Each Night That Dissolves Into Bright Daylight
The droning of their complaints remain unchanged.
A reaching to conceive refreshing heights of consciousness...
Goes unaddressed.
An addiction to deceive is profoundly obsessed.
And left to those who choose to break away,
From a conformity suppressing common sense...
Each night that dissolves into bright daylight.
Leaving those 'dense' to restrict movement.
With a choice of conflict and wickedness to sicken.
As attractions to define limitations are defended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Dissenting Make No Sense
Those dissenting make no sense.
They wish to keep things as they are.
In a backward movement...
That breeds a continuum,
Of a falsely fed decadence.
Anyone who speaks of change,
They wish to proclaim as insane.
And defame their names.
With a wish of blissful ignorance...
To remain for them without shame.
Those dissenting make no sense.
They choose to debate with conflicting arguments!
To keep themselves quite demented,
And quite dense.
And attack they will,
To fulfill their aims.
Ensuring no one becomes enlightened.
Ensuring no higher consciousness,
For them is gained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staring Them In the Face As Proof
To 'know' God is to be 'free' of inhibitions...
Pretensions and superstitions,
Those demonic live to identify.
To restrict consciousness to limits.
With attempts to keep what is valued unchanged.
And controlled
By delusion and the enforcement of conflict!
But then again...
Some folks are waiting for evidence that God exists.
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
And the Earth,
The living reason that affords all to leech upon it...
Shakes everywhere beneath their fragile feet.
With the hope of awakening a broadened consciousness.
And the knowledge that man made time is not on their side,
Waiting in an understood patience...
For absent minds to decide,
Which 'fate' is more acceptable to take.
And which one should be left,
To address in debate!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
With all that there is,
Staring them in the face as proof!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose To Fly
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unchanged
Unchanged,
With a wish to remain the same...
People dare to make claims,
Of better days for them that come.
And when those days do come,
Unlike the other ones...
They do not see them as being better.
Since unchanged,
Are their same complaints...
Seeking acceptance in those better days,
They can not recognize as changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obsessed
Every day, night, moment, this boy is on my mind
But tomorrow is the last day that I'll ever see him
He's going off to the real world, leaving me behind
And I don't know if I can go on, or even breathe
Should I tell him the truth? Or should I live my live
Regretting what I choose tomorrow, forever?
I love him like it's my job, but I need to move on
I can't, though, I'm obsessed, sir, obsessed, sir...
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Extremities Restricted Would Upset Me If Limited
Because I am blessed with vision.
I am more inclined to believe what I see,
Than what I hear with my own ears.
Because I do have a sense of touch.
I'd rather feel than have described to me,
What it is to experience that which I can hold.
Because I have a heart,
Sometimes in conflict with my mind...
I still find most times a connection I can define.
And blessed I am to have legs with feet,
I can choose to use them...
To come to go from inside to outside as I please.
To have any of my extremities restricted,
Would upset me if limited.
Especially if I am convinced their movement is mine.
I have been spoiled with these blessings.
And to sit and procrastinate,
Would be a waste of abilities as if I could stop time.
Yes I have been oppressed with a suppression that tests.
But I will not let that undo the best of me...
To allow what is believed to prevent my forward steps.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ascension Ii
(Excerpt from a recent letter to a friend)
What is ascension;
Ascension to me means a move to higher consciousness in or out of the body. Those that want the status quo will be given the opportunity to remain in their immovable/unshakable mindset. Those that attain higher consciousness will have the choice to move on or stay to help enlighten those that are still asleep.
When referring to ascension regarding you, I meant that you have become wiser and better able t see that higher consciousness is your reward in this lifetime. Whether you choose to stay in your body or leave is optional.
I told Brandon this morning that our work during these difficult times is in our relationships. Reconciliation with family, friends and partnerships is what will move us toward enlightenment more quickly.
Trying to do battle with evil in the streets is counterproductive to our growth. Wickedness has a way of imploding and destroying itself.
Don't fret over Mother Earth, she's been taking care of herself for billions of years. When she's had enough she simply shakes off us fleas through cataclysm.
We need to clean up our own internal house ('Know Thyself') because this teaches us how to live in harmony with this planet and each other.
ROTMS
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Acceptance of Limitation
An intelligence defined by its commonness.
With conditioning affects,
Repeatedly unchanged...
Remains the same in its acceptance,
Of limitations confirmed and expected.
It is not reaching for heights unknown.
Or maverick voyages inspected to address.
Since little of that is nurtured or shown.
Within itself...
There is a discouragement left.
Although a willingness is welcomed,
A birth that clings onto a faith untested...
Allows a growth of hypocrisy condoned.
On foundations grown...
Initializing at its base.
This is not to be question or challenge.
Definitions have been set in place!
The realism of symbolism flourishes.
Never to be erased or end confrontations,
Taking place within.
A intelligence seeking comprehension...
Struggles with knowledge.
And attempts to avoid division.
But eventually chooses to separate in isolation.
To protect from the effective feeding of delusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be As It Is to Please Those Who Enjoy That
It is what it is!
No matter if one's perception,
Does not reflect
What another should accept.
One who finds comfort...
Whether in chaos or conflict that sits.
If it is what it is,
And those have no problem with it...
Have ceased their explorations.
They express no desire,
To make something else from them...
And for them alone not to fit!
Then one who sees this activity differently,
Has a choice to leave it alone and split.
And in the leaving one discovers,
A peace of mind one takes away...
From that which isn't!
Since others see not.
And that which has been declared as 'is'
Finds its own purpose.
And 'is' to be left alone to be just that!
What it is.
Nothing more will it choose to be.
And choosing to see what is for what it isn't...
Provides no progess at all!
Not for the one seeking fresh...
Instead of familiar stale air which is kept,
As it is left!
To be as it is.
To please those who enjoy that!
Whatever that may be.
That which 'is' that leaves them pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choice of life
Human have a gift named a choice
Human have an illusion named a choice
There is no other creature that should decide more to live
Human have a hope called a choice
Human have despair called a choice
There is no other creature that trapped often in such continuous and repeat conflict
Some could turn good because one choice
Some could turn bad because one choice
All have the consequence but right or wrong will never be known before
Human have a wish for a choice
Human have regret for a choice
There is no other creature that always goes between happiness and sorrow
When a choice made not all may be satisfied
When a choice made not all may be rescued
But the change will never happened if we stay silent
Human have fate to choose
Human also choose their fate
The interaction of those things will create what people called the choice of life
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Evolvement
One can not live a life,
Refusing to accept its transitions.
Many state they will remain unchanged.
And unlike some they come to criticize,
They will keep their feet planted on the Earth.
With kept pretentions denied.
To not comprehend the evolving done,
When one from birth,
Back to Earth all are 'unconditionally' welcomed...
And no one is shunned,
Is a belief any one can remain unchanged,
On this Earth to be perceived as one to be 'earthy'.
To experience what they 'conceive' leaves them uncommon.
All are here to grow to bloom...
With a whithering to make room as nature chooses.
To be foolish about the changing phases of these transitions,
Is one observed to be afflicted with ego self inflated.
And here to judge self righteously,
How others bloom from a bud to nourish Earth's 'evolvement'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Appears Is Clearly Here
Foolish are the ones,
Who believe something they have done...
Is forever etched in stone,
Unchanged.
With claims they own 'discoveries'
Always to remain the same!
For them these days come to amaze.
Some will be dazed.
And left crazed.
For them these days come to amaze...
With few left wishing,
For what's been missed.
For them these days come to amaze.
Some will be dazed.
And left crazed.
A lifting of a consciousness,
Hits!
What is reminisced,
Has been dismissed.
A freshness has arrived,
Upon the lips and ears.
And what appears...
Is clearly here!
A lifting of a consciousness,
Hits!
What is reminisced,
Has been dismissed.
A freshness has arrived,
Upon the lips and ears.
And what appears...
Is clearly here!
Foolish are the ones,
Who believe something they have done...
Is forever etched in stone,
Unchanged.
With claims they own 'discoveries'
Always to remain the same!
For them these days come to amaze.
Some will be dazed.
And left crazed.
For them these days come to amaze...
With few left wishing,
For what's been missed.
A lifting of a consciousness,
Hits!
What is reminisced,
Has been dismissed.
A freshness has arrived,
Upon the lips and ears.
And what appears...
Is clearly here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ghetto Dressed
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
It may not be politically correct,
To address this publicly.
Or expect this confessed.
But some who lack a certain finesse...
With social graces limited at best.
May acquire an appearance,
That might impress.
However...
If there is no consciousness,
That understands there is more to success...
Than 'things' one possesses.
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
And 'if' left unaddressed...
It will never progress,
To heights of one's accepted satisfaction.
That's just the way it is,
Without polish, sacrifice and a few tears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Unaddressed
They would like to excuse their degradations.
With their hands-on implementation of it.
To accuse others for standards and values...
Placed upon them from 'out-of-the-blue'.
And for generations there had been success,
By using the media to focus on this unrest.
With eyes focused upon the urban areas.
While the desperate needs of these folks...
Were purposely left gone unaddressed.
Well...
Those days are slowly moving on.
With a revelation...
That has come to unmask the perpetrators.
And a host of them,
Professed to be religiously those upright citizens.
For photo-ops in daylight to capture their fixed smiles.
With intentions to deceive and bleed with misdeeds,
In darkness.
Where demons like these spread and leave their bile!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever Initiates Your Motivation
What is wrong with you?
You have just been slandered.
Your good deeds done diminished.
Your character is daily assassinated.
And you can smile like that?
'Of course.
Do you know how long it has taken me,
To gain the attention of those who deceive?
This is the most refreshing time of my life.'
I think you're nuts!
'Thank you very much.
And if I had no value to place on your opinion,
I'd be devastated by your remarks.
As long as you believe I am crazed,
We will remain the best of friends.'
WHY?
Why do you do what you do?
It makes no sense to me.
'Whatever initiates your motivation,
Has nothing to do with how I get mine.
Remember that.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be With You Again
Ive been making moves in chains
Wrapped around my hollow heart
The thought of you remains
I cant replace your face no matter how I try
And in the night I cry from wanting you
You know I thought I could not lose
America was calling me
You said I must choose
Between a life of love or visions that will fade
And now the choice is made Im so lonely
Can you feel me
Reaching out to you
Im so lonely
Are you lonely too
I would give anything
To make you understand
That I would go anywhere
To be with you again
Heaven help me if you can
I remember better days
But now I understand
You cant buy happiness, love is not for sale
The night is turning pale and Im needing you
Ive tried to talk the time away (but the time is here to stay)
Empty ears arent listening
To one word I say (time to play)
The dream became a big machine out of control
And here inside my soul I am so lonely
Where are you now
When I need you so
Im so lonely
I need you to know
I would give anything (can you feel me)
To make you understand (reaching out to you)
And I would go anywhere (where are you now)
To be with you again (when I need you)
I was standing in the rain
I was trying to break the chains
I was calling out your name (something snapped inside of me)
I need to be with you again, yeah
Baby
Can you feel me (can you feel me now)
Reaching out to you
Im so lonely (I am so lonely girl)
Are you lonely too
Where are you now (I would go anywhere)
Now I need you so
Im so lonely (I am so lonely girl)
I need you to know
I would give anything
To make you understand
And I would go anywhere
To be with you again
And you are the only one
Who can break these chains
And I would go anywhere
To be with you again
(can you feel me)
(reaching out to you)
(where are you now)
(when I need you so)
(Im so lonely)
(are you lonely too)
(where are you now)
(now I need you)
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In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.
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