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Choices Unwisely Made

Unfortuately...
A vote against reality,
Does not prevent its presence.

To choose to combat delusions,
And decaying fantasies.
Ushers in a clarity.

And does not waste,
Choices unwisely made.
To keep truth resisted.
Or a foolishness debated.

Yet...
Still the darkness of ignorance,
Remains cheered.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Purpose That Remains Effective

Solutions and delusions both,
Have a common connection...
To the existence of a reality resisted.

All three appear to be totally distanced,
From anything decided to be concrete.
And the ones who claim they know what it takes,
To eliminate today's confusion...
Are said to have answers to bring relief.

Although...
It could be debated,
That those deluded have found a solution...
To permanently confuse reality for all.
And with a purpose that remains effective,
Few can honestly say a success has not been achieved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose a Removal of Delusions

If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
Eliminate,
The pacing!
And do,
What it takes.

It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions.

It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions,
Of the one that runs.

Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.

Just sit back,
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.

Relax and...
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.

If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
Eliminate,
The pacing!
And do,
What it takes.

It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions.

Relax and...
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.

Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Harmony With Darkness

It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
And sip on agonies that leave you drained.
The dripping of them from your lips...
Disappoint with those expectations,
You neither receive nor get!
From the exposure of it!

It is clearly known you want this shown.
While secluding your delusions.
Although standards you maintain...
Have strained relationships,
You once had gained.

There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!

You are in harmony with darkness!
A tune sung and kept reminisced.
You are in harmony with darkness!
And plugged you are...
Right into it!

It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
That you alone have invited into your home.
And it is kept pampered like a loyal devoted pet.
One you expect to shower you with misery.
From Sunrise to Sunset!

You are in harmony with darkness.
And you've name it 'Eminent'.
Isn't it...
Eminent?

You are in harmony with darkness.
And it is permanently,
Un-resisted.

There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!

You are in harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness,
Is permanently un-resisted.

Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!

Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!

Oh oh oh oooh!

In harmony with darkness.
Eminent,
Isn't it!
Your harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.

Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angered That Truth Now Sits

The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.

The obviousness of it had yet to arrive,
In my environment.
And the mindsets of the people,
Were still locked into blocking...
Anything that dealt with truth.

When it was spoken,
Voices were raised in protest.
Accusations of being negative were mentioned.
People had become sensitive in the protection,
Of their delusions.
With a defending of their ignorance!

The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.

Today?
People are protesting the fading away,
Of their delusions.
They have begun angered that truth now sits.

Truth has declared it remains to stay!
And not make a temporary visit.
People have become upset with it!
And obsessed with the turning back of a clock.
A clock that has long ran out of time...
For them to find themselves and embrace reality!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Is Making Its Presence Felt

Truth is making its presence felt.
And there are so many,
Who have never dealt with it before.
Believing it to be destructible.
Like a steel fence built.
Or a wall to dvide,
Contructed of concrete.

Truth is as powerful as the air supplied,
One needs to breathe.
And born to ignore it...
Does not ceases its existence!

Truth is making its presence felt.
Much like Mother Nature has...
To those who have a concept,
That the Earth upon all leech...
Is not a living, thinking being.
And how this goes misunderstood...
Is beginning to awaken those asleep!

Truth...
Is making its presence felt.
And an acceptance of it,
Has not been left to debate...
For other choices to make.
Whether the message or the messenger,
Is disliked...
Will not soften the bite of truth.

Be prepared to swallow it!
Or be eatened up and gobbled!

Truth...
Not more variety of delusions,
Is making its presence felt!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Again Those Dancers Bleed

Accusatory.
And historically dancers,
Who prance around accountability.
Choosing to place their responsibilities,
On someone else's shoulders.
To free themselves of reality!

And again those dancers bleed,
Anyone who sacrifices integrity.
With a wish to lead with honesty.
But those represented,
Seek to have their delusions accentuated.
Caring less how their created mess is addressed.

As long as truth from them is arrested,
And not publicly debated.
With a deflation that escalates,
Their addiction to achieve unquestionable waste.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded By a Bondage Devoted to Symbolic Love

The presence of a new consciousness has arrived.
And those still in conflict about a yesterday misunderstood...
Are wondering with concern about those decisions made,
When a focus upon that which is before them...
Remains undone with a denial that it is needed.

And still they wish to proceed in answering questions asked.
From a past that neither has relevance or a significance...
To what is current and existing.
Whether it is resisted or not!
And an addicting ignorance,
Keeps those faithfully blinded by a bondage...
Devoted to symbolic love!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Vote

A single vote may be your victory………..

my vote create the world i live.......a vote that brings my
future near to the distance i see

my vote holds me to achieve..... a reality of my dream to
Conquer, grasp according to my wish

my vote change the chaos i encounter.......a life saving
design of what will be tomorrow of my destiny

my vote wonder every breathe.......a victory to where to
go, beyond uncertain pathways

my vote remember my aspiration.....a longing of joy and
happiness, wonting to know of peace

my vote brings my life......a remembrance of my life of
today, a parting print of my thumbs forever

…..please let my vote be seen, touch and listen for the
wings of the ink, has whisper the truth of what will be
the beginning of history, made this print easy to
count my vote in you is you’re……. victory

poem by Antonio Liao
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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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Choices From Which To Choose

Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream...
Forever.

Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream to...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.

Or to...
Dismiss a wish.

Choices from which to choose,
Does not end one's sense of need.
Or wishes to take a choice that's made,
To satisfy a dream.
And to...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.

To admit to ever...
Having something wanted that is dreamed.

Choices from which to choose,
And...
Never know a chasing of a wanting means.

Choices from which to choose,
And...
Never know a wish that came from dreams.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Novocaine Free

What world have they been living in?
Not to notice the vanishing,
Of their quality of life slowly diminishing.
It's not as if there were not those who said so.
However...
There were those who chose to deny,
They were vicimizing themselves.
By accepting disrespect.
And condoning its appearance...
As the best yet to get.
While making no demands,
By raising a firm hand against this mess.

And suddenly they wish to stop the bleeding?
Suddenly they wish to see their children disciplined.
Suddenly they value the purpose of higher education.
Thinking now becomes a treasure.
And a comprehension is wanted...
By those who now understand,
What the mind can do when it is used.

And now folks choose to move forward...
With beliefs there will be no pain.
And for these folks it will be unfortunate,
For them to experience...
A reality that comes to them,
Novocaine free.
With no numbing of delusions done,
To trade reality for weekend escapades.
What comes is here to stay!
Prickling with truth to aid those awakening...
From their bouts of charaded amnesia.
Recessed with sweetened fantasies!

'1-2-3...
WAKE UP! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Encumbrance

The source of our sins is our delusions.
We taint our thoughts with faux-morality,
And socio-economic poisons—
We cloud the percepts of reality.
We do not understand that hostility
Cannot offer us any solutions.
Likewise, there is little temerity
In taking pursuit of retribution.
We resist seeking the purified mind,
Resigned to the clutters of our comforts.
What clarity might we possibly find
By abandoning our futile efforts?
Why do we not concede to ignorance
When it would recede our full encumbrance?

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Defections

Defections.
One can expect to witness,
Many more of them.
Abandoning a senselessness...
A foolishness fostered in to begin.

The onslaught of reality,
Has set in.
And what is needed to heal and mend...
Is a unity of thought.
Freed from a loss of common sense,
Indecisiveness welcomed with persistence...
More are wishing now to dismiss,
As if it had not existed!

And those who insist to float on a sinking ship...
Are too narrow minded,
With beliefs that will keep them afloat...
Supported by an ignorance,
That remains to leave them adrift.

And those defections are clearly rejections,
Of maintaining a stance...
That has a zero chance to survive.
Especially when truth unlocked out of its confinement,
Has come to reveal itself for what it is.
In the sight of those who now have opened eyes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unnatural Though Accepted

Although observances are founded in reality,
There are those who say these views
Are negative reflections.
If flaws appear to daunt the horizon.
And no one complains about the positive erosion!
A decaying cystal clear.
Unnatural though accepted.
An explosive affect on humanity is occuring,
But...
We are reminded of the advancements made.
Since the invention of electricity,
Allows differences of opinions to be voiced in darkness.
With an assortment of lighting effects to choose!
Many are finding this flexibility
Great for home improvement plans!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who's Gonna Know Their Life Is...

Who's gonna know their life is...
Choices made to live it.
And what they choose to do,
with the manifested tools they use.

Who's gonna know their life is...
What's on their mind.
And...
Not to waste with contemplation,
Time to find to whine.

Now,
Who's gonna know their life is...
Lived to take chances and risks.
Who's gonna know their life is...
More than games and foolishness.
And who's gonna know their life is...
Reaching to fulfill all dreams.
And not to live for the easiness,
To sit back and scheme.

Oh,
Who's gonna know their life is...
Lived to take chances and risks.
And who's gonna know their life is...
More than games and foolishness.
And who's gonna know their life is...
Reaching to fulfill all dreams.
And not to live for the easiness,
To sit back and scheme.
Until they live a life of purpose,
Nothing meant to them has meaning.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who's Side Is He On?

They are doing the best they can,
To blame him for their slide...
Into obscurity.
And the crooks are on a campaign,
To show him in an unfavorable light.
One to ruin his integrity.
To prove to others,
His efforts wont succeed.

And he is the only one who has led,
To champion the truth.
As many who see this...
Have come to despise,
What the evil doers are pursuing to do.
Knowing that without him...
A demise he tries to prevent,
Will not stop a worship in the devilment.

'Who's side is he on?
He has destroyed our delusions.
And most of our fantasies are gone.
We simply can not have this.
Our values, standards and lifestyles...
Are losing a battle against our pretentiousness,
We must keep defended with an intensity meant.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Battle Going On In Their Own Backyards

The only ones that can see what does not exist,
And prevent others from succeeding...
To accuse them of being something they insist,
Is the reason and cause for a production of failures...
Are the very same people destroying themselves,
To blame with their fingers pointed at someone else.

They will praise standards and values,
Even those with microscopes can not find.
They will undermine those who protect them,
Regardless of their self-centered states of mind.
They will paint a picture of a perfect quality of life,
Then charge a fee to get a glimpse of it in a museum.

But a reality to embrace with a facing of their mistakes,
To correct and confess them as they are as visualized...
As seen with a clarity by those eyes removed from disguises,
Is a fight between the ones deluded...
And the many who have begun to confront them with truth.
With a battle going on in their own backyards.

To validate with determination and persistent ignorance...
That fools can and will emerge victorious in their own defeat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Should Get More Involved

You should get more involved.

'In the doing of what? '

Well...
In the uh...er...uh...hmmm.
The...uh...

'I've already done that.
That's why I've stopped wasting my time.
Now I do something far more satisfying.'

That sounds interesting.
What is it that you do?

'I leave people looking for escapes,
From reality to charade delusions...
Alone.
I find it fits my personality.
And besides...
I got tired of debating on what side,
Of a nonaccepting of a reality I was on!
And the choices remained unchanged.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Like a Dose Of Reality

What has been said,
Has been said.
What has been done,
Has been done.
People can flaunt their religious attiutudes.
And call themselves what they want.
Be it Christian, Moslem, Protestan or Jew.
If feelings are hurt,
A forgiveness will not do it.
Manipulations take place.
And people are accustomed,
To give false smiles to hide their two faces.
However,
When feelings are hurt...
It is over!
When misdeeds are done...
Bitterness is not easily erased.
These are not just words,
Written to impress on a page.
Observe this as it is.
And not from a rose colored perspective.
There is nothing like a dose of reality,
To capture in one's mind.
To then leave delusions, fantasies and pretentions behind.
When reality can be approached,
And honesty accompanies...
Necessities to plan, create and/or start wars,
Will end!
Hopefully before ignorance destroys this planet.
Mother Nature aint into manipulation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like a Jackhammer Does to Concrete

Believe in what you choose.
That has remained your policy.
Eventually you will accept the facts,
As they are.
With beliefs you have chosen to keep...
Broken into pieces,
Like a jackhammer does to concrete.
Believe in what you choose!
No one disputes those thoughts coming from you.
Although delusions and fantasies kept today...
Can be likened to a pair of tight shoes worn.
They may look good on one's feet.
However...
The bleeding created and can be seen,
Has to be discomforting.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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