It Can Prevail With Endurance
The most upsetting thing,
That displeases many people...
About reality,
Is its overwhelming ability...
To remain as it is.
No matter who attempts,
To depict it as something else...
Reality has its own set of standards.
As those who are shallow,
Eventually discover.
And rarely is it needing explanation.
It makes itself known!
Proving it can prevail with endurance,
Through any and every...
Conceiveable interpretation of fact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Bad' Guy
Selecting to depict one who has achieved,
A doing of activities produced publicly...
As a despicable 'bad' guy to dissect,
And pull apart...
Is a thing done that people do,
When one has proven their obtained experience...
And accomplishments can be of benefit to others.
However...
If not persuaded to be 'used',
A labelling declared to be everything negative...
Than what he is or has given,
Will become the topic to diffuse...
That which has been positively done.
Proving demons will always make attempts,
To have their way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unreal Reality
All that i see, seems so unreal to me,
Is it the truth or is it only fantasy,
Is it a dream or is it unreal reality?
All around me is such unreality,
Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see,
Is the whole thing a fake, or the ultimate reality?
That house is so big that it reaches right up to the clouds
It's got hundreds of windows, so the people inside can look out,
And they look down below and wonder what it's all about.
Look at that lady she got silver all over her face,
Is she a human being or a creature from outer space,
Is she authentic or phoney, i guess it's just a matter of taste.
Oh because they can feel it, it's gotta be the real thing,
Because they can touch it, it's gotta be reality.
If they say it's real, it's gotta be the real thing.
See that fella, looking all spick and span,
Is he a tailor's dummy or is he a real man,
Is he genuine, or straight off the assembly line.
All round me is such unreality,
Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see,
Is the whole thing a fake or the ultimate reality?
Is it a dream, or is it the real reality?
song performed by by Kinks
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With Words To Express, Define Or Explain
Smothered under thick layers of lies!
Suppressed by deceptions,
That keeps them self obsessed...
To excuse with alibis.
And no longer accepting the affects of self examination.
With cleared and open wider eyes.
They are first taught to assume positions,
Of being the center of the Universe.
Although from where they sit on Earth,
No one knows where up or down is.
Or if they are witnessing the left or right of it.
They learn to judge,
From lessons learned from birth first...
That whatever else exists,
From delusions quick to depict themselves...
Flawless.
There is a need to believe this ridiculousness,
Regardless of reality...
They wish with attempts to reverse.
And to curse those who are conscious...
With broadening observations,
Sought to seek and within them thirst.
With restricting limits,
Many self righteous think of others immediately...
By values and standards crumbling beneath their feet.
But yet refuse to see their own self imposing defeat,
From a medicating on maintaining minds addicted to fantasies.
And denying the existence of truth,
There to reduce their increasing agonies enforced and produced.
No matter how overwhelming the evidence,
Of a need for them to awaken from a maddening ignorance.
They've become too addicted to free and release to leave behind.
And unfortunate for them are these times we live,
That are completely out of their control...
Unfolding!
For all to behold with nothing left to be said,
With words to express, define or explain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.
quote by Susan Sontag
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Disturbing to the Nerves
It will be midnight for many,
Soon.
Dawn for some will come.
And for those unable to differentiate,
Between either one...
There will be turbulence ahead for them.
With mindsets fixed upon schedules nixed.
And determined they will sit,
In stubbornness unresisting!
As change surrounds them.
And this they can't admit.
Even though a change has rearranged,
Everything that use to be...
To become what today 'is'.
For all to allow and get use to it!
But something inside their minds...
Keep them affixed and locked to times,
Gone.
And yet the Sun has set,
Like a reality one has met.
One who refuses to allow it to exist
And yet....
No matter what attempts are made...
To loosen a tight grip,
On that which eventually slips away....
For reasons no one should keep,
To be repeatedly replayed.
It is done.
Like a welcoming to seclude in delusion.
When chips begin to fall where they may...
The only thing that should remain to stay,
And strengthen...
Is one's faith!
Unbroken.
Unshakened and obeyed.
Although we feel and know...
Our hearts aren't the only ones that break.
Disturbing to the nerves as that is...
To witness it as it is felt!
Coming as it does to give.
And be powerless against it when it's dealt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words on Conceptual Poetry
no points in making a bridge of connected reality.what is art? A for articiality/authenticity.R for reality/repitation.T for time/truth.this is what art is about.
art of reality and art of proff/witness is atr of conceptual poetics.
proof makes meaning, not meaning making system.
reality makes conceptual poetry, not concept.
It is who? ♥
It is not me but you
It is not you but the things you do
It is not the things you do but your love
It is not your love but the innocence you have
It is not the innocence you have but your reality
It is not your reality but your ability
It is not your ability but your creativity
It is not your creativity but your dignity
It is not your dignity but your appearance
It is not your appearance but your resistance
It is not your resistance but the way it has to be
It is not the way it has to be but ME
Yes me!
Fall for your ability
When I recognize your reality
Wish you could be mine
With the best life and sane
Yes you!
Make me down on my knee
Following you like the queen bee
Falling of my heart for yours
Much better know than previous years
Yes we!
Can do it in well
With the bright will
Never to had a fight more
Let us keep the life we adore
poem by Luwi Habte
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The longing in the depth of the heart for absolute good, and the power, though only latent, of directing attention and love to a reality beyond the world and of receiving good from it — constitutes a link which attaches every man without exception to that other reality. Whoever recognizes that reality recognizes also that link. Because of it, he holds every human being without any exception as something sacred to which he is bound to show respect. This is the only possible motive for universal respect towards all human beings. Whatever formulation of belief or disbelief a man may choose to make, if his heart inclines him to feel this respect, then he in fact also recognizes a reality other than this world's reality. Whoever in fact does not feel this respect is alien to that other reality also.
quote by Simone Weil
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Y.. Reality
Reality
Is dark and gloomy
But I see so much light
Reality
Is negative and bad
But I see so much goodness
Reality
Is falsehood and deceit
But I see so much honesty
Reality
is ugly and hideous
But I see so much beauty
Reality may be changing slowly
Please try to see
Take a look together with me
poem by Aufie Zophy
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That Angst Aint What It Use To Be
Every conceivable trick in the book they could use,
Even to amaze a professional magician...
Those seeking attention had done to abuse,
Others who are still innocent with precise deception.
To depict anyone they chose to choose,
As an enemy to successfully accuse.
'How can people like them,
Be defended?
Where does a defense begin...
When their actions reflect,
All lessons taught we ourselves respect.
Without a complete dissecting...
Of a consciousness in need of a thorough process,
We can no longer neglect.'
And then one day,
Misdeeds backfire to expose evil ways.
Face to mirrored face.
With no explanation they could create.
A self examination...
Has never been raised in any debate.
Isolated hatred has been their fate.
In continued divisions...
They have kept separated.
Yet...
With angst in their minds,
They belabor to define their grief.
Proving that angst aint what it use to be...
To just leave behind so easily.
As denials increase...
To keep reality deluded.
And realities deluded always betray.
'Stop pointing your finger at me.
I have a college degree.
I'm not crazy.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreaming Hereafter
If i ask what would be most profoundest of dream
The answer would be imagining hereafter
The man himself is twice removed from reality
Due to the fallacy created by the charm of non-reality
Which is quite abysmal in taste devoid of scent
Like a scentless flower like a trashy substance in a basket
The buds can only bloom where where there is reality with meaning
Which is not the copy of copy to decode its meaning
That world is unimaginable with its frugality
And the fact is actually a factual reality
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Don't Even Volunteer to Treat
When people use others,
Then make attempts...
To have those 'doing' appear as fools,
They show themselves for who they are.
And eventually their campaigns,
To depict someone else as crazy and strange...
Will have their own abilities questioned.
And those impressions they once made disregarded.
The moral of this story is...
It is best to select from a menu,
That which is most delicious.
And pay for it out of your own pocket.
Don't even volunteer to treat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Hope To Revive Its Glittering Glow
Take and keep your faith placed high,
On your agenda that is prioritized.
It is the only thing you will come to treasure,
As having tremendous value...
When everything else you saved and praised,
Loses its effectiveness...
In diminishing measures.
When that which was prized,
You now come to realize was not true to you.
But was kept to impress,
Others' eyes...
Who themselves are witnessed now,
To cry and sigh because they've been denied...
The keeping of their pretentions polished with a gloss.
One that has lost its influence meant to keep you teased.
Something people like these only lived to breathe.
And today find themselves,
Suffocating and pleading on their knees.
The same people who faked reality!
That same reality now exposed as worthless.
But having many making attempts to resuscitate,
Its vanishing purpose.
With a hope to revive its glittering glow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Manifesto [ORIGINAL & REVISED]
[REVISED]
Okay – I admit romance does not exist, at least
not in this quaint veracity which claims it has a
place somewhere but rarely ever here
I shall not cry about discovery of circumstance
that fact is non-existent in romance – reality a
chance one does not really have to see
Anyone can prove it lives eternally in dreams, a
never dying sustenance of many Worlds beliefs
with energies too dominant to ever die
If fantasy alive and well then I admit against my
better judgement I’ve been hurt; but add in haste
it does not matter since it truly breathes
In Worlds as infinite or parallel, I do not need the
proof of our reality – a mere perchance of it as
probability enough - the vastness of infinity
allows for every choice and dream or hope and
expectation to exist – I do not need accord to see
romance, or merely mention the ideal -
of fantasy, hopes, & dreams to make it true for me,
I shall avoid reality, live in dreams encompassing
imaginings I’ve always gladly had or harboured to
excess; therefore your attitude, and lack of feeling
means a blank to me; cannot kill the vision I shall
cherish from now on until eternity arrives…
[ORIGINAL]
Okay, I admit, romance does not exist – at least not
in this reality; but the fact that we can dream about
romance is proof it does exist somewhere
I shall not cry about my loss – discovering that
romance is non-existent – reality is only a mirage,
one parallel world amongst many – I do not need
Anyone to prove that romance lives on in our dreams,
nothing can kill it; no negative word, no pain, no dis-
illusionment, can kill the many worlds theory
Where fantasy is alive and well - I admit, against my
better judgement, I have been hurt; but hasten to add
it does not matter since romance is alive and well
In infinite parallel worlds - I do not need proof in our
little world of intersubjective reality – mere possibility
is probability enough - the vastness of infinity
Allows for every choice, dream, hope and expectation
to exist – I do not need you or anybody else to agree
to feel romance; merely mentioning the ideal -
- fantasy, hope and dream - makes it true for me, I shall
leave reality and live within a dream encompassing
every thought, hope and ideal
I have ever harboured; your attitude and being, your lack
of feeling, means nothing to me; cannot kill the vision
I cherish unto eternity…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Truthified
It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a tremendous part,
Of our ever growing bout with reality!
People would believe anything
They were told.
A cure for anything
Would be sold on TV.
Accountability?
It wouldn't exist at all!
Disrespect would be accepted.
A diminished mindset...
With a decreased quality of life,
Would prevail!
And lies?
Well...
It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a huge part
Of reality!
There seems to be an overflow of it!
And you know what 'they' say...
About having too much of a good thing?
It just seems 'too' good to be true!
We've been 'truthified'.
And even denial has achieved glouting status!
'Are you being sarcastic? '
Who me?
NEVER!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depict This Different
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Thaw the cold you hold in your heart.
Depict this different.
And don't let a freezing,
In you start.
Depict it!
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
With purpose and a reason.
Appreciate each season,
With a new breath to breathe.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
Pleased as a breeze.
Depict it.
Give your troubles up.
Depict it.
And be free.
Depict it.
Don't give them any hints,
Your mind's at ease.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is An Inclusive Experience
The best way to inform those uniformed...
Is not to conform to an accepted normalcy.
In time there will be no need to debate,
Those feelings perceived about reality.
Truth brings along with it,
An interpretation needing few to describe its presence.
Somehow it is felt...
Without a single word spoken.
Nor is it known to dispense...
Displays of envy given with disdain.
It is an inclusive experience without question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Shoe Lace
It goes over and under
Still you barely ever wonder
Just how it may tie your shoes
Without them your shoes may die
You can say it do not matter
The fact of the matter
Is that they may be little and small
But they keep your shoes together after all
The lace is a luxury to society
And never get a hint of reality
When stuff hits the fan
And they aren't there for you to stand
on
Off goes one shoe
Now another
That makes two
So just think what will you do
If your laces weren't in your shoes
poem by Murasaki Kitsune
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Developing Their Defensive Team
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Few people would ask,
What it was they've done.
And why they were chosen to become,
'Willing' victims.
I use to take sides with people who cried.
Those who confide in me with their version,
Of reality.
But most folks are just not that honest,
When developing their defensive team.
Only to eventually find themselves quarantined.
Truth has a way to reveal,
What from others is intentionally meant to go unseen.
Or heard from one who attempts to another to demean.
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Why?
Because they are bona fide liars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need Of a Deep Cleansing
What is not working,
Has long passed the hour...
Of needing to be fixed.
Whether acknowledging this from a pulpit.
Or soliciting self righteous views...
Through politics,
It makes no difference.
What is not working,
Has long passed the hour...
Of needing to be fixed.
A lack of maturity has overstayed its visit.
Reality, truth and one's perceived existence,
Are not all on the same page as steps to correct.
So many are confused,
And accustomed to being mentally abused...
They refused to remove the veil from their eyes.
With wishes to delude their lives as has been undenied,
As few attempts are made to free and adjust...
Most minds fixed upon temptations and lust.
What is not working,
Has long passed the hour...
Of needing to be fixed.
With a need to be 'real' with it!
Whether acknowledging this from a pulpit.
Or soliciting self righteous views...
Through politics,
It makes no difference.
We...
Are in need,
Of a soul searching done...
That affects the success a deep cleansing gets!
We...
Are in need,
Of deep cleansing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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