the purposes to debate,
The longevity of reality.
And how best it can be combated.
To defend the prolonging of delusions.
As utterances of a guaranteed victory,
Is leaked.
To calm the nerves of those,
In between their bucket duties.
And assignments to find fresh excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traumatized By Too Much Reality
The one thing that can be said...
About those who are traumatized,
By too much reality faced on a daily basis!
Is this...
They will always find others to help protect them,
And their delusions.
While depicting those who speak truth comfortably,
As vicious and mean.
And insensitive to the ones,
Who disrespect honesty...
With embellished acceptable lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Replayed In a Staleness Saved
Those remembering yesterday who said it is never too late...
Are those today who say how fast time has passed.
With wishes they had not sat to watch it,
Leave them and their procrastinations...
Rush by them without hesitation.
To age in dated excuses,
Replayed in a staleness saved!
For purposes to conduct discussions,
About the good old days!
With applied embellishments,
And exaggerated activities...
Just to induce another round of delusions,
That heightens with brightness one's self importance.
Detailing daily fresh versions of changed facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Minimal Of Effort To Convince
Isn't it easier to accuse another,
With the finding of excuses done...
For that which we do to initiate,
Than it is to step forward...
Without the presence of a safety net.
Or running behind those we 'contaminate'...
Who are willing to defend us and protect.
Isn't it easier to accuse anyone for that matter,
With a making up of excuses done on a daily basis...
For what it is we do that we implement consciously,
As long as we know...
We can fool anyone to buy anything,
From us we bring to them to sell...
With a minimal of effort to convince we are innocent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bucket T
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Found her in a barn in tennessee
I paid five bucks for my bucket t
Took me three years of sweat and blood
To clean off all that tennessee mud
Chorus:
My bucket t (bucket t)
Bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
T t t... bucket bucket bucket...
Cruise down the street in front of school
I wanna rev it up but I gotta be cool
Drivin down the road Ill get my kicks
Apoppin the clutch and aslippin the sticks
[chorus]
I was right, too, shes first in her class
Theres nothing on the freeway she dont pass
All the girls want to take a ride with me
But theres only one seat in my bucket t
[chorus]
song performed by by Who
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Pendulum
The asylum now has reopened for tours.
Renovated with new padding.
With personalized doors...
To reduce confusion.
And to highlight the colors...
On the coded carpeted floors.
Each cell has fresh paint.
In pastels of rose and lime.
And the ceilings of sky blue...
Allow the clients,
To stare clear through.
With imaginations fixed...
Only if they choose.
Medicated and sedated...
To keep delusions fresh.
And soothing music to calm the nerves.
To assist a reality...
Quietly put to death.
And these 'refugees'
Are quite different from the ones...
Proclaimed to have once lived in New Orleans.
A pendulum...
Has completed its swing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Bucket Of Water
One bucket of water
Razed the city to ashes.
One bucket of water
Could not quench the fire
Blazing from the town's
Central pump.
One bucket of water
A man held, jumped the
Queue to the pump.
One bucket of water
At the pump, about to
Collect water, resisted.
They stared each other
In the eye. Their tribal
Marks were different.
They threw caution to
The winds. Including
All buckets on the line.
Everyone queued behind
Their tribal marks. And
The city burnt through its
Length and breath. Death
Sprung out of life. And life
Spilled out of the bucket.
poem by Adeoye Adetoba
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I Don't Have To Crusade
I don't have to crusade to make a difference made.
If I can eliminate myself from making excuses,
To defend on a daily basis to allow that shown...
I've already impressed someone,
By a taking of that step I can identify as change.
And if I can do that for myself first to prioritize,
I've already made that difference to me known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We live in a nightmare of falsehoods, and there are few who are sufficiently awake and aware to see hings as they are. Our first duty is to clear away illusions and recover a sense of reality. If war should come, it will do so on account of our delusions, for which our hag-ridden conscience attempts to find moral excuses. To recover a sense of reality is to recover the truth about ourselves and the world in which we live, and thereby to gain the power of keeping this world from flying asunder.
quote by Nikolai Berdyaev
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I Give My Power Away
I give my power away when I say I have problems to you,
especially when I don't recognize if they are really true.
I give my power away
that you can shove in my face on another day.
Acting like you have all the answers for me
when all you have is your reality.
Your reality of you feeling sorry for me
when you are just jealous and have insecurity.
So I brought myself down, so you could bring yourself up.
Then I let you sit there and dump.
Dump your anger and jealousy over on to me
without me realizing that it was never meant to be.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 2012
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Servant Sent
Reveal those duties,
That I have.
To do Your will,
My Father.
My assignments are designed by You,
For a purpose.
I wish to align myself to good deeds done.
I welcome this task.
Unmasked I am and bared.
All I ask...
Reveal those duties,
That I have.
To do Your will,
My Father.
My assignments are designed by You,
For a purpose.
Help me to usurp the needed strength.
From surrounded decadence lamented.
I am Your servant sent.
From walls to finger printed paint.
To graduate to pencil, pad and pen...
For You,
My Father...
Is my life experienced meant to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Buckets Got A Hole In It
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by clarence williams
Capo: 2nd fret/key: e/play: d
First chorus
Intro: [d] ...[a7] ...[d] ... [d7]
Yea! my buckets got a [g] hole in it
Yea! my buckets got a [d] hole in it
Yea! my buckets got a [a7] hole in it
I cant buy no [d] beer.
Well Im standin on a [g] corner - with a bucket in my [d] hand
Im waitin for a [a7] woman - that aint got no [d] man.
2nd chorus
cause my buckets got a [g] hole in it
Yea! my buckets got a [d] hole in it
Yea! my buckets got a [a7] hole in it
I cant buy no [d] beer.
Well, I went upon the [g] mountain - I looked down in the [d] sea
I seen the crabs and the [a7] fishes - doin the be-bop-[d] bee.
2nd chorus
Well, there aint no [g] use - of me workin so [d] hard
When I got a [a7] woman - in the boss mans [d] yard.
2nd chorus
Extra verse.
Well, me and my baby - we just bought a ford
And now we sit together - on the running board.
1st chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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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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Self Betrayed
A new day.
And yet...
The same people,
Use fresh excuses.
Without delay...
Although in denial and self betrayed,
They portray themselves...
As ready to accept whatever it is they must.
But they distrust and fear being exposed by reality!
And whatever is done they do,
Is not connected to solving solutions.
And common sense to them has not been introduced.
They refuse to see themselves as the ones with problems!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brimming to the Rim In Denial
Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
That can not be erased,
As seen.
No matter who declares,
What 'is' or is not obscene.
Truth is not another version of deceit.
To be interpreted to inspire a life of delusions.
And delusions have never strengthened reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Romantacized
You have romantacized me,
Right out of your life.
I am not here to fulfill your whims.
Or guarantee,
The longevity of my smile.
Or my need to have us up in each other's face.
On a daily basis.
My dislike for leftovers,
Should provide a hint!
I don't do them...
Often.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Kicking To The Curb
Although my journey...
Has seemed sometimes long,
With a prolonging of obstacles to face...
I have managed to slowly erase them with faith.
As well as a chasing away of 'expected' obstacles...
Presented to prevent what I must do each day.
I had to grow stronger and determined,
To prove for no one else but myself...
The steps that I take on the path I am on...
I am on it because I belong,
In the doing with a purpose.
And serving this purpose as it deserves.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I recognize my blessings.
And on a daily basis I will and can say,
I have recognized those foes...
Hoping to block my way,
From the crevices of shadows fading.
And...
On a daily basis I will and can say,
The Creator is responsible...
For removing opposition in my way that sit.
Trying to upset me with conflicts to afflict.
The Creator is responsible...
For not allowing this to persist.
And with a knowing of that,
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
All that which attempts to delay my mission.
It is with a kicking to the curb I do...
To eliminate from me aches of all kinds,
From my mind to exist...
With an assistance only God can give.
It is with my Father's wishes,
The Creator of ALL there is 'that' is...
That has done this to mend AND fix!
And He, My Father...
Will not continue to permit,
The foolishness of nonsense...
To attack me with that kind of grip.
God has shown me I need not put up with it.
And...
With a clearing of the way for only HIS will to be done!
As it shall be...nonsense gets out of the mix.
Since The Creator alone,
Rules the Kingdom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Side Affects
It is amaziing how one lie lived,
Can become the basis...
Of a faith based foundation,
Many will argue...
Has no benefit felt deeply within them.
To then have it said,
Principles of deceit...
Are studied and practiced,
With devoted longevity!
Beliefs kept and held begin to fall apart.
And trith of one's origin,
Is discarded and treated like molded meat.
To be buried.
Just as effectively as the creation of diseases.
To promote health industries.
With cures promised all will see,
Eventually.
IF...
Only the people follow the advice authorized,
As issued...
Those self help remedies seen as broadcasted,
On their wide screen TV's.
With side affects scrolling by...
Faster than a bolt of lightening.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Comes Is a Clean Sweep
They await on the sidelines for fresh meat.
For someone to be accountable,
To dump upon them their grief.
But a new leadership being installed will not have that.
Not at all.
Especially when the current crap...
Had been left behind by the ones they followed.
To leave them in their squalor trapped.
As they sat back getting fat.
Believing that a reality coming to meet them...
Is going to keep their delusions intact!
But 'that' is not going to happen!
What is...
Will be an introduction,
Free of seduction and deceit.
What comes is a clean sweep,
Of all their fantasies they've been made to believe.
And many will be traumatized,
When those days of greed and gluttony...
Will forever from them leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preferred Distractions
If you have recently discovered,
You have become one of many people...
Who have awakened to ask,
'What is going on? '
And you are dismayed and distraught by it?
Why concern yourself with the facts of life now?
Crawl back into your shell.
Denial hasn't kept you from redecorating.
And those in denial always find a way,
To address their beliefs to keep themselves...
In preferred distractions to attract whatever it is,
They stubbornly keep intact as a reality kept protected.
And who has the right to say,
A reality that affects the lives of everyone...
Is a reality everyone 'should' accept and MUST face?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned to Have Patience
If you dislike what you see...
At least you have options.
You can turn around and leave.
I don't like what I see or hear...
Breathe, taste, confront or made to tolerate,
On a daily basis.
I've been conditioned to have patience.
And to believe that the 'afterlife'...
Is abundant for me in opportunity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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