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It Has Been Earned

What more can be believed,
When only one belief is given.
One can be set free...
When truth is not a perception of life.
But received as an acknowledgement of it.
And that is not a perception...
To be defined by someone's acceptance,
Or rejection of a presence full of light!

One's awakening to the 'self'
Provides all truth defined!
And a peace of mind like that discovered and found,
Is not a debate subjected to confusion or mental conflict.
Awaiting one to be attached and baited.
Scraped over hot coals to be heated.
To fulfill a use...
Until that has been done to deplete.
In a despair that mistreats with deception.

It has been earned!
That peace of mind that comes one finds.
Burning with desire,
That rises one from an entangled mire.
Freed and cleared of such divisions.
Uncompromised by doubt!

One should not invite confusion of any kind.
Not in these times when that is readily available.
Beseech and reach for a higher consciousness,
That pleases.
Share it...
And release someone,
Who feels trapped and shackled...
Attracted to a designed bondage.
Enforced by practiced limitations known!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Frees

Truth frees!
Like a struggle from a cocoon,
To be butterflied!
To soar with beauty,
In Sun drenched skies.

Truth frees!
And that is seen from once closed eyes.
Freed from a consciousness known to exist,
In limitations condoned...
To magnetize those heartaches.
With fears and pains,
Shared to groan and felt to moan.

Truth frees!
A mind disconnected,
From disrespect and neglect.
To reflect upon rejection,
As tests to produce one's best.
With a satisfaction,
That brings one a peace of mind...
Now one can confess,
Brings one more rest.

Truth frees those who can accept,
Those lessons learned.
And on them can self examine,
A success that has progressed...
From low depths to heights now flown!

Truth frees,
A happiness trapped...
In doubts now lived,
Without comparing sorrows.
As if this is a gift to give!

'Are you a christian, democrat?
Independent or conservative?
Are you liberal or right wing?
Are you a socialist, capitalist...
Or a nonconformist?
With misfit mutterings?

Are you a nationalist,
With a patriotic point of view?
Are you racially inclined?
Exactly...
What are you? '

Truth frees!
Like a struggle from a cocoon,
To be butterflied!
To soar with beauty,
In Sun drenched skies.

Truth frees!
And that is seen from once closed eyes.
Freed from a consciousness known to exist,
In limitations condoned...
To magnetize those heartaches.
With fears and pains,
Shared to groan and felt to moan.

Truth frees!

'I see!
You're just another irrational radical.
Attempting to bring attention to yourself.'

Truth frees!

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Laying It On The Line

Laying it on the line.
Time is too precious not to!
At least mine.
Saying it like it is,
And having it be done...
Saves unwelcomed misunderstandings.
And interpretations,
Others are willing to share...
Of what is not there!
But they dare to create and spoil.

Maturity helps one to see things more clearly.
Life becomes more defined.
And wasting time beating around the bush?
Does not cushion the truth at all.
Those delays to say what is on one's mind...
Often finds some kind of betrayal being covered up,
For some reason.
For some purpose...
For someone to bask away in dishonesty.
And today so much of that,
Seems to be the thing to do!
Even when it is obvious...
Someone known is being screwed!

It is best to lay it on the line.
Feelings will be hurt.
People are only accustomed,
To dishing dirt on others and tossing it!
To spread quick.
But winds do shift.
And those who do lay it on the line,
Discover they have peace of mind.
And those who do not...
Often are found surrounded by their own sorrows.
Talking about what tomorrow brings!
Even when deception is all they know to offer.

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See It As It Is

It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination

To maintain one's peace,
It is apparent one must release...
From such mindsets trapped,
Within points of views abused.

See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.

See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.

See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.

See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!

It becomes a foolish proposition,
To debate those pre-conditioned...
Who perceive themselves to be,
Free of critique and self examination

See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.

See it as it is,
And accept the consciousness you own.

See it as it is,
And leave the people like this alone.

See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!

See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!

See it as it is,
Or that peace of mind you had will...
Move on.
Gone!

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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions

If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.

They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.

With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!

These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth and Lies

Is the truth beyond our lies,
Say what you want,
Watch what you say,
For our hidden lies, we must pay.

In the darkness of the night,
In the brightness of the day,
Truth and lies have gone astray.

Does your truth contain a lie?
Black as coal, the midnight sky.
Truth will shine,
It is the light,
To tell the truth,
With a soul so bright.

Is truth defined just in the mind?
In the Prince of Darkenss lies defined.
Love of the truth will scorn the Devil,
Our truth must stay at our highest level.

Of these shortcomings,
Are we aware?
That we speak of lies so unaware!
Every lie turns the truth aside,
Our secret truths, we sometimes hide.

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Choose To Fly

Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pile et Face Bile Effacent - Two Sides of Won Coin

Duality for some seems too restrictive,
two found sees ever three around the bend,
while th[r]ee or four for vision full predictive
slips out of double-bind, Caudine Fork end.

One runs round rings as circumnavigation
leads up the garden path to cul-de-sac
back from the lead to lead weight, one track station
upon examination back to back.

That intellect becomes translucent gem
depends upon perception of the light,
light touch or shifting shadows could condemn
transparency as self-sustained delight.

Peace dreamed has seemed a goal for men to grock,
yet water has been known to spring from rock!

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Some preach to teach, some teach to reach that peace
of mind which grants release from contradictions
which stem from/through those demons which won't cease
from finding ways to channel predelictions.

Thus may one put the question? Motivations
as means to end or end to means become,
where meaning's tied to sole anticipations
for soul realeased, and contradictions dumb.

Set stratum sure itself stems from perception
at one specific witnessed point in time,
Time's fickle sickle acts as interception
to store, shore up, rust, dust, pour rime on rhyme.

See 'soulful sonnets' listed may appear
as much self search as selfless current clear...

[c] Jonathan Robin Sonnets written 28 July 2008 responsum

Author notes
Pile et Face Bile Efface - Two Sides of Won Coin
French: verse translation
heads and tails
upset soon fails

Spontaneous Responsum MK
Maa http: // allpoetry.com/poem/4128661

Light To Light - Space To Space

They call it Brahman, Consciousness pristine
the Self or Being, Essence of I Am
“That” - which, by eye of wisdom, can be seen
when intellect becomes translucent gem

Substratum all-pervading, shore-less sea
all rivers merge in Thee, leave form and name
instead of ring or necklace, gold to see
impermanence renouncing, Truth to claim

Yet mind loves to create duality
and separates the knower - knowledge - known
attached to body-mind-identity
veils Sun by thought-clouds, Vision to postpone

Awakening is freedom from the mind
let water merge with water, Peace to find

poem by Jonathan Robin
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God Created Human Perfection

In the beginning
God created
human perfection
and it was good

but paradise bites
when free choice
involves poison
sharp serpent fangs

of cunning deception
innocence lacks experience
even in the Almighty’s
presence light are we lost

is themed in countless
stories unless God’s precise word
is with wisdom obeyed
in adversity saints saved prayed

all mortal souls fall life short
of the undeserved glory of God
salvation granted is not earned
it is undeserved glory from God

our saving graces these themes
have and will continue to be
written upon countless times
defined in affirmation of God

confusion lies in deceptive values
material gain at any cost opposed
to our creator’s religious principles
stone written right and wrong laws.

Religion and God has defined
guidelines to illuminate truth
morality which time and history
has over ages proven repeatedly

we ignore at our own peril lost
perceive hypocritical humanity
through the divine eyes of God
while still retaining human heart

then wonder woe deceitful man
at immense pain human creation
gives our God marvel at God’s
love in offering grace salvation.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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When Did Truth Become a Perception

When did truth become a perception,
And not an expectation.
When did it become questioned,
And deception an obligation.

People excuse themselves from misdeeds.
And then demand forgiveness,
To continue doing as they please.
While slandering and backstabbing,
Those who are honest and of integrity.

When did truth become a perception,
And not an expectation.
When did it become questioned,
And deception an obligation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Baffles Those Who Believe

I've transcended,
My own perception of greatness.
And what that is,
And means...
To me!

I had attached success,
To 'things' and possessions.
That eventually collected
On them dust specks!

I had danced to receive,
Invitations with congradulations.
Attended by high profile folks.
From various professions...
Who sat around and joked,
About poor people and how they spoke!

I thought happiness came with good credit.
And bank deposits that increased with a breeze.
And to answer my doorbell...
To find impatient celebrities,
Looking just for me!
And having spending sprees carefree...
In exotic places only the wealthy
Could afford to see.
But...
When I achieved a peace of mind!
The kind that found me,
Telling others where they could go...
After kissing my behind!
I knew I had 'arrived'!
I knew something inside of me...
Was very much prepared to shine.
And put aside that drive,
To compete with hypocrisy!

I can only describe that as greatness!
A clarity that sets one free,
And stripped boldly from delusions.
Very few can brag they've got that!
And it comes without a hint of spotlight wished!

I've got that!
Blissfully.
And it baffles those who believe,
I am standing in the wings...
Imaging myself hearing and receiving,
Deafening applause!
When I am not in awe at all.
Not by that ego trapping.

I am more shocked...
I have lost a pair of matching sox!
After laundry I have washed!

I've transcended,
My own perception of greatness.
And what that is,
And means...
To me!
My peace of mind,
I have discovered...
Is my treasure!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Declining Comprehensions

Void of perception...
An introspection,
Some don't understand.

Many are inflicted with mind limits.
With no benefits...
To assist this supply,
That has gotten out of hand.

Face to face with truth,
Is useless without eye contact.
Saying something as fact...
Can not be backed up by heresay!
Yet
It happens
But it shouldn't!
Yet it does and can offer,
Considerations for conflict.
This is the kind of sick that is unaware,
Of it existing.

No one explores a better way.
Than the shutting down of borders,
And the closing of cracked doors!

Leaving everything to be driven,
Down the drain!
With claims of no one listening!
With an opened ear.

And everyone seems to fear,
Not being competitive in displaying more anger!
As we take seditives for this and that,
Just to keep ourselves...
Acceptably pretentious.

We do this consciously!
And self-righteously,
Standing in the path of others.
Those who beg for wanting less,
Than they already have!

Void of perception...
And how this rejection,
Stunts our very growth!

No matter who has been taught,
To pass judgements...
Based on declining comprehensions!
Every scene of this memoir,
In this age of reversing progress
Withessed,
And written about these times...
Will reveal detail upon detail,
A fast lip flipping delivery given.
A show of classic ignorance paraded,
With dignity and pride attached!
And masses attacked...
For disapproving this movement!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once It Has Been Achieved

There is something to be said,
About being in the company...
Of both children and pets.

There is an honesty untainted,
That children are quick to expose.
And pets,
Like dogs and cats...
Express a loyalty,
No one has to guess...
To whom that affection is directed.

There is something to be said,
About expectations of relationships.
Declaring to settle down with a mate,
Usually involves,
One having patience...
With 'something' that will irritate.

There is also something to be said,
About choosing to be alone...
In one's own peaceful solitude!
One isn't obligated to adjust for another's mood.
Or prove without a question of a doubt,
Where they have been...
When a decision has been made,
To do what one pleases when one goes out!

And one can choose to leave those conflicts visited...
To return to an atmosphere with an opening of a door.
With the use of a key,
To lock out the 'noise' to deeply breathe.
And sighing with relief...
That a peace that is received,
Can be found inside to safely keep!

THAT is all that needs to be said,
When one has discovered...
A peace of mind,
One is grateful and blessed...
To have in one's head!

And a delivery of THAT is a fact one dares,
Or cares to share...
Once it has been achieved!
Believe me.
There are no exaggerations,
With embellishments involved.

THAT is all that needs to be said,
When one has discovered...
A peace of mind,
One is grateful and blessed...
To have in one's head!
Believe me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Untethered

Freed me...
Peace!
Untethered
From boundaries
When the Sun did not visit
When I was amidst those
Carrying cloud clover...
Waiting for rain to support them,
As they searched for darkened shadows
To share discouragements!

Freed me,
Peace it did...
Untethered with life defined.
And enjoyed between downpours,
Of grief
I could not pretend existed any longer!
I was drenched with emotions,
And bitter I stayed wet too long!
Camouflaging my tears,
And blaming it on bad weather!

Freed me...
Peace!
It did.
And I don't do what I did before it came!
I don't stand in the rain and complain!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift

When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!

When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!

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To Be As It Is to Please Those Who Enjoy That

It is what it is!
No matter if one's perception,
Does not reflect
What another should accept.

One who finds comfort...
Whether in chaos or conflict that sits.
If it is what it is,
And those have no problem with it...
Have ceased their explorations.
They express no desire,
To make something else from them...
And for them alone not to fit!

Then one who sees this activity differently,
Has a choice to leave it alone and split.
And in the leaving one discovers,
A peace of mind one takes away...
From that which isn't!
Since others see not.

And that which has been declared as 'is'
Finds its own purpose.
And 'is' to be left alone to be just that!
What it is.
Nothing more will it choose to be.
And choosing to see what is for what it isn't...
Provides no progess at all!
Not for the one seeking fresh...
Instead of familiar stale air which is kept,
As it is left!
To be as it is.
To please those who enjoy that!
Whatever that may be.
That which 'is' that leaves them pleased.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shunned to Slander Those Wholesome

Shunned to slander those wholesome,
They did.
In protection of their standards.
In the hopes they would be long lived.

Good people they ruined...
In belief their quality of life was attacked,
By those who spoke with honesty!
To reveal to them a truth with facts.

Oh...
The people did not like that.
Especially those self righteous.
They vowed to keep their 'ways' intact.
And they campaigned against,
Those who abhorred them.
So those opposing...
Received cold shoulders.

Foolish now they feel.
Those who threw their noses up...
With such exuberant zest,
Thought to appeal.

Although now victims of their own ignorance,
They wish a forgiveness released will heal!
But those who spoke truth,
With a desire to save them...
From uncouth sleuths!

Freed from the wicked!
And choosing not to sacrifice their peace of mind.
Since doing that to retrack a past...
Could not mend a trashing meant to last.

Living in the 'now' with truth...
Had been pursued with others to share.
But too many then had valued their pretensions.
And their eyes now reveal...
A longing to erase their despair.

With a hunger someone approaches.
To offer them empathy.
And excuse their indignities shown!
But who can believe those fed to greed?
Or the depths of their embedded deceit...
Too well dispensed.
And too well known!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling 'Whole' I Do!

To live is to learn and to grow...up!
Here I am at 62 and I tell you this...
My best 'teachers' I disagreed with.
Yes, I did.
Only to realize...
Now I value their assessments,
Of the 'me' I denied existed.

To be 'now' more of that 'me'
They saw I did not see before.
And I am so glad I found myself.
With a patience to put ignored pieces together.

Feeling 'whole' I do.
With self examinations through,
And completed with no tests to tease.
Seeing is believing to testify what is true!

And 'free' with a peace of mind I am.
I can release to leave doubts behind.
Feeling 'whole' I do.
And the experience of it...
I wish others could achieve,
To release themselves from turmoil.
And inner conflict stubbornly held...
With perceptions gone unaddressed.
To face them as they are is best.
This clears the mind of mental stresssss,
Yessss!

And as difficult as a quiz can get...
It is with acceptance,
Challenges can be met with success.
With a removal of those obstacles.
That seem so plentiful,
On paths we walk alone.
Condoning with an acceptance done.
Without confronting them one by one!

If one confesses and leave behind...
The useless time spent in regret!
And turning those obstacles,
Into worthless pebbles to forget!

Oh,
Feeling 'whole' I do.
Choosing to let the 'me' in 'me'
Just 'be'!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free Your Mind

Elevated, I feel elevated
I feel the love inside
I dont want to hide
Communication - is our destination
Be what you wanna be
Let the music set you free (x3)
Life is the key, what you want it to be
Release your mind
Release your mind
Open yourself to the universal truth
Free your mind
Free your mind
I close my eyes and I realise,
Something deep inside
Makes me feel alive
I seek to find, a better state of mind
Im gonna live my life
Im reaching for the sky (x3)
Life is the key, what you want it to be
Release your mind
Release your mind
Open yourself to the universal truth
Free your mind
Free your mind

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The Gemini effect

The Gemini effect
~
The wall of perception built
Separates the soul and mind
Leaving a world of confusion
That the mind doesn’t know
How it feels nor thinks
The duality of personality
Is a madness of sorts
And dreams try to convince
Of the rightful place
In the hearts true wanting
Two spirits, two natures
Trapped within a single vessel
Could put a man on the brink
Or mark him out as brilliant
Little is known or understood
Of those who inherit this place
They are as strange as a stranger
More unto themselves

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Two Zero Twelve

Two zero zero eight.
Truth was served upon the plates.
Some ate it...
And felt fine.
Some wanted to wait,
Until two zero zero nine.

Two zero zero nine.
Digesting truth,
Was now in those minds.
And comprehension,
Many came to find as divine.

Then came two zero ten.
Reality of values came to sink in.
Folks began to sing.
Rejoicing about life!
And what life brings.
Clearly life meant more to them...
Than the collecting of things!
Or proclamations,
Of evilness.
Or the religious teachings of sins!

Two zero eleven!
Could this be heaven?
Here on Earth?
Was going through the conflict of change...
Bringing to everyone,
This total peace that came?

Two zero twelve...
Brought an exchange,
With other worldly beings...
Some looking like elves.
Some appearing much differently...
Like those we perceived,
As looking 'normal'...
Like ourselves!

And all beings came,
From other parts of the Universe...
To rejoice in the acceptance,
Of true diversity!
Like nothing before experienced.
With all achieving a higher consciousness...
In a bliss received,
By all who witness this!
And feeling grateful to be blessed,
With this gift that comes bringing with it...
A peace released.
And minds finally finding rest!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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