It Doesn't Pay To Stay Fantasized
It doesn't pay to stay fantasized with delusions.
It can become very awkward to dismiss the truth,
When one's life is now depending on it...
To piece together something,
That will help them to understand...
How to accept it without embellishment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preferring to Align Yourself With Routine
Remember...
Truth is not what you decide it is.
If you are suffering from the acknowledgement of it...
And can not free yourself from an assortment of beliefs,
There is nothing about truth you will accept.
Even if God answered your prayers...
You would still be in denial.
Preferring to align yourself with routine.
And not a deliverance with concrete meaning.
That would be too much reality!
Wouldn't it?
You could not live without relying upon delusions.
Or an embellishment of your activities.
You've become accustomed to structure,
And dictation.
With a place to hide where you can go lie to yourself.
Concealed in neurotic freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping Alive Lives Lived to Fantasize
How can someone who claims to have faith,
Be quick to express fear?
I'm not understanding that at all.
Nothing about that makes it clear.
Or someone who has insecurities...
Expressing they choose not to comprehend,
Anything...
That will bring a clarity to them.
I don't understand those at all,
Who deny reality.
To say to others within listening distance...
What they see they can not believe.
But deceit they accept,
Without questioning its existence to reject.
And delude themselves they do...
With a resistance to accept the truth.
And everyone wonders why...
A quality of life,
Continues to ride on a downslide.
While keeping alive lives lived...
With wishes to remain completely fantasized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unpleasant
Unpleasant for some,
Is a truth that is spoken.
Unpleasant it may be,
For those fantasized with delusions protected.
Although they hide them from being criticized.
Truth is neither negative or positive.
It exists to be just that.
And those unaccustomed,
To know it for what it is.
Will always deny it a visit.
But it will come to sit...
Regardless who finds it to be unpleasant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reception For Their Exceptions
Attempting to uncover a meaning,
From that which has yet to be expressed...
Can be labelled stressful.
Or pitiful at best.
Some folks can not accept directness.
And for them,
The lights of awareness are dimmmed.
If to flicker at all.
Delusions become fantasized.
And a basis of a rationale...
Has no chance for them to begin.
It is criticized and does not survive.
This mindset has been stalled.
No matter what has been deemed real...
A reception for their exceptions is prioritized.
And that is the life protected and for them is lived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regression Is the Term
Recession?
How about complete retreat,
From telling lies and deception?
Truth?
There is nothing like it!
However...
How is that introduced?
When none of that has ever been exposed!
Who will believe it?
When minds have been overdosed,
And eyes once shown...
Prefer to stay shut and closed!
Recession?
When something has been squeezed,
With nothing else from it to be released?
Regression is the term,
With a valued lesson from it to be learned.
And a life once lived to feed one's greed...
Shall never back to that kind of life
Will one return!
And that has been the diagnosis!
Accept it or not!
Delusions will still remain the choice,
If one should decide on getting a second opinion!
Or a third.
Or perhaps a fourth!
The truth comes without options.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Ability To Avoid Reality
What is happening to our youth today?
A reflection of our ability to avoid reality.
With a taste to keep our delusions and denials,
Fantasized as someone else's responsibility to criticize...
To enable us to be less accountable,
For anything in our lives that identifies with truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drops of It Hitting Shores Everywhere
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
But how can you keep such a stench out of the air?
How can you keep drops of it hitting shores everywhere?
Feed me unfed delusions.
If you believe me to be that unconscious.
Too slick and greasy has been the sleaze.
Even as I observe the deceit,
You wish to keep my mind fantasized.
And me kept fast asleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Committee
Things here do not exist,
Because you have decided them to...
Or not!
Nor are one's feelings felt,
Depending on your approval...
At your finger snap and pop!
Or hands clapped with orders barked!
Somewhere, someone has implanted
Within you a time-released mental injury!
Sustained.
And seduced you,
With life threatening delusions.
Look out your window.
Do it now or later...
That doesn't matter.
But when you do...
See conflict?
Hunger?
Poverty and homelessness?
Perhaps restlessness?
Because of a joblessness...
You and yours infested.
Or invested...
Depending on how that is perceived!
These are the stresses,
Your ancestors have cursed us with!
Nothing in your history has nurtured,
Goodwill at all.
Deception?
Yes!
Do you think for one moment...
Your re-anactments of God,
Sit well with me?
They don't!
And you have yet to learn your lesson!
'That' is part of the equation,
Determining whether or not you survive!
And I am glad I am not on 'that' committee.
I hear they have documented your every move.
Maybe you'll be lucky...
And find them forgiving!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
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Brimming to the Rim In Denial
Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
That can not be erased,
As seen.
No matter who declares,
What 'is' or is not obscene.
Truth is not another version of deceit.
To be interpreted to inspire a life of delusions.
And delusions have never strengthened reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Benefit of Their Neglect
Some folks don't recognize a good thing
Even when they have it!
They will take it for granted.
Thinking it came to them easy...
So more has to be out there for the asking!
Until it becomes understood,
Their intentions to turn what is good...
Into something not so tasty!
They become deluded within themselves.
But delusions are what they are!
Based on fantasy.
And some folks have fantasized themselves,
Right out of the mix!
To secure something or someone that belongs...
It has to be appreciated.
It has to become a respected part of one's life!
When that appreciation goes?
So too a peace of mind one thought came,
And would stay at the benefit of their neglect!
Many do no get this!
And that is why 'that' which was theirs isn't there,
To be shared!
It has gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.
quote by Stephen Roberts
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Options of Deceit
I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.
And what I discovered about truth...
Had me dilute those delusions,
Until I was able to let them go completely.
I did not know truth and honesty...
Were not options of deceit?
Did you?
I believed deceit was used,
To protect those afraid to be too honest.
And I had heard that truth hurts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only You Should Know
Only you should know,
How it goes...
When a day ends.
As the Sunset,
Folds.
Only you should know,
How you feel.
And this doesn't,
Have to show.
You unlock the doors to open.
And close them if you wish.
You decided to accept or not.
With a choosing to dismiss.
Only you should know,
How it goes...
When a day ends.
As the Sunset,
Folds.
Only you should know,
How you feel.
And this doesn't,
Have to show.
Only you should know what it is.
And what you wish dismissed.
With a stopping of a knock-knock.
To keep it blocked.
With a putting of an end to it.
Only you should know what it is.
And what you wish dismissed.
With a stopping of a knock-knock.
To keep it blocked.
With a putting of an end to it.
Only you should know,
How it goes...
When a day ends.
As the Sunset,
Folds.
Only you should know...
When more is wanted.
And what to dismiss.
Only you should know...
When more is wanted.
And what to dismiss.
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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Usually I like to improvise. Sometimes, depending on the nature of the piece, I like to improvise because I think it brings certain freshness and a reality to it, as long as it doesn't go too far out of the box.
quote by Robert Redford
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Purely Metaphysical-Letters to a Consciousness Waiting in Waste Letter X
Suffering made a brief visit in my life early this morning.
Instead of finding you last night I was found by another. She would not compete.
However mistakes had to be made in order for me to grow to the next realisation of truth.
Truth that I love you and no other.
Truth that you live and grow in my heart.
Truth that you are always in my thoughts.
Truth that I must tell you how I feel.
More and more, I grow courageous enough to express my compassion for you.
Truth is to live my life with you, freely and forever.
I will never hurt truth.
I will live and love truth.
I will know, understand and believe truth.
I will do everything I can to let you know truth.
I will not fear truth.
If you reject me, I will still love.
If you accept me, we will become love.
The truth of love
poem by Steve Bergwerff
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Fixed In A Stubbornness
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
Every warning face with messages delivered,
They have ignored.
Every chance to self examine with an honesty,
Has been refused to explore...
The maintaining of wishes they can not dismiss.
They view themselves as having 'character'.
And not suffering from severe defective mental illness.
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
With a blaming of others for their own failures.
And a hope they have to change their leadership,
With a strengthening of their myths...
Will erase their pains they have self inflicted,
As well as relinquish them...
From all aspects of their foolishness to add even more,
Sweetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduction of Truth
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
A valued lifestyle for them has ended.
A blocking of delusions,
From them has been suspended.
The 'rumors' of truth has affected their minds.
They wish to pursue a tranquil existence.
And leave the 'presentation'
Of this 'interpretation' of such a rawness...
Behind.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
This introduction of truth...
They did not select or choose!
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
And afraid they are...
Of what comes next,
To knock on their doors.
So they peek to see...
Even in 'safe' neighborhoods,
They've lost their ability...
To secure a safety with stability.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
And they wish for some relief...
That would enhance their fading beliefs.
But none comes and they become stunned!
And left to defend...
In a civil unrest for them that begins!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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