Fixed Beliefs
So difficult it has to be,
For many to catch up...
From principles outdated.
And feeding on fast diets of all kinds.
To leave them with poisoned minds,
Stressed...
By a merriment cemented,
To a way of life...
Causing duress with fixed beliefs.
And in fear of reality...
Encroaching upon their precious 'standards'
Kept deluded.
To dismiss this has to be difficult.
To observe it as a witness,
Is a blessing disguised!
Revealed as eyes are opened.
Despite restrictions...
Those feeling suppressed,
Grew.
They had to.
Knowing life offered more than traps.
Beyond displays of isolated hatred...
Graphically mapped,
And strategically studied.
To finally comprehend...
For them,
They are all related...
In blood and need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Associated with the Weaving
It becomes difficult to witness,
Someone struggling to untangle...
From a web they did weave strategically.
With an acknowledgement they had spent,
Time in trying to convince,
Their actions and deeds...
Were done with the utmost sincerity.
And to one who has warned...
Through use of observation that connects,
It becomes hard to protect one's integrity.
When standing firm with beliefs.
While others perceive this stance as weak.
It becomes difficult to witness,
Someone struggling to untangle...
From a web they did weave strategically.
Since those now stuck,
In that web that has been woven...
Find themselves equally embarrassed,
Following along as if deaf, dumb and blind...
Because of the 'appearance' of deceit,
A culprit for them has chosen to undermind.
It becomes difficult to witness,
Someone struggling to untangle...
From a web they did weave strategically.
And those following who rejected what had been said...
From past experiences hoped to prevent this,
Find they have become associated with the weaving.
And even though they may be innocent...
A speaking to anyone not paying attention,
Any empathy expressed still will not be heard.
It may be difficult to see as witnessed,
But...
Unbearable to leave as seen,
It is not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Is Difficult
Life is difficult-
Surprises are not always what we hoped they would be-
People misunderstand us-
We imagine we are kind
And they understand us differently-
Some problems never get solved
Some remain lingering for years-
There are cruel people in the world
Stupid ones also-
The fair do not always get the prize
The pushers push push push the good guys aside-
We see the Evil grinning and we cannot touch them-
All kinds of Hopes we have are disappointed-
Rejection is the Fate of everyone at one time or another
One has to try and try and try
And often that is not enough-
Life is difficult
And after a certain age is more difficult
And when young is also difficult-
Life is difficult in some time or some way for all of us
It just is-
Life is difficult
And even when it seems not to be
There is another time coming-
Life is difficult
And so long as we live
It will be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Everything That 'Is' Has Its Limits
It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
It is difficult to grow,
Around many who fear the doing of it.
While they choose to sit and reminisce,
The times they miss and wish to revisit.
It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
It is difficult to witness,
Seasons come and go.
But everything that 'is' has its limits.
No matter who denies that this is so.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck In Their Nonexistent Beliefs
It is difficult to leave behind,
Those whose minds are kept defined...
By times no longer here to breathe.
What keeps them fixed,
With such a stubbornness...
Has many refusing to converse with them.
And abruptly from them people leave.
To find fresh air pollution free.
Rapidly changes are amongst us to see.
To witness and adapt appropriately.
But there are those who will remain,
Stuck in their nonexistent beliefs...
That horsedrawn wagons and cobblestone streets,
Were innovations never to be replaced.
Even when shifting winds...
Show an aging upon their disbelieving faces.
With deep concerns that can be traced...
Back to those times they can not let go!
Yet argue to be heard,
Their way of life for 'certain' people...
Is more than well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Watching The Grass Grow
Incorrect perceptions,
Are imposed and projected...
By those with unchanged beliefs.
And fixed to satisfied stagnation.
Or impressions made,
Through assumptions placed
Upon imaginations.
Watching the grass grow,
May be someone's ambition.
In fact...
What is the scientific purpose for grass?
I don't think I've ever heard that asked.
Have you?
And minds like these are difficult to replace.
Since so many are deluded,
By that which does not exist.
But wished.
And observing this against a reality known...
As shown to be accepted by those conscious,
Becomes clear why there is much conflict of interest.
And a need for so many to forever play,
The cowboys against the indians.
The good against the bad.
And the ugly...?
Well,
We do all have our missions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sedated
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
Their very existence relies,
On the marketing of decadence.
And once great foundations...
Are decaying more rapidly than common sense.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
As if they have been...
Sedated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something Within Us That Refuses Change
So many lifetimes I have lived,
Among some who have just lived one.
Experiences I have had a plenty.
And many I observe have had few,
Or perhaps none from their point of view.
It is difficult to dismiss those trials and tribulations.
And the obstacles that come with growth...
Which are purposely set on one's path to take notice.
So many lifetimes I have lived,
Among some who have just lived one.
Experiences I have had a plenty.
And many I observe have had few,
Or perhaps none from their point of view.
And those making attempts to grasp onto the past,
Are not so eager to let go from that which has detached.
Like the gifts of seasons that come to give, bestow and leave...
There is something within us that refuses change that comes drastically.
Although being a part of 'nature' has not identified that as reality.
It is difficult to dismiss those trials and tribulations.
And the obstacles that come with growth...
Which are purposely set on one's path to take notice.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
There is something within us that refuses change.
Although change is all we know.
Change is...
All we know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As if There Are Exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules
Allowing anxieties,
And embittered feelings...
Of how things should be,
And how we'd like to see them done...
From our own perspective.
Needs to be released,
From the minds of those continually feeding...
On beliefs people and things remain unchanged.
When a day comes a day goes.
There is not a season that stays as it is.
But adults who are still children in their minds,
Find it difficult to leave behind...
That which is not coming back.
And it becomes unfortunate for many,
Who are not accepting of this natural process.
As if there is a fairy princess that will magically,
'Wand' their troubles away.
Accepting what is with a moving on is part of life.
Many are stuck and just refuse to do it.
As if there are exceptions to Mother Nature's Rules.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fast or Slow.
There are two kinds of people to this existence,
One is fast, stressed out, full of fear in all performance.
Want to prove that he/she is better then the rest,
Ambition, pushiness, mostly ruthlessness is their quest.
Then, there are the slow ones who are careful,
Thinking over things, calm and cheerful,
Because they learned on the hard way,
It do not worth to be stressed out in any day.
You can choose which life for you is important,
Rushing through life, suffer a lot or live life pleasant.
Just let go and let God direct your steps,
Believe that He already do and you will never have any stress.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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This Has Been Their Lives
Choosing to accept things as they are in isolation...
Enhances one's desperation,
To separate in misunderstanding.
When things 'controlled' get out of hand.
It becomes difficult for them to comprehend,
Others more powerful,
Have use misguided power over them.
Choosing to be set in ways,
With lessons taught as lessons to stay.
This stubbornness unresisted decays.
And those who insist,
This self centeredness should persist.
Will discover themselves living deeper in conflict.
As truth and its reality continues to drift away.
Leaving those with values of fading substance...
To become left in darkness.
And feeling much betrayed.
As light shows deceptions they embraced.
More and more they fear!
With no escaping from it near.
Since this has been their lives endeared!
And these standards now fast erasing...
They have kept in place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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In It For The Ease of It
It's not difficult to perceive,
That there are those living who believe...
Some folks live lives that are easy.
And these folks should assist others to succeed!
In fact...
Hold them by the hand.
And show them how to breathe!
It's not difficult to see...
Others sitting on their butts,
And complaining from sun down to sun up!
With nothing good to say...
About anything that comes their way.
They are in it for the ease of it.
In some deluded and fantasized existence.
Waiting they do for some golden ship...
To spend the rest of a 'blessed' life,
Removing reality from it!
Although surrounded by a shallowness.
A deepened one that for them now exists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traumatized By Their Own Denials
Personally I find the unravelling,
Of what is being disclosed to be exposed...
Exhilarating to witness.
As those who have taken others for granted,
Awaken to find themselves...
Compared to books dusting on cobwebbed shelves.
I find it funny and hilarious how people keep beliefs,
That grassroots people living in the inner cities...
Are thought to be imbeciles manipulated easily.
And have wishes to live like those elite.
Who shadow those who have established themselves,
With opportunities and exclusive lifestyles...
To think of themselves as 'above' the ones beneath.
I find it silly to catch myself giggling,
To observe people delusioned to believe they are envied...
By others they 'assume' are livid with jealousy.
But heard to confess of having no interest,
In those who strut seeking to impress.
As if better than the rest.
Sometimes I find it difficult to suppress,
My empathy for those...
Without addressing first my own laughter.
Knowing the ones have to be traumatized,
By their own denials...
When they realize their way of life,
Has long been rejected as a disaster.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misinformatologist
Seduced by the telling of lies,
Or misinterpretations...
Disguised to hide reality,
Reduces one to become a liar too.
Or...
A misinformatologist.
And difficult it is,
To know which way forward...
An exit to escape to embrace truth,
When one is in the midst of this...
Wishing to be amongst others,
Who have chosen to turn away...
To protect their minds,
From a contamination infesting...
That keeps others' minds infected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Closed Now Opened
It is impossible to undo,
An awakening done to one.
Eyes and ears once closed now opened,
Connects with comprehension.
What others may not receive to welcome.
And in the doing so of one who awakes,
It becomes difficult for one's impatience.
To remain from others concealed.
Especially when that which comes to attach,
Are facts of life revealed
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of a Useless Need For Assumptions Done
Presumptions have reached the junction,
Of a useless need for assumptions done.
It will be clarified as to which way...
Today is heading towards.
All mysteries will become nonexistent.
And those deluded with beliefs...
Fantasized by the applied means of deceit,
Will soon see for themselves...
An agreed upon reality reached.
And...
No one will dispute!
A delivery of an effectiveness,
That shall not be debated...
For purposes to refute.
Since what comes will not elude them!
Or anyone on planet Earth to refuse...
To leave with choices to accept or reject!
Or feel the neglect of being excluded.
The real deal descends upon us all!
With eyes and ears opened.
Mouths shut!
And breaths that are deeply taken.
Truth as it is...
Without hint of manipulation.
Or beliefs some have chosen,
On others to inflict!
This will not be lifted,
From varied religious affliations.
Truth as it is...
Has arrived to be revealed.
And coming to a mindset near you!
To shock and awe...
With lessons,
Of mass introduction!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy and Difficult
Easy and Difficult
Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Thru These Architects Eyes
Stomping along on this big philips johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
Looking across at richard rogers
Scheming dreams to blow both their minds
Its difficult you see
To give up baby
To leave a job
When you know the moneys from day to day
All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my minds eye
All the joy I see thru these architects eyes
Cold winter bleeds on the girders of babel
This stone boy watching the crawling land
Rings of flesh and the towers of iron
The steaming caves and rocks and the sand
Stomping along on this big philips johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
Its difficult you see
To give up baby
These summer scumholes
This goddamned starving life
All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my minds eye
All the joy I see thru these architects eyes
Its difficult you see
Its difficult you see
All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days in our lives
All the concrete dreams in my minds eye
All the joy I see thru these architects eyes
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What's so difficult...
What's so difficult,
About the word,
No.
What's so difficult,
About our,
Relationship.
What's so difficult,
About,
Us.
What's so difficult,
About the words,
Stay away.
What's so difficult,
About,
Don't talk to me.
What's so difficult...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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