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Deceit Can Not Keep Them Hidden

Losing is not born from honesty.
Those who are honest...
Realize they can not always win.
Those who do anything to win,
View themselves as losers.
They blame others for their failures.
Provoked fights are started.
Lies are told.
They ban together...
Sometimes in darkness.
With attacks they wish to feed their greed,
And insecurities.
They have needs to prove their superiority.
They will do anything to be believed!
Deceit can not keep them hidden.
Everything is lost!
Even a pride and dignity once had,
Becomes worthless!
They wish for happiness.
But 'that' within them,
Has never been defined.
They have no patience in their minds.
No time is spent for it to be developed.
They are engulfed with pointless pleasures.
And listening is a thing they have never done.
They view that as weak.
Nothing for them is gained.
And whatever was possessed,
Has ceased to be valued!
An increase of depression is confessed.
Leaving them to self destruct.
They label what they do...
And what has been done as an overview,
As a recession from misdeeds.

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Wide and Unapologetically Grounded

All their lives,
They had spent in the pursuit of things.
Things they were told would bring to them happiness...
And status!

Attend they did prestigious schools.
To enhance a pretentiousness invested.
Just to prove...
They could have the best,
Of what a selfishness in greed could buy!

Some took their pride to stride about proudly,
With titles.
Invited to hide and disfigure any insecurities.
And they had them to mask!
These tasks were assisted in their smotherings.

This increased their worthiness.
With affectations intact...
And attached to snobbiness.
Until one day...
Their plastic existences lost support!
Beginning to drift away.
An abortion of fantasies,
Had caught them off guard.
And nothing they obtained,
Brought with it such stinging pain.

A shallowness hidden,
They could no longer maintain.
It brought their sorrows to deepen.
And showed them to be shallow,
Even in their shame...
They claimed and bartered dignities.
As if this would keep them from looking foolish!
A look they had no idea,
Had long not been sought to reflect honesty.
Or a depth of thought imagined,
That could or would exist in these minds.

Thank You Father...
For opening my eyes,
Wide and unapologetically grounded.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Is Meant To Be Told

With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.

There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.

The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.

Watch them mentally self destruct.

'Who? '

Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.

There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.

'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '

Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.

'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '

It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regression Is the Term

Recession?
How about complete retreat,
From telling lies and deception?
Truth?
There is nothing like it!
However...
How is that introduced?
When none of that has ever been exposed!
Who will believe it?
When minds have been overdosed,
And eyes once shown...
Prefer to stay shut and closed!
Recession?
When something has been squeezed,
With nothing else from it to be released?
Regression is the term,
With a valued lesson from it to be learned.
And a life once lived to feed one's greed...
Shall never back to that kind of life
Will one return!
And that has been the diagnosis!
Accept it or not!
Delusions will still remain the choice,
If one should decide on getting a second opinion!
Or a third.
Or perhaps a fourth!
The truth comes without options.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Those Young and Full Of Innocence

To those young and full of innocence...
Where are you?
Have you kept your youthfulness,
Unblemished?
Can I believe you are still naïve...
Living a life with moralistic needs?
Have you been tainted by an overwhelming theft,
That has left you with a need to feed greed?
And then in pretense you attempt to hide,
Your misdeeds!
I pray and wish...
A few have not dismissed honesty.

To those young and full of innocence...
Where are you?
There are a few of us around,
Who have not lost wholesomeness to disrespect.
There are still some of us,
Who have hope and faith we have kept.
And hopefully there are more,
Who are wishing you do not ignore...
Your pride and dignity.
Without you...
There are none to produce more.
And that would be pathetic!
Adding to what is now,
An epidemic of apatheticness.
That has already arrested...
And molested our seeds.
With indignities successfully over decades,
Planted!

To those young and full of innocence...
Where are you?
Have you kept your youthfulness,
Unblemished?
Can I believe you are still naïve...
Living a life with moralistic needs?
Have you been tainted by an overwhelming theft,
That has left you with a need to feed greed?
I pray and wish...
A few have not dismissed honesty.

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Committed Transgressions

Ultimately they will pay.
Those, they and them alone.
Or with others condoned,
Who have committed transgressions.

With wide eyed disturbing belief,
They begin to experience the grief...
From the implementation initiated,
By incredible deceit left to leave the innocent,
Weeping.

They will ultimately pay,
For ruining these lives...
By lies told to betray.
And today...
Not tomorrow will their sorrows start.

Those in 'professions' confessed to transgress...
Will feel the piercing for them felt deep.
For unforgiveable misdeeds leaked.
To market a peace unreachable.
Although teased by an increase of weapons used.
Coming to eventually burn their minds.
As reminders of the people and the times they abused!

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No One To Blame

They are going to win back,
Their redundancy.
And discover who the failures,
Really are.

And they will find themselves,
Just as useless...
As their pointless debates.
Although this time with no one to blame.

Greed begets deceit begets stupidity!
And that hopefully begets,
Self examination that begets remorse.
And that begets humility that gets everyone,
Back on course to divorce all foolishness.

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Mahaveer preaches

Anger, Pride, Deceit and Greed
Are the four flaws you denounce,
Said the saint Mahaveer,600 B.C.
Anger spurts when pride is at stake.
Pride reacts when deceit steps in.
Deceit lurks as greed sets in.

Greed is born of insecurity.
Faith in you can remove it.
Faith in God also removes it.
You can live serene, rich or poor.
28.04.2001, Pmdi
[Mahaveer is of Jain Religon,
Which flourished in India, ahead of Vedic Religion]
[e, m, c, i, n

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Imploding From An Overload

Imploding from an overload,
Of cloak and dagger misdeeds.
And leaving a trail to hail these acts,
As a means to trace back to times...
Corruption defined the feeding of greed.
And today the uninformed are led to believe,
Their lives lived without deceit...
Diminishes an accustomed quality.

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Brink Of Extinction

Creating with a solicitation,
A lazy and undisciplined existence.
To identify a segment of one's population,
As dysfunctional.
May for those responsible,
In the implementation of this...
Boost egos.
But cost effective?
No!

Only fools feeding an isolated greed,
Would keep this as their belief.
Only a complete ignorance,
Would perceive this approach...
To be an effective reflection of greatness.

Those assigned to oppress minds,
From the time of their birth...
Would find this uplifting to their self worth.
And not an encouragement nourishing,
One to the brink of extinction.

Those assigned to oppress minds,
Of those threatening their insecurities...
Eventually will find this point of view of superiority,
A mentally degrading aspect...
Of their own growth process and not an asset.

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Hidden Truths

In darkness we see nothing,
It is nothing,
Only blackness,
Solitude,
Aloneness.

In a world of light we see everything,
It is everything.
Light fills the gaps in our minds showing us reality,
Truth,
Existence.

When the lights go off and darkness comes,
Everything we knew is lost,
It becomes consumed by the nothing,
Hidden,
Lost.

Everything is engulfed in nothing,
It is hidden from our mind,
Yet it is still there,
Exists,
Is.

Blindness is like the darkness,
With a dark curtain covering our perception,
And things still exist in the world,
Reality,
Fact.

Darkness is the emptiness of seeing,
The lack of evidence of existence,
Yet without perceived minds they are still there,
Exist,
Are.

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Once Unleashed

What are the creators of conflict,
Wars, deceit and division...
Eventually winning?

Peace?

Happiness?

Or the right to ultimately turn on themselves?

Greed is an insatiable monster...
Once unleashed!
And its own ugliness...
Will self destruct.

Everyone is not born to be...
An Ellen Or Oprah.

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Ivy Leaguers Who Cheat

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?

Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.

Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.

Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.

Ivy leaguers who cheat,
Reflect...
A people who've been taught,
To feed greed.

And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast!

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Born To First Recognize Truth

If people were born and conditioned,
To familiarize themselves with the telling of the truth...
Less conflicts would be introduced.
More people would express respect.
Less hospitals would be produced.
And more resources would be shared...
With everyone everywhere experiencing happiness,
Instead of buying into a marketing of despair.
If more people were born to be made aware,
Of their true identities and leaving few to care...
Why some have to lie to hide their insecurities,
To mask a superiority over others.
IF...
People were born not to fear what 'is'.
So much pain today suffered would be reduced.
And none of this 'created' reality would exist,
IF...
People soon after birth were told first about truth.

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So I Take It Your Answer Is...No!

What are you peeking at?

'It's the neighbors across the street.
Can you believe,
They are replacing those beautiful hedges,
Flowers and trees we so admired.'

And...
You have the right,
To do what?

'Protest if I wanted to.
I've already started a petition,
To restore my view.'

A petition?
YOUR view?

'Yes.
What gives them that right?
No one I know has given them that permission.'

And...
That property belongs to...?

'There you go.
Always trying to interfere.
This has nothing to do with details!
Or logic.
You with me on this or not? '

If you and the others,
Spent more time...
Beautifying your own backyards,
Your attempts would increase...
The values and standards,
Of eveything around here.

'So I take it your answer is...No! '

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Ecologically Speaking

What more than life is more precious?
Ecologically speaking!
And why does it take a crisis,
To begin to realize this?

Wreckless deceivers,
Have always been in the midst.
But time appears not to be on their side...
To hide their lies.
And this is recognized.

Life for them has become more precious, again.
More than the pocketing of fortunes.
Since no where on Earth could it be spent.
Not if life as we know it ends.

With a rush to mend and fix mistakes,
Misdeeds created will be hopefully corrected.
To allow greed to proceed as if unaffected.
And nothing at all learned to feed from lessons.

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Breaking All The Rules

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.

Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.

Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.

You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.

I can feel it!

You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.

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Untitled: Sentiment

I sense
a growing
depression
upon my conscious,
it is forming
an imprint
on my mind
with images
surpassed,
heavily weighted
with regret
and ego,

I know
my body
shows signs
of its toll
but I cant
seem to let go
of seasons lost,
time tossed aside
for a
temporary smile.
I must
be dead

Life cannot exist
within this realm
of self pity,
pathetic
swallowing
of trivial days
spent
completing nothing
because I refuse
to compete
for something.

I excuse
all my failures
as failures
made by the world,
their failure
to recognize
my insecure
point of view,
their shortcoming
of moving opposite
of the way
I move.

If I could
magically
transcend
this moment
and transfer
myself
to a majestic place,
unwavering
to the past
not yet eager
for the future.

A place
where
it only takes
a single
moment,
one monumental
second
to create
a lifetime
of happiness,
I would chose
to be there.

Only
for one
reason.
I cant seem
to make me
be anything
but broken
here.

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War on depression

Depression is a fight
Or a flight
Depression is a theif
That should be locked up
Depression steals...
Happiness
Motivation
Sleep
Your appetite
It steals your view on life
It steals how you view yourself
Sometimes it even steals your life

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Conditioned That Money Should Be Prized

When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.

With the use of color of their skins,
Light in complexion or dark as night...
Their minds with insights may be encased in,
The mentalities fed are to use this as a weapon,
To defend or ignite one's bigoted and racist appetite.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized.

When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.

And those who champion the marketing of images,
Aren't going to consciously reflect true beauty...
As it should be.
Beauty will be selective.
And chosen as a commodity.
To sell to those impressed,
And depress with suppression...
Those weakened through enforcing a belief!

When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.

When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
Of course they are going to feel subservient,
From birth until their lives end!

When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Those who get and hoard it best,
Will have others believe...
Their minds are at rest!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Shall Recover and We Must

It has become very easy for 'some' social misfits...
To blame their insecurities,
And atrocious misdeeds...
On the lack of attention given to them,
By their ancestors, parents...
And equally crazed friends.

And they wont have to look far,
To find those defending them.
With high profiled psychologists...
Seeking from a weeping nation,
To uncover deep sympathy...
Commited by these beasts,
For their anti-social sins.

' We must explore from the depths of our beliefs,
A forgiveness for these vicious attacks.
We shall all recover,
And we must...
From the pain that has been caused to us,
By such heinous acts.
And we should not blame our way of life,
It is not 'us' but 'them'.
And remember that!

Afterall,
No one listening to this...
Should be,
Or should be made to feel...
Responsible.'

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