Fixed In A Stubbornness
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
Every warning face with messages delivered,
They have ignored.
Every chance to self examine with an honesty,
Has been refused to explore...
The maintaining of wishes they can not dismiss.
They view themselves as having 'character'.
And not suffering from severe defective mental illness.
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
With a blaming of others for their own failures.
And a hope they have to change their leadership,
With a strengthening of their myths...
Will erase their pains they have self inflicted,
As well as relinquish them...
From all aspects of their foolishness to add even more,
Sweetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obviousness of It
I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
With lines to deliver crisp and quick.
To do and say what you think,
Is in my best interest.
No...
Not that!
I'm directing this!
I want to know,
You.
From where I want you,
To feel me.
And...
That deeply!
With an ultimate shallowness,
Of seeking your pleasure...
As a goal.
To meet discreetly.
And naked if we decide,
To share a chemistry prioritized.
But that 'you' I want to know!
My heat does not generate deceit...
In my eyes.
They can't!
You've got my nose wide open!
And you can rely on that to be devoted.
It has to show...
You melt me.
Not that you might already suspect,
The obviousness of it!
There is an...
Obviousness of it!
There is,
An obviousness of it!
Obviousness of it!
I.
Know.
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Is.
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Know.
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Know.
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Is.
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There is,
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There is an...
Obviousness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Released From Their Craze
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of rifts!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
This is beyond diets to keep.
And New Year resolutions made,
To begin exercising or a smoking that is hard to beat...
For those wishing to be brave.
Although they increase the eating of sweets.
Believing that shifting from one thing to another thing saves.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
Their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
No one with thoughts they are better than others,
Will continue to deceive with the purposes to defeat.
No one with thoughts they will achieve success,
With a manipulation done...
To diminish with restrictions to everyone,
NOT anymore.
And NOT encouraged under over or besides 'this' Sun.
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
The spirits of the Universe have already won.
They are showing those who are affixed to conflict...
That their wickedness,
Will soon not exist.
This planet called Earth...
Has grown tired of it.
And those non-believing,
Will find themselves less afraid.
And those non-believing,
Will be released from their craze!
Those suffering from their evil addictions,
Will be cured.
In fact,
A massive healing has begun.
And those holding on to their stubbornness...
Will overnight awaken,
With their eyes opened wide...
To become the witnesses of it.
Something out of their control,
Comes to stun and fix.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Myths
(Van Morrison)
Too many myths
People just assuming things that aren't true
There's too many myths
Coming between me and you
You might have your name up in lights
But you still have to keep your game uptight
Too many myths
Tell me, tell me how you gonna cope with this
Too many myths
You act like you've never been kissed
You put your name up in lights
And now you gotta keep your game uptight
You got problems
I got problems too
Everybody's gonna think
There must be something wrong with you because
There's just too many myths
Can't you see I'm just trying to stay in the game
Just too many myths
I'm just trying to maintain
Sure I got my name in lights
But I've still gotta keep my game uptight
[Instrumental break]
You got problems
And I got problems too
But that doesn't necessarily mean that
There's something wrong with you
There's just too many myths,
Baby I'm just trying to stay in the game
There's far too many myths
I'm just trying to maintain
I got my name up in lights
But I'm just trying to keep my game uptight
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I therefore claim to show, not how men think in myths, but how myths operate in men's minds without their being aware of the fact.
quote by Claude Levi-Strauss
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A Shift Of Myths Has Come
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
On the wings of a painless recovery...
Some insist,
The suffering done by those wounded,
Could actually exist.
If this mindset was persisted.
To pretend their conflicts are imagined afflictions...
And this would diminish,
If more delusions were applied to it!
Forget foreclosures and a global economic crisis.
Forget a quality of life...
That has disappeared overnight.
Forget those who say,
What is here is here to stay!
Let's do what has always worked before...
Let's ignore it and maybe this 'newness',
Will go away!
'But that has never worked!
Only the recycling of the same,
Has been witnessed to emerge! '
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
And those disbelieving will see for themselves,
Those pieces isolated once declared impossible fits...
Suddenly blended together with a new leadership,
That desires...
Without quitting,
A new World that demands and orders it!
In the shadows of the night...
A shift of myths has come.
An expansion of consciousness...
To all has converged!
And so it shall be done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Of A Much Higher 'Trip
A preference fixed as a choice to remain,
Glued to misguidance and delusion...
With an accepting of it,
Has its consequences to pay for those...
Aware and conscious of this.
A permanance slips of a life held tightly,
In one's grip...
As if preferences selected will redirect truth,
To not exist as it skips gleefully away...
As other tricks are pulled from a bag of myths,
To hypnotize until it fades...
Even for the ones sound aslepp does not exist.
Especially for those perceiving they have been chosen,
With gifts to speak in 'tongues'.
This life today lived as is...
Has shifted quickly.
And it is futile to fight against an experience,
Of a much higher 'trip.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Tricks You've Tried
Those who refuse to keep up pace,
With a speed that increases.
And the rhythm heats!
Need to step aside.
If your ears have not been open.
There is nothing to see with your eyes.
They remain fixed on addictions.
Step aside.
Those games you wish and insist to play,
No longer exist.
Take the advice you've been given.
And step aside.
All tricks you've tried,
Have failed.
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Sickened Sweet With Promises
They chose to take,
Another route.
In pursuit.
They would face,
A deadend to defend and embrace.
They chose to take,
Another route.
To then declare.
They,
Were not aware.
Sickened sweet with promises.
Yet
None of them existed.
Fixed with addictions.
And no one cared.
And those who followed say,
The choices made weren't theirs.
And those who followed say,
They were not prepared.
And those who followed say,
The air that laid sweet with promises to keep.
Would amongst them be shared.
Whether or not.
Promises kept may not be there.
They chose to take,
Another route.
In pursuit
They would face,
A deadend to defend and embrace.
They chose to take,
Another route.
To then declare.
They,
Were not aware.
But a choosing of deceit they did.
And none amongst them dared.
Sickened sweet with promises.
Yet.
None of them existed.
Fixed with addictions.
And no one cared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give That Nonsense An 'F
It is going to stay fertile.
Adaptable and on alert.
Once barriers were broken,
And my eyes were forced to open 'wider'...
To see beyond myths and delusions of grandeur,
I knew my mind was no longer going to be confined.
When one hops from that safe feeling of sitting on a fence,
And learns to roll with the punches without whining in defense...
The living of life becomes more than what someone else,
Decides to bite into with a listening to them chew to refuse.
While attempting to convince me and 'you' should do what they do.
Give that nonsense an 'F' for unacceptable and step away from it.
It is going to stay fertile, adaptable and on alert.
Once barriers were broken,
And my eyes were forced to open 'wider'...
To see beyond myths and delusions of grandeur,
I knew my mind was no longer going to be confined.
Or allowed to be defined by those lost of identity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cut Me Some Slack
Why are these folks trying to revive the visions,
Of the Mayflower?
Jamestown and Plymouth Rock?
Quaker days with colonial ignorance?
With myths sold to flock tourists...
Who come fantasized by the change of leaves,
In the Fall!
And killing innocent turkeys.
Just to lock up some old lady in the kitchen,
So everyone can say how grateful it is to greed...
In celebration of Thanksgiving at grandma's house.
'That's being disrespectful.'
You don't have to tell me that.
The Indians are the ones,
Who haven't been given a forum yet.
And I bet they've got lots to say.
'Are you 'for' or 'against' the holidays? '
Did I say anything about turning down a good meal?
I am a writer.
Not a fool!
That's the only time I welcome these myths.
The season slowly approaches.
But for now...
We are in the midst of August.
And I can't stand this humidity!
I've got to vent about 'something'.
Cut me some slack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Night...And Day
If not for you,
My eyes would not be open wide...
To view things the way I now do.
If it had not been for you.
And if it had not been for you,
I'd still be living questioning my doubts...
Without a thought to connect them,
To their origin.
And I'd still be tossing accusations about.
If not for you,
I'd be less aware of the importance to care...
Of others who too,
Are still blaming themselves...
Over things others do just to prove they can.
And if it had not been for you,
I would not have seen myself as a fool.
Living in the valley amongst other fools.
And I am grateful to you yes I am,
I no longer have those headaches like I use to.
And comprehend how yours have ended,
Knowing what and who cause those headaches to begin.
I thank you for 'rudely' sharing them.
If it had not been for you,
I would not have ever come to realize...
Just how many fools there are denying truth.
And living lives unaware they have been identified,
With beliefs what they do have no affect on others too.
If it had not been for you,
I'd be living my life as a bigger fool.
Believing it was pride I displayed.
Night...
And day!
Unaware I delivered headaches.
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Regardless of the Lack of Proof
To cling to that which is changing,
Splits and widens the gap...
Between that which is wished,
And dismissing the honesty attached
With facts.
Some will choose to cling,
As if clinging onto what has gone
Brings back anything stronger than before.
Reality is ignored and slips from those insisting...
It isn't what it is.
And even though what it is, is missed?
Eyes refuse to acknowledge its existence.
Even if it sits in their faces to stare.
They cling onto visions.
Hoping that myths aren't just mental visitations,
They've become deluded with and overwhelmed.
Regardless of the lack of proof,
That eludes their aloofness that seeks to be soothed.
And pampered by a deludedness kept attractive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because Of My Own Stubbornness
Why did I not pay any attention?
I have lost everything,
Because of my own stubbornness.
'Well,
You said it yourself.
Because of your stubbornness,
You have lost everything.
But you have gained a wisdom,
In the knowing that you must rid yourself...
From that stubbornness.'
Yeah.
Even if I did that...
What I had will never return.
'I once acquired an abundance of ignorance myself.
I thought I couldn't live without it until it was gone.
And when I sought understanding for my failures?
Guess what? '
What?
'My stubbornness was in the center of all of it!
And when I began to comprehend that...
It didn't matter what 'things' I had to impress others.
And that is the only reason why I acquired 'things'.
My stubbornness made me believe I needed to impress.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
What happened to your ego?
What happened to that?
'When my stubbornness got up and left,
I realize it was connected to my ego.
There is nothing like seeing,
How shallow and limited one can be.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Myths and Legends
Some people are saying...
They are afraid one day to wake up,
And not see an America they recognize!
Perhaps they do not realize this...
But they have been asleep for a very long time.
And an awakening occurring tomorrow,
For a return to yesterday...
Is not a recommendation.
Not for those already fantasized,
By myths and legends!
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I don't believe in myths of decline or myths of progress, even as regards the literary scene.
quote by Harold Bloom
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Science must begin with myths, and with the criticism of myths.
quote by Karl Popper
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There To Awaken Their Senses
The ones refusing to open their eyes,
Ears and minds...
Believing themselves to be immunized,
By the rapidity of changes...
Being made and effecting the stability,
Of many lives lived by the majority.
Need not wonder whether the bricks used,
Are fused with cement or new.
Since the thickness of that wall they will run into,
Is there to awaken their senses to truths.
With the hope they will experience,
Fewer mind altering delusions.
As the year 2012 will dispel many myths.
With no reason to validate, decide or pick...
From a 'Believe It Or Not List',
That may or may not have a reason to exist...
Once those beliefs are realized and removed from doubt,
To be no longer questioned with what if(s) or could be(s) .
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embellished By Desire
Does a greatness exist,
To remind itself that's what it is?
Or is it what it is because it is convinced...
A greatness has been achieved?
From its perspective.
Although the quality of it,
Has long been diminished...
By those seeking clarity and definition!
And not deluded interpretations,
Fantasized and embellished by desire.
An isolated slice of a whole...
May wish to call itself anything it chooses.
But it can not exist as it is by itself exclusively.
One day it does awaken...
To realize the foolishness of this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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