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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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Baffled

There are those living
Who actually are convinced
They have power to enforce their beliefs
On other people to accept without objection

And these very same people
Regardless of the kind of enforcement they use
Are baffled that the cost of their attempts
Have their creditors making suggestions
As to what they should sell
To pay off their debts
Created to enforce others
To accept in a bowing done
How a way life lived
In in the best of their interests

Making not a bit of sense
Even to those debating themselves
In campaigns
Over realities they can no longer afford
To have others believe anymore

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Everyone's entitled to express their political beliefs. I don't presume to tell anybody who to vote for. I am comfortable telling people what my opinions are.

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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?

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Core and Center of Most Complaints

So many people have tortured themselves,
With beliefs they should not be happy.
With mindsets that have been dictated to accept,
To do for others first...
Before doing first for self.

'Oh it is selfish to think of oneself.'
I once was told.
As I sought happiness to be given to me.
While determining who I should accept it from?
With a list of preferences as to how it should be received.

Oh I was messed up mentally as a child.
I took things to mean what they were literally.
Like 'God don't like ugly'.
I later learned this was a figure of speech.
And I use to think people I thought physically ugly...
Had absolutely no chance to impress God.

I was a child.
And folks were seeking everything possible,
To keep my curiousities controlled.
And...
I wasn't having none of it!

So many people have tortured themselves,
With beliefs they should not be happy.
With mindsets that have been dictated to accept,
To do for others first...
Before doing first for self.

This is what living life has taught me...
If there is no happiness within the self?
Don't expect it from someone else.
And...
If you have insecurities and low self esteem?
Do not accuse someone else,
Of not understanding you and treating you mean.

Those elements have been implanted in your mind.
If you aren't spending the time to undo this crime?
Don't attempt to blame someone else,
Because you have been left willfully victimized.
And tied by circumstances to visualize a lack of dollars.
The core and center of most complaints!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Been Denied

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.

People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.

And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.

One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.

And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.

'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '

That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.

'But,
How can you say that? '

I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.

And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?

'No.'

You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs

The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.

And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Busy In the Process

People have their beliefs.
And that is to be respected.
However...
I have always admired the ones,
Who are able to get good deeds done.
And generally they do not express their beliefs...
With speeches to convince.
Since they are too busy in the process,
Of making progress seen that is concrete.

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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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Show Me Your Beliefs

Your want to take my beliefs,
And enforce upon me yours.
I am fine with that.

However...
Show me where your beliefs,
Have satisfactorily been endorsed.
Show me the facts.
And I will follow you...
Of course.

Show me,
Your beliefs!
And if possible,
Can you do that...
Once you've dismounted,
Off the back of your high horse!

Show me your beliefs,
Without...
Showing me your remorse!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Beliefs

Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.

Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.

Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.

And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell Them Anything To Believe!

Tell them anything to believe!
That kept policy of philosophy,
Remains as the chief cohesive reason...
Why too many can not accept,
A life they perceived to be denied...
Of an integrity wished from others.
With a wanting of it from them to get.
But learn they have been duped by lies.

Tell them anything to believe!
And those who have done this,
Today have their regrets to express.
If people are led to discover,
They no longer should and can respect...
What is there left to protect or expect,
From those giving their best but find themselves...
Totally disregarded and taken for granted to neglect.

And those who have chosen to tell folks anything,
But what is correct...
Eventually find they are without a purpose.
Since nothing which is meant to convince to be heard...
Becomes regarded as worthless and a waste of words.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is a Dawning to Be Reaped

It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.

It is unfolding and unloading,
That which comes to bestow...
A revealing,
Of a new plateau...
To behold for all to know.

And we who live are in the midst of it.
Here to adjust,
And witness this.

It is unfolding...
The disclosure of a new plateau.
It is unfolding to expose,
Those old beliefs to let go.

There is a dawning to be reaped.
Introducing us to different beliefs.
It is unfolding,
To leave...
Opportunities that will be released.

It is unfolding within reach.
No matter what the past teaches us to seek.

It is unfolding,
The disclosure...
Of the coming of a new plateau.
And on minds imposing with a showing,
It is time for that grasp of the past to let go.

There is a dawning to be reaped,
And imposing.
Not a doubt about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.

Dawning to be reaped and imposing,
Drop your doubts about it.
Dawning to be reaped and imposing.
There's no doubt about it.
Those who do remain in doubt,
Will find they stay amongst psychotics.
Doubting in their minds about it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Own Voice

I had heard them in the distance,
Defining for themselves...
Beliefs to accept.
And within my heart,
I had to keep moving forward.
Because in my mind,
I had found my own voice.
And it took a long time,
To comprehend.
With a giving to it my total attention.
And accepting my fate was to stay,
Walking in faith.
To observe it being validated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glued To Fractured Values

The same people who remain glued,
To fractured values that no longer to them soothe...
As they use to completely do,
Are also the very same people who would love to be convinced...
They have the power to put others on the defensive.
To prove to themselves that every belief they have kept,
Continues to make sense.
If only someone would aggressively step forward,
To admit they have no questions to leave them doubting...
About which beliefs to keep faithfully.
Among the few of those beliefs they have left.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scrutinize

Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.

Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.

Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.
What you can't reach with your two feet.

Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.
What you can't reach with your two feet.
To examine, rid or receive.

Scrutinize it.
Scrutinize!
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize!
Scrutinize it.

Let them go to whoop!
Or holler in a group.
You scrutinize.
With open eyes.

Let them go to whoop!
Or holler in a group.
You scrutinize.
With open eyes.

You scrutinize!
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.

Scrutinize it.
Don't accept anything to force a fit.
Just scrutinize it.
Scrutinize.

Open up those eyes.
Scrutinize.
Don't leave to beliefs.
Scrutinize.
To accept and keep.
Scrutinize.

What you can not reach,
With your own two feet.
To examine,
Rid...
Or receive.
Don't criticize!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Suits Me May Not Suit You

The bubbles in my pink champagne
Add to my air of gaiety.
I have no reason to complain.
The bubbles in my pink champagne
Remind me that I must retain
My place in high society
The bubbles in my pink champagne
add to my air of gaiety.

I do not doubt that’s true for you
But I prefer good honest ale
as any Englishman would do
I do not doubt that’s true for you
Because I have no reason to
But I prefer good honest ale
I do not doubt that’s true for you
But I prefer good honest ale.

Each to their own I must accept
Taste leaves little room for argument.
So I accord your due respect.
Each to their own I must accept
I have to say I don’t expect
To change established precedent.
Each to their own I must accept
Taste leaves little room for argument.

(31 August 2011)

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Living It Will Be The Experience

Oh yeah...prove it!
You are always picking things apart,
To try to find something wrong.
Why can't you play along?

Oh yeah...prove it!
You seem to see life as negative.
And can not accept what is as is.
I hear you do this...
All night and day long!
Why can't you play along?

'I am not into games that remain the same.
Nor truth do I ignore!
If I witness something I question...
My mind will find answers,
To further in my mind be explored.
You see...
Poverty and homelessness,
In the midst of those who are rich.
To me is a sickness,
Of one's consciousness.
If observing this is allowed to exist!

People professing how great they are...
As they steal from others and watch them starve.
To me is a human tragedy.
And I don't accept this as how life should be!

I think of those who say they have faith,
But live everyday in fear...
Are fakes.
And I will be blasphemous and say...
Whatever 'that' is they pray to,
It isn't God!
Not the One I listen to and obey!
For truth and understanding to come my way.

And hypocrites who wish for materialistic dreams...
Are nothing more than opportunists,
Hoping to benefit from their lieing and deceitful schemes.

And if it seems I am 'always' picking things apart...
Perhaps I'm being oversensitive.
Too emotionally connected to a feeling and caring heart.
I'll admit that's how I am.
And from that I will not depart!

And I'll leave you with this to hear from my lips...
You and anyone else who feels I am negative,
Will come one day to feel regret.
Because the God I know,
Observing what I see that clearly shows...
Is about to make big changes,
To all your beliefs.
And is in the process to upset...
Everything you hold dear and cherish! '

Oh yeah...
Prove it!

'Somehow I do not believe,
That will be up to me to do it!
I already see the evidence!
Since everything you do,
Is making less sense!
Your entire way of life...
Is going through rapid changes.
And for you or me or anyone else...
Living it,
Will be the experience! '

Oh yeah?
Oh yeah?
You think you know so much!

'Well...
I'm not the one trying to hussle up a buck,
To get a cup of coffee! '

So whatchu sayin, man?
You ain't got no money,
To give to me for a cup of coffee! ?

'I'm not saying that at all!
I just don't feel like playing along.'

God bless you, my brutha.
God bless you, my brutha!

'Oh yeah?
Whatever! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obstacles Arrive

Adapt.
Accept facts.
Avoid traps of beliefs...
That a picking which is liked from life,
And as perceived...
Is okay to leave behind,
All that is disliked on a path one finds.

Obstacles arrive not as ornaments to wear.
To one day disappear as if,
Not a one had ever been there.

Adapt.
Accept facts.
Avoid traps of beliefs...
That a picking which is liked from life,
As perceived...
Is okay to leave behind,
All that is disliked on a path one finds.

This that is here,
Has been labelled a tree.
See it?
That which is above us,
Has been called a sky!
Can you see it?
Those who stare over there back at us,
Are referred to as people!
You can wave...
It's okay!

And you...
Believe this or not,
Are one of them.
So am I.

Like a you.
Like a me.
Like a we...
Are all a part of a 'they' and a 'them'.
And for all of us...
Obstacles arrive!

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Why Can't You Drop Them...

You 'believe'...
In concepts deep within you.
And yet your beliefs,
Satisfy you not with comfort?
Or free your steps,
Without regretful movement?

You attract conflicts,
That daily attack!
And yet a protection,
Of hypocrisy...
Has created that!
With a pattern offering no objection?

And you tell me,
The life I live...
Although free of those agonies
You suffer...
Is based on delusions I enforce?
That my 'divorce' from those 'realities'
You embrace with a loyal devotion...
Have been endorsed by a fantasy?
And dysfunctions I've set into motion,
Are disguises of my actual emotions?
And I've focused on pretentions,
Instead of pain that goes ignored?
That I have not honestly explored,
My limitations!

That may well be true!
However...
Which one of us expresses a happiness,
And a grateful attitude for its existence?

I wish not to question your beliefs.
But your faith in application,
Seems to lack a convincing appreciation.
With an uplifted joy to be so blessed!
Willing to confess it...
With each opportunity you get!

Unless that too,
Is absent of any truth...
You desire produced,
Behind your elaborate 'cloaking'!
And I am sure that is your reason,
And purpose...
To have such beliefs?
To keep them out of sight,
As you delight in discreeted loneliness.

Such bliss should be envied and seen.
You should wish them known and shown,
I would suspect.
Don't you?
Isn't that the meaning behind having such beliefs?
To have such feeling shared and released?

If not,
Why can't you dropp them...
Instead of those tears,
That appear very real to me!
Falling periodically from your face!
And not one of your eyes sparkle,
With unhesitating excitement!
Or expose your pleasure,
With traces I can identify as contented joy.

I don't detect your beliefs being present.
Not as frequently as I hear your cries,
About a survival you have chosen...
In a denial you refuse to address.

Perhaps you view that as a criticism,
Instead of an opportunity...
To put a smile on your outlook!
Or maybe that too is too much of a risk?
And you are afraid,
You just may give the wrong impression!

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