For Those Observing
Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!
Attacked by desires hyped on TV.
Believing in the spice of variety.
With the dismissal of devotion,
Patience and/or loyalty.
We are just not into it at all.
Not in these days,
When disrespect is the rage.
And being crazed,
Is the epidemic no one seems to fear.
That is clear...
For those observing.
And keeping recommendations,
In their own survival kits!
Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!
People have become entertained,
By their own demise.
And victimize those who attempt to stop them.
As if cocained!
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Provocation
People in the road
I just want to spark the anger
To see how stupid you are
Easily be manipulated
People in the world
I just want to send the danger
To see how afraid you are
Easily be terrorized
People in the cloth
I just want to scratch the fire
To see how well you are
Easily be controlled
People in the slot
I just want to point the liar
To see how shock you are
Easily be distracted
And you will dance in my hand
And I will be laughing behind
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The Truth Is
the truth is I want to run,
the truth is I can't touch the sun.
So why dont i just return, even though I'm burnt
The truth is I pretend,
The truth is I cant defend
so why can't I faceoff even though I'm continously blamed.
the truth is I'm scared
the truth is we can't pair
so why do i plead for you whenever I pray.
the truth is i can be easily manipulated,
you think i dont knw, How'm I being treated?
and no matter how you pump me I'll never be conceited
the truth is I can't let it go
but this is all i can show
so I'll never look back and I'll go
Friends Do Not Accept A Disrespecting
People who disrespect themselves,
And call themselves friends...
Are not!
And...
Should refer to themselves as something else.
Like pests who dissect with an inspection,
That is regrettable when actions become suspect.
And not call themselves friends.
To eventually become upset.
Friends do not accept a disrespecting.
Nor is deceit and theft expected,
Between those who say they love to death!
Maybe the thrill of those who love to death get,
Is a neglecting to respect a friendship that is deceived.
Especially when one does to another,
As if the doing of a backstabbing is something one does,
To please.
Friends do not accept a disrespecting.
Nor is deceit and theft expected,
Between those who say they love to death!
That's a bunch of B.S.
Not actions between friends doing that at their best.
People who disrespect themselves,
And call themselves friends...
Are not!
And should not regard themselves as such,
With a consciousness that goes untouched.
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I Suspect
I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.
I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.
I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.
I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.
I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.
And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.
And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.
And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.
I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.
I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?
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People Who Use Love
Love and deceit,
Can not meet to greet...
Happily under one roof.
There may have been some,
Who have tried to do this.
But loyalty and devotion...
Is not a commodity to dilute.
People who use love,
As if they are exchanging...
A pair of tight fitting shoes,
Are also the ones who say they pray...
And afraid to tell the truth!
Love and deceit,
Can not meet to greet...
Happily under one roof.
And those who do it,
Are in constant conflict...
With those who refuse...
To put up with their,
Alibis and mood shifts!
To have an acceptance,
From those to approve...
As if it's okay to choose confusion too!
As if they can get away...
With whatever they do!
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
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The Love of the Truth
'They perish because they did not receive the love of
the truth, that they might be saved.' 2 Thess.2: 10
There is a receiving of 'the truth', and a receiving of
'the love of the truth'. These two things widely differ.
To receive the truth will not necessarily save; for many
who receive the truth, never receive 'the love of the truth'.
Professors by thousands receive the truth into their
judgment, and adopt the plan of salvation as their creed;
but are neither saved nor sanctified thereby. But to receive
'the love of the truth' by Jesus being made sweet and
precious to the soul, is to receive salvation itself.
'Yes, He is very precious to you who believe.' 1 Peter 2: 7
(J. C. Philpot, 'The Valley of Achor' 1861)
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Nothing Left In You To Believe
Cleverly done,
But your tactics are insignifcant.
The battle you've started,
Has already been won...
By the showing to those stunned,
How deceived they have been.
And how ashamed they feel...
They have allowed those who were trustworthy,
To be crushed under the feet of deceitful people.
Those believed to have been,
Upright...
With their self righteousness.
And just too correct to question!
As a plotting was done,
To create with sensation...
An installation of devastation.
Cleverly done,
As you engineered division and hate.
But your tactics are being erased.
By those who have grown tired,
Listening to debates that over-rate fear.
With a wish people buy this,
To have you direct the flow of their tears.
Eyes are opening and they can see...
Everything they believed,
Has been one lie after another...
You have gleefully fed to feed.
Cleverly done.
But you have unravelled,
Your own demise.
And your lies can no longer support,
A forgiving salvation.
There is nothing left in you to believe,
That others can see or deeply perceive...
Has been sincerely touched,
Within a place in your mind...
That knows anything about loyalty, love...
Devotion or trust!
Not by what you have allowed to happen.
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Nothing Like The Truth.
There is nothing like
The truth itself, millions
Of defending lies,
Can never hide the truth,
It comes out at it's own,
Even when it is hidden,
It does harm only
To the ones hiding it,
Life is a truth, but in mystery,
Which people seldom
Understand, like happiness
Easily forgotten,
Truth is easily hdden,
But it is there
All the time alive,
Only to be seen
For the seekers of truth.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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One's Selected Beliefs
Put into its right perspective...
An honesty that is and maintained.
This kind of perspective...
Isn't going to be accepted,
In a society basically fed...
On a diet of delusions.
Let's face it!
Honesty is not the thing,
People receive readily.
Nor regularly!
And for many,
Honesty is traumatic and fear producing.
Honesty chases truth away.
Truth offends.
Who doesn't know that?
Now,
With a little bit of sugar...
Some animation,
And an adult speaking in a child's voice...
Deceit, being discreet and kept secrets,
Are priorities kept and practiced.
And...
Will sustain one's selected beliefs,
Those chosen to become tradition...
For lifetimes of celebrated mystique.
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Soon to be Seen Descending
They are not yet frightened.
Believing what they face,
Can be easily erased...
With more deceit and strategies that manuever!
These schemes are being watched,
From beyond our comprehension.
And the attention that greed has created,
In attempts to build dynasties from rubble...
Will bring fools to their knees.
Every aspect of these failed struggles,
Has a flipside of impending intervention.
People have gone mad with rage.
Its accepted craze comes to an end!
A new beginning comes...
For those whose hearts are filled with sunlight!
Angels sent are soon to be seen descending!
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Procrastinations Created to Make An Erasing
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
People like this are easily offended.
Believing their disrespect for others,
Should be condoned.
People like this,
Anticipate being appreciated!
For making mediocrity enforced upon others.
With a downgrading of their expectations.
And communicating that,
To entrap as this is shown!
No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!
And as incredible as this may be...
People extend to them patience,
With comprehension.
Instead of giving them a boot to the curb!
Asked for and deserved!
A lack of discipline should never be rewarded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
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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.
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Suspicion Is Contageous
Scene 1.
When I feel warm in the middle of the night,
I suspect that electricity is cut off as usual
When I bite a pebble while eating rice,
I suspect that it is adulterated as usual.
When I am denied a seat to the university,
I suspect that I am less eligible than others, as usual.
When I am left to fend on my own with family and friend's support,
I suspect that my country is as useless as I, as usual.
Scene 2.
When I come out with my sling bag and laptop,
I am suspicious of everyone who looks at me.
When I walk to the tube and sit there comfortably,
I close my eyes tightly to avoid the suspicious eyes.
When I enter the workplace and talk to my colleagues,
who are as suspicious as I, exchange the suspicious greetings.
Wherever I go, I see the people who are suspicious of others,
cameras to catch the suspicious looking characters,
unattended bags are removed within half an hour,
for the fear of suspicious people planting bombs,
in some other places literally no rubbish bins,
and I am allowed to throw wherever I like,
and people are watching me always as a suspect,
and that makes me to be suspicious of them too.
When I come out with my sling bag,
I am suspicious of everyone who looka at me.
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Don't Let Your Peace Escape
Who would think just yesterday,
That giving someone a compliment today...
May offend?
Being cautious today about what one says,
Is as conscious as the effort taken...
When putting a condom on,
When going to bed.
Even if it is alone.
Some people receive threats,
Just by saying hello.
And that depends who the person is,
Wishing to exchange innocence...
To someone that one person does not know.
And being positive with comments,
Is not easily acceptible these days.
Some folks don't know how to receive them.
Believing them to be sarcasms.
And not intended as a respecting praise.
These days...
People who give 'shade' to others,
Often are the first to start rumors to ridicule.
To say to others they befriend,
How someone they 'know'...
Exposed a two faced disposition.
But eliminate the facts...
As to who began those actions to show.
And who paid who back!
Doesn't this all sound quite petty?
It really is!
But when living among those who exaggerate...
It is best to keep peace of mind.
And not become irritated.
And know who is real.
While separating them from the fake.
Appreciate those signs the fakers create.
And don't let your peace escape.
Because away from you it will be taken.
Giving those the satisfaction,
Their actions trapped and you were baited.
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But...What About The Facts?
What is more tragic?
The keeping of denials defended.
Or the results of keeping them,
To have them repeatedly excused to offend...
Those refusing to face truth as often as possible.
Even with evidence proven to be untainted.
Or manipulated to question.
'Yeah,
But...
What about the facts?
No one has yet to step forward,
To admit the details of them...
Ever to have been found,
To submit to refute that truth! '
I am thoroughly confused.
What is it that you wish to have resolved?
'My doubts.
And why it is I still have them.'
The issue you have with doubt,
Has nothing to do with truth.
And that...
Is a fact of a life YOU have chosen to live.
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Manipulated Distrusting Days
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
There seems no end to them.
Although we live them with a craze that stays.
We have been manipulated and we're not phased.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We live dishonest and in cheating ways.
And...
To defend them not too many are offended.
In fact we're taught to end them we will be defeated.
We feed upon these days as selfish feeding beasts.
Loving to be greedy as if at an endless feast.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We live dishonest and in cheating ways.
And...
To defend them not too many are offended.
In fact we're taught to end them we will be defeated.
Manipulated distrusting days.
And...
We feed upon these days as selfish feeding beasts.
Loving to be greedy as if at an endless feast.
Manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
Manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
As if we are committed.
We're in the midst of them.
We're in the midst of them.
Until these days are finished.
We're in the midst of them,
And we can't quit...
These manipulated distrusting days,
And...
We're in the midst of them,
And loving every minute.
Manipulated distrusting days!
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Feelings of Inadequacy
Most of the problems people today face...
Are not tied to economics.
Or financially traced.
Most of those problems are delusion based.
With investments made to escape,
Feelings of inadequacy.
People have been fed deceit.
And it has become part of their lives.
Crime on the rise on urban streets...
Can be attributed more to the feeding,
Of suburban greed!
And the spread of isolated ignorance.
Defended by insecurities.
Those 'us' against 'them' theories used,
As tactics to uplift causes of segregation...
Has degraded the very folks,
Who have provoked their own demise.
With lies seen coming to destroy their dreams,
Emptying into abandoned philosphies once worshipped.
And believing themselves worthy of exclusive gluttony!
Chosing to ostracize those who spoke truth.
And now they are on the pursuit to find escapes.
But the price they have paid,
Has closed those exits!
To leave them crazed.
Praying their visions of an apocalypse,
Is realized.
To afford them purpose, identity and reason...
For their misguided beliefs!
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Options of Deceit
I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.
And what I discovered about truth...
Had me dilute those delusions,
Until I was able to let them go completely.
I did not know truth and honesty...
Were not options of deceit?
Did you?
I believed deceit was used,
To protect those afraid to be too honest.
And I had heard that truth hurts.
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