Genuine
When one accepts,
Who one is...
All that isn't,
Is made clear.
And that which has an identity,
As distinct as a tree.
Also appears to be genuine.
And recognized for what it is,
Naturally.
No pretentions are given to get from it.
Nor would that be acceptable,
Since a falseness is understood.
And not to be permitted.
And...
It becomes more difficult to respond,
To that which has no reality or vision.
It is as if a game of charades exist.
And one acknowledging this,
Rather not participate.
Or observe the nonsense of it!
'You can not force upon me,
What in my heart does not feel is real.
Or perceive to be.
So...
You are correct.
I do not believe you offer to give me,
One hundred dollars.
To do absolutely nothing! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyes Open Have the Ability to See Through Concrete
Too much of it had been ignored.
And now a game played to catch up,
With reality is in full force...
By those seeking rules and regulations.
With something to limit full exposure,
That is easy to document and follow.
But truth and reality are not substitutes,
To be interchanged, exchanged or arranged by delusion.
Lies...yes!
Some perfected.
Deceit...yes!
Sometimes rejected.
But seldom suspected for what it is.
Charades and masquerades...
May be acceptable behind masks.
Truth pursued is strategic free.
And that task uncomfortable...
For the ones assigned to assist those blind!
And anyone who has been introduced to reality,
Becomes immediately aware of its focus.
Nothing about it is hidden behind veils!
Eyes open have the ability to see through concrete.
With penetrating results.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artificial Flavoring
Well...
It has come down to this.
We would like your opinion.
And...
What it is you think.
We'd like for you to be candid with us.
'I'll do the best I can.
What do I think?
About what? '
About priorities.
And what others seem to have placed,
At the top of their lists.
'That's very difficult for me to respond.
You see...
I am accustomed to quality.
And not the artificial flavoring of anything,
Rated to give it popularity.
It is as it appears.
And what appears represents,
Where current mindsets feel...
They can accept as most comfortable.'
So you are not going to respond to our inquiry,
Legitimately?
'How can I do that responsibly?
When what has been selected,
To represent fine wine...
Clearly doesn't merit the taste,
Of a homemade beer.'
You 'sound' as if there are some sour grapes,
You wish to exchange...
To replace personal feelings.
'How is that going to make that beer taste,
Any better? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Facade (a tritina)
So many have come to dwell behind a panarchy mask
Lost between the delusive dimensions of identity
Unable to perceive that which is deemed real
They dare not throw aside the caparison that veils the real
Lest those that wish to deceive and to mask
Would reveal the abstersive truth of their own identity
Yet if all would but don the verisimilitude of their identity
Then the shadows cast would corrivate into the real
And no longer would there lie merit within a mask
Are you the mask of your identity or are you real?
poem by Sheri Hockman
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Alone Again
Words and music by raymond o'sullivan
In a little while from now
If i'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "my god, that's tough"
"she stood him up"
"no point in us remaining"
"we may as well go home"
As i did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, who wouldn't do?
The role i was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about god in his mercy
Who, if he really does exist,
Why did he desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? what do we do?
(instrumental interlude)
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember i cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, god rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Alone Again (Naturally)
Words and music by raymond osullivan
In a little while from now
If Im not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What its like when youre shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "my god, thats tough"
"she stood him up"
"no point in us remaining"
"we may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, who wouldnt do?
The role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in his mercy
Who, if he really does exist,
Why did he desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that cant be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? what do we do?
(instrumental interlude)
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldnt understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Too Redundant To Play
If manipulation was not prioritized,
In most people's lives...
As something daily to do,
For them to get accomplished...
None of this would exist,
As a representation of reality.
And who has not been used...
In one way or another,
To feel they have achieved 'something'?
How many have played a game,
Without first learning the rules?
That is why there are jobs for people to do.
And schools created to teach,
How best to elevate to higher levels...
Of personal satisfaction.
And one's peace of mind is only recognized,
When the game gets too redundant to play.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After All These Years
Turn around.
Don't show me your back,
Give me eye contact.
Stop staring at the ground.
You wanted me to be honest.
And honesty I've given.
You wanted me to give love complete.
I'm here to deliver,
Both bitter and sweet.
Don't shut me out!
Let me in.
Help me to understand.
What have I said...
For you to lower and shake your head?
If I am wrong,
Tell me now.
Open up and communicate.
Don't be like that.
I want to comprehend.
Don't give me a cold shoulder.
Over something I'm sure,
Wont happen again.
Can you for once not be so stubborn?
What did I say to offend?
Turn around.
Don't show me your back,
Give me eye contact.
Stop staring at the ground.
I was teasing when I said,
Your head is like cement!
But don't give me the silent treatment.
Or reason to initiate another argument.
Anything but that silence!
That silence you can prevent.
'Okay! Okay...you win! '
Again!
For 'whatever' it was...
That started this 'nonsense' of yours,
To begin!
'Nonsense?
You spent my last twenty dollars,
On lottery tickets?
And you say that is 'NONSENSE? '
YEAH!
But I won a hundred dollars.
'Why did you not say that in the first place? '
Well...
You still have such a terrific behind.
And after all these years...
I took a moment or two,
Of my time to bide...and ponder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A game plan
It is not a game
One should not blame
There is no reason to feel shame
One should not go all out for charges to frame
It is simple logic
It has some principles and basic
It is felling that has to be respected
The mind and heart should nearly be inspected
It hurts most if one is separated
It must have no reasons to be related
The faults of both can not be equated
There is no use for it to be stated
One is always held guilty
It is shame and pity
There has to be no blame
You will be down with no fame
Let the love mushroom in its own way
If that does not realize than one must prefer and go away
Love is anotehr name for sacrifice
It is always good to be true and feel very nice
Not all the flowers may boom in garden
This is happening in all spheres of life even
It has to be taken on its face value
We must observe it and have correct view
The lies have absolutely no place
This is not something like business or race
It is give and take and finally to adjust
The trust is paramount and must
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Supreme Knows
I would say today,
I am more mature.
And at 62...
Wouldn't you feel that way too?
Not only do I feel mature...
I feel deserving.
I feel qualified to say what I like and don't.
And those who never understood a thing about me...
Wont!
There is a peace of mind I have...
Given to me by God.
And that has to be a gift.
Since there has been too much devilment recognized...
I survived!
And The Supreme knows,
I am not having any nonsense in my life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thanks for fine gesture
“Would you like to have some food “
We were watching laborers daily and understood
How much it was difficult to work under hot sun
They were toiling very hard to earn
“No sir, thanks for your kind gesture”
We can’t make exceptions any more
Today you are offering ready meal
To morrow who will be there to feel?
If I accept for one day as you are offering
My all habits may witness change and altering
I may search for it daily from somewhere
To our bad luck it may not be coming from anywhere
I was stunned to hear his philosophical thoughts
He was simple worker but fully aware of plight
As worker how much he had to struggle to find square meal
He was satisfied with his work as effort made in direction were real
He was getting enough to meet his family needs
He did not know what were the motives behind deeds?
He was sure of treatment after putting up hard struggle
It was timely help to come out of little troubles
The message was clear and nicely delivered
It was out of some pity and just offered
It was not well judged from his point of view
As little availability of food was not his need or due
Sometimes we feel very much elated at little gain
If that has come to us without much efforts or pain
It is human tendency to accept the offer without reluctance
We can observe it in our daily life with many more instances
We must work hard and don’t compromise with stand
It may not offer immediate return but strengthen the trend
We may never go in for short cut and accept undue favors
As it may spoil your tendency to feel bad and sour
We are all governed by inherited spirit
Shower the praise words when offer to greet
It has some motives to please a person
But in fact guided by selfish motives with reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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True Illusion!
Instantly what appears in darkness
Momenty illuminates with brightness
Just a flash and it's gone
Not to be seen by anyone
Swaying in the air like beautiful hair
Moving as fast as a hare
Distinct from everything else
Impact so intense, cannot be false
Reality and Imagination, would seem to merge
Magical moments seem to make the urge
Sparks appear and disappear
Only making things unclear
Call from nadir beneath
Reaches out for the above zenith
Knowing the unknow is real genuine
Knowing the known is mere routine.
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Penny for My Thoughts?
Penny for my thoughts?
Those are ten dollars a pop now!
And IF you want me to make sense...
Add an extra 15 dollars for the effort.
Comprehension communicated?
Well...
If you hire me as your psychologist,
I'll have you believing you are admired.
And to keep you feeling that way,
For the rest of your life...
Is going to take a miracle!
And for miracles,
I will require complete devotion.
With a guaranteed commitment,
You will give me 75% of everything you own.
I will deliver you quicker than anything or anyone,
That has been teasing you with nonsense.
You pay to receive with no immediate relief!
Every Sunday morning...
You are down on your knees,
Being duped and pleading to be forgiven!
For sins you are going to pay for anyway.
I'll make you a deal...
And I will not mention satan and his disciples of evil,
If you promise me to keep your sins to yourself?
For you...
I can not play God!
You have made others who do too rich with pretentions.
I will tell you the truth!
And you will be freed of hell!
But...
For a price!
And I can not do a damn thing with pennies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept As Traps To Distract
When one grows up in the land of demons,
And knowing them for who they are...
It is always a struggle from the start,
To break free from their deceptions.
Since they will try to convince others they know you...
To keep subservience in the way.
And their ideals kept as traps to distract,
From their true identity.
But those who see clear through this...
Are not addicted to any of it!
And keep their missions to seek truth...
Real!
'Why do you keep re-enforcing this vision? '
To keep myself from falling to sleep.
And lulled back into an acceptable darkness.
'But we all have come from darkness.'
I'm speaking of the mind!
Not of body.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In A Duality That Is Lived
Good could not exist all alone,
Without evil near to feed it...
In a duality that is lived as is.
Nor could a mediocrity flourish in climates,
When an atmosphere condones it...
As an acceptable vision allowed and permitted.
It is pointless to insist without resistance,
That victims are not marketed from birth...
To attract to themselves harm to thirst it first,
When minds are conditioned to be curious.
And no one can claim they have found Utopia,
If not having had visitations from demons.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Willingness to Give
It is not that I have lack of concern.
And I am aware it appears I have no empathy!
To prove you are wrong,
I have given those opportunities to others!
I recognized I had too much.
It broke my heart to share at first...
And perhaps that is what you now notice?
The willingness to give that part of me away!
However...
Don't worry!
Somehow I will manage to go on.
That was the most difficult thing I've ever done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victimized By Their Own Thought Process
It is hard for them to confess...
That have digressed into a darkness.
It is difficult for them to perceive...
They have led themselves into a mess.
And they want to rant...
Exposing their insecurities.
They want to believe they make correct decisions.
Even though they cut their own throats...
To watch themselves bleed,
From their own fatal incisions.
It is hard for them to leave behind those myths.
The ones that provide them with an ego lift!
It is hard to see themselves less than great.
And approaching an insignificant wasted fate.
Victimized by their own thought process.
And visualizing themselves as best...
Has delivered much pain and unhappiness!
And this they wish to correct.
But those who know they have been the better...
To tolerate their nonsense,
Use their egos as weapons!
And treat their self victimization...
Like a feast that has been served by pests!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Minds Are Quite Different
Oh no!
I am not here,
To try to understand you.
Not when you have issues,
Dealing with reality.
That is not why I am here!
Nor my responsibility...
To ensure your life is made clear.
If it isn't for you now,
All the understanding I could share...
Will go absolutely nowhere with you.
'That' I already comprehend.
No longer will I defend,
A clarity you will never see.
You wish to perceive a fantisized existence...
That has a resistance to growing pains.
As long as things remain the same...
You are fine!
Our minds are quite different.
I am not trying to hold on,
To what I know should be let go!
And if that includes you,
To continue to pursue my life to live...
That will be done!
I am not the one for charity give aways,
That do not appreciate or value the delivery...
Purpose or reason!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Between You And What I Would Prefer
Whatever success you believe you have acquired,
Obtained and have?
I am glad for you.
Really...
I am.
However...
Do not ever perceive what you believe,
Adds to your attraction...
Suits me.
It may do that for others.
But it does nothing to excite my appetite.
I am not motivate by traps like that.
You see...
Having something that is real I can feel,
Means more to me...
Than your ability to socialize pretentions.
Maybe others choose to snuggle up,
To whatever it is that you may give.
But if given the choice,
Between you and what I would prefer?
I'd take a cold beer.
Without question!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Allow Reality to Teach
When your way of life...
No longer feels right,
As a way of life you once liked.
And you, your spouse...
Lovers and/or mistresses,
Neighbors, creditors, pets and friends...
Are left,
Pacing the floor of squeezed space...
And nibbling on a shared box of Keeblers'.
Your way of life,
Has been certifiably changed!
How that is explained and to who?
Depends on where those denials have been sent!
If those denials are still around,
And can be found sleeping...
In a drug induced coma?
Or alcoholed into a stupor?
They need to be awaken quick.
And removed without excusing this!
When your way of life...
No longer feels right,
As a way of life you once liked?
It's time for reality to pay a much needed visit.
And when it arrives at your doorstep knocking...
Rid yourself of charades, masquerades and 'all' pretentions.
Make sure reality is given time to feel comfortable.
And no interruptions when it speaks...
Loud and clear!
Some lessons need emergencies to be learned.
Allow reality to teach.
Or you will never again get a peaceful night's sleep.
Allow reality to teach.
Sleep on what has been taught.
Eat it to digest.
And make friends with truth.
Knowing for you this is the best...
When you allow reality to teach,
There is nothing like a mind at rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ones Of Unmistakable Faith And Truth
Reality is closing in on them.
And they are doing their best,
To protect their pretentions.
Character assassinators,
Are working overtime...
Trying to find the right combination,
Of deceit and believability.
Full fledged demons have unmasked themselves,
Knowing what time it is,
And the limitations left to plant more misdeeds.
While the ones of unmistakable faith and truth,
Observe those of burning minds in unconciousness...
Go through the steps to prove themselves correct,
With an accepting of their own ignorance they defend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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