Drops of It Hitting Shores Everywhere
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
But how can you keep such a stench out of the air?
How can you keep drops of it hitting shores everywhere?
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Throw Them Out
Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
They've been warned before,
To produce drastic changes...
Or they would experience closed doors.
Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
What will it take before their faking ends?
No bones have they thrown from their feasting,
Like fat hogs on their private jets...
Flying in to beg politicians in Washington!
How you seen the communities where these big industries are?
Have you observe the suffering
Who are the homeless and can not afford cars?
These fat cats who drink their scotch and smoke big cigars...
Could care less about their own mess they have created.
Or who is left to bare a lifetime of scars!
They profess that millions will lose jobs,
And a way of life if they aren't bailed out!
Those millions are now trapped in debt.
Trying to squeeze payments...
To feed these crooks of twisted mouths!
Let their continued deceit...
With their thieving greed,
Go bankrupt.
They've been warned before,
To produce drastic changes...
Or they would experience closed doors.
Closed them and locked them out!
And let those competent...
Apply those changes.
Leaving those sleaze and greasy beasts,
To earn their keep.
Regardless of who among them pouts!
Throw them out!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observe It and Believe
Release the tension in that grasp you have.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Just ask your spiritual guides to clear your path.
Material things you have wont last!
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
A new day is dawning...
To remove all masks.
And reveal the light you hold within!
A fresh awareness upon us all begins.
Observe it and believe.
With faith you will witness your happiness increase.
Observe it and believe.
A higher conciousness comes for you to receive.
Observe it and believe.
All conflicts seen from you will leave.
Observe it and believe.
The energy within you,
Has given you breath to breathe.
Inhale and exhale.
Do this quietly.
Observe it and believe...
God wants to free you from all lies and deceit!
Observe it and believe,
He has come to comfort!
He has.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Don't be afraid,
If the importance of your past...
Seems to be fading fast.
Let go and let God complete the task,
To bring upon you everlasting happiness.
Observe it and believe.
Expect this and receive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduction of Truth
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
A valued lifestyle for them has ended.
A blocking of delusions,
From them has been suspended.
The 'rumors' of truth has affected their minds.
They wish to pursue a tranquil existence.
And leave the 'presentation'
Of this 'interpretation' of such a rawness...
Behind.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
This introduction of truth...
They did not select or choose!
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
And afraid they are...
Of what comes next,
To knock on their doors.
So they peek to see...
Even in 'safe' neighborhoods,
They've lost their ability...
To secure a safety with stability.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
And they wish for some relief...
That would enhance their fading beliefs.
But none comes and they become stunned!
And left to defend...
In a civil unrest for them that begins!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paying Close Attention
What ammunition do 'I' use?
Truth.
Truth as I observe it to be.
You know...
The kind that I can see,
That is more real to me...
Than what someone else,
Wants to feed me as 'their' reality!
What ammunition do 'I' use?
Truth as I observe it to be.
And the process of effective listening.
You know...
Paying close attention.
Even to those unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Options of Deceit
I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.
And what I discovered about truth...
Had me dilute those delusions,
Until I was able to let them go completely.
I did not know truth and honesty...
Were not options of deceit?
Did you?
I believed deceit was used,
To protect those afraid to be too honest.
And I had heard that truth hurts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greasy Grass River
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Now Im swimming in the greasy grass river
On my way to the black pearl sea
Yeah Im floating down the greasy grass river
Come one child come with me
Life is so easy on greasy grass river
Just take my hand and we can pretend to be free
You wanna be
Free
Come on with me
Take me down to the greasy grass river
Wash my hands where the water is clean
Lay me down by the greasy grass river
And unfold my mystery
The greasy grass river has water that whispers
Lets listen closely while
She says she wants to be free
You wanna be
Free
You know what I mean?
Outro:
Im out of my pocket and Im out on my mind
Im out of my pocket and Im out on my mind
Im out of my pocket and Im out on my mind
Im out of my pocket and Im out on my mind
song performed by by Black Crowes
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As They Convalesce
Aging slick cliquers...
With nothing to offer,
But times gone reminisced.
Living with delusions,
That 'their' ancestors were the best.
Because they left them with fantasies and myths,
And how to live lives with thief, deception...
And gluttonousness!
Aging slick cliquers...
Pooped from pecking.
And drying out with wrinkled skin.
Sharing chats about when they were young...
With pretensions kept they learned back then!
As they convalesce in resting homes,
And abandoned by their thoughtless, self centered
Racist taught and greedy children!
Those of lustful, crushing and fast evaporating values.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sleeper
As Ann came in one summer's day,
She felt that she must creep,
So silent was the clear cool house,
It seemed a house of sleep.
And sure, when she pushed open the door,
Rapt in the stillness there,
Her mother sat, with stooping head,
Asleep upon a chair;
Fast -- fast asleep; her two hands laid
Loose-folded on her knee,
So that her small unconscious face
Looked half unreal to be:
So calmly lit with sleep's pale light
Each feature was; so fair
Her forehead -- every trouble was
Smooth'd out beneath her hair.
But though her mind in dream now moved,
Still seemed her gaze to rest
From out beneath her fast-sealed lids,
Above her moving breast,
On Ann, as quite, quite still she stood;
Yet slumber lay so deep
Even her hands upon her lap
Seemed saturate with sleep.
And as Ann peeped, a cloudlike dread
Stole over her, and then,
On stealthy, mouselike feet she trod,
And tiptoed out again.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Credited In Bad Debits
Accumulating wealth,
At someone else's expense...
Is a crime.
One with a selfishness of mind,
Has become oblivious to it.
Those who whine against this,
Believe their interests...
Has been to take from others.
In a declaration,
To stake as their claim.
Dedicated to steal...
As a birthright to aim.
With unconscious druthers...
Smothered in a pampered,
Selfcenteredness condoned.
To blame,
And...
Have no shame!
Nor guilt explicit if needs of greed,
Become limited.
Although they wish to be stimulated with...
A fragmented way of life they can not resist.
One that has hit an economic abyss...
Far and much distanced from a stolen bliss.
They alone wrecked with theft and havoc.
With demands continuing to exist,
To supplement an undeniable ending...
Persistent with a reality that dismisses,
Their addicted temper fits.
And fantasized delusions...
Now credited in bad debits,
Sitting in closed banks...
Issuing worthless I.O.U.s
On italic letterheads endorsed...
By a bankrupt federal government.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brimming to the Rim In Denial
Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
That can not be erased,
As seen.
No matter who declares,
What 'is' or is not obscene.
Truth is not another version of deceit.
To be interpreted to inspire a life of delusions.
And delusions have never strengthened reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Expense Others Have To Pay
I know you perceive me to be against your kept delusions.
I am not.
What I am against is the expense others have to pay,
To keep your point of view fantasized.
And so far what has been tried over and over again,
Is an obvious waste of valuable time...
With a funding of them that has reached its end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps If I Fantasized
Perhaps if I fantasized,
I'd find less time to be critical.
Perhaps if I adorned my eyes with blinders.
I wouldn't mind bumping against the decadence.
And convince myself.
What I've done is run into a flower,
That has grown releasing into the air.
Fresh floral scents.
And not the garbage that is there.
Perhaps if I fantasized,
I'd find more time to be surprised.
That I could actually do it!
With the covering of my eyes,
After a long tote on crack.
And believing myself to be a fire hydrant.
Soliciting strays dogs passing by to attract.
Perhaps if I fantasized.
Like many I would not recognize reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Sneaky Backbiters That Glide In Sleaze
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Adore the stench of it.
With campaigns to attract more,
To this mental disease.
Influenced by self hate.
With a debasement created and loved.
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Are seen digging their own ditches quick...
To satisfy those embraces faced,
With others in filth and sludge to hug.
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Entrenched in tracks with that to leave.
And quite excited in self righteous ways...
When investments tossed away from unsaved youth,
Delights them with an ignorance...
That keeps them all enslaved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man Is Foolish
The human mind works on three tiers
With upper, middle and lower levels
As the conscious mind, the subconscious
And the unconscious respectively.
While the conscious mind is voluntary,
The subconscious and the unconscious
Are autonomous and automatic.
The conscious mind is to one's awareness.
The subconscious colours the conscious mind
And the unconscious is independent.
Sexual overtone in the subconscious
Will impact the external behaviors.
The subconscious is the reservoir of
Lust, jealousy, fear, hatred and revenge.
Bitten by a dog, one is struck with fear,
Which lurks deep inside to fear any dog.
The subconscious and the unconscious
Are responsible for all the actions
Done impulsively or instinctively.
One is helpless to be not foolish.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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From Positions Of Popularity
When the obvious becomes less fantasized.
And delusions are premanently released,
From positions of popularity...
Can all then begin to confront ignorance,
As a preventable mental disease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Pay To Stay Fantasized
It doesn't pay to stay fantasized with delusions.
It can become very awkward to dismiss the truth,
When one's life is now depending on it...
To piece together something,
That will help them to understand...
How to accept it without embellishment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Benefit of Their Neglect
Some folks don't recognize a good thing
Even when they have it!
They will take it for granted.
Thinking it came to them easy...
So more has to be out there for the asking!
Until it becomes understood,
Their intentions to turn what is good...
Into something not so tasty!
They become deluded within themselves.
But delusions are what they are!
Based on fantasy.
And some folks have fantasized themselves,
Right out of the mix!
To secure something or someone that belongs...
It has to be appreciated.
It has to become a respected part of one's life!
When that appreciation goes?
So too a peace of mind one thought came,
And would stay at the benefit of their neglect!
Many do no get this!
And that is why 'that' which was theirs isn't there,
To be shared!
It has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dipped and Greasy
Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Many praying that the buffet will stay.
Many praying that they'll find another way,
To supply more condiments...
And remove the after dinner mints.
Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Dipped and greasy fingers licked...
Are slowly from us fading.
And those lips smacked,
Are begging for the buffet.
But a gluttony once loved...
Is slowly from us fading away.
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!
They once were licked with ease,
But those fingers have no buffet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Longer Is That Scent Addicting
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
Whipped nuts with minds burning up,
Are quickly crushing themselves...
From beliefs they keep unchanged.
Slipping grips on fed delusions.
And rapidly going insane!
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
And criticized for living my life.
With judgements made that I was crazed.
But my eyes beheld the decadence and blight...
Those who invited,
While ostracizing the ones they opposed...
Who had been right.
To leave them emotionally abandoned.
While a rejoicing in ignorance...
Excited in the darkest of nights.
Now they fight each other to spite in self hatred!
With accusations made and placed...
Upon me and others of colored face.
And those who sympathize with a guarded pace.
I hear the ones seeking,
And wishing for me to come to their aid.
I hear the voices ask forgiveness.
But how can that be done?
I am not the 'One' who comes to save!
When I,
Like the others...
Have accepted we've been shunned.
The 'gift' the evildoers gave.
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
And now I find I am too loyal,
To break away from my own escape!
For a return to a burning...
Once inside me yearning.
But no longer is that scent addicting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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