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Escaping Through A Defense

They wish to monitor,
The ones who are open...
With an honesty expressed.
While those dressed in masquerade,
Charading!
Are the ones escaping,
Through a defense...
To cause them heartbreaking.
Making fools of those who choose to abuse,
Themselves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Vanity Becomes One's Face

Unfortunately,
When vanity becomes the face...
Of one parading that around others.
A charading done that has taken place,
Becomes the accepted familiarity.

And when the time does come,
For that one to reveal underneath a mask...
Worn to masquerade reality.
What is seen is regarded as fake.
Leaving one without choices or options to make.

Unfortunately...
When vanity becomes the face,
Of one parading that around others.
A charading done that has taken place,
Becomes accepted familiarity.

When vanity becomes one's face,
Escaping these presentations...
Is difficult to erase to replace with truth.
Since deceivers only deepen,
A distrusting of them and whatever they do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sticky Fingerprints

How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?

I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.

And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.

How can you lie and fake,
Honesty and trust?
When your sticky fingerprints,
Are slick with each touch.

And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.

I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.

How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?

And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masquerade

Im here , laying underneath
But there is nothing left to say
You slowly went your way from me
Felt your softness fade away
Who am I ?
To make you stay
Oh , here we go again
Entering the masquerade
This is the place
Dreams will shatter
Cover your face and care no more
She dont care no more
These narrowed eyes I dont know
Nothing is there behind
The mask you wear
Now it feels so unreal
Cold as ice
This face I see
Masquerade , masquerade
Let me out
Masquerade, masquerade
Care no more
Masquerade
She dont care no more
Masquerade, masquerade
Let me out to save her

song performed by by Xymox
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Seen Before Throughout The Decades Passed

Those trying to 'find' themselves,
And have a firm hold onto their pretentions...
Only keep their intentions tricked.
Everytime they don a fresh masquerade.
Seen before throughout the decades passed.
But for those charading,
The fit for them...
Becomes something genuine,
To grab as a fast mask...
Until they are satisfied someone has been had!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Let Go Chorus

What's it gonna be
Cuz i can't pretend
Don't you wanna be more than friends
Hold me tight and don't let go
Don't let go
Have the right to loose control
Don't let go
Verse 1:
I often tell myself
That we could be more than just friends
I know you think that if we move to soon
It would all end
I live in misery when you're not around
And i won't be satisfied 'till we're taking those vows
There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
Oh, lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
(chorus)
Verse 2:
I often fantasize
The stars above are watching you
They know my heart and speak to yours
Like only lovers do
If i could wear your clothes
I'd pretend i was you and lose control
There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
Oh lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking, oh yeah
(chorus)
Bridge:
Running in and out my life has got me so confused
You gotta make the sacrifice
Somebody's got to choose
We can make it if we try for the sake of you and i
Together we can make it right
(chorus until fade)

song performed by by En Vogue
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A precious acquisition

Honesty,
A virtue so precious.
With it,
Lives are saved.
Without it,
Are lives destroyed.
Honesty,
A precious possession.

The humble,
Like a guest embrace.
The greedy,
Like an enemy they shun,
And with mud,
On its face they smear.
But the fools,
Like a stranger they fear.
Honesty,
A precious possession.

Its lovers,
To hens are metaphored,
But their ridiculers,
Are the hens themselves,
For God,
Honesty initiates and loves.
So anyone,
Who honesty champions,
Will for eternity,
God's friend remain.
Honesty,
A priceless commodity.

poem by Michael Wamalwa
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To His Defense

To his defense, I understand the problem that is at hand.
To his defense, I understand the turmoil behind all of this.
To his defense, you'll never live the life he has endured.
To his defense, judge, I object to the inaccuracies you are spewing forth.
Be prepared to kill two birds with one stone.

Anxiety rises about the room.
As the swine feeds on frozen hearts.
A sign of treason ascends in my thoughts.
My conscience was right, the traitor exposed.

To his defense, there must be a reason for all the things he has done.
To his defense, it could easily be a coincidence.
To his defense, look at him now.
He's happier than I'll ever become.
To his defense, theres no defense.
No toleration for betrayal.

poem by Aaron Lynn
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Aging Hands

There are those,
Spoiled from birth...
Who believe they can do,
Exactly what they please...
When and to whom they choose.

They do not accept responsibility for their actions.
And accuse others for being insensitive,
When their lack of accountability...
Infringes upon those deeds they perceive,
Are discussed too direct and much too frank.

These folks,
Are fighting internal battles.
And they surround themselves with others,
They rely to protect them...
From the pain of reality.

Unfortunately,
And eventually...
They are 'forced' to be the adults,
They dress outwardly and masquerade to be!

Very few,
Walking upon this Earth...
Are going to stagnate their own growth,
Raising stunted children's minds...
Charading themselves in adult bodies,
For too long!
Knowing something about this,
Is sick and wrong!

These times are changing much too fast...
To keep a grasp onto aging hands!
Especially when the traffic,
Is moving like it is...
In all directions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Admittance

I was thanked for my honesty today
A noble deed.
The truth unfolded
A validation of an honest woman
But yet I lie
and I lie
and I lie
Just like him
and you
and you.
So where does that leave me
Lying in a cesspool of honesty
Or just merely keeping my head above water
Escaping death only to drown
In your sea of mediocrity

poem by Alien Girl
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Unconditional and Uninhibited Love

What are you doing?
When I invited you out for dinner...
I did not expect this at all.

'You were the one to ask if I was uninhibited! '

I meant in private.
When we are alone!
Hurry up!
Get dressed.
This is embarrassing.
You are an exhibitionist.

'What difference does that make?
I told you I enjoy eating in the nude!
So you want me to take the tassels off my breasts too?
I thought you said you wanted to see me dance? '

Hurry up and get dressed.
This whole thing has been a misunderstanding.
Your ad said 'Unconditional and Uninhibited Love'.

'And...
What is your point?
I'm the one embarrassed.
I should have questioned you 'before' accepting your invitation.
You're the one who lied when you said I should be myself!
Didn't I tell you,
My honesty was rare?
That I kept nothing covered?
I was as naked to the truth as I can be? '

Yeah...
But,
People lie!
And this is 'too' much honesty.
I'm not ready for it.
Hurry...
Get dressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With No Escapes From It To Exit

There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.

With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!

With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!

With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!

With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!

With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Protecting Of Senseless Images

And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.

People are more connected,
To the making of impressions.
With a protecting of senseless images...
Publicly displayed,
While they charade impeccably dressed.

People seem too afraid,
To address what affects their well being.
And with a tolerance that is accepted,
Permit a poisoning of their minds...
To ignore both rhyme and reason.

Even if the effects with an approved neglect,
Brings them to choose either correctness or death.
Death wins!
Because people are more connected,
To an addiction of making impressions.
And in death...
Those who mourn will comment on how one looks,
Dressed impeccably in a 'box' to be dropped six feet under.

And never too far away have I strayed from curiousity.
In disbelief...
As to what people choose to grieve and prioritize.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Owe It First To Myself To Be Honest

I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I use to believe it did not matter,
If I kept the depth of my feelings hidden.
But then I realized I had a wish,
To have at least one person unafraid...
To escape and leave behind their pretentions.

And today after doing it to strip myself free,
My ability to recognize honesty in others...
Is a feeling I get that is non-verbally expressed.
And I could care less,
Who accepts expressed pretentions!
I owe it first to myself to be honest.

I had been the last to know I'd been tricked,
By the foolishness of believing others had arrived.
To find myself deluded in the midst,
Of those too comfortable with the telling of lies.
I can now detect with my ears and eyes.
To leave my honesty disguised if I must.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Needs to Inform Them

Personally...
I find it quite awkward,
To have them standing on the sidelines
Discussing the decline of their quality of life!
And now they come into the urban areas,
Looking for artists to disguise their vacancies.
This is what they do...
'To connect'.

I didn't mind it at all when the call was specifically,
To throw some paint on the empty buildings!
But now they want their faces painted to disguise their tears?
And all of this could have been avoided,
If they did not masquerade as they climbed up the ladder...
To shout out directions to those below them.
With the utmost disrespect.

Now they are trying to pretend they were on the look out.
And want to share in artistic profits,
By declaring finder's fees?
They are absolutely gifted in manipulation.
But this time they will have to suffer the consequences,
Of their actions.

And someone needs to inform them...
That the wearing of clown suits in the urban neighborhoods,
Is not a wise decision.

They have been living in isolation so long...
They actually believe some folks will accept them,
As performers from a circus coming to town?
This is not the time to take themselves so seriously!

And those they wish to entertain now...
With this 'sign' of brotherhood,
Are probably not going to find them amusing at all!
Especially when everyone knows,
These same antics were used to speed the decline!
They were dressed like fools.
And that's the way they were treated!

However...
Personally,
I find it quite awkward...
That they would try to ruin my reputation.
To have me appear to be stupid.
And they go to great lengths,
To appear as bigger fools!
Are they in competition to determine,
'Who' is the most ignorant?
I hope not.
Because they have won that,
With no objection expressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Was Seen Coming

It was seen coming.
Yes it was.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.

It was seen coming.
Oh yes it was.
An undoing stunning.
Yet...
Many did choose,
To hide their tools used.
With reactions so cool and smooth.
Wanting not to be the fools accused.
So a refusing they did do,
To appear with their dictating superiors.

They kept their trapped boxes locked.
Hoping what they started would stop the clock.
Taking off shoes and socks to sneak...
Down all hall corridors,
With a slipping past those...
Snoring with eyes closed.
Even when they were opened...
Impressively dressed thieves,
Came through and exited when they pleased.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honesty

You steal and take from everyone else do you feel good about yourself
Instead of taking try to give and then you'll feel good about the way you live
honesty need some honesty
too many of us filled with greed overlooking those who need
open your eyes and change your ways open your heart and break away
honesty

song performed by by Youth Of Today
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