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Clear Description

I am going to be me.
I suggest you do the same.
Or locate someone,
To help you find yourself.
Once you have given them,
A clear description.
And that may take some time,
For that to be defined.
Especially when so many,
Rely on familiar and similar minds!

And breaking away,
From that kind of programming...
Is a challenge to be empathized.
But not to stop and wallow...
In a sobbing sympathy!

If someone is not healing,
By the acceptance of the real deal...
Today.
When reality is taxfree?
And they still have no identity,
That is trusted with truth and honesty?
They can forget it.

They will never recognize themselves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It They Should Feel

I never 'thought' to be me.
I always knew 'me'.
And I was...
Me.
Clearly defined.
And did not mind in my own mind...
That was mine,
The acceptance.
I've been cool with it.
It's a relationship I'm glad I did not miss.
However...
I never knew some pretended,
To be a 'them' they were not.
I was shocked!
Until I saw them in and out of pretensions.
They introduced with familiar shallowness.
And that with not knowing 'who' they are...
Has left what it is they should have been,
Unknown.
And that is why they have no identity.
None that goes recognized or used,
To provide them comfort.
They seem so unrelaxed and 'staged'.
They are simply non-entities.
Seeking to be unified,
By a commonness they see...
But no one feels or can relate,
What it is they should feel.
It is a desperation to save themselves.
From themselves.
But from what?
And to what depths 'that' is kept real?
Depends on 'who' and what they determine,
Is impressed by a falsity imposed.
And how severe the conditioning process,
Has been.
But then again...
I do suppose,
They have somewhere to go...
To induce 'some' kind of reality,
That frees them of their masks!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Forget

All my doctors and friends
Have concocted these theories
Weary of seeing me day after day
On the edge of my bed
Leery of living
My laughter on hold
My sadness on stay
And it's been this way for quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
Couldn't get up today
I pretended a fever
Any excuse but the truth will do
I don't lie very well
No I'm not a deceiver
But I can't bring myself to admit that I'm blue
And it's been this way
For quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
The clock and the calendar
Both an assault
Time goes so slow
It must be my fault
I act like I'm okay
When I'm not okay at all
I forget what to do
I forget what it all means
Don't remember if love ever really felt good
I forget to be here
And not in-between
I'd put on a good show
If only I could
And it's been this way for quite a while
Yes, I forget how to smile
I'd like to rely on my old game and yet
Even that I forget
It's not there, I regret
I forget

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Wallowings

I am in the Wallowing-
there I find my best and worse.

Pity-Wallow is where I focus
all on my self and go inward
for long moments of pity-filled indulgence of self.

Sorrow-Wallow allows me to grieve
on my own terms, yet not really suffer
too much.

Wallow-Defeats are my best
and where I re-learn over and over again
not to regret.

Good Wallow where I learn lessons
over and over again-
Down is the best way Up;
Out is the best way Back:

Wallow-Defeat is the path to Happiness-
if you Wallow quietly and accept
that a Good Wallow is where you
plan for the Wallow-Through
not stop and rest amid your Wallowings.

As my Mother used to say:

'Cry and Wallow that's ok
but use the time to plan to get
back on your feet again.'
A good Wallow is a terrible thing to waste.'

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Glitz, Glimmer and Rhinestone

For some reason,
Glitz, glimmer and rhinestone...
Seem to go together.
Like movies and TV.
And some people overheard in conversation.

If someone is in the need of costuming,
To enhance a 'theme'...
Or dress up to play 'make believe',
One would think people generally leave the 'real' stuff
Behind...
With an acknowledgement in their minds,
There is a time and a place that seperates fact...
From fiction.
And making long lasting impressions,
Requires one to be in touch with a bit of honesty.
At least the kind of honesty that is removed from gloss.

Unless...
Everyone has been in costume.
And those accustomed to being fake...
Take for granted,
That everything connected to life...
As they know life to be,
Has always been one they fantasized.
And lieing to oneself is accepted.
Since going through the motions is all one knows.

Isn't fake the new reality,
Today.
Even when the cameras are 'on'.
To catch what it is,
Being what it is!
Whatever 'What-it-is'...
Is!
And folks are being paid to...
Downgrade!
THAT is 'reality' for far too many people!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Your Sobbin'

It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
It is time for you to laugh instead of crying
Yes it's time for you to laugh so keep on trying
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Each little tear that falls from your eye
Makes, makes-a me want
To take you in my arms and tell you to stop all your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing
There's one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Sobbin' sobbin' sobbing

song performed by by Kinks
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Stop Your Sobbing

It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes its time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Theres one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
It is time for you to laugh instead of crying
Yes its time for you to laugh so keep on trying
Theres one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Each little tear that falls from your eye
Makes, makes-a me want
To take you in my arms and tell you to stop all your sobbing
Yes its time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes its time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Theres one thing that you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now
Sobbin sobbin sobbing

song performed by by Kinks
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Until An Appreciation For Integrity Comes

Those today who now cry,
Are the ones who ostracized
The truth sayers who were on their side.
The ones who saw reality as it is...
And now have no empathy to offer.
Or sympathy to give.

To live and be treated with disrespect...
And defend an honesty,
Others too dishonest disceitfully neglect.
Leaves those victimized in isolated bitterness.
Until an appreciation for integrity...
Comes to the rescue,
And interjects a closer inspection.

Thus revealing corruption at its best.
Character assassinations...
Approved by breeders,
Of greed and heartlessness.
Who are then put through a process,
That dissects them with the ultimate test!
Stripping and exposing them,
To be the leaders of denied digressiveness.

Those today who now cry,
Are the ones who ostracized
The truth sayers who were on their side.
The ones who saw reality as it is...
And now have no empathy to offer.
Or sympathy to give.
To those punished for their deeds!

The taste of their cake,
Has been heartbreakingly tarnished.
And supporters who assisted in the baking...
Turn their loyal backs away!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Like A Truth Versus Nonsense

A content achieved,
Can not compete...
With envy and jealousy.
That conquest has been in motion,
For quite some time now.

It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.

And when minds are focused,
Upon mediocrity to sell...
It will be marketed and done well,
To minimize the effectiveness...
Of content and its influence.

It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.

Eliminating an obvious contrast not admitted.
With consequences to ultimately face to pay.
And sacrificing what is best to appease.
To forget the original concept,
Is an acceptance considered as a normal process.

It's like a...
Truth versus nonsense kind of thing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excuses With Exits

If honesty is something you rather not deal with.
And truth frightens you?
You and I will never see eye to eye.
Excuses with exits are your main focus.
With disappearing acts an attraction.
And participating in a seance to locate your 'spirit'...
Does not appeal.
Not for the realities I seek to share.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Show Is Over

STOP!
What are you doing over there?

'Breaking down the set!
Why? '

What on Earth are you talking about?
Breaking down what set?

'This one.
The one you're looking at!
Ooohh!
You're one of the ones who fell into a deep sleep! ?
I attempted to awaken you myself.
And nothing I could do,
Would awaken you.'

Is this some kind of hoax?
You put that setting back.
And who is that...
Breaking up that white picket fence?

Why are those people looking evil?
And will you tell them to speak English...
Nothing they are saying is making sense.

And will you tell that guy,
To stop pointing that prop at me!
I am in no mood for jokes.
And who are these folks surrounding me?
Looking as if they are homeless.
And needing something to eat.
Who let them come into this neighborhood?

'We'll take you back to your room,
Now.
It will be okay.
Maybe it was wrong to bring you outside today!
You will soon be back inside.
Medicated with the others...
Who like you have denied...
Reality! '

What do you mean?
That was real enough for me!
I saw my quality of life reflected.
I felt comfortable with it.
And it was accepted!

'Yeah...
I see.
Whatever you saw...
Doesn't relate to me.
This show is over!

Bring him back inside before he panics.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What 'Fit' Would I Want

Identity?
I've had one for so long.
All my life,
I have lived to perfect it.
I don't get upset with those with none.
Those who prefer to turn away and run...
If confronted!

Identity?
I know who I am without question.
Acceptance I don't seek.
Not from those
Who believe my identity
Might leave others afraid to speak.
Those familiar with others,
Who shuffle along with stances weak.

I have no problem,
Being me and that might offend.
'Too bad! '
'Get over it! '
Nothing else or more is there...
I care to share with them!
What 'fit' would I want,
If that which I enjoy...
Provides me comfort?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance

Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in

I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me

I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got

I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember

Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?

Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance

I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out

I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have

Acceptance

poem by David Knox
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Healing Art

Learn more about the healing art
Like sympathy and care and kindness of heart
Because that is what makes you calm
And work just like the healing balm
And help in healing your wounds and pain
That you feel due to the absence of fain
Because paths of joy are really very few
That color your life with lively hue
So try to remember and keep this in mind
If you want others to be sincere and kind
Then learn more about the healing art
Like sympathy and care and kindness of heart.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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A Pocketful of Sympathy

A pocketful of sympathy
Is really rather wonderful
To stop a scratch from stinging
Or a bruise from black and bluing

A pocketful of sympathy
Can stop a heart from hurting
Or catch a tear that's falling
Like a raindropp down a cheek

A pocketful of sympathy
Costs absolutely nothing
It's the cheapest kind of plaster
That you'll ever ever find

And a pocketful of sympathy
Is like Lindsay's Magic Pudding
'Cos the more of it you give away
The more you leave behind

poem by Alison Cassidy
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Words of life

Words of Life
are changes
Words of life
is no wise fool
Is the truth
which we seek
within us
Words of life
is second chances

Forgive and but never forget
open opportunities
Words of life
is your choices
Deal or no deal
take in or take out
decision are in
our definition of description
Words of life
is us
a mystery of creativity.

Words of life
is a Confusion
not knowing life
like manual
for a car
Makes us wonder
The World of Creativity.
we are the words of life
description is describing
us.

poem by DarkX 474
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Pharmaceuticals Injected

An assessment given with honesty,
Is least received with acceptance.
A degree of secrecy exposed...
Leaves those afraid to face self examination.
For fear they too will see themselves too clear.
And this kind of clarity...
Will not sit well with those who induce,
With a medicated enrichment produced...
By the best pharmaceuticals injected to keep,
A conformacy alive and dependent!
To reap and build wealth from ill health treatments.
Medicating millions to feed a burgeoning industry!
Instilling sickness to uplift their higher towers.
To reign and have power over all consciousness.

An assessment given with honesty,
Is least received with acceptance.
A degree of secrecy exposed...
Leaves those afraid to face self examination.
For fear they too will see themselves too clear.
And this kind of clarity...
Will not sit well with those who induce,
With a medicated enrichment produced...
By the best pharmaceuticals injected to keep,
A conformacy alive and dependent!
Even in sleep this seduction is controlled.
And those addicted reach...
To sustain a mind no one longer beholds.
Or can be defined as one independently owned.
And hustled to keep their drug intake,
Free of surprising shakedowns.
Or a criminal bust,
Of those getting high from a natural rush!
Outlawed and distrusted but preferred and lusted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Seek Status

To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
One based upon truth and honesty!

Many seek status.
Like an apparatus to mask.
Perhaps with hopes,
An acceptance is passed.
Or something that is approved...
As a test or a task.

If a status is proclaimed,
With wishes to keep one connected.
The time will not be long...
Until someone comes along,
To define that status wrong!

And pursued at the expense,
On one's identity...
That is compensated usually,
To eventually dispense.

To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
With a peace of mind,
I am glad to find...
Based upon truth and honesty!

And anyone who does not see it that way...
It is okay.
I am not going to debate it!

I am not in the pursuit of status!
To attract materialistic dreams.
With shine, sheen or gleam.

As a first time passenger on my journey...
I seek only God to please.
With deeds.
And a gratefulness to do so.

Many seek status!
And perhaps,
For them...
That is what God has assigned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only The One Feeling It Knows

Letting go of a pain felt,
Is not with a time given...
A destination claimed,
For anyone else to suggest...
How best another should deal with it.

Even a healing thought done successfully,
Can not erase the revisiting of memories.
And how a pain started,
To seem to stay and never completely leave.

Letting go of a pain felt,
Is not with a time given...
A destination claimed,
For anyone else to suggest...
How best another should deal with it.

Many don't walk around with what is inside,
To display on exposed sleeves.
An emotional bleeding is difficult to perceive,
If one appears to be contented with a happiness to see.

Letting go of a pain felt,
Is not with a time given...
Or when that time feeling it goes!
Only the one feeling it knows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Acceptance and Compliancy

Acceptance is not the same as compliancy.
Although both definitions suggest flexibility.

Acceptance is done after comprehension comes.
And one compliant seems to be more submissive,
Technically.
With actions that are specific,
To what is defined and made understood.

And one who accepts definitions,
May argue with an understanding...
That attention and answers are expected to be given,
When asked!
With someone 'qualified' to deliver what appeases.
Or no one sleeps!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facade (a tritina)

So many have come to dwell behind a panarchy mask
Lost between the delusive dimensions of identity
Unable to perceive that which is deemed real

They dare not throw aside the caparison that veils the real
Lest those that wish to deceive and to mask
Would reveal the abstersive truth of their own identity

Yet if all would but don the verisimilitude of their identity
Then the shadows cast would corrivate into the real
And no longer would there lie merit within a mask

Are you the mask of your identity or are you real?

poem by Sheri Hockman
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