Chosen Sensations Wished
It is a relief,
To be cut free from accusations.
Or to feel the one despised,
By those unaccustomed to truth.
And leaving that blindside ignored,
To produce preferred fantasies.
It is much easier to observe,
Those who now recognize their own delusions.
With the realization any victimization,
Had been tunneled visioned.
And numbed by chosen sensations wished,
In comforting self inflicted temptations desired.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unquestioned Madness
An escape route from reality has been discovered.
Those cherishing their delusions,
Have come to sigh a breath of relief.
A last minute effort to smother them with truth...
Was discovered to be too cruel.
Too much of it on them released!
And too traumatic an event...
Causing the advent of a massive anxiety,
Carefully prevented.
'Sales revenue and holiday shoppers,
Must be protected!
They must not suspect...
A way of life lived is not accepted.
Shower them with Christmas scents,
And gifts to pick throughout all seasons.'
Fantasies have been extended...
With unlimited pretensions granted for all.
Accountability has been dismissed!
With permissions of accusations,
To inflict those innocent...
With encouragment.
And to become less appalled,
By those left in gutters crawling.
'Free coupons and rebates?
A momentary payoff for those being ripped off!
But kept flooded with delusions! '
This is the bliss that is wished by those sick!
And raising their voices to insist a boasting lift to this,
Unquestioned madness existing.
Is a quality of life needed,
To feed addictions to defend!
And nothing on Earth will keep their beliefs from them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Examined From A Distance
When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given,
While feeding their minds on poisonous adulation...
There will be those assisting without resisting this.
And as accessories refuse an active involvement,
Labelled to be seen but not apologetic.
There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
And determined...
To supply whatever it is that is wished as a need,
In an atmosphere condoning betrayal and treason.
Deliveries done to quiet the dictates...
Of those spoiled with a getting sought,
With a vicious disregard for dignity and composure.
The soothing of a monster,
Becomes the number one priority!
When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given.
Fantasizing on an achieving of fantastic outcomes...
Seems not to be in the arena,
Where truth and honesty frequently perform....
With every bat of an eyelash examined from a distance.
To that one who is...
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance...
With senses numbed!
And flowing into engulfing seas.
Where can one run...
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sliced and Served À La Mode
Are there secrets leaked when weeping?
'Something' starts those tears to fall.
If this relief allows one to easily breathe...
Then let it be done,
If this should bring comfort to some.
Can accusations stir up sensations,
When those conservative...
Land on mavericks like fleas?
And those who are liberal,
Take the blame for being too cerebral...
Explaining what is wrong,
In explanations boring and far too long!
Leaving those crying...
And ready to explode,
For a wish of simplicity...
Peacefully sliced and served à la mode!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Essential to Growth
Essential to growth,
Is listening.
And those factors that bridge,
Understanding...
Do introduce comprehension.
That contribute to dimensions,
Of communication.
To turn away a blind eye,
Does not attract clarity.
Many of those,
Who are tunneled visioned folks...
Find themselves easily provoked,
By self imposing delusions.
With the hope their fears are not exposed.
Although...
They do show a tendency to represent,
A majority who are dissenters.
And...
Essential to one's growth,
They must not be disregarded...
From enhancing one's life!
Whether they are discovered to be wrong or right.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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See Yourself
Its easier to tell a lie than it is to tell the truth
Its easier to kill a fly than it is to turn it loose
Its easier to criticize somebody else
Than to see yourself
Its easier to give a sigh and be like all the rest
Who stand around and crucify you while you do your best
Its easier to see the books upon the shelf
Than to see yourself
Its easier to hurt someone and make them cry
Than it is to dry their eyes
I got tired of fooling around with other peoples lies
Rather Id find someone thats true
Its easier to say you wont than it is to feel you can
Its easier to drag your feet than it is to be a man
Its easier to look at someone eless wealth
Than to see yourself
song performed by by George Harrison
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Fake and Hollow Platitudes
All of their lives,
They have been addicted to lies.
The truth is despised.
Along with those who tell it.
But even their fantasies...
Once leased,
With credit extended.
Have many attending church these days,
Praying to God...
To keep their sweetened delusions alive.
But still they try to persuade God...
They are of true faith.
As if God is flattered,
By fake and hollow platitudes.
As if God is there to be abused...
By a show of their empty praises.
As if God is a creation...
Of their Wall Street wishes,
And its fluctuations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying On Their Knees
The increase of self righteousness,
Shown by those deep in deceptive...
False claims and accusations made,
Is clearly on the surface now.
Hightening tensions amongst those of 'faith'.
But afraid they are.
Proving their faith to be fake!
And from this there is no escape that erases.
And for anyone choosing,
To remain smothered in denial...
With hopes that what is being exposed,
Is a trick to dispose of their fantasies...
Are closer than they realize,
To experiencing truth accompanied by realities.
Leaving the increase,
Of those of self righteous beliefs...
Deep in the thick of deceptive false claims.
And accusations made.
While those praying on their knees,
Hoping truth from them will vanish...
To forever go away and permanently leave,
Should prepare to be traumatized...
For the rest of their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Which Has Never Existed
Deprive them the ability to afford their dreams.
And pretensions to protect.
Deplete them of fantasies that fed their delusions.
And those impressions made that were the best.
Make real the realities upon them felt to feel,
With a breath to accept and all denials revealed.
What part has Mother Nature played,
In exposing that which has been concealed?
Assist them then with the crushing of all their traditions.
And foundations historically created to believe.
Leaving people to awaken to wonder,
Why they have been on their knees praying faithfully...
To that which has never existed.
Making it easier to control them.
And ensuring no resistance!
As one world with a few who rule expect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Calculating Steps of Beasts
The evolution process,
Rises up another notch!
And the secret building
Of detention camps...
Will not stop,
What God has chosen
To propose!
All concepts of life,
Implanted by man...
Comes to an end!
For a comprehension now unknown,
To begin!
And those who chose to follow truth,
Are slowly being introduced...
To a way of life,
Without threats of war!
Or have suffering inflicted by others ignored.
Or combat troops seduced to locate enemies.
To raise a fear we all see on TV!
Lies have been induced,
To produce a cause for 'peace'.
And no detention camps constructed...
Will ever disguise,
The calculating steps
Of demonic chest beating beasts...
Feeding on flesh as if invited to feast!
And those who followed them will soon recognize...
How this travesty has caused their demise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unpleasant
Unpleasant for some,
Is a truth that is spoken.
Unpleasant it may be,
For those fantasized with delusions protected.
Although they hide them from being criticized.
Truth is neither negative or positive.
It exists to be just that.
And those unaccustomed,
To know it for what it is.
Will always deny it a visit.
But it will come to sit...
Regardless who finds it to be unpleasant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh What A Relief Appears
Ironically enough,
The ones who had criticized...
The others tiredlessly exhausting themselves,
From Sunrise until night.
For all to acknowledge and recognize,
Something done has been finally done right...
Have yet to be the ones to produce.
But instead have proven,
Their enthusiasm to critique is what they best do.
Leaving those who have had judgements upon them passed,
To live happily and distanced...
From people like this who insist they have a better prescription,
With a dropping of their actions to start...
A happiness that is!
And oh...
What a relief appears,
Without a plopping to flop to fizz.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sudden Realization
A realization came by
So sudden and abrupt
I imagined I could fly
And all emotions erupt
A realization made by the view
Of your radiant face
Only appreciated by a few
The face, the face that makes my heart pace
A realization so surreal
A realization so joyful
The realization that I feel,
'Twas so beautiful
Let us not make this realization
Come to naught
For all I have seen in this elation
Was all that's been in thought
A realization came by
So wonderful and joyous
From it, we shy
Let's not, but venture the word, "us"
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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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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This Addicted Feeding of Spoiled Greed
Change for many is unbearable.
It is feared.
A life known lived,
In accepted stagnation...
With those corrupted leading the degradation,
Is familiar and preferred.
A slower decline into devastation...
For those who distrust truth,
Is heard and followed until this is allowed,
And occurs within the minds of those 'conservative'.
With delusions again winning like a surging herd,
Over common sense entrapped without defense.
People miss and hunger for...
Their sweetened fantasies.
Although it has been stated more and more,
The economy can no longer support,
This addicted feeding of spoiled greed...
That has depleted all vision of demanding sensibilities.
Who are the 'centrists' against 'liberalists'?
With their wishes...
For a return to cobbled streets!
And a dimming of consciousness.
Wanting more to be free to live selfishly!
Even if it means to do it in total darkness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did You Pass or Fail?
Why is it easier to be arrogant?
Why is it easier to be cruel?
Why is it easier to be evil?
Why is it easier to hurt?
Why is it easier to an asshole?
Why is it easier to victimize?
Why is it easier to abuse?
Why is it easier to use?
Why is it easier to be greedy?
Why is it easier to be selfish?
Why is it easier to be self centered?
Why is it easier to steal?
Why is it easier to manipulate?
Why is it easier to lie?
My thoughts is it is a test to all man kind
Did you pass or fail?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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How It Has Been Depicted
That which can not be envisioned,
In a mind yet unable to see clearly...
A defending of that,
Which increases in limitation...
Becomes more depended upon,
To supply one with a needed relief.
With an attachment to that,
Which has been declared acceptable.
Until it no longer is comforting to do it.
Or a proving that deception is useless.
And a belief that has been inflicted,
Will always be defended.
And that is as natural...
As one being offended,
By that which is unknown.
Until the unknown becomes no longer feared.
And to fear that which is unfamiliar,
Is a process that continues to deform the 'norm'...
Of one's ability to see beyond a conformity,
That demands a following of perceptions.
Kept intact and respected as fact.
Although the effects of rejecting truth,
Can not be said to provide a wealth of mental health.
Or sustains a faith so great one chooses,
To stay and remain uninformed.
Not for what truth is but how it has been depicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught Up In a Mess
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From a secret kept,
Discreet and much deceiving.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From secrets kept,
Now destroying democracy.
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
No benefit comes to visit and stay.
And we are turned away,
From those questions we want answered.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From secrets kept,
Now destroying democracy.
Well, well...
It just amazes.
Well, well...
More are not crazed.
Well, well...
It seems we're closer,
To those final days.
Well, well...
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intentional
No matter what may be done or said,
When that action in time takes place...
Someone will feel left out instead.
Not because of the action,
Done or said.
But how it was related when instigated.
Whoever made it fun for one,
To berate another with a blurting tongue...
The day will come,
When a similar deed is repeated.
With a singing of a song sung,
Or a tune heard hummed.
With no exit to ignore it to escape or leave,
The perpetrator remembered...
Will then be seeking empathy.
That no one with heart and soul intact,
Will care to release to relieve.
To set one free from memories.
This Earth is not flat,
It looks as if round.
And rotates on an axis,
To return to a place of origin always found.
And that is a fact when one sits to think,
Of those thoughts trapped to sit cemented...
In intentional inequities inflicted to sting and meant!
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
What goes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Comes around...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
It is all quite intentional.
'Never accuse me again,
Of not having substance! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
'Never...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Accuse...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Me...
Inflicted to sting and meant!
Again! '
Inflicted to sting and meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destroying Themselves As Well
Someone knows,
To what to them has been fed...
That motivates their action to pick,
A victimization that defeats another.
With a drive they can not quit.
Someone like this has been promised,
Something that pleases.
Something involving one's ego...
That satisfies the blindness,
Of its increasing evilness.
People are teased on a constant basis,
With something desired...
That comes to jeopardize their integrity.
And people who wish to do harm to others...
Aren't thinking at all how a temporary taste,
Effects their entire destiny that is wasted.
Someone knows,
To what to them has been fed...
That motivates their action to pick,
A victimization that defeats another.
With a destroying of themselves as well,
In a complete wickedness that's sick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fugitives
Of course there are those,
Who oppose sweeping changes.
Many of them accustomed,
To maintaining a snob appeal.
With a stunning realization,
Their tactics to hide flaws and character degradations...
Behind insecurities they decided,
Would be best to divide...
Those in groups,
They duped to choose to demoralize.
Has them on the run.
And not for sport or fun to be done.
Now the experience of the clearing of the field...
Yields their debris.
And produces screams...
'Where is the justice?
Where is 'our' democracy? '
ATTENTION. ATTENTION!
Now hear this...
~On the field of your endeavors!
That's where the yielding exposes your deeds.
And 'rights' to exploit without insight.
Your democracy has been sold, '
To those overseas.~
Of course there are those,
Who enjoyed being 'they' and 'them'.
And to be subjected,
To effective disrespect...
Without definite identities.
Pleasing many of them,
To just lay low as victims.
In minority blends,
And considered non-entities.
A status that leaves many quite pleased.
That declaration keeps them hidden,
From accountability.
With fears their incompetence,
Would someday have a visibility.
And accusations shared,
Would no longer be a necessity.
As an openness,
Would set them free.
A freedom not before conceived.
*We are now free?
Why? *
And divisions between those of pretensions,
And those oppressed by deceitful deeds.
Eventually becomes more apparent,
As to who has been enslaved.
By lifestyles generated in dishonesty.
And who accepted scaps,
As a shallowing done...
While feasting on superficial greed.
Of course there are those,
Who oppose sweeping changes.
Of course there are those,
Who enjoyed being 'they' and 'them.
Now all affected have been left,
With addictions that transfixed.
In traumatic depression.
And a fear of reality,
That attacks their fantasies.
Fantasies fed.
And...
In their minds sit fixed!
All affected have been left.
In traumatic depression.
And fears of reality.
As fantasies kept deluded,
Refuses truth...
In the mix.
Standards and values are being attacked.
As they sit fixed in minds denying...
They are suspects.
And they are...
Fugitives left clue and witless.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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