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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Perception
People do choose to protect their delusions,
In ways they've been taught...
Feels safe.
And perception plays a major part,
In the separating of truth...
From one's mind and heart!
If someone believes what another has said...
Little if any research will be done,
Before what has been shared is spread.
And this eases the way,
For a round of gossip to land in one's head.
And perception plays a major part,
In the separating of truth...
From one's mind and heart!
People do choose to protect their delusions,
In ways they've been taught...
Feels safe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Options of Deceit
I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.
And what I discovered about truth...
Had me dilute those delusions,
Until I was able to let them go completely.
I did not know truth and honesty...
Were not options of deceit?
Did you?
I believed deceit was used,
To protect those afraid to be too honest.
And I had heard that truth hurts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'd Like To Practice Harmony
I'd like to snap you back,
To a place,
We had!
I'd like to snap you back,
To a time before delusions.
I'd like to snap us back,
When we were happy and glad.
I'd like to snap us back!
And awaken from delusions.
I'd like to practice harmony...
And get more of that!
I'd like to snap us back!
And awaken from delusions.
I'd like to practice harmony...
And get more of that!
I'd like to snap you back,
To a place,
We had!
There was no substitution,
For the love we made.
I'd like to snap us back!
And awaken from delusions.
There was no substitution,
For the love we made.
I'd like to snap you back,
To a place,
We had!
I'd like to snap you back,
To a time before delusions.
I'd like to snap you back,
To a place,
We had!
I'd like to snap you back,
To a time before delusions.
I'd like to snap us back!
And awaken from delusions.
I'd like to practice harmony...
And get more of that!
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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Undecided
The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!
Reality should remove conditions for debate.
It would seem to aid those in doubt.
With little to figure out.
But many refuse to see...
What 'is' for what it 'is'.
As they seek confirmation,
For their delusions kept!
And that is why so many are left,
To choose the more painless side of life.
While wishing to live it to remain undecided.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Forty-Six & 2
My shadow's
Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within
My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
song performed by by Tool
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Forty-six 2
My shadows
Shedding skin and
Ive been picking
Scabs again.
Im down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.
Ive been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what couldve been.
Ive been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what Ive been hiding in
My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadows shedding skin
Ive been picking
My scabs again.
Ive been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what couldve been.
Ive been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing Ive endured within
My shadow
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what Ive been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
song performed by by Tool
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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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To Add Onto A Collection Of Experiences
The choices made we make,
For our lives to ensure no heartbreaks.
Fixed to a perfectness approved.
To later realize a buyer's remorse,
Wishing for an instant removal from it...
Depends on what is to us received.
Or believed what to us has been sold,
As a purchase to increase...
Those accepted possibilities.
With definitive choices to choose our escapes.
It takes one being awake,
To recognize safety nets are not in place.
It takes one being unafraid,
To face the 'opportunity' to make mistakes.
With a feeling later to discover,
It is okay...
To live a life falling down.
With a getting up from the ground.
Just to add onto a collection of experiences.
And those we keep as priceless treasures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Length Of Love
This could be destiny
Oh sweetheart
I've had no sense of time
Since we started
I got friends in need
Oh sweetheart
I've grown lengths and lengths and lengths of love
Since we started this thing out
Combat salacious removal
Combat salacious removal
There is a bitter breed
Oh sweetheart
They will be watching you sometimes
With their bitter hearts
But we are through with these
Oh we're shifting the heartache
We want strong summer love, the most robust blood
Just to stay awake
Combat salacious removal
Combat salacious removal
Combat salacious removal
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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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Our Ability To Avoid Reality
What is happening to our youth today?
A reflection of our ability to avoid reality.
With a taste to keep our delusions and denials,
Fantasized as someone else's responsibility to criticize...
To enable us to be less accountable,
For anything in our lives that identifies with truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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People Choose To Die
People choose to die
He smokes even though he knows each smoke he takes kills him
People choose to die
She stays with him even though he beats her every night
People choose to die
He continues to be a prostitute even though he's been living with HIV for the last 3 years.
People choose to die
She drinks and drives even though she's been in 15 drunk driving accidents. Even hit a little girl.
People choose to die.
Thats what we fail to realize.
(6-23-09)
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Too Many Gifted Drift On 'Ifs
Too many gifted drift on 'ifs'.
Unsatisfied with a life that's missed.
And this is what is reminisced...
When giving up on rhythm and reason!
To stay stuck in ruts they choose to live in.
Too many want to give up just lip.
Sitting to dwell in aging sentiments.
To waste every second someone gives them.
And puffing hot air about nothing!
A swift kick in the rear will motivate.
Rotating stale debates don't renovate.
Procrastinators hesitate in waste.
Initiating simulated movement faked.
Eliminating anything that takes...
Removal of excuses that create headaches.
With a towing of their moans they own!
Too many gifted drift on 'ifs'.
Unsatisfied with a life that's missed.
And this is what is reminisced...
When giving up on rhythm and reason!
To stay stuck in ruts they choose to live in.
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Well, that's the - the removal from office and removal of the Ten Commandments were two different issues.
Choose to Live Life
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.
Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.
Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.
Choose to live your life.
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.
Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am my own man for Jt Ellison
They say I’m mad but I don’t care
It’s merely eccentricity
If I was poor I would be mad
but I am not which makes me glad
I have my own psychiatrist
He thinks he knows much more than me.
He has delusions which persist
Which I encourage quietly.
So he advances theories
meant to explain what makes me tick.
Tries to diagnose some disease.
He cannot see I am not sick.
I did not choose to be a clone
accept opinions tailor made
He is a fool he should have known
That I would see through his charade.
I am not mad just different.
Simply because I choose to be
I go my own way quite content
Proud of my eccentricity.
12-Oct-08
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Abstracted To Dance Around
More abstracted to dance around the facts,
Has become an acceptable transaction...
Between those who choose,
Their fixed entitlements as an excuse...
To not abuse delusions held exclusively,
Kept to confuse an implementation of fiction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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