Confronting Delusions
With slander and character assassinations,
Already effective.
And those of defective states of mind,
Still relying on their pretentions to impress.
The ones left who have addressed truth,
As a means of confronting delusions...
Are safely protected,
From a trauma unsuspecting...
That comes,
To those still holding onto their teddy bears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Unifying Effort
A call for an incorporation,
Of all abled minds...
To find a way to undo adverse,
And deteriorating circumstances...
Found undermining those goals,
To move forward and correct mistakes...
Is a wonderful recommendation.
Now...
The process of peeling away,
Decades of pretentions.
Character assassinations.
Deceit.
Disloyalty and treason.
And face the truth as it is...
The opportunity for effective change,
Can be achieved.
AND...
With a unifying effort.
Do we have any volunteers,
Wishing to head that committee?
Any at all?
Someone...
At least give me eye contact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oralcide
Slander and defamation of character kills.
Quicker than the slow affect of applied poison.
Lies spoken from someone's lips,
With an intention to damage others...
For pay or something more ignorant.
Whispered into an attentive ear.
Hearing what one wishes to hear...
Unvalidated!
And is far more effective...
When there is a defective bond detected.
To get divisions started...
Between those that should be close.
To leave all infected.
And uselessly abused...
By an oralcide used and perfected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Teddy Bear Christmas
All the teddy bears love the snow,
They are always ready with their sleds to go.
I love their spirit of adventure and play,
All their joy and love for boys and girls comes with a teddy bear hug.
Traveling to visit their friends,
The snow is coming down, it's almost Christmas Day.
I know they celebrate the holiday,
That is the teddy bear way.
Somewhere in the pines,
The Teddy Bear Christmas tree is all aglow,
Bright lights calling them to dance and sing.
It is a pretty sight to see.
They eat the candies and cakes,
Open Christmas presents they made.
Play games and sing,
Teddy Bear Christmas bells ring,
Bless all the teddy bears everywhere,
Teddy Bear Christmas is finally here.
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Much Like a Famine
The purpose and use for slander,
Is to defame one's character.
And effectively diminish one's character.
Usually done,
To enhance to doer!
Or to undo the deeds one does...
To defeat the success of activities,
Yet to be completed.
However...
This eventually has ill affects!
Since ambitions to destroy,
Spreads a slow decay.
Much like a famine...
Can feed an unsuspecting,
Epidemic.
That can be traced to its origin.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Has Come To Stay
Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
Realities must be faced.
Time no longer awaits,
For decisions to be made...
After wasteful debates.
Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
An honesty arrives and will be felt.
Whether on knees,
Or with a tightening of a belt...
Truth has come to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dear Teddy
Dear teddy.
He's hurt me again.
He's taken my soul again.
And left it in the bin.
Teddy your my only saviour.
To you I can tell.
To you I can cry.
Teddy help me.
He's coming again.
And I can't hide.
Teddy what should I do?
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How Ironic
What goes through the mind,
That spends time undermining others?
And what is discovered,
Once they find themselves entrapped...
By their own evil deeds?
Who do they go to?
To plead for forgiveness?
Especially when they have lead,
The character assassinations.
And one of the ones they chose to slander...
Becomes the one who controls their needs.
How ironic would that be?
To look into the eyes...
Of the one who is aware,
You were the one...
That made attempts,
To harm and circumvent...
With a life filled with despair!
How would you feel...
If someone like that,
You knew had stabbed you in the back?
And the opportunity comes to return the favor.
Would you have fun?
Doing to them what they have done?
Or...
Would you recognize,
Their souls will never find rest?
And it would be best...
To leave them in their anguish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Never Masquerades
In the garden of life
Truth never masquerades,
It walks proud as truth only can
Planting seeds in the weeds of lies,
Trade winds carry the seeds of truth
O’er mountains and stormy seas,
Flying around the world like bees.
This day seeds rest in Pakistan
To burrow in the words of
The sport of BEAR BAITING!
What is this you might ask?
Its ugliness and an insult to the word of sport,
Together with unspeakable cruelty
A downright lie.
An insult to children of the world and
Their image of teddy bears,
This despicable act of tying bears to a stake
Then setting viscous trained dogs onto them!
Bears that have been stolen young, teddy bear young.
Animal peace is a God’s divine right,
Mother Nature nurtures every living thing
For a reason, the enjoyment of life!
Thank you to the animal rights people,
They are onto the lies!
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defective Machinery
If few pieces are defective
Means those pieces are defective,
If most pieces are defective
Means producing machine is defective.
(c) S.D. Tiwari
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Freelanced Delusions
Trite expressions exchanged,
Are as satisfying as scheduled rehearsals...
For an anticipated wedding,
That has no performance date to occur.
Or a sermon heard that is preached,
About the evils of sin.
And the evils of sin are taught to teach,
Over and over again.
A repetition done dawns on the listener,
With a purpose served...
That becomes less effective.
And affects discouragement.
Why can't folks just be upfront?
And be for real.
Instead of killing time...
To appeal to one's mind.
Why can't folks just be upfront?
And confront the truth.
Instead of diluting it...
To soothe with freelanced delusions.
Trite expressions exchanged,
Are as satisfying as scheduled rehearsals...
For an anticipated wedding,
That has no performance date to occur.
Or a sermon heard that is preached,
About the evils of sin.
And the evils of sin are taught to teach,
Over and over again.
Why can't folks just be upfront?
And be for real.
Instead of killing time...
To appeal to one's mind.
And why can't folks just be upfront?
With a confronting of the truth.
Instead of diluting it,
To soothe with freelanced delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stupid Looks
People are now heard saying,
What 'could' have been done...
When what 'should' have been done,
They did not do.
Ignoring what has been stated,
To have someone else appear as if crazed...
Delivers the opposite effect,
To eventually reveal...
Those who procrastinate standing,
With stupid looks on their faces.
People seem only quick to listen,
After and not before something to them happens.
And to those they have chosen to critique and slander,
They are 'always' proactive...
With their character assassinations.
Even when they have clearly victimized themselves.
People are now heard saying,
What 'could' have been done...
When what 'should' have been done,
They did not do.
And they seek to lay blame on someone else,
As if it is their tradition to not self examine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slander
The word is out -- heads are talkin
And just like a fire ragin wild in the night,
The rumors hot, the room is rockin,
Its out of control, too vicious to fight
Two lovers split -- a heart is shattered
And out of revenge it steals through the night,
Making sure the lies are scattered
To every border of this town tonight
The words on the street, you call it truth,
I call it slander,
Times are tough, talk is cheap --
Soon theyll talk about you --
Slander
The jury splits -- undecided,
Theyre searching for clues,
My live in their hands
The hour has come, they stand divided,
The future shall judge the good and the bad
And now, theres talk on the street --
I call it slander,
I will fight this somehow
Revenge will be sweet
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart --
Slander
Slander c theres talk on the street
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- Im ready to fight
Slander -- I will find it tonight
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart
Slander
Slander -- theres talk on the street --
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- too vicious to fight
Slander -- wild in the night
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In Playful Exchanges
A writer.
I am glad that I am that.
So glad I am that way!
Some feel attacked by my comments.
Some would like them dressed with less bite!
Uptight some feel by my expressions.
Lessons I've learned from teachers,
Away from classrooms and proper diction preached.
In science fiction I find no redemption at all.
My truth has an earthly grounding!
And that gives me the grit to sound off.
My insights have not be coated with illusions.
Deluded with honesty I am.
And I am in constant practice.
If anything stated has been misunderstood...
Or felt could be diluted in a solution of sugar?
Interpreters can be found for a dime a dozen,
Even at the escalating cost of slander...
And character assassinations,
Cheaply tossed back and forth
In playful backstabbing exchanges!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Character may almost be called the most effective means of persuasion.
Dismissed As Insignificant
The only power you have is flight.
To flee from the blight you caused.
The anguish you inflicted,
From a demented mind glorified...
Honors you with no praise.
You can not raise you head up.
Not with the winds of disgust confronting you.
You slandered with character assassinations.
And yet those still can still walk with pride...
Everywhere.
You?
You can not pass a note without being despised!
And that high horse you chose to ride passed,
With a turned up nose and your high ass...
Can not gallop away fast enough.
The wings you falsely sprouted...
Have been clipped!
And everything and everyone who lifted you,
Have been dismissed as insignificant...
From this process called human!
They knew you and they too,
Reek from the stench of that magnificent cesspool...
Your leacherous ways attempted to hide and fool!
And you are just but one,
Of the many who still choose to slither.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Actions and Less Words
Anyone can make comments,
About feelings meant.
Feelings claimed to have!
But kept in one's mind,
Where that time has been spent!
However...
Those of actions and less words,
Impress with images lasting.
And it is the consistency of their thoughts and deeds...
That keeps one in someone's mind,
As one that can be believed without doubt or question.
Too many people today express in public flair,
How deep their loyalty for another is...
And so profess what is kept,
But not truthfully there to be addressed.
With confessions made to others,
As if this passes a test.
While it is the things done they do...
That disproves a conviction spoken.
And not in their hearts to followed through.
Although dramatized displays are created,
To show how someone by another,
Has been made to become upset.
This is straight from a 101 Beginner's Acting Manual.
And those on the receiving end,
Are not tricked to be fooled by deceptions that begin.
Feelings they have are invested too!
And these feelings for them are protected to defend.
Not tossed about in meaningless conversations.
Conversations to impress but without a depth connected.
Anyone can make comments,
About feelings meant.
Feelings claimed to have!
But kept in one's mind,
Where that time has been spent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just a Vessel Blessed
Where am I going to take this?
To realms,
I can not explain.
If I could,
Your question would not be left to go...
Unanswered.
If I did this to impress,
My ego would have been addressed.
And 'this' would have been left,
As an accomplishment to gain your attention.
And in a way...
I have nothing to say about this at all.
I'm just a vessel blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undetected
The only thing left mysteriously kept,
By those denying they hide from truth...
Is what part of it do they believe,
They perceive goes undetected?
And who can be fooled,
Once being introduced to truth...
Will not suspect they have been deceived,
With a blinding of charm and flattery received.
What else revealed to eyes wide open,
With those choosing to conceal...
An obviousness as leaves on Oak or Maple trees?
What else is 'real' or not,
To those wishing to keep accepted reality blocked?
And their delusions ripened and fresh,
Yet protected from those who object.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unequivocal Dosages Of Pure Truth
There is a solution never before used,
To calm people's fears.
Its application initially...
May pose for some to be traumatic.
Even more may become more fearful.
Since it may produce behavior erratic.
With an inducing of unequivocal dosages,
Of pure truth...
Will reduce all delusions.
And reveal a healing process effective!
With an infusion.
But then again...
So many for entire lifetimes,
Have been purposedly disconnected.
Yet...
Ignoring to inject it,
This truth unknown.
Will leave a future totally infected...
With misfit rejects infested.
Clearly,
There is little time left!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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