Existing For Many
Which reality not accepted,
Existing for many...
Yet for some,
Refused and denied!
Why is it that those deluded, are given attention.
And those who seek truth...
Seem to be abused by deceit,
To be tricked and consciously lied.
And why is it 'that' which is observed,
Gets less respect...
Than the nonsense we've been taught to praise.
And why is it some days are confusing to others,
When all of us have been teased...
With addictions we crave.
Daily those temptations are sought,
With the acknowledgement we buy what we've bought...
Knowing that the price solicited,
Is one too high but we still agree and then overpay.
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This Is the Kind of Life
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
We are born to believe,
What is fed to us.
This 'feeding' is received...
And what is perceived,
We with others retrieve with like minds!
Preferring to find those of the same kind,
With like 'experiences' shared without fear!
And fear keeps us all indoctrinated to accept doubt!
Isn't that what marketing peace is about?
With the realization it will never be found...
As we rely on the production of conflict and confusion,
To always be identified!
Knowing that as well as we do.
And hoping this in our lives stays around!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
And is kept alive to thrive...
In comfort zones,
Until the day we die!
Leaving those who defy these 'truths'...
Spilling their guts out in confession booths.
Or squeezing themselves to sit in pews...
As they listen to hypocrites from pulpits preach,
To leech on minds already screwed and confused!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
Listening to teachings,
That 'demons' from hell have no wings...
Allowing to be demoralized on Sunday,
Learning more about the devil...
As we hear these 'disciples' sing!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raping of Reality
The human mind is fascinating.
It is programmed to manipulate.
The moment it is taught how things are connected...
A raping of reality begins.
A desire to impress with one's knowledge occurs.
Comparisons are sought and made.
And an ease of life is attempted.
Temptations are teased as denials are smothered.
Truth is hushed and medications are taken.
The human mind is fascinating.
It is programmed to manipulate.
The moment it is taught how things are connected...
A raping of reality begins.
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
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What Price So High Should One Agree To Pay
What price so high should one agree to pay,
That comes to sacrifice one's life away.
What degree of devotion is determined fits,
The giving one does...
With no return to replace any of it.
But remaining one does,
Attached to prove it to exist.
What price so high should one agree to pay,
To satisfy those judgemental.
As if it is known,
What a loyalty takes by those ready to critique.
Those without a discipline,
Or an intgerity instilled within one to keep...
Faithful.
What price so high should one agree to pay,
If the price one continues paying,
Is not to others valued.
Or observed to them to have worth,
With a benefit that visually impresses...
To measure up to the ever changing presence,
Of a quality of life fading from precious standards.
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Continue to Seek the Squeezing of Amusement
An absence of a definable consciousness,
Poses more of a threat...
Than suspected terrorists.
Especially to know that those who have obtained credentials,
With no evidence of common sense...
Are daily making decisions at 'our' expense.
And that is frightening to realize...
They have solicited and caused the decadence.
With a pride that is boasted,
And getting the attention relentlessly given to them.
Like someone who is 'roasted' but doesn't get the joke!
'Excuse me!
What was that Mister T? '
*I pity the fool.
I pity the fool.*
And we...
Yes you and me,
Continue to seek the squeezing of amusement from this.
As serious as our lives suspend on whimmed nonsense.
Existing on a brittle foundation.
And, in jeopardy.
As many laugh to find these observances 'cute'.
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Consequences Are Blindly Disregarded
Certain 'standards' lived!
To breathe and have a life all their own.
And finding themselves more celebrated,
From origins lifted yet denied fixed in myths.
Like the covers of books representing more to some...
Than introductions that describe content.
Even today,
Where is truth not debated?
Lies are created and worshipped.
And adored without exploration.
And an ease to deceive is received!
Often bitterly.
With apologies squeezed from behind tight lips.
Societies accept this...
'Forgive me for I have sin nonsense.'
An appropriate exchange,
For doing something.
And being totally conscious of the activity.
But hoping someone is weak enough,
To pray a punishment does not smother them in guilt...
IF they do not forgive with a forgetting done!
People believe what they are taught to believe.
Whether fact or contrived fiction.
Not too many seek to experience reality.
The kind that comes from a life lived,
In the pursuit of one's understanding of it.
Most of us are chased away from truth,
To seek protection in churches.
To free us from temptation and solicitous whims.
Sins and the high cost of entertaining them.
And labels are given to those who oppose decadence.
Enabling the 'bah' keeping of sleeping sheep!
And tongues of the ones who remain outspoken,
Shunned.
To be known to everyone as 'freaks'.
Misfits of a conformistic society.
Although the wicked have lead those astray...
Everyday since creation!
There is a loyalty obtained they gain.
And...
They can do it suited in smiles.
Wide and plastic in delivered falsity!
Oh,
And much believed.
As they are followed like pipers down paths,
Of deceit and sorrow.
Daily as if a habit has been permanently attached.
And consequences are blindly disregarded!
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Her Truth
Your truth claims to be a reality
While her truth is the reality
Your truth is just another fallacy
While her truth states actuality
Your truth tries to call her an insurgent
Just another agent
Trying to spread hatred
When her truth really speaks for those you have murdered
For those you denied existence
After they fought for their freedom
Went to the streets to express their position
And you accused them of being destroyers
Ended their lives like they worth nothing
Your truth tried to oppress them
Suppress their voices
While her truth spoke for them
Went to the squares screaming for their liberty
Fighting for their authority
Your truth is only believed by those who shared your earnings
Those who sold their souls for the Benjamins
Used religion, race and lies to serve your purpose
While her truth refused to take it all
Her truth was so pure it refused to sell the martyrs blood
Your truth has become so little
So her truth rose above it and took over the scene
Your truth was caught out
Your truth was discovered
More and more are finding her truth
Seeing the Real Truth
And yours, of course, just wished it would have listened…
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We Must Learn We Can Detach From Our Burdens
Within these vessels kept that are our temples,
Sacred.
Although treated with neglect.
We should clear the debris each day with faith.
With prayer to be forgiven.
And a desire to be cleansed,
Of addicting temptations.
On a daily basis.
In respect of the life that has been given.
It isn't easy feeding on teased wishes.
To satisfy that which temporarily pleases.
Or to maintain our insights,
To be kept full with light.
Instilling our hearts with brightness...
Day and night!
But if a routine becomes part of our appetites,
Our journeys will benefit.
Decreasing that which is wrong.
With a clarity of that,
Which sheds more light on the right.
To heighten our minds with enlightenment.
With an acknowledgement that comes to comprehend this...
We do not sit alone in our anguish!
And,
We must learn we can detach from our burdens!
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Naughty Bought
They were taught,
They ought to learn.
To invest in a consciousness...
Valued and earned.
To be self respecting.
And reject temptations yearned.
But being naughty bought them,
Into the spotlight.
And they sought attention!
They could not be swayed away,
Or from it turn.
And that is why...
They choose to expose breast, nipples and thighs,
For fun!
Realizing they are paid when they are done.
In places where urges stray!
And 'hopefully' there are no priests...
OR satisfied nuns,
In the the darkness getting 'some'!
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Temptations Teased Ruthlessly
Just because one shows promise.
And enjoys participating,
In playing a highly skilled game.
Does not make one qualified,
By the association.
Being patient eventually reigns.
And an attention given is not solicited.
What makes one undeniably qualified?
Realizing a work ethic is applied.
With devotion and sacrifice...
Prepared to put aside a favorite meal.
And remaining focused showing couth.
Despite temptations teased ruthlessly.
This too can be proven to be ignored.
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Poised To Be Teased
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
And...
There are those who who actually,
Prefer and seek to be deceived...
Than to accept anything,
Close to hinting ofm any reality.
And those who were bred,
To have mush for brains...
Will have nothing to do with what truth contains.
Forget introducing a thought process.
Many more accept medications,
To provide their fantasies...
Exclusive access.
Yes.
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
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Meeting and Greeting Of a Dead End Street
You care not to listen.
But you wish from me my attention,
Immediately.
To be heard.
Regardless of my wishes or needs,
That may occur.
And after years of coming to grips with that...
There is nothing about you I find attractive.
No matter how sugary you sweeten your deceit.
Leaving nothing left for us to agree upon.
But the acknowledgement we both can see...
The meeting and greeting of a dead end street!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Who Had Ignored Exploration
Remember when you were told,
Some folks existed to be beneath your feet.
And you sought to seek examples of this!
Only to discover you had been tricked.
Get over it.
There is so much more,
To learn about your existence.
There is so much more,
Being awakened has instore...
For those who had ignored exploration!
And clarity is provided for those who lied in hiding.
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Sitting Upon Fences
There is something being presented
That clearly separates from the truth.
It doesn't have to be spoken.
It is observed and felt.
Something is disconnecting.
And it is okay that it leaves and goes away.
It conflicts with higher consciousness.
And those on the threshold of it,
See and feel the difference...
Between reality and pretense.
And those who are deluded...
Are observed living lives,
Absolutely making very little sense.
And yet they believe they hide their intentions...
By keeping themselves exposed,
While sitting upon fences imposing their denseness
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Saddled
No one consciously wishes to admit it.
Not publicly anyway.
That many today appear sane and normal.
While taking doses of medication,
That is difficult to detect...
When one is effectively expressing.
Yet hidden is a mind defective.
Mentally crippled and stressed.
Unnoticed but spilled from sick lips,
Are accusations against those innocent.
With wishes to dismiss their own afflictions...
Although seeking to be accepted openly,
While in the process of sharing...
Their saddled addictions.
And soliciting to do this...
As if everyone should agree!
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Season Of Remedies
Tricked treats they eat.
Laced with charm,
And hidden agendas.
Masked to dupe.
Costumed to leave mass stupors.
Upon a population already fed to bleed...
With their exposed hollowed cheeks.
Increased on streets!
And observed as witnessed...
To lack social graces.
Skills to survive.
And with appropriate means.
Tricked treats they eat to follow like sheep.
With one objective...
To ignore truth and its perspective!
And any remnants of reality...
Freed as an activity,
For anyone to pursue.
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That's What Happens When Truth Is Spoken
Truth hurts!
That's why the presence of it,
Is scandalized, falsified, denied and fantasized.
Criticized and spat upon and treated like crap!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
Of course I am 'still' talking about truth.
And that's the tragedy of it!
Even when it is mentioned people want to stop it.
They want to disrupt it with a show of disrespect.
To prove they can throw it indignities.
And to leave it as if that is accepted.
Well...
I say NO to that!
It is NOT accepted!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
You aren't paying me any attention are you?
That's what happens when truth is spoken!
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Still Nonbelieving
How long can nonsensical wars go on?
Look around.
How long can nonsense be tolerated?
Which anniversary is it of yours?
Have conflicts now,
Become an accepted part of your life?
And,
Do you find your addiction to deceit...
A habit, a need or just a desire?
Nothing today,
Is offered up as multiple choice!
And if anything offends...
You've been asleep too long!
I am still nonbelieving...
These days,
People are expressing shock.
Spring approaches.
And Bin Laden has been announced to be making threats!
And no one claims to know from where!
Or who edits them for correct pronunciation.
It has only been close to eleven years!
I use to love that Ike and Tina Turner song,
'You're Just a Fool You Know You're In Love'
Some addictions become part of routine.
Like the taking of medications.
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Paying to Keep Deranged
I don't know what time zone you slowed down in,
Or when you decided...
You would keep things as they are,
And have others agree
This was a good thing to begin.
I am not in the position to tell you your attic light is dim.
But I would invest in an electrician...
At least twice a week,
And just sit and talk with him.
I know you've been stressed.
Today it is difficult not to be.
Many are deluded and reality is...
Well,
Something else other than reality!
But you are not young or getting younger at all.
The ones we use to call 'they' and 'them'...
Are you and I who seem to have dropped the ball!
We are the blame for trying to keep things unchanged.
And as a result of that...
We have accepted insanity.
And paying to keep deranged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dear And Sweet
Dear sweet and loving wife
You give me love and also life
You give me happiness and never strife
Without you my love how could I survive.
You have turned our house into a home
The love we have it is always shown
Together forever in life we’ve been sewn
Never will we ever be sad or alone.
When I am off to work I think about you
As I know there will always be us two
To live without your love I have not a clue
When we sleep at night my soul you soothe.
Dear sweet and loving mother
As I know like you there is no other
You keep me warmth you are my cover
You gave me life and also life to discover.
You kiss me goodnight when I go to sleep
When I am sad you help me not to weep
No steps you said for me are ever to steep
You taught me truth and not deceit.
You taught me honesty and never to lie
Honor and pride you said will be at my side
Because of you I wear a smile at night
As you gave me love and you gave me might.
Dear sweet and loving mistress
Does your husband know you are my misses
For myself you will cheat as you undress
Your children do not know that you never confess.
You come visit me when your family is asleep
You sneak out your house so not to make a peep
As my life and myself is all that you seek
I wonder does anyone know the secrets we do keep.
When your husband is at work you are thinking about me
When your children are at school you are free
Whatever I say or do you will always believe
Hopefully the truth you will never find or see.
Dear mean and hateful woman
You have done again things that you shouldn’t
Though we are all weak and only human
You have done things that any other couldn’t.
You suppose to give your family your very best
So your soul and life would of been blessed
But then you gave your feelings to all the rest
In love and life you should never start another quest.
But in the end of course you will be caught
You lied to everyone and against what you taught
Righteousness and love and truth you never sought
Your body has been sold and your soul has been bought.
Randy L.McClave
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