Evidence Of An Imbalance
Naturally...
If someone accepts something has no substance,
Because of teachings believed.
They are going to be shocked,
To find the opposite.
But an ignorance has blocked its benefit.
And the one who profits from this blocking,
Is the one who created tainted beliefs.
Even though in reality...
Neither receives a complete and wholesome experience,
From these actions to increase a shallowed authority.
And this reflects on the detriment of one's comprehension!
To become indoctrinated into a falsity believed,
Ultimately feeds a diseasing mind to unwind in time!
To leave evidence of an imbalance.
And this consequence is irreversible!
A damage done is what it is...
Unsalvageable!
Worthless to others.
But within itself...
Thought a priceless and much sought,
Rare commodity.
Everyone dreams to possess.
With the best of propaganda and marketing accessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Direct Correcting
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
To obtain experience,
And gain a knowledge that transcends...
Where an 'awareness' accepted,
Once had been.
Rarely opens all minds at the same time.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
With a defense mechanism,
That stalled like a wall...
The coming in of a comprehension.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
But every now and then,
I can not just sit and pretend...
I am accepting of anyone's delivery to receive,
From them...
A blinding disrespect without my direct correcting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believed You
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed what you said
The lovin days were through
But you were fooling around
I found somebody who,
Will never never take your place
Will never give me your embrace
But now that youve shown your face
Youve broken her heart too.
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just cant leave her blue
Or else Ill be alone
Well I just cant leave her now
It wouldnt be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now youve broken her heart too
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just cant leave her blue
Or else Ill be alone
Well I just cant leave her now
It wouldnt be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now youve broken her heart too
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now its up to me
song performed by by Kinks
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Whatever It Is Determined To Be
It can only be appreciated for what it is,
As it is existing.
To wish for it to become something that it isn't...
Doesn't give it more value.
Or will ever increase its worth.
Not to the one observing...
And diminishing it with wishes.
The one who comes to cherish it as is...
Is the one who sees it as a benefit!
Whatever it is determined to be...
And by who determines it,
Makes it precious.
A priceless commodity.
Praised.
And a much sought after need,
Once that has been determined.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let It All Out
(with a little inspiration, from Neil Young)
Now that I find myself
loosing my mind
can you feel my doubts?
Playing with the divine
you dangled it, above
as you lied,
of feelings of permanence
Facing me
we opened ours hearts
in trust, built on false honesty
Now that I let myself
love you
do you think I can
change it in a day?
Why did you hold love above me?
Did I lie to you when I said,
that I believed in you-
Yes, I believed in you
In the esctacy
of our love, we belonged
to a larger brighter world
both meeting ourselves, in the other
we were complete
Now that I let myself
love you
do you think I can
change it in a day?
Finding myself stuck
in what I once thought
was real, is now changing
and gone
I believed in you-
Yes, I believed in you.
poem by Adryan Rotica
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Role Play Dreams
We've been fogged by ambiguity.
And role play dreams.
It,
Had been never my wish...
To leave you.
Maybe to lead and guide.
As if to mentor.
It,
Was something done,
We both needed.
That's what I,
In my selfishness believed.
Perhaps it was me,
Who sought compassion.
On a schedule.
And you...
Sought that too!
Too much.
As if to greed.
You were someone I could easily love.
Endlessly.
And maybe you felt squeezed.
Or sought you thought to please...
A constant feeding of my needs.
And fresh air was not there enough...
For you to freely breathe.
Perhaps it was me,
Who sought compassion.
On a schedule.
And you...
Sought that too!
Too much.
As if to greed.
But you received little of that from me.
And too late it is for me to see.
We've been fogged by ambiguity.
And role play dreams.
It,
Had been never my wish...
To leave you.
Maybe to lead and guide.
As if to mentor.
It,
Was something done,
We both needed.
That's what I,
In my selfishness believed.
And it that could have been,
Has diminished.
With me,
Selfishly...
Thinking of myself as the center,
Ending your dreams with me...
Foolishly finishing to end it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lesson #1
Lesson #1...
You can not convince those,
Who have made up their minds...
That an alternative approach,
Will provide a better benefit.
They will not hear it!
Since their minds have been blocked,
And limited.
Leave them alone,
To experience their own ignorance.
And by doing this...
You have removed yourself,
From feelings of guilt and remorse.
Left behind for someone else,
To eventually admit.
You must allow them to confront their egos...
On their own terms.
If you don't...
No one grows to learn!
And an ego on a rampage,
Isn't worth sacrificing...
An earned peace of mind!
Leave that nonsense,
To find its own way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Irrational And Static Combatives
There is no justification I can show,
For resenting those spending their lives...
Wasting their gifts to them presented,
In fears they try to hide with lies.
Or those who actually have created careers,
Preventing others...
From doing what they do,
By the use of backroom tactics...
Intentionally to smear with a doing so clear.
I've witnessed the evidence,
How a sharing of gifts increases progress.
I've witnessed the evidence,
Of those blocking others with a stopping...
That eventually diminishes their own quality of life.
Only to call for a unified effort...
When it begins to dawn on them,
A doing of nothing done...
Reflects a jealousy deceivers participate in.
Leaving them to become losers...
In a game they sought to see others victims.
There is no justification I can show,
For resenting those spending their lives...
Wasting their gifts to them presented,
In fears they try to hide with lies.
Or those who actually have created careers,
Preventing others...
From doing what they do,
By the use of backroom tactics...
Intentionally to smear with a doing so clear.
Defining with unquestioned meaning...
The demeaning of irrational and static combatives.
I have no justification for a resentment shown towards this.
Although there is a definite existence of it,
In environments where people find this accepting.
And I'm discovering my tolerance becoming more limited.
Although from it,
I do choose to move but still feel affected.
Is it ignorance if it overwhelms and conditions?
Is it ignorance if it conditions into subdivisions?
Is it just a condition of ignorance...
That continues to offend when this is mentioned?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Not Too Many People
There are not too many,
Who can leave hurdles leaped.
That others seek,
To reach and stir someone within.
With a tone that is expressed,
From an honestness.
And that's how those protective walls,
Come to be shakened.
To break and awaken.
There are not too many...
Who can express,
An experience they possess.
Not one that affects,
A comprehension that connects.
There are not too many,
Who can say they have lived.
And this is believed.
From an understanding given and perceived.
There are not too many people,
Unafraid to 'be'.
Without their hearts,
Left to bleed on their sleeves...
Publicly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Euronomics
To those still hypnotized by fantasy,
Euronomics has come to purchase fresh dreams.
Inventions created to bait your pockets dry,
Have died.
The slime of subprime hides true crimes.
A blank piece of paper,
Has more value than your last dime.
However...
Keep your delusions!
They are as priceless as worthless commodities.
But these times warned were not believed.
And those who sacrificed 'things' to breathe freely...
Can rest peacefully,
As those who snubbed them bleed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believe it Now
I never believed in magic...
until u came into my life;
then all have been magical in my eyes.
I never believed that dreams come true;
till u made them real for me..
then all I see with you is just reality.
I never believed that love could move mountains...
till u moved one for me;
and then i knew that love could set me free.
And i never believed that one could die of a broken heart.
I believe it now- when you left me...
when you left me helplessly.
: -(
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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No More A Place In My Mind, As Before, For You!
Father, though not with us, causal are you to much of my pain!
Naught would I not do though still to see you once again!
Opine would I to you as to why you chose your path-
Many different choices, many different ways the world hath!
In many ways were you my hero- in many ways my opposite:
Why and how could you live with yourself, I would posit!
Happy Birthday to you Father- perhaps best that you're gone-
Allowance made it is for less anger- after your dawn!
I've met someone Father, who I believed only to be a fantasy-
She falsely believed I was as you- though a tremendous falsity!
Amazing though she certainly is- very much too, fragile-
Make well again her heart and mind- mine own domicile!
My Father, once my hero, I bid you now adieu!
No more a place in my mind, as before, for you!
Maurice Harris,7 January 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Now That It Is Shown
Whatever it is you thought it was...
Isn't.
Nor had it been.
Although you were convinced...
It would never end.
And now that it is shown,
What you believed was known...
Has gone.
You want to know what is going on.
Reality as it should be!
Had not been introduced.
Not like it is now...
For all to see.
And many are in denial...
That 'this' reality,
Is not what they expected...
To leave such an effective,
Truthfulness!
And those nourished on complete fantasy...
Believe 'reality' should be encouraged,
To approach them!
As a means to allow its acceptance!
And sickened by an exclusivity nonexistent.
'Why are they here dressed in tuxedos and furs? '
They wish to show themselves as the chosen.
And have come to impress the unconscious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Has To Be Witnessed To Be Believed
There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
And their minds have been conditioned,
To not achieve anything more than medocrity.
And expect even less from those chosen.
To show their blatant disrespect with flagrance.
It has to be witnessed to believed.
And when one speaks of the effects,
Of this atrociousness...
One becomes despised as if a tradition exposed,
Has been severely compromised.
Like the keeping of an unflushed toilet as a symbol,
Of achievement.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And walls are built to surround this filth,
To hide and keep those lies alive in the bowels...
Of these 'communities' unseen,
In the midst of manicured surfaces.
To allow the nourishment of maggots to come and go,
As they damn well please.
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
That such unconsciousness perceives,
This activity achieves a certain purpose.
'And what is that purpose? '
A control over a divine and global ignorance.
To keep those enriched with their wickedness.
With a show of total disregard for the Creator!
Agitating...
A massive appearance of Super Intelligent Beings
To descend!
Saving this planet from complete destruction,
By such mindless fools.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And the outcome will not be prolonged in debates.
To allow incompetent jovial jestures to compensate,
For one's lack of a conscious comprehension.
These 'folks' are above and beyond those plateaus!
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden
I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.
No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.
And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.
And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Are They Now?
I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
And...
Where are those use to be's,
People believed...
Would never leave.
No I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
No I'm not.
And I...
Hope I'll never, ever...
Remain,
Unchanged...
To stay the same.
I...
Am not the same,
As...
I use to be.
And...
Where are those use to be's,
People believed...
Should never leave.
And where are those,
Use to be's...
People believed,
Would never leave.
Where are they now?
Those use to be's...
People believed,
Would never leave.
And where are they now?
Where are they?
Those use to be's,
People believed,
Would never leave.
Where are they now.
Where are they?
Those use to be's,
People believed...
Would never leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is A Remarkable Achievement Received
To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.
It happens.
One day,
Someone has a thought.
To arrive independently.
The having of it leads one to become suspicious.
It hurts and frightens,
To have it sit unsolicited.
And
One day,
Someone off balance is caught
To have no one around them to see,
A struggling being done
With a single thought brought to them,
From nowhere!
And this happening is not believed.
To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.
One is given an opportunity to think.
And on their two feet,
Their thinking process increases.
And one manages to do this all on their own!
To think!
And never before having had this experience.
Although at first one in this position,
May feel quite threatened.
And to others
This may not seem to benefit.
However
To be able to think,
Independently
AND on one's own two feet?
This is a remarkable achievement received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expected To Be Protected
There was a time I too,
Sought justification...
For my insecurities.
And excused my frustrations.
Then one day,
My faith was all I had left.
And I awakened to a depth of understanding.
With a comprehension that scared me half to death.
I realized I fed myself a safety net of deceptions.
And expected to be protected by God.
And God tested me with truth.
The kind that peels away all falsities.
Leaving me with a peace of mind.
I believed outside myself I had to find!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weakened By Created Nonsense
Today our lives are here to witness,
The staging of events.
Every increment of man made time,
Is to ensure fear is celebrated...
With our minds condensed in it.
Disturbance with the turbulence,
Is meant to not make sense.
Since all of us are thought to be unconscious,
To leave us weakened...
By the created nonsense.
Naturally we are born to love.
Not build fences of hatred,
Or feel a need to wear boxing gloves.
But to control is to condition.
With the selling of beliefs...
There is a need to increase suspicions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Speed of Upheaval
We can not all be shocked
By the speed of that which has been dropped.
The speed of upheaval that has blocked prevention,
To stop mind rot!
We can not all be that shocked.
Where have those of purpose,
Expressed with felt depth...
Gone!
Those who inspired,
That a thought process...
Be a gift protected.
And encouraged to go on.
Have they been mugged and stripped of it?
Have they been secretly captured and turned into conformists?
And those who are thinkers are now to be hunted...
And forced to listen to torturous ignorance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If...
If ev'ryone believed in adulthood,
We would not behave like impish children.
If ev'ryone believed in something good,
Perhaps our evils would never happen.
If ev'ryone believed in honesty,
Thoughts would not require representation.
If ev'ryone believed in identity,
Each person would not crave affirmation.
If ev'ryone believed in truthfulness,
We would not follow laws of hypocrites.
If ev'ryone believed in wanting less,
Maybe we could learn to want what we get.
If ev'ryone believed in how they feel,
What is imagination would be real.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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