How It Has Been Depicted
That which can not be envisioned,
In a mind yet unable to see clearly...
A defending of that,
Which increases in limitation...
Becomes more depended upon,
To supply one with a needed relief.
With an attachment to that,
Which has been declared acceptable.
Until it no longer is comforting to do it.
Or a proving that deception is useless.
And a belief that has been inflicted,
Will always be defended.
And that is as natural...
As one being offended,
By that which is unknown.
Until the unknown becomes no longer feared.
And to fear that which is unfamiliar,
Is a process that continues to deform the 'norm'...
Of one's ability to see beyond a conformity,
That demands a following of perceptions.
Kept intact and respected as fact.
Although the effects of rejecting truth,
Can not be said to provide a wealth of mental health.
Or sustains a faith so great one chooses,
To stay and remain uninformed.
Not for what truth is but how it has been depicted.
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What Is Truth? Diogenes' Quest
What is truth?
Please verify your proof
Warped perceptions, systemic deception
Truth becomes mere conception
Truth today, rejected tomorrow
Confuses unfortunates caught in sorrow
A word, a pledge, verses of the Bible
Those who slander, practitioners of libel
Trust I'm seeking, truth I need to know
Lies I avoid allowing trust to grow
What truth does justice provide?
Knowing injustice sits by its side
The truth that all mortals expire
Myths of Heaven or burning fire
To place trust in what you think is truth
And find it was instilled in early youth
Awakens mentality to reality of lies
Shaping your mind and thoughts besides
To search the land with lantern in hand
For one honest, truthful man
Diogenes' quest - disappointment, reprimand
To thy own self remain honestly true
To the world, allow truth to define you
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Express What It Is In Terms That Pleases
Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!
More are obsessed with deluded impressions.
Created for affect.
To keep a conformity in check!
No one is expecting truth,
To be for them today complex.
Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!
However it is done...
None will embrace it.
And the rawness of reality,
Will certainly stun!
These folks have been fantasized,
All of their lives!
The truth you reveal will not appeal.
In fact,
Be prepared to be 'boo-ed'.
Threatened and despised!
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The Health Of One's Mind
To discourage someone,
With a desire to become a doctor...
Because of a national health bill passed.
Is similar to defeating one's wish to be a priest!
Because a fear of an honesty,
From a pulpit may be preached.
And this might increase the health of one's mind!
Producing a limitation of funding time has defined,
That promotes an ignorance of suffering...
Most addicts choose to mainline!
In a restriction that confines the masses,
To a conformity of deception.
And a reception kept deceived,
Must not be undermined!
It's better to smother the cover ups...
In support of economic climbs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Any Faith
Belief it comes in every kind; faith that grips the heart and mind,
But faith’s deeper than belief, like a branch that holds each leaf,
When you’re planted in the Tree, within the Branch of all Eternity,
All leaves never wither or fall, being nourished by the Lord of all.
There’s men with faith, although, are not rooted enough to grow,
Head belief but no spiritual root, within this life, produce no fruit.
And a faith with only head belief, produces withered, falling leaf.
Rooted only in spiritual sand, upon The Rock they cannot stand.
There are beliefs in many a place, having faith less God’s Grace,
In many beliefs, it’s understood, that mankind is basically good,
Men building a faith down here, without that need for Godly fear,
Ignoring Truth wanting His love, thinking all get to Heaven above.
Some with a faith about the earth, see no need for spiritual birth,
Never looking up to The Creator, with no thought about a Savior,
Being stewards of God’s creation, with no need of His salvation.
As saving earth is the urgent need, the only truth men must heed.
Any faith, as noble as it may be, cannot save a soul for Eternity,
If that faith has ignored, the blood atonement of Christ our Lord,
If it fails to embrace this Truth, ahead will only be strong reproof,
As faith in Christ is the only belief, that gives a soul eternal relief.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
Truth And Deception
There is a difference between truth and deception.
Deception can be ignored to eventually go away.
But not too far.
Deceivers like to stick around to recruit.
Truth can not be ignored.
Nor does it hide.
It is often depicted as being evil.
By those who can not face it.
Deceivers worm they way into relationships.
Pretending they are interested,
In other people's business and how it is done.
Only to exaggerate with a demeaning of everyone.
Truth is supportive and show this by being direct.
Rarely truth is found embellishing what it is.
Since truth when accepted,
Stays unchanging and remains effective.
Deceit and those who deceive,
Stand not a chance to remain the same.
It is discovered to be defective.
And when exposed it shows much shame.
And truth when known and exposed by those who know it,
Has nothing to be shamed about.
It is proud to be what it is without having a need,
To whisper secretly from mouth to mouth as deceivers do.
As if to resuscitate to revitalize a fakeness done to prove and use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pleasure days
So far they were the days of pleasure
Nothing taken seriously life for sure
Days were passing like smooth river flow
Nights too were easily coming but ready to go
Time had come now to decide
Everything else was to be put aside
Think of best union possible and stay
Settle once for all and find reasonable way
Midnight knock always sacred
I feared and never dared
To venture out at night time
It was proving difficult sometimes
I had some unknown apprehensions
I had not find its mention
They were since long in mind
Now was the time to think and find
Any female may find it reasonable
To stay forever and find lovable
It is need and must be realized
I have worked on it and visualized
Little blow of wind knocks the window
I want the air to come in or allow
I give everything in and surrender
He may come in as plunderer
Yet it is alright and acceptable
As he is worthy and capable
He may take me thousands of miles away
Take into final embrace and stay
The whole world is by my side
Horizon has spread and become very wide
I have to take all worries off the mind
Reasonably adjust and always remain kind
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Acceptance Heals
Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.
Some wish to stop to grow.
To direct with a decision...
To have things go their way.
Blocking the experience of a natural adventure.
As if the ticking of a clock,
Depends on a decision made.
Since time itself...
Is a creation of man.
And where man stands...
Has nothing to do,
With the evolution of nature.
And nature awaits...
Such dictates!
Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.
And those foolish protective measures,
Keeps a wounded mind...
With no peace to find.
Acceptance heals.
Like one's faith,
Eliminates...
A stunted life that wastes away,
In anticipation to have a stubbornness validated.
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Sonnet: Material Things Are Not Permanent
Whatever wealth I’ve accrued in this world,
Whether hard-earned or by the easy route;
Whether in kind or currency wads, curled,
I must leave back to someone else like loot.
However much wealth I have earned on earth,
By sweat of brow or by my playing dice,
It will not help me gain an extra-breath,
Except a coffin made of teak wood nice.
Whatever treasures, I had to my name,
As gems or diamonds, silver or gold-form,
I leave them back intact in life's earth game,
In known or unknown places as per norm.
Then why this haste and frenzy for more wealth,
And that too at the cost of one’s own health?
poem by John Celes
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No more fear
No more fear of survival refuse to live in fear of myself any longer.
No more fear of never being respected or acknowledged by you for who I am.
I will not sarcoma to my fears any longer for I am stronger then I ever dreamed and I will no longer allow my fears to hold me in limbo.
No more screaming in silence or crying with no tears for the end of my silence is here.
No more putting myself through torture for I am ready to heal, my new growth is all around me and I am unsure of what I fear.
No more fear of not being loved for the people who loves themselves has any fear.
No more fear of the unknown for my eyes are wide open and the sky is very clear.
I will only place God Before me for I only exist with him and only he can set me free.
I had fear of being alone, then fear of what could be but I long to face the fears and it does not control me.
No more empty feelings for I know just where to go I will get on my knees, and ask God to bless my soul and take the fear away from me.
No more will I not be heard, if I need to yell or scream it I will say it the way I want but until I am treated right have a voice and I will not have fear of being heard.
No more will I not stand up for me or fear of what was meant to be, no more if being mislead, lost or even feel like I should be dead.
No more of this silly game will I play I love me and maybe you should do the same, I am that woman who has held a family together, who has made you only exit in my world and now no more.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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Seduced to Feed Upon Beliefs
I keep reminding myself...
people are where they are in their minds.
In a comfort that appeases.
And seduced to feed,
Upon beliefs that increases...
A conformity released.
And that conformity 'is' their reality.
Regardless if that mindset has been created,
To control and confine the minds of its own kind!
It is its own creation.
And that...
Once upon a time,
Was a successful process.
One declaring itself 'divine'.
But today...
There is a truth of our existence that prevails.
With a persistence that knocks down false walls!
And people have become confused.
Unaccepting of this action taking place.
Although they pray to 'God'
For an understanding they approve.
Many self righteous have become offended,
By what has been revealed to them.
And faces reflecting their blemishes...
Are rejected.
And they pay the cost,
Not to be recognized outside.
But 'inside' can be found those souls that suffer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am No Longer
i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find
poem by Megan Watts
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I Am So Sorry
I am so sorry that you no longer believe in your dreams;
I am so sorry that now, sadly, it surely seems
As though you have given more thought to
The ignorance of others, instead of what you ought to-
Namely, the love you have, guarded deep in your heart.
For the sake of 'what others might think', you've allowed part
With all that which presented as answer to your prayers.
The soul that is meant to fly belongs to the one who dares
Fly, despite any impediment that may be placed in its way.
I am so sorry that you have allowed your heart to decay
As it has-for the sake of prevarication by someone unknown.
The mind that is truly strong, must be able to think on its own-
I am so sorry that you no longer possess this ability;
I am so sorry that real love for you, is no longer a possibility-
Not until you learn to live the life you truly want to live,
Unaffected by the potential for uninformed opinions people may give.
I am so sorry that you would rather be a martyr to the throng-
Even though their lives are unaffected and their opinions are wrong!
I am so sorry that your heart apparently has a switch,
That you can flip, to either now or then, live a lie; which is which! ?
I am so sorry that when confronted by a scenario of 'fight or flight',
You chose to flee, instead of what your heart knows is right!
I cannot live this way, I have always been true to myself, and to you;
If roles were reversed between the two of us, what would you do! ? !
The answer to that question is the path you should have espoused.
My wish for you is that this answer has already been aroused.
poem by Maurice Harris
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Saddled and Strapped to Traps
Perceptions are usually fed by concepts.
What is envisioned seldom results,
In the actual reality of the subject perceived...
That one can accept to believe yet witnesses.
In fact,
It is like the presence of truth.
How often is truth denied as presented,
To be rejected when it clearly appears?
Many will disbelieve what they see,
To say...
'I hear what you are saying,
But that is not what I've been told.'
Those who have minds entrapped like that?
Should not entice one into an argument.
Minds saddled and strapped to traps like that...
Should be left alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is faith and belief? .....
Although, we say that a man with faith
can win the world without trouble
But faith is believing something is not seen
We do exercise believe in faith everyday
But believing in reality is more truth than faith
We cannot see most things that we have faith
even they are existing like a faith in God.
When we become lack of belief in ourselves
then we become nothing but weakening in our soul
Most of the people dream to have something
and they want them to come true within their faith
They don't want to achieve them through belief in reality.
Some think faith and belief are part of evolution
It is true that success in life need to have both faith and belief
but belief is the way of searching for the truth or reality
Faith is known as trust on something but absence of proof
But belief is built with knowledge and a reality is proofed.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2008 Ravi Sathasivam
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Where The Problem Is
There use to be a time,
When people passed off anything...
And found it acceptable.
Today those same people,
Who found anything and everything done acceptable...
Are seeking explanations amongst themselves,
As to why those they have selected to represent them...
Seem less qualified to audition for characters portrayed,
In any nursery rhymes they have ever told to their children.
And...
The ones who are trying to snap them 'into' reality,
Can not say it loud enough...
That everything that has been sweetened to eat,
And given to them to nourish...
Has had damaging effects,
On the maintaining of their mental health.
Yet...
STILL they wish to keep the same story lines told,
But they wish to have the ones telling those nursery rhymes...
To depict the exact images in their minds,
That have never existed.
Although they seek 'anyone' besides those who are truthful,
To deliver the goods.
With a comfort for them that is understood.
There use to be a time,
When people passed off anything...
And found it acceptable.
But these times lived can no longer depend on myths.
People are challenged to be real with themselves.
And that's where the problem is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Is a Protection Done?
How is a protection done,
When what is being defended
Is attired is confusing beliefs...
Fostering fear
And nurtured by games,
Aimed with precision to spot enemies!
Disguised terrains depicted,
In high glossed technicolor...
Once clearly evolved from black and white
Images!
Assisted by graphs and lifestyles twisted!
Toy guns gifted with radar...
To lift and expose foes from where they are!
Even at night when surprise attacks,
Uncover those sleeping.
Unprepared to be blown from sacks.
Some without shacks to call home!
How is a protection done...
When a false existence,
Creates distance
And a persistence of determined rivalries.
On shores where ancient histories,
Are stripped of truth
To allow the inciting of troops to boost,
Ideals failing!
How is a protection done...
When the source of these conflicts
Ails with a mental disease! ?
Very few perceive this that way!
How is a protection done successfully...
With expectations to overcome,
With a peace understood?
When the very air we breathe,
Continues to pollute concepts believed!
How is a protection done,
When everyone is taught deception...
And defeat of humanity!
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For Those Who Are Disbelieving This
Even though the message has been absolutely clear...
There has been many attempts to re-write it.
Change its contents...
And defame the messengers,
With slander and atrocious accusations!
And each time that same message has been sent...
Those disliking the severity of it,
Have been exposed for what and who they are!
Exploiting the truth to delay its delivery,
Has not stopped the reality of it at all.
In fact,
That message did not need anyone to deliver it,
For it to become less effective!
The 'Supreme' Almighty has known the culprits...
Long before preparing His Wishes!
Now that He realizes visuals are more respected,
In ways these 'visuals' have not ever been seen before?
He, The Almighty, presents to us visuals,
On a grand scale!
And as clear as crystal glass...
We are all going to witness His Power!
Since many folks are illiterate anyway!
And for centuries many have depended on that ignorance,
To feed fear...
Separatism.
Divisiveness.
Confli ct.
War. Pain. Agony...
And a host of associated miseries!
To keep their greed,
Through the use of racist opportunities.
That nonsense is coming to an end!
And for those who are disbelieving this...
Will be seen fleeing from themselves.
And this will be a sight that enlightens.
Stripping all from the thought of deception!
And all who have been accustomed,
To living 'this' reality completely in deceit...
Will find themselves defeated,
Without one single defense!
Or an exit of shelter...
To rest and prepare for fresh masquerades!
Those days will no longer be available,
To charade that kind of existence ever again!
This truth arriving upon us...
Will not be camouflaged.
And concepts of God are going to be changed,
For the good and for those of higher consciousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afraid To Face The Fact
The truth of life, the wealthiest health,
The cause of good, a happiest act.
The need of love, the sky above;
We are afraid to face the fact.
The powerless power, the lifeless life,
The truth unspoken, the pain intact;
The nicest of things, the powers of thought,
We are afraid to face the fact.
The skies' a blue, the sound of ‘woo'*,
The rivers have shrunk, the stars react,
The storms noise**; and peoples too;
We are afraid to face the fact.
The rights wrong; the wrongs of right,
The nature of natures; shall keep the pact,
The time has come, the time of flight,
We are afraid to face the fact.
The day, the sun; the night' the moon;
The ‘now' the wealth; the ‘then' the ruin,
The brain the dream; the heart, the act,
We are afraid to face the fact.
*'woo' signifies ‘joy'.
** ‘noise' is used as a verb here.
poem by Osama Waqar
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!