Desiring To Control
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
With a penetrating done,
Meant to be permanent.
But an unsuspecting awakening...
Is beginning to make attempts,
To prevent this evil and devilment sent.
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
And it should come as no surprise,
How the quality of deceit with the use of effective lies...
Has hypnotized with a sweetened treatment,
That has controlled the lives of unconscious minds.
Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Are being removed slowly...
From the ones responsible,
For the escalation of troubling world events.
And even though this wickedness to many doesn't make sense...
It does,
If you are among the few...
Desiring to control and over many to rule!
With a keeping of a population convinced...
What is being done is in their best interest meant.
'Do you smell that? '
~No.
Smell what? ~
'A very slight presence,
Of manure in the air! '
~No,
I haven't noticed it.~
'You will...
Or my name is not Wilson.'
~Your name isn't Wilson.~
'That's just how strong that stench is going to be.
Who we 'think' we are...
Will never again be the same.
AND...
Mother Nature?
Is not just going to stand by and watch the unfolding either.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instigation To Perpetrate An Implementation
If what is depicted is to be adverse,
To my quality of life with a purpose to incite.
But isn't successfully done from my perspective.
Why is it that I can observe clearly,
Those creating those depictions...
With an instigation to perpetrate an implementation,
Of their attempts to manipulate my beliefs?
As if to focus upon this as an accomplishment.
With a determination to deceive what I feel and see,
At their own expense to expose their ignorance.
And I can't be the only one awakening to this awareness.
Are they that desperate to see themselves defeated?
Can people be that unconsious...
With minds so out of control?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Have Gone Those Masks?
Where have they gone?
All those masks of the past!
Many masks hiding faces of the ones clever.
One was of love pure,
Another was of friendship innocent
And another was of care entwining.
Those masks had a power
That mesmerised the weak minds for some time.
Where are those masks?
No one sells them as the marketeers
Don`t have much to fill the wallet
From these little transparent masks now.
Masked faces have faded out from amidst us all
And there walk many without faces at all!
The poet himself has none.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Assume They Lie
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
Even those first introduced.
Assume they lie.
Relieve yourself,
From listening to future excuses.
Until someone has won your trust.
With a thorough scrutiny,
Only time affords one they can safely give up.
Don't try to analyze someone first met.
Assume they lie.
Assume they disrespect.
Assume they gossip like all the rest.
Today...
With various masks worn,
To disguise and hide.
Assume people lie.
When meeting someone fresh upon the scene,
Assume they lie...
Until your honesty and dignity given,
Has not corrupted your willingness to trust.
Don't sit in denial with tears to cry.
Until that time has come,
And you are convinced...
You have met someone different,
Than those who have rushed away...
After crushing your trust.
Assume they lie.
Don't even try to wonder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conflict Of Interest
How can you make such preposterous declarations.
That I have a conflict of interest?
When each and every interest I have,
There is not one conflict...
Have I ever expressed about them.
None!
And I would like to know this...
Who believes better than I do,
What my interests are?
'I 'think' you are misunderstanding,
Your position as treasurer of the committee.
You see...
You can not champion the act of integrity,
And then take the money you are trusted with...
To establish your own loan company.
THAT can also be construed as either theft or fraud.'
Well,
Make up your mind!
Are you accusing me of being a thief...
Without integrity?
Or one who maneuvers fraudulently with interest?
And may I add this to your unfounded claims,
Where am I suppose to have this conflict?
I am perfectly aware of my activities.
And I vehemently protest your absurdities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The True Me
The me that wants to fall in love,
Not spend another night in a,
Lustful bed.
The one that is deaf,
Because of her mothers hate cries.
The me that takes the word danger with a grain of salt,
And will try anything once.
If not killed might try it again.
The one that really thinks she is beautiful and sexy,
And enjoys getting dressed up,
Because then someone might notice her.
The me that is a broken and fallen angel,
Picking up all the pieces.
But needs your hand to learn how to start,
Putting them back together again.
The one that is a weak, loud, strong leader,
Who will put you before herself anytime, anywhere.
The person that you cant see from a far.
The someone that you cant find skin deep,
Even if you looked real hard.
This me is the one who is only shared within whispers,
And hidden within too many masks.
The masks are like a layered cake and I am at the bottom
Every word within the poems that I write
The masks crumble at the tip of my pen
And I expose to you
The true me
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The Madman - His Parables and Poems
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
'Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.'
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear
of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top
cried, 'He is a madman.' I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed
my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I
cried, 'Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.'
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in
us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail
is safe from another thief.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Released From Their Craze
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of rifts!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
This is beyond diets to keep.
And New Year resolutions made,
To begin exercising or a smoking that is hard to beat...
For those wishing to be brave.
Although they increase the eating of sweets.
Believing that shifting from one thing to another thing saves.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
No one with thoughts they are better than others,
Will continue to deceive with the purposes to defeat.
No one with thoughts they will achieve success,
With a manipulation done...
To diminish with restrictions to everyone,
NOT anymore.
And NOT encouraged under over or besides 'this' Sun.
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
That their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
And those non-believing,
Will find themselves less afraid.
And those non-believing,
Will be released from their craze!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is a career of make-believe, of masks. We all have masks in life.
quote by Judd Nelson
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Avoid conflict
Conflict demolishes
Wealth house
Avoid conflict.
Conflict perishes
Body Soul
Avoid conflict.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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by being not confident
at first you may wear masks
lots of them
in different sizes
and colors
and you face yourself
with mirrors around you
and you laugh
this is very
interesting
I will not be hurt
I will even hurt
Them
Then
Someone comes
She loves you
And wants
The real you
And you love
Her
When the time
To make love
& kiss you
remove the masks
both of you
it is more exciting
than interesting
this time
the pain is stronger
too
it is the fairness
of hide and seek
that tells
about pain and pleasure
wearing masks and
removing them
making love and
undressing
naked both of
you feel something
more is concealed
this time
you go beyond
you peel skins
subcutaneously
the soul demands
no bodies as masks
and as you close
both of your eyes
and see what is
beyond these bodies
these subcutaneous masks
tell yourselves
beyond these bodies
there is still more
as true love so demands
some spaces some silences
between you and him
where God must dwell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Spaces Some Silences
by being not confident
at first you may wear masks
lots of them
in different sizes
and colors
and you face yourself
with mirrors around you
and you laugh
this is very
interesting
I will not be hurt
I will even hurt
Them
Then
Someone comes
She loves you
And wants
The real you
And you love
Her
When the time
To make love
& kiss you
remove the masks
both of you
it is more exciting
than interesting
this time
the pain is stronger
too
it is the fairness
of hide and seek
that tells
about pain and pleasure
wearing masks and
removing them
making love and
undressing
naked both of
you feel something
more is concealed
this time
you go beyond
you peel skins
subcutaneously
the soul demands
no bodies as masks
and as you close
both of your eyes
and see what is
beyond these bodies
these subcutaneous masks
tell yourselves
beyond these bodies
there is still more
as true love so demands
some spaces some silences
between you and him
where God must dwell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The theater, bringing impersonal masks to life, is only for those who are virile enough to create new life: either as a conflict of passions subtler than those we already know, or as a complete new character.
quote by Alfred Jarry
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Aggressing Their Way Into Total Isolation
Aggressing their way into total isolation.
As demands for their way of life,
Burdens humanity.
And focuses all to the core of this strife.
With weapons used to end conflict...
Only resulting in the advancement of it.
And those who believe,
These antiquated methods...
Proves a superiority.
With a condoned authority!
Will see in such ignorance,
The beginnings of self hatred.
With an inner guilt that does not diminish.
When the 'spirits' of the heavens...
Releases upon them,
A taste of their own wickedness.
And it comes as a welcome.
With no enforcements,
Coming that can combat it.
Or other mortal 'rulers'...
Combining in like mindsets,
Defending them to dispense...
Upon them favoritism.
As all will witness this affect,
That humbles and corrects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where There Is Inconsistency
Where there is inconsistency,
There is going to be confusion.
And if confusion is involved,
Conflict will soon be in the mix.
Conflict foolishly is presented,
With a 'thing' intentionally meant...
For those caught up in it to get.
With a game outdated played.
And saddened are the people,
Who realize too late,
There is nothing they can do...
To stop it or watch it dissipate.
Death and the threats of it,
Are no longer feared...
By those who will protect,
'Their' own interests best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man to woman as sun to plant
Sun is a must, to excite a plant.
Else hormones are not to thaw.
Sun is the cause for scorching it.
Plant cannot dispense with the sun.
Woman cannot dispense with men.
Not to be burnt, she must sweat out.
03.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Caged Prisoners
They take a vote to decide,
Whether or not they should move forward?
And another to decide if they should abandon,
Those limitations of thought and the process of it!
This may seem ludicrous...
But people like this actually exist!
They think of themselves as being progressive...
With an exactness,
Even caged prisoners would petition against.
And despise they do,
Those who protest their degraded quality of life.
They prefer that such issues be kept quiet...
And not attract attention.
Lessons received from their ancestors.
With content and comprehension...
Has been released and is nonexistent!
And yet...
At odds with the delivery, purpose and perception.
When in celebration of historic events...
Although clearly maintaining the routine of values meant!
Nothing more!
Just the pretense of it!
Even though an hypocrisy kept,
May be in conflict with the hip hoppers...
Unwrapping disrespect gone unaddressed.
With presentations that expose cracks on naked butts!
As minds fly high around warning signs posted on trees,
Above the pictures of missing neighborhood children!
But who really cares...
When there are still those who are trying to 'project' traditions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Catch a Butterfly
Deep lies the truth, unfathomed,
you cannot touch it.
Crossing the faceless matrix,
do not reach the level,
reasoning flattens the spikes.
On sand, elixir falls
like drops from awakening.
Arising from sorrow,
mustiness fills your eyes.
This was truth or untruth,
two strokes of madness,
wedged between night and sun.
Silence becomes an eloquent speech.
Each day brings silly
statements wearing artful masks.
Commentary on a vision fails.
Right versus wrong.
The conents of conflict always
linked the fear with poverty of a Being.
The involuted self uncurls
a scheme of war with a big world.
Now the smiles catch
a butterfly to immitate the colors.
poem by Satish Verma
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Yes, Evil Does Exist
Yes,
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.
There is a call from those of peace,
To have peace from us cheered and hailed.
But evil has to be combatted.
And to do it,
We must stand tall.
And not crawl on the ground,
Like frightened sand dwelling snails!
Evil does exist.
And is attempting to prevail.
To hide or run away from it,
Allows it a power to weaken us...
And to do it without fail.
And the ones who chase deceit away,
Must be praised and not diminished.
They are the ones to dare to face the truth.
With a struggle to end evil!
Knowing by confonting it...
Will expose evil,
And the doers of it 'snuffed' out quick.
IF...
We do not succumb to the ways,
Evil plays...
On the minds of those unconscious,
To get its wickedness done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Solemn As One By One
HOW solemn, as one by one,
As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty--as the men file by where
I stand;
As the faces, the masks appear--as I glance at the faces, studying
the masks;
(As I glance upward out of this page, studying you, dear friend,
whoever you are;)
How solemn the thought of my whispering soul, to each in the ranks,
and to you;
I see behind each mask, that wonder, a kindred soul;
O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,
Nor the bayonet stab what you really are:
... The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting, secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,
Nor the bayonet stab, O friend! 10
poem by Walt Whitman
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Soon Will Come to Be Shown
Left to sob are those addicted,
To rituals that contradict.
And it may be hopeless to awaken them,
From lives restricted to limitations and sins...
That conflict.
All have been conditioned,
To accept traditions without thought or compromise.
How can someone considered to be a nonconformist...
Expose to those known,
Their 'realities' have been based on lies.
And that to them soon will come to be shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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