Driven By Delusion
Driven by delusion?
Where did you get that conclusion?
We heard that and chose it to ignore.
Since we know how we arrived.
And persistence did it.
Most times with the pedal pushed to the floor.
With a confidence to approach,
And knock on many doors.
Driven by delusion?
Delusion might have taken the credit.
But we did not sit in stifled reminiscing!
With champagne sipping on caviar dreams!
Are you kidding?
Not one of us tried to find that time.
If you knew how precious to us time means?
Driven by delusion?
We do admit there had been some wishes.
But all of us are aware of this...
A good work ethic could not be dismissed.
And delusion came along for the ride.
Delusion had nothing to do with our drive!
Not a thing to do with this...
Not one bit!
And,
Let me say this...
'IF' you believe any of this was driven by delusion,
You obviously have been fantasized by 'bling'
And not by substance.
Since substance requires one to take control,
With an experience to be behind the wheel!
And none of us has acquired a taste for substitutes.
To waste and use as an excuse.
Choosing to lead.
And not be the ones who followed.
'And,
Just 'who' are the 'we' you refer to? '
Oh...
Apologies!
I always refer to myself in third person!
Especially if the task 'appears' to be more than I can handle!
With 'that' on my mind.
And so far...
I've underestimated myself too often.
But 'never' my abilities!
You have no idea,
How they seem to have a mind of their own!
'I'm learning not to take anything for granted!
Not a single thing.'
Why are you backing away from me like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Lived Most Of My Life In Delusion
I LIVED MOST OF MY LIFE IN DELUSION
I lived most of my life in delusion-
I dreamed I was writing great masterpieces-
Every life moment was hoarded
For the sacred work.
I am old now
The manuscripts are piled up
No one wants them;
I apparently was wrong about my life and work
I lived in delusion-
Now I have all the time in the world to do nothing in-
These lines too can go to the pile.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Come Closer
Are you an illusion of my delusion?
I seem to feel you from another time!
I seem to have had you in my mind.
And here you appear as clear to me.
Leaving me to wonder if this could be...
What I sought I could not touch in my dreams!
Is this real?
Is this reality?
When you look at 'me'
Do I appear to you as you appear to me?
Are you an illusion of my delusion?
Come closer...
Make me believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The final delusion is the belief that one has lost all delusion.
quote by Maurice Chapelain
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Shock
The shock of what is not,
Is more disturbing...
Than the acceptance of what is!
Once what is not,
Is stopped and dropped...
A reality delivered,
Ceases attempts...
To make what is not,
Meant to limit with intent.
Meant to have many consent...
To a controlled existence with contempt!
And what is 'not'...
Loses the attention given.
Loses an illusion driven,
To have and behold delusion.
And delusion and reality...
Do not a couple make.
Not today,
When earthquakes are shaking foundations...
Once believed permanent,
Because they were man made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obsession is just
Delusion that Reason's
unable to dispel;
perfectly acceptible-
'long as delusion
know's itself deceived.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Bombarded By A Variety Pleasures
There is a seeking to be entertained.
Not a desire to have their brains engrained,
With a maintained wisdom that sustains a momentum...
Gaining in comprehension, no!
They have done their best...
To restrict and depict as weak the existence of reality.
Delusion!
That's it.
A delusion that fits,
The welcoming of an expecting temperament.
With a keeping of secret misdeeds meant kept,
Self righteously protected by a deception expressed.
Delusion for them is the idol that symbolizes life.
And the living of it the way they like...
Bombarded by a variety pleasures.
And deceits of all kinds to lead away innocent minds,
Kept behind the scenes to partake as intended with others...
While discussing the rules and the nature of a game played.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delusion of time.
It`s just a delusion of time.
We thought we were more
But we aren`t,
No more than before.
No less than the future.
It`s just a delusion of time.
We thought they were here
Forever.
And now familar faces and smiles
Are not (just distant memories.)
And nor will ours
Be,
Eventually.
The road of the future
Is littered with the past.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Delusion disappeared
Delusion disappeared
by your presence.
I heard evolution
I heard dissolution
I heard immoral glory
I saw your wisdom
I saw your strength
I saw your valor
I saw your effulgence
I also saw your
Multifarious divine forms
Various colors and shapes.
Delusion disappeared
by your presence here.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A human being is part of a whole, called by us the 'Universe,' a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest--a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
quote by Albert Einstein
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A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest--a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Is It Just the Image
Which one of these traditions,
Seem more defended?
Is it deceit or delusion?
With the state of the economy,
Thrown in as an afterthought.
You know...
Those thoughts that come after,
Reality is addressed.
With little purpose considered,
As a notable priority.
False impressions are kept intact.
Fantasized lives that are not coming back...
Are given forums and empathized speeches.
Only a grandmother knitting from the third row,
Would appreciate this flow of debated pudding.
Which one of these traditions,
Seem more defended?
Is it deceit or delusion?
Or is it just the image...
Needing the most protection!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Darkened Runway
Once upon a time...
I was out of my mind!
Influenced by delusion
Believing what I wanted...
Was easy for me to find!
Like a dream wished,
Appearing undone
And not clearly defined.
I made the thought mine...
And it sat inside my head!
Only when I decided
To use God's given skills,
Did I I have the will
To focus upon my consciousness...
Get up from where I sat,
From others who dosed in and out
Of schemes with quick plots,
And boasted adventures.
Hoping to snatch 'possibilities'
From thin air,
And keeping hollow promises
There...
To do what needs to be done,
Tomorrow!
When tomorrow never comes,
For the one who sits and waits
To 'see' and contemplate what lands
Upon a darkened runway!
Showing no clues of a purpose,
Without the slightest light that dims...
Where to set the doomed flight down,
To meet a collision with fools,
In delusion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fools paradise
But its my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves
But its my turn to drive
Driven in --- driven to the edge
Driven out --- on the thin end of the wedge
Driven off --- by things Ive never seen
Driven on --- by the road to somewhere Ive never been
Its my turn to drive
The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on
song performed by by Rush
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By the profound words
Delusion disappeared
By the profound words.
You are no ordinary
Human being my dear poet
You are great of the greatest
You are pure you are superb
And transcendent.
I am overwhelmed
With joy and wonder
By your profound words.
With your poem
I behold all animate
All inanimate and many
Wonderful sights.
Thanks poet
Your poem is avyaya
Not destructible.
Delusion disappeared
By the profound words
Your poem is supreme
And I am dumbfounded.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Congratulations
Are you one to have pulled yourself away from...
The dance of delusion.
With 'laws' that proclaim...
A color blind inclusion.
And diversity administered,
By those who seek that done in quotas.
And this tremendous joke that floats...
Manages to do that!
And does it well.
Without giving a clue...
It's sinking comes much too fast!
Are you one to have pulled yourself away from...
The dance of delusion.
With 'laws' that proclaim...
A color blind inclusion.
And you see it for what it is?
Congratulations!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unwanted Headaches
One embittered with resentment,
And pretends...
Is not a student of forgiveness.
A self assessment done,
To cleanse and leave behind an anger felt...
Is one who can mend and move on!
Yet doesn't.
Someone ego driven,
And determined to have their way...
Suffers humiliation that comes one day.
To stay!
And there is nothing that can be said,
To one with this kind of thick head.
But a choice to leave them in their delusion,
Prevents the invitation of unwanted headaches.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Must Be The Place I Waited Years To Leave
(tennant/lowe)
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(everybody e-e-everybody
Everybody e-e-everybody
Everybody e-e-everybody
Everybody jump to attention...)
Each morning after sunblest
Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic
I waited by the staffroom
In time for benediction
Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love theres confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
To our voices nobodys listening
We shiver in the rain by the touchline
Then a coach ride to the station
My lord, the carriage awaiteth!
Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love theres confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
This must be the place I waited years to leave
And how
How long?
Im listening to the words I thought Id never hear again
A litany of saints and other ordinary men
Kneeling on the parquet
Whatever has gone wrong?
The fear and feeling hopelessness
I dont want to belong
I dreamt I was back in uniform
And a candidate for examination
History, someone had blundered
And a voice rapped knuckle under!
Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love theres confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
This must be the place I waited years to leave
And how
And how
How long?
(trebuet nash narod odnogo)
[our people demand only...]
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Whats Wrong With That
I may be rotten to the core
And stop me if you think I am
A kid in a candy store
The same as any dirty old man
I know Im not the first to see
I guarantee Im not the last
So take some good advice from me
Just try it once before you ask
I hear an enticing voice
(live it up, live it up, do it now, boy)
I dont like the other choice
(live it up, live it up)
Chorus:
Whats wrong with that
Whats wrong with the fountain of youth
Whats wrong with that
Whats wrong with a little self delusion
Who you think is foolin who
And who will be the last to laugh
Heres another lame excuse
Youre old enough to be her dad
Ive heard all the reasons why
(give it up, give it up, take a powder)
I turn them my blindest eye
(give it up, give it up)
Repeat chorus
Whats wrong with that
Whats wrong with a flower in bloom
Whats wrong with that
Whats wrong with a little self delusion
Days dont hide secrets of the heart
Only you and I do
Little white lies rip you right apart
And any way they want to
Life goes by, done before you start
I cant wait around to satisfy you
Chorus out
song performed by by Richard Marx
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The Catastrophe of Delusion
The catastrophe of delusion,
Conquered into submission.
And defeated by undeniable truth...
Wounds the minds of many!
The audacity of reality,
Tearing down walls of pretense.
Leaves an exposure of falsities...
With nowhere to hide.
Or a fence to sit!
Those aware with focused eyes,
Take comforts away...
From the ones medicated.
The ones sedated,
Who board daily...
Their escapading 'trips' as scehduled.
Anything to keep their minds numbed...
With detached satisfaction.
The catastrophe of delusion,
Conquered into submission.
And defeated by undeniable truth...
Wounds the minds of many!
As a way of life,
Quickly slips from their hands!
As those misunderstandings,
Are no longer in need of clarification.
What comes to an end...
Ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baby baby barefoot I am
Surrender survive
Name delusion rhyme
Pretender revive
In no no mode time
No think no heart
No melody shine
Baby baby barefoot I am
D d d dance
Barefoot I am
Be whatever wherever whenever
Rhythm blast forever cast
Drowned in devotion
Be whoever whyever reason of never
To love me to go with me
My time is loloways now
Swallowed by an ocean
Baby baby barefoot I am
D d d dance
Barefoot I am
Flower bloomed sublime
Will give it up all
If you touch my feet
Name delusion rhyme
Sound of an empty hall
Rushing back to the street
Baby baby barefoot I am
D d d dance
Barefoot I am
©Miroslava Odalović
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