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Humbling Those Who Are Most Defiant

Anyone wishing to enforce their beliefs,
With a flaunting done insisting their point of view
Is correct with a pouting stubbornness,
No evidence presented will convince.
Should be Left alone to feel offended.
Since,
Truth known as shown
To be clear as clarity for all to see as 'is',
Has a way of humbling those who are most defiant.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Mess Left To Deepen

A mess left to deepen,
By those who now weep...
Yet they swept this mess to lay in the streets.
While shunning away those,
That came to volunteer their services...
For free.
But told the debris,
Had been a figment of imposed negativity.
What was imagined was theirs to condone,
With a turning of their backs...
To expose an ignorance shown.

And what was in sight for all to see,
Was an impossibility to correct...
With a steadfast stubbornness,
Heating up to get more upset.
And what had been mentioned,
Created tensions amongst those offended.

Well...
Offended and left alone to condone their mess,
Has been done.
Leaving those who weep in their sleeplessness,
United with their wishes kept intact.
With nothing to bring them back to their senses.
Since outstanding were the payments...
To keep them smothered in delusions.
And being addicted to delusions is all they've known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Have A Point Of View

If I knew what tomorrow had in store for me,
I would be more optimistic today.
Knowing that every thought I had,
Could be expressed without opposition.
And others would accept my thoughts,
As my prerogative to have a point of view.

And,
Even if I did not know this to be true...
I still would feel it my right to do it.
As long as I make no attempt,
To enforce my beliefs on others.
Since too many believe they live just to do that.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Servants to Endure Unique and Special Sufferings

Attempts to convince God in prayer,
That our distorted outlook of reality...
Is a better point of view to digest,
Than God accepts!
And we stay faithfully,
On our knees making these 'suggestions'.

Leaving those trying to enforce their own beliefs,
Behind.
And stuck stubbornly in a willful distress to manipulate.
Revealing eventual mental and physical distortions.
With an ownership that God has chosen them,
As servants to endure unique and special sufferings!

Choosing to do so as their aspect of free will.
And finding the right scripture to prove their insanities valid.

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Not Trying To Sell This

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
Why would I feel a need to do it?
I can look back at my footsteps,
And realize I have lived my life with and without critique.
I continue to do the same thing to this day.

Only faith tested has brought me this far and kept me.
That is why I do not seek what your opinion of me is!
Your life as you live it has not been my main focus.
I have been conscious of my own experiences.
And they have kept me too emotionally busy.
Some when they came left me numb and stunned.

I don't feel that offended to defend my point of view.
It has been earned and I like it.
I am not trying to sell this to anyone,
Yet.
And when and 'if' that should happen...
I still wouldn't have any regrets.
Some delays expressed,
Maybe!

I have been fortunately blessed to place my steps,
Where they were urgently needed.
With just a few who knew from where they led!
To where they would come to grips,
With another experience welcomed to visit.

That's how I have come to look at it.
My life is to be lived!
So...
Make any attempt you wish to discredit my efforts!
Guess who would know it and still keep steppin'?
Feeling there is nothing from anyone,
I seeks that needs approval.

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Free From A Deluded Need

Too serious I've become,
With a different point of view.
Too serious,
And...
Too complexed.
With my eyes free of clouds.
Following a Sun,
That has etched with clarity...
A connection that corrects.

I have no wish to satisfy,
Misunderstandings I have left.
I have no wish to revisit,
Repeated regrets.

Too serious I've become,
With a different point of view.
Too serious,
And...
Too complexed.
With my eyes free of clouds.
Following a Sun,
That has etched with clarity...
A connection that corrects.

And clarity is what I seek,
On a path to become...
The very best I can be!

And with clarity I am free,
From a deluded need...
To impress!

Free from a deluded need,
To address pretentions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Growth And Blooming Of Bright Flowers

Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to expand.
Enthralled one is by their own demands.

Those who seek to be understood,
But lack the patience to understand.
Has a fear to self assess themselves,
As close as one who self examines can.

Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Does not fertilize,
One's comprehension to absorb clarity.
Unless that clarity has others to agree.

And one not comprehending,
Only wants to perceive from one point of view.
And if that point of view mentioned,
Has obstacles in its way blocking what is there to see...
Those obstacles will remain to stay where they are.
When a stubbornness is thick like a cemented brick wall.
And stuck with a holding onto the comfort of ignorance...
That appears from the outside to be permanently installed.

Wanting to know,
And not willing to listen...
Could be that one who believes the feeding of weeds,
Nourishes the growth and blooming of bright flowers.
With a giving of consideration to nothing else at all.
Even when the petals from them begin to prematurely fall.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need of Permanent Hibernation

The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.

And these beliefs are not only detrimental.
They have become so engrained,
That the cost of defending against...
The use of common sense,
Has depleted everyone from recognizing...
That a connection between common sense,
And the application of truth...
Is where the true victory can be located.
And avoiding these intentionally...
Creates the onslaught of devastation.

The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are in need of permanent hibernation.

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Images Presented

The image that's presented,
Determines how impressive...
Those pretentious rush to protect.
And the image that's presented,
Has less to do with intellect.
Or competence and its effect,
Upon those expecting...
Much more than an image projected to accept.

Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!

Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented,
Do not feed!
Those images presented,
No one needs now!

Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.

Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.

Those images presented,
Represent times gone.
Those images presented,
Have been rusted so long.
Those images presented do not feed.
Those images presented no one needs,
Now.

Those images presented represent a decadence.
And they represent with evidence pretentions that are meant.
Images old have molded.
Although repeatedly they have been sold!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Over and Done and An Exit Out

Some people have a tendency,
To embrace nonsense.
As if it is an appendage.
While those who have become offended by this...
Decide to exhaust all tolerance for it's appearance.

The 'nonsensical' then become offended,
When an attention is suspended from them.
But a caring that has lessened immensely...
Is still giving these folks a bit too much respect,
That needs to end...
Period.

With an over and done,
And an exit out!
With no pouting to exchange.
But definitely...
A silent and closed mouth.
Until a point made has been established.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My view 07

I view the world in wonderment
the daily miracles I see.
Don’t come about by accident
at least that’s how its seems to me.
Considering the evidence
it would appear there is a plan
much greater than the mind of man
The truth is nobody knows for sure.
You’re free to choose what you accept
Childhood beliefs may long endure.
Some you believe and some reject
What I propose is tolerance
give all beliefs an equal chance.

1-Nov-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My view

I view the world in wonderment
the daily miracles I see.
Don’t come about by accident
at least that’s how its seems to me.
Considering the evidence
it would appear there is a plan
much greater than the mind of man
The truth is nobody knows for sure.
You’re free to choose what you accept
Childhood beliefs may long endure.
Some you believe and some reject
What I propose is tolerance
give all beliefs an equal chance.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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If Annoyed Beyond Reason

Imposing one's opinions and beliefs,
To enforce upon others without a giving of relief...
Does not leave those impressed,
By something done by another that is wished...
They were prepared to accept as being agreeable,
Or reject as upsetting.
Before such imposition happens,
To soar to heights that leaves a negative taste.

But wait!
There's more.

Some people honestly believe,
Their activities interpretated by some as being obnoxious...
Is a way they can prove,
Not only do they wish others accept their nonsense...
As a thinking process that is correct,
But also is the best from them anyone can get.
Even if others are left annoyed beyond reason and/or explanation,
That affords them an opportunity to express the presence of doubt.

'Why aren't you accepting MY beliefs? '

~Maybe it is because I am comfortable with my own.~

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Increasingly Addicted

Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.

And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.

Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.

And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.

Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.

Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!

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My Disappearing Act

If I have offended you,
That can only mean one thing!
You chose to enforce an impression on me.
With a familiar disrespect,
That is a part of your life without self reflection.

And if I offended you,
I've seen what you do too much.
And folks like you out of touch,
With an absorption of self?
I don't like.

Although I may not say that.
My disappearing act should express it!
You will not test my peace of mind.
Doing it I do not suggest,
One bit.
And if you find that offensive,
I do not give a...

'To those who know what I am saying?
You know what I am saying!
There is no point in explaining.
Some folks can agitate the evil out of others.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only When It Is Conducive

Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.

Am I offended by your pretense?
Only when it is conducive.
And I am aware of the excuses used,
By someone insecure.
And flaunting their own mental abuse.

Do I feel a need to free myself sometimes?
Yes!
Especially when I am smothered...
By others who are vacant.
Or just absent with no minds.

Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.

Am I offended by your pretense?
Only when it is conducive.
And I am aware of the excuses used,
By someone insecure.
And flaunting their own mental abuse.
However...
I am never that detached from free amusements.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dazzle To Daze Those Awakening

There is nothing like a dose of truth,
To awaken the stubbornness...
Of a sleeping done,
Wishing to snooze through life.
There is nothing like it.

There is nothing like a pinch of salt,
That comes to sting a wound...
Healing on the effects of sugar and spice.
And all things created 'should' be nice and sweet.
While those homeless and hungry suffer,
From visions of living their reality living in the streets.
As those of gluttony and greed tease others,
With a taste of their theft with an acquired laziness kept!

There is nothing like a dose of truth,
To awaken the stubbornness...
Of a sleeping done,
Wishing to snooze through life.
There is nothing like it.
There is nothing like witnessing,
The dawn come shining through to blaze...
And dazzle to daze those awakening.

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.

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A simple man.

I am not a Christian
Nor a Muslim or a Jew
I am just a simple man.
Who has a different point of view.

I can't believe the fairy tales.
Which I was taught in my youth.
Because the evidence fails
to convince me of their truth.

I am prepared to listen to.
What you believe with due respect.
But I expect respect from you.
Though you're entitled to reject.

What I believe as being false.
A matter of selection
I dance a jig you choose to waltz.
A different dance for everyone.

Sunday,12 February 2012
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Spiraling

The crime minded,
Now find themselves in a bind.
Taking for granted their slanted point of view...
Living only to exist,
To redo with a smearing...
Done to hoodwink.
Trick and fool!

Raised by an element,
Mixed with insecurity and common slime.
It had been their intent...
To spread and enforce this devilment.
With a consciousness unrelenting,
Flaunted and wanted!
Showing unconcern...
Their madness was undefined!

Yet unwinding it is...
From its purpose to confine.

And this sickness did not just happen...
It was blamed on those with no defense!
Fences created and initiating hate...
By the ones who now quarrel,
In constant heated debate.
As they try their best,
To correct their own dissecting!
Condoned by them alone,
And spiraling with a quickness...
In a blinded dismal fate that's shown!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Leaves On a Tree

There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.

There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.

Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!

Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.

They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.

Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.

There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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