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Concept of Someone's Perception

Hey,
I didn't invent the truth.
So don't accuse me,
Of abusing your realities.

Many have been deluded all their lives.
And that is unfortunate.
I guess to them...
They perceive me as a demon sent!
But I am not the one,
Deceiving them with fantasies.

Nor am I a creditor...
Awaiting payment to sustain,
Their quality of life obtained...
By the best lies they to each other have told!

I like to believe the breath I breathe,
Is not a concept of someone's perception.
Easy to be altered,
When change is the convenience.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Do You Say I Bring to You Disgust?

Accuse me of anything you want.
But I am not the one,
Poisoning your food.
Polluting the air you breathe.
Destroying your economy.
Removing you from your homes...
Obtained through bad loans,
Condoned by another's greed.
I am not the one...
Taking your employment,
And giving those jobs away...
To those overseas.
I am not the one deceiving your trust.
I am the one who has been honest to you.
Why do you say I bring to you disgust?
Truth has never brought to me an enemy...
That offended my beliefs to protect defensively.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Stays to Stick

Opportunities do not alone come,
To arrive without connections.
Very few doors open or close...
If they are not attached to hinges.

How many can say they sit,
Inside a house without a roof?
A home is not a home...
Unless someone lives in it,
To make that proof.

And who can say they are truly happy,
Until that has been pursued?

A quality of life is only quality obtained...
When all pieces come together,
And everyone is participating...
With no one deluded or refusing to accept truth!
And when that is discovered...
That is maintained.

Nothing stays to stick to cement quick,
Without a seriousness attached to it!
And that seriousness is there and meant.
For purposes to have those involved...
Accepting there is an agreed upon benefit.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Austerity

Spending billions to win,
A position to lead over opposition...
To mention an austerity,
Has come to affect a quality of life...
Is a nightmare created to frighten,
Those unenlightened...
Who refuse to awaken,
And witness the light!

And that light is as bright for all to see.
Even those deluded with their fantasies,
Can not believe it is just austerity...
That a few who can waste billions,
Want millions of people to perceive and believe.
There is a wish to control those who have been sold,
That all aspects of their lives will shine like gold...
If they forgive and forget those from them who stole.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Truth

How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.

poem by Michael Devenish
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The Lying Truth

How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.

poem by Michael Devenish
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Perception

Trust and faith
in what I believe
comes to me
through all I perceive.

If I perceive myself
as free,
then that is what
I always will be.

If I perceive
that everything's fine,
then my perception
is a grand design

that takes me above
the chaos and fear.
It becomes nothing
to which I adhere.

If I perceive
that I'm in control,
then my perception is
a midnight's stroll

that leads me to find
great peace within.
It completes the perception
my vision lets in.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Pay Up

So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.

They wish their safety,
As long as someone else is delayed.
And when a perception their security is weak...
Immediately they accuse the government,
Of not doing its best to protect their manicured...
And suburban profiled streets.

So pathetically crazed,
They accuse the current administration...
Of being too much in their lives.
And these same people have claimed recently,
The government should spend more...
To ensure their interests are not terrorized.

So sick with thick self righteousness,
These same folks wish for economic bliss to exist.
While living lives indebted...
To unpaid loans,
And fantasies charged to overwhelming credit.

So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
And they just don't get it!
No one is left who is willing to hold their breath...
For repayment or an extension to prolong delusions.
And those in control of those foreign banks,
Are simply saying, 'Pay up! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing One or The Other

Do not 'threaten' with promises,
To move and go away.
Do it!
Your perception will be enhanced.

You will know who misses you and why.
You will know the value of your opinions.
And that influence you believe you have achieved,
Over others?
Sit and wait by your telephone,
To hear how much you are endeared!

Do not 'threaten' with promises,
To move and go away.
Do it!
Your perception will be enhanced.

You will either perceive yourself,
As being an overused convenience.
Or you will quit leaving yourself voicemail...
To test an underused answering service.
Doing one or the other will snap you into reality.
And dramatically your thoughts will change.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling

Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.

Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.

And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!

And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Like A Flying Demon

Im calling upon your attention
Now is the time, were talking serious redemption
Come follow me
Red light wasnt warning when I first saw her body move
I wasnt sure it was a jet stall.
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Why cant you see into the future?
Youre going to get hurt by someone who wont suit ya
They call it your destiny
But I am pretty sure now
That one whos lonely cant get hurt / is getting stronger
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Someday it might just work but this aint that time
This grounded flight is taking off, Ill leave you behind
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life

song performed by by E-type
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In It For The Ease of It

It's not difficult to perceive,
That there are those living who believe...
Some folks live lives that are easy.
And these folks should assist others to succeed!
In fact...
Hold them by the hand.
And show them how to breathe!

It's not difficult to see...
Others sitting on their butts,
And complaining from sun down to sun up!
With nothing good to say...
About anything that comes their way.

They are in it for the ease of it.
In some deluded and fantasized existence.
Waiting they do for some golden ship...
To spend the rest of a 'blessed' life,
Removing reality from it!
Although surrounded by a shallowness.
A deepened one that for them now exists!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stray Away

Moving slowly away from you,
I realized how hard it was to stay with you.
Its harder still just to hear you, to feel you......to breathe in the same momentum......
Its life that changes slowly,
that makes you change slowly..........
When you grow up, your childish fantasies turn into unwanted realities...
It makes you wish it wasn't true,
but you realize it is
It never will change until you make it change
It will move you.........away

poem by Leticia S David
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Under Duress

It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.

Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.

And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.

It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.

They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.

Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.

And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?

And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Luv Your Life

Thrust the candle to the dark of your disease
Burn the fishplate execute ill memories
Labyrinth of sympathy in which I'm lost and can't leave
And too much truth overshadows the lime lies
And what lies beneath the clouds is an
Altered perception and I'll pay for sanity
But sanity don't come cheap

You don't know the truth and I love your life
Flinch against the fire but this ain't winter
And I'm all by myself the way I wanna be
Where I'm content to be to be all by myself
But frozen eyes are bound to melt.

song performed by by Silverchair from Diorama
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Asthma

Breathe!
Suffocation within
because of what your sayin'
To understand!
Is to begin again
Yet to Begin!
Is to live again
I tried living my life through your eyes
Smother me with your ways, to death, no breath.
Your choking what little faith I have left.
In time I find the truth lies, Inside the truth lies, Inside
Breathe!
Suffocation within
because of what your sayin'
To understand!
Is to begin again
Yet to Begin!
Is to live again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
Breathe!
Suffocation
I want to Breathe!
Suffocation
I understand
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
Breathe

song performed by by P.O.D.
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What I Believe

Lies and deceiving is what i'm believing
Up to my knees so hared to breathe
It helps that you aren't there
Can't figure out what's the right thing for me
Guess I'll have to wait and see

So understanding but so far from the truth
It's what I have to live with
It's not all I wanted to be
It's not all I wanted to see
I can't keep on leading
I've left what I'm leaving
Guess that's just what I believe

Consciously taking and overly faking
I can't believe all the things that you're saying
Seems all so simple it's all up to you
Time after time
You lost what you couldn't find

It's what you could
It's only what you could
Don't take not what you could
But I know what's up

song performed by by Sum 41 from Half Hour Of Power
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Puzzlements

Between here and there
there is nowhere.
So nowhere is where we are.
And if that's where we are
we're never too far
from being here or there.

If we never know how
or never know why,
we simply guess
before we die
the reason we never knew.

How foolish we are
to think it bazarre
that our perception
is always the truth?
For what we perceive
from early in youth
usually ends up
leaving its scar.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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So William Is Not Dying

i have long told
you, a poem is
detached from
the poet

the stranger
talking to you
might have
been
talking about
another
stranger too

be detached
like
a mirror
and yet
so immersed
in the
image of your
own face

the realities
we write
are lies
behind
the realities
of others

william
has just told
you
the reality
of death

and he pretended
it was him
in that coffin
surrounded by
friends, parents
and children
and lovers

could be just
all in his mind

but the truth
has been told
and you
received them

fairly verily

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Breathe

Two men
They started walking
Started talking bout better days
One says to the other
We do it all again
Seems I knew I would
And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn't want this
Somebody help me see
Now I feel it
Feel like I've been there
I didn't need this
Somebody help me breathe

Here we are again
Just face to facing
Each other another day
Who wins
Well who cares
It always ends up the same
Seems I knew I would

And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn't want this
Somebody help me see
And now I feel it
Feel that I've been there
I didn't need this
Would Somebody help me stand
And now I've told them
Already warned them
I didn't want this
Somebody help me breathe

If I was them
Then I wanna be
What I see
If I could drag my life in a moment
Wanna know do you want me to go
Gonna keep it all from ending
Never stop myself from pretending
That you always knew that I never could

All I ever really wanted was to be the same
Equal treatment never ever comes
and there they go again
All I ever really wanted was to be like you
So perfect
So worthless
If i could take it all back think again
I would

And now I found it
Found I got it
I didn't want this
Somebody help me see
Now I feel it
Feel that I've been there
I didn't need this
Somebody help me stand
And now I've told them
I didn't want this
I didn't need this
Would somebody help me breathe
Would somebody help me breathe
Would somebody help me?

song performed by by Nickelback from The State
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That Is the Convenience

You have every right,
To see your life from your perspective.
Only you know what is best,
Better than the rest.
We all have our own realities.
And that is the convenience!
Truth at all cost,
Can be avoided at our own risk!
No one ever knows who speaks it.
Or allows it to exist!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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