Investigating Improprieties
Investigating Improprieties,
Promises to undo
A way of life historically pursued.
And had been based upon them,
With a flair that flourished affairs.
Those with outcries,
To expose and uncover lies denied...
Have placed their own existence,
In a jeopardy that threatens a pretense...
That had molded together,
Thieving dignities.
And foundations comprised,
On tweaked claims and alibis...
Unravels a society fantasized!
As truth concealed reveals...
An undoing of shattered myths,
Given life to breathe!
Leaving the purpose of taxation,
The core to finance an ending greed.
The seed that fed,
Their need to seek a greatness!
Will this acknowledgement cease their probe?
And advance them with this self assessment.
Or will they stay frozen...
In an accepted ignorance they chose!
A truth pursued can be cruel and crude.
And...
Connected to released freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling Truth a Bit Too Thick
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Feeling truth a bit too thick,
And uncouth.
Believing it to be wicked...
And undoing the deceit,
You are accustomed to.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would campaign to smear my name.
Deny knowing me and have me framed.
You would even prefer to see me shamed.
If I claimed to live a life doing what I felt was right.
If I denounced having an appetite,
For slandering others I didn't like to backbite.
And stirring up arguments just to provoke a fight.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Choosing to manipulate.
And wanting me to participate.
With others you select,
As disposable playmates!
And I have a consciousness you fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Interruptions
This is the deal:
You will either be trapped in madness...
Or you will be released to express bitterness!
This is your option:
Free yourself immediately,
From delusions of all kinds.
With one objective:
Realize nothing done and accepted,
Did not happen without your acknowledgement!
And if you have any claims of not knowing anything...
#1...your madness personalized will have company.
Know it and try not to outdo your hysterics!
#2...your released bitterness expressed...
Although a little late showing the outraged,
Will subside!
Eventually.
Either way...
You are not going to be alone!
Whatever the experience chosen,
Has been condoned.
Those denials you doubted and put on trial?
Have now become realities flourished.
Encouraged by the nourishing...
Of your acceptance of disbelief!
Those disbeliefs were never fantasized.
They were there but you shifted your eyes aside.
And there is nothing about them now,
That should be misunderstood.
Since you have paid the price...
Determining to keep your beliefs unchanged!
Holding onto a way of life as best as you could!
And everyone,
That you witnessed who kept reality shunned...
And now find themselves purchasing guns,
To protect themselves from an ignorance done...
To themselves and loved ones,
Go down the drain!
With those values and standards,
Historically 'said' to have been maintained!
Contained within pretentions insisted.
And you know they were yours to inflict!
With every rewriting done to it!
However and forevermore...
There is one thing comforting in all of this!
At least you have proven,
Your way to totally self destruct...
Has had no interruptions!
And comes at a time when self obsession,
Has been replaced with self examination!
At the expense...
Of your self indulging wasted existence!
And this, of course...
Your technology and experience,
Has without secret kept endorsed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paradox of Truth
The most subtle lies art the greatest truth
Like the fairy tales of our imaginative youth
Each truth a paradox, a lie does tell
A truth somewhere in mythical spell
When one lies, truth still speaks
For in everything doth truth seek
To express itself to hearts to behold
The truth of life in every lie told
Told in such eloquent song
There is truth in something especially wrong
Rhetoric, myths, ignorance and lies
Truth in all, every truth belies.
If thou don't believe it is certainly true
For to believe is true to me and you
And in this poem if you believe no truth
Let this poem be truth's own proof….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Why Should I Set Myself To Limits?
I've revealed so much of me.
Some of it seems fantasy.
And as a writer,
I've always sought the truth.
With the keeping of content,
Honestly pursued.
And there are some experiences,
I have had to yet expose.
There are 'some' things I will not reveal...
Even though some mouths will open,
To never again be closed.
I've known there has been an aspect of my life,
That will highlight my creative abilities.
And because of that I am not uptight.
I know there will be those who will impose their beliefs.
That is why I've chosen to uncover...
This side of my life with no regrets to keep discreet.
'What about your 'sexuality, Lawrence? '
Sometimes I like it.
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes sex bores.
And other times it wont.
And at my age preferences get old.
I've known the heat of passion.
And I've known some shoulders,
That were frozen cold.
Sex is sex.
I don't regard it as something I do best.
And today people lay with whomever they choose.
And 'if' I am to knock boots...
My sexuality will not be abused.
Hey,
What can I say?
Whatever is controversial,
I will test that too!
'So what are you saying?
You are also gay? '
If it's in the mix...
Why should I set myself to limits?
What sex is a tree?
I can be seen hugging them all the time.
And yet,
Not one of them...
Has confessed to having preferences.
And have accepted my presence,
Without trying to pry to see what's in my mind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undone To Undo
Undone to undo...
Those passionate insights.
Individuality disconnected,
To a symbolic way of life.
Undone to undo...
Questions and curiousity.
Freedom to disconnect...
From a torn and decadent society.
Undone to undo...
Truth and honesty.
A rise in higher consciousness,
That allows eyes wide open that see.
Undone to undo...
Facts and nonfiction.
To restrict convictions.
Undone to undo...
Influence that speaks,
To those poor and meek...
Reaching to strengthen,
Identities that seek...
A reality that teaches,
Shackles are for the sheep...
Heading for mutilation.
And a mindless humanity!
Undone to undo...
You and I.
And all good deeds pursued,
We attempt to do.
Undone to undo...
But intervention,
Prevents it.
Intervention prevents it.
Intervention prevents it.
An intervention,
Prevents it.
And dimensions,
Diminish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Seek Status
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
One based upon truth and honesty!
Many seek status.
Like an apparatus to mask.
Perhaps with hopes,
An acceptance is passed.
Or something that is approved...
As a test or a task.
If a status is proclaimed,
With wishes to keep one connected.
The time will not be long...
Until someone comes along,
To define that status wrong!
And pursued at the expense,
On one's identity...
That is compensated usually,
To eventually dispense.
To acknowledge that I 'am'
Who I 'am' and in the 'now'
Of my life!
Is for me a major achievement.
And one I live excuse free.
With a peace of mind,
I am glad to find...
Based upon truth and honesty!
And anyone who does not see it that way...
It is okay.
I am not going to debate it!
I am not in the pursuit of status!
To attract materialistic dreams.
With shine, sheen or gleam.
As a first time passenger on my journey...
I seek only God to please.
With deeds.
And a gratefulness to do so.
Many seek status!
And perhaps,
For them...
That is what God has assigned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncover The Truth
Sometime I think life is over,
But when I look behind your eyes I can uncover the truth you hide,
The lies you told me,
The things I believed,
But you never knew I can uncover your lies you have told me,
Uncover your dirty little secret you hide,
The deaths you have upon me will never end,
The lies you have told others will never end,
Its hard to believe the one you love can lie to you and shatter your heart into million pieces,
I have uncover the truth I seek,
Uncover the hate I feel,
You lead me to believe you are the one I love,
Lead me to think I loved you,
But in the end I get my heart broken.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Her Truth
Your truth claims to be a reality
While her truth is the reality
Your truth is just another fallacy
While her truth states actuality
Your truth tries to call her an insurgent
Just another agent
Trying to spread hatred
When her truth really speaks for those you have murdered
For those you denied existence
After they fought for their freedom
Went to the streets to express their position
And you accused them of being destroyers
Ended their lives like they worth nothing
Your truth tried to oppress them
Suppress their voices
While her truth spoke for them
Went to the squares screaming for their liberty
Fighting for their authority
Your truth is only believed by those who shared your earnings
Those who sold their souls for the Benjamins
Used religion, race and lies to serve your purpose
While her truth refused to take it all
Her truth was so pure it refused to sell the martyrs blood
Your truth has become so little
So her truth rose above it and took over the scene
Your truth was caught out
Your truth was discovered
More and more are finding her truth
Seeing the Real Truth
And yours, of course, just wished it would have listened…
poem by Jacob Arden
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The Best Doing Of A Done That I Did And Could Do
Do I undo?
To improve upon that which has been done?
Sure.
It is a necessity.
If an undoing is within my power,
To undo.
Do I stop the doing,
With an undoing that I did...
With attempts not to do?
Even if I am powerless...
To undo that doing done did,
With an improving of a done doing...
To do a better doing of a done did,
That I found unable to undo?
No!
However...
I will continue doing what it is that I do,
With the acknowledgement...
What it was that was done I did do to get done,
Was the best doing of a done that I did and could do...
With an improvement on a done I did,
Hoping that a doing of it was done much better!
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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Its Created Existence
How can anyone be judged and tried,
And sentenced for any wrong doing.
In places known to be delusional,
And fantasized.
Buildings have been erected,
Just to encase the creation of laws and reasons!
To satisfy a power base crushing from within.
How can anyone be judged and tried,
And sentenced for wrong doing.
How did that wrongdoing begin?
There is no escaping,
From its created existence.
Where would one go...
To seek a truth pursued?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth
The truth about a truth is that
The truth can’t be concealed for long;
And when revealed, the truth appears
A bigger truth than what it was.
Truth is beautiful; splendid;
Truth is eternal; everlasting;
Truth is endearing to righteous hearts;
Truth is consoling, comforting;
Truth is perennial; evergreen;
Truth is God.
Truth is a virtue all yearn for;
Truth is global, heavenly;
Truth is uncompromising;
Truth is always encouraging;
Truth is desirable; exhilarating.
Truth is mankind’s ultimate search;
Truth is a great topic of research;
Truth is delighting; enchanting;
Truth is trust-worthy from
Beginning to the end.
No lies can hide a truth for long;
No lies can make a lie, a truth;
All lies will vanish leaving truth exposed,
As bright as ever any time.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-2010
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Prison Of My Mind
I am a seeker,
A seeker of truth.
Although I did not know this, until the day.
The day of my fall.
A life of living on the edge.
Every lie I bought,
Selling a little piece of my soul.
Each lie pushing me one step closer,
Until the balance was broken.
Over the edge I fell.
The fall was a rush.
An exhilarating free fall.
Plummeting so fast,
I could not see the destruction left in my wake.
Blinded by bad judgement.
My conscience.
Until I hit the bottom.
The sudden stop from the fall.
Leaving me shattered and broken.
A fragile piece of glass.
Crawling on my belly like a snake.
I go to my knees.
The truth reveals itself,
Putting together the pieces one by one.
Revealing each lie I had bought.
Until I was whole again.
Until I was new.
Now that I know the truth,
Everything else is a lie.
The lies pushed me off.
The truth lifted me up,
And pulled me to safety.
I was blinded by lies.
Truth cleared my vision.
It cleared my conscience,
And released me from the chains,
From the prison of my mind.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Giving Power To
Given power to...
Upset and disconnect.
And...
Reject the best.
And...
Exaggerate and stretch,
A lie to make it true...
Is done,
And with a motive.
But,
The giving power to...
Fix and uplift with hope,
Flows with a flushing...
Down the drain.
The giving power to...
Upset and disconnect.
And...
Reject the best.
Is...
What people do!
Yes,
The giving power to...
Fix and uplift with hope,
Flows with a flushing...
Down the drain.
And that is true.
Yes...
The giving power to,
Truth, peace and happiness...
As best as it can get,
Is not pursued.
No...
The giving power to,
Truth, peace and happiness...
As yet,
Is not...
Done to do.
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
NO!
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is Inevitable
Accepted or not.
Deceived or manipulated,
To replace it with dishonesty.
Truth.
When it is revealed,
Can no longer be concealed.
Or interpreted for something it is not.
And regretting not to have embraced it,
When that opportunity comes.
To have it faced,
Does not change the integrity of those
Who have known and lived the truth.
When opposition displays its evil.
Although,
Those who have based their lives.
On lies told as they lived,
Are the ones haunted by their misdeeds.
Observed as seen.
Leaving truth shown to be spoken and known,
Eventually winning all battles!
It is inevitable that an evil is chased away.
Once the masquerading of it has been exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What Happens When Truth Is Spoken
Truth hurts!
That's why the presence of it,
Is scandalized, falsified, denied and fantasized.
Criticized and spat upon and treated like crap!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
Of course I am 'still' talking about truth.
And that's the tragedy of it!
Even when it is mentioned people want to stop it.
They want to disrupt it with a show of disrespect.
To prove they can throw it indignities.
And to leave it as if that is accepted.
Well...
I say NO to that!
It is NOT accepted!
'You are 'still' talking about truth...
Right?
I just want this conversation to maintain its focus.'
You aren't paying me any attention are you?
That's what happens when truth is spoken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defiantly Obnoxious
Defiantly obnoxious...
Are those opposed to pretentions.
A truth is pursued,
To undo the subdued...
And expose an honest subtraction!
Yet honesty is kept,
In quiet silent places.
To avoid a satisfaction...
That would come to release,
Fresh smiles erased that are ceased.
And placed upon those with false faces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Remotely Distanced
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it.
Fed on elitest ideals and dreams,
With luxurized lifestyles...
In condos with high walnut wooden beams,
Is how many see their purpose.
Surrounded by materialistic 'things'.
And things without enlightenment,
Is a life lived incomplete and empty.
With a seeking of sympathy...
When things are taken away from them and gone.
As complaints from them placing blame on others...
Goes on and on and on and on!
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it,
Too.
Choosing their own sanity to maim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Who's Benefit Is It
Lies lived,
Throughout decades and generations...
Of them being heard or told to listen.
Does not make them come true.
If fact,
Truth is traumatic and does not come to empathize,
A hiding.
Truth when it is accepted opens eyes wide.
To comprehend and not defend,
The creation of myths devalued.
Once lies lived have been uncovered for what that is...
Holding grudges and bitterness may be done.
But to who's benefit is it,
To insist lies told still exist when none of them,
Bought, sold or can be held like jello...
Can be connected to anything solid.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be You Pursued
Be you pursued!
This day.
Be you,
With patience kept.
Freed of memories,
Bringing tears to eyes...
Once wept now dry.
Be you pursued!
This day.
With a closed not to openly inspect,
Treasure chest.
Waiting for that special one to come,
And identify a suffering done now overcomed to go.
With a showering of light that bestows clear and cloudless sky.
Be You,
Pursued.
Don't give away what has been given to you,
As a gift...
For all that you have been through.
Reveal that treasured chest to only the best.
To an open heart that connects and sparks start.
Protect your assets.
With the best invest your mind and time.
Be you now pursued!
With a self worth you know is valued.
To be recognized by the one who knows life...
As you do too!
Be you...
Pursued to be cherished.
And be loved by the one for you,
Who is true.
Be you now that one pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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