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Habitually Fixed

People addicted to nonsense,
Are no different than those addicted to crack.
Or any other sedation that medicates.

Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.

People addicted to nonsense,
Prefer to see a disagreement with their ideologies...
As confrontations..
With a nothingness with someone in this mindset,
That ever gets done.

Dumbed down and seeking entertaining escapades.
And afraid of any thought process,
That causes comprehension.
Or communicating some of that might exist.
This activity is representative of those who create conflicts,
To protect interests.
And those interests have been habitually fixed to delusions.

And people like this,
Stubborn and fixed...
Live assuming any progress that moves forward,
Is a conspiracy that threatens their beliefs!
And as long as they keep passing the 'pipe' around...
They will interpret the crumbling of foundations,
As a work of art!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Addicted

1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be

song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Unified By Their Nonsense Making

When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
By overwhelming ignorance.

And no one has to go to a mall,
To shop for the proof of the evidence.

A blindness is preferred by those following,
As if addicted sheep...
Down a road where the process of thinking,
Independently or not...
Is regarded as a threat to those easily upset,
By those they overhear communicating...
With a maturity expressed.
And not a sign of an argument building up,
Between them addressed with...
The spewing of cuss words heard.

This is a dangerous environment,
For anyone with intelligence to live in!
People with intelligence are suspicious,
Of making attempts to be 'better'...
Than everyone else.
Especially those,
Who prefer to live their lives...
Down to Earth and as foolishly as possible.

When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
As a choice of one attempting to think,
With common sense...
Is not a recommendation,
For anyone choosing to separate themselves...
With a maturity,
From this kind of accepted behavior...
Chosen by those unified by their nonsense making,
And faithfully tied to rituals...
They neither understand nor respect with depth.

'If it was good enough for my mama and her mama...
And those 'mamas' known before that,
Well...
It is good enough for me!
And I will take that with two hamhocks,
Yams dripping with butter and gravy smothered chops.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proven Not To Be Beneficial

It has already proven not to be,
Beneficial or cost effective...
To have issued lifetime memberships,
Or seasonal tickets...
To those of the population selected,
For purposes to keep them addicted...
And protected by entertaining amusements,
Numbing effectively a thought process...
That has kept denials prioritized over truths.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addicted

Have I told you how good
it feels to be me when Im in you
I can only stay clean when you are around
dont let me fall oh no
If I close my eyes forever
would it ease the pain could I breathe again
may beIm addicted Im out of control
but your the drug that keeps me from dying
maybe Im a liar but all I really know
is your the only reason Im trying
Im wasting away I made a million mistakes
am I too late oh yeah
oh this is torn in my head and it rays on my bed
when your not here
Im not afraid of dying
but I am afraid of loosing you
may beIm addicted Im out of control
but your the drug that keeps me from dying
maybe Im a liar but all I really know
is your the only reason Im trying
When youre lying next to me
love is flowing through to me oh its beautiful
oh yeah everything is clear to me until I hit reality
and I lose it all I lose it all I lose it all
Cause your the only reason yeah your the only reason
Im trying baby Im addicted
Im trying Im trying Im trying
baby Im addicted dont wanna lose It all
maybe Im a liar but all I really know
is your the only reason Im trying
now you know Im addicted yeah you know Im addicted

song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In The Seeking Of A Balanced Budget

Hunger and homelessness.
And meeting the needs,
Of those jobless.
A quality of life,
That is disappearing from sight.
And those seeking futures...
With a schooling of lessons to complete,
That light for them seems to be dimming...
Quicker overnight.
For them what's ahead is looking very bleak.

'Those are not priorities.
We still perceive people with these beliefs,
As having 'special interests'.
And we are doing our best,
To eliminate those 'pests'.
What 'else' can you come up with,
That can be regarded as serious?
At least 'something' that will motivate us...
In the seeking of a balanced budget.
What else can you provide to negotiate this process? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mentally Sick

When imbeciles are encouraged,
They take pride in the mounting of ignorance.
Listening to others is a joke to them.
They have ridiculous actions figured out!
Planning escapades with supporters...
They find a way to make common sense
A challenge to keep afloat!
For those who have long divorced themselves
From nonsense!
Even though they vote...
To discover themselves choking,
On ethnic jokes provoked!
Watching folks accept being duped and doped!

And it is the burden of those with senses left,
To find fresh creative ways to explain
'How' they could allow such bullshit to exist...
To sustain and maintain.
As they become more addicted
To pretending they too...
Aren't mentally sick!
Although they follow fools
Whether poor or rich,
Out of habit!
Showing signs they are clearly insane,
With their empathetic static!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addicted To You

I am addicted to you.
So what can I do?
but accept what has happened to me?
You're my personal drug
each time we hug
my body turns out to be
at peace once again and not so uptight,
no shaking, no headache in sight.
I am addicted to you.
The need in me grew
from the very first time that we kissed.
You're my personal high,
the reason why I
know that you are why I exist.
I know that all's well
and there's nothing to fear,
no frightful event will appear.

I don't need a drink,
I don't need a smoke.
These things I will never do.
My needs are not bad.
In fact I am glad
that I am addicted to you.
I

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Addicted to Sugar

so many have committed themselves
to nonsense and bs.
when confronted with the realities
of their efforts and conditioning process,
they become upset...
looking for solutions and answers.
and that is not going to happen,
since everyone is addicted to sugar
and painless remedies!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think most people will tell you that. They can go along and, while they're denying that they are addicted, say it's stress this, it's this, it's that. But I - it's - I think - I really believe there is a gene. Some people become addicted and others don't.

quote by Dick Van Dyke
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Something Thorough In the Mix

When people accept they've been set up,
And question to what degree?
There is nothing that can be said,
To people like this.
They would not recognize an opportunity,
Sitting in front of them as they resist.

People like this,
Look for answers as to why they exist.
And if praying they say is done they do...
As they pursue limitations too?
Something thorough in the mix,
Has them 'consciously' addicted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up And Disappeared

There has been a lot of listening missed,
That did not reach either your left...
Or right ear.
And I know there has been many attempts...
To reach you.
But you...
Refused to pay attention.
Since what was said you did not want to hear!

Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.
But the only thing your stubborn held fits,
Has not understood...'and' 'that' you've dismissed.
Any understanding those few were willing to give,
Has up and disappeared with no regret shown for it!

Time is very much a factor in this.
Because it is with time allowed,
Comprehension needs that thought process...
To make 'anything' for one to become clear.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Uncertainty Is Still Being Discussed

We have known of their covert activities.
And have been monitoring them for years,
To insure their threats against us...
Are kept at a minimum.

'That's great news.
Now explain a lost investment of trillions of dollars,
At the expense of those who have been innocent...
With the sacrificing of their lives,
And those standards valued never to be revived?
As tons of money is continued to be spent,
Protecting 'our' interests.

Do you mind explaining to us,
Who do your refer to as 'our'?
And those interests protected belong to who?
Specifically? '

That uncertainty is still being discussed.
But we trust you will maintain your trust in us,
As we further agree to deceive you with excuses.

'Sure no problem.
Take as long as you wish.
My questions are based on my own personal curiosities.
I'm sure the others deep in sleep,
Could care less of your thought process.'

Well...
We certainly have our fingers crossed,
That your comments have merit and truth.
Keeping those dumbed down is not as easy as it seems.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects

Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.

It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.

They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!

Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.

To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic

There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.

There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.

Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick Possession

Insignificant they see themselves.
And a showing of this towards life as well.
Hollow and ungrateful feelings,
Taught and perceived by those whose beliefs...
Were dictated to them in environments,
Where they represent the people living in them.

Insignificant they see themselves.
Just like their parents who felt the same way.
With similar images of obtaining success,
As a quick possession of what they can get.
With a having of that which impresses,
No matter how easy such unrealities come to be lived.
Or what the judge says before sentencing them to prison.

A mindset fixed and conditioned to be self centered,
Is a mindset that lacks other values!
And those 'standards' by which they live...
Is obtained by the entertaining of decadence.
With such a marketing done that trivializes life...
And the significance of being human.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A New Era Has Arrived

A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed

And those who say
They are of strong faith with beliefs
Are the very same people
Who stand in the way
With attempts to block
This progress that proceeds.

A new era has arrived
And yet those addicted
To long lasting habits
Are refusing to accept or move
From those times changed

And
With a stubbornness they are convinced
If they demand with a protesting that commands
'Everything' for them will remain the same
Even if they take matters in their ignorant hands
As if particles of dust
Refusing to be blown away by wind

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Addicted

I am addicted
To love
I am addicted
To prayer
I am addicted
To food

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Beliefs

Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.

Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?

There are those with beliefs of love and hate.
With more hating to believe
There is a weakness expressed,
When one confesses to have love.

There is a sickness some accept,
Because someone has said
Sickness for them is to be expected.

Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.

Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?

And why is it some create their own conflicts?
As if not to do them
They will be neglected.
As if to exit from them with belief
A love and peace shared by all,
Will one day by all be accepted.

Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And whose beliefs,
Have been made more realistic?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dragged Behind Them In Sacks

It is difficult to accept,
A restructuring of beliefs.
Especially when those beliefs,
Were thought to be cemented...
In concrete.
But the crumbling of foundations,
As seen are no longer rumored.

And the ones once reprimanded,
By pointing out their observations...
Seem not to be the ones running,
Seeking to find safe shelter...
To protect their pretentions.
Or denials dragged behind them in sacks,
As kept evidence of their loyalty and devotion.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When The Daylight Comes

They wish to stay sophisticated,
But afraid of taking risks.
And,
Choose to bicker over petty conflicts that exist.

They wish to want what they can get,
But not retrict their nonsense.
And,
Choose to bicker over petty conflicts that exist.

Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.
And...
When the daylight comes,
They run away from the Sun.

Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.

These people do their screw ups,
In the corners of the dark.
And...
When the daylight comes,
They run away from the Sun.

Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.

Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.

They wish to stay sophisticated,
But afraid of taking risks.
And,
Choose to bicker over petty conflicts that exist.

Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.

When the daylight comes,
They run away from the Sun.

Grow old,
They do...
With a purpose that molds.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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