Leaving The People Thoroughly Confused
Remember in times of innocence,
How easy it was to accuse others...
Of being mean and indifferent.
And those who did this,
Had been secretly deceiving...
While receiving and pocketing benefits?
Well...
Today those same people,
With the use of familiar tactics...
Have been accusing those,
Who have chosen to expose them...
Of being dishonest,
By revealing the facts!
With an incorporating of truth,
To attack them with that.
Leaving the people thoroughly confused,
As to why something 'new' should be NOW introduced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Those Who Do Speak The Truth
The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
Very few are open and direct like that.
To leave those dishonest suspicious.
And the ones looking for dirt to uncover,
Of those who do speak the truth...
Find themselves digging deeper holes,
To expose their own deceits and ways they've cheated...
They can not climb out of the mud and slime they've created,
To enable those observing them...
Complaining as they confess of committing their own sins.
Even in the pouring rain people like this smell.
'Excuse me...
What is that you're wearing?
I've notice the people here,
Have picked that as their favorite scent.
What is it? '
~Stench.~
The amazing and wonderful thing about truth,
And its use is this...
Those familiar and accustomed with the telling of it,
Are often the ones disbelieved.
And yet...
Those who are honest with themselves,
Have no problem revealing their own dirt first.
And if you do know anyone who does speak with truth,
Do you ever think of them as being negative?
Many do.
And why is that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dig in
There is no other way.
Once that way has been,
Removed from suspense.
And in one's mind
Begins to deepen,
With a revealing
Pointless to defend!
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught,
And thought.
Would be so easy.
As if just to wish.
All fantasies one would quickly get.
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught
By those.
Live to get rich people.
Who wanted to make it look as if,
Not a finger.
Anyone had to lift!
When something is deserved,
It comes to those who do the work.
Very few people
Get from giving hands,
Clean and clear of a sign of dirt.
People deserving are those who work.
People who struggle,
Are not unaccustomed
Of facing their own troubles.
And often are the ones,
Receiving their 'good luck'
Doubled up without much of a fuss.
There is no other way.
Once that way has been,
Removed from suspense.
And in one's mind
Begins to deepen,
With a revealing
Pointless to defend!
Dig in,
And get those benefits received.
Forget about that which was taught,
And thought
Would be so easy.
As if just to wish
All fantasies one would quickly get.
Dig in.
Be the one to make what it wished,
For you begin to happen.
Dig in!
Useless are those complaints.
No one hears,
Or pretends to listen.
Dig in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cranking Up of Notches
We live in times that reveal the use,
Of lowdown tactics.
Anything mentioned and innuendoed,
Is subject for destruction.
And immediate devastation showing to expose.
Everyone demands their desires be represented.
No one chooses to hear with clarity,
Facts and reason researched.
People are prepared to lurch and attack.
With or without assessing what 'is' or 'is not' true.
Many have been through,
The cranking up of notches.
Many have been accused...
Based on suggestion alone.
But we live in those times that reveal the use,
Of lowdown tactics and other accepted abuses.
Anything to confuse and defame reputable names,
With applied dismemberment...
Is enough for suspicions meant to be sent.
Everyone wants their desires represented.
Few wish today to have their requests resented.
So quick is the anger that is presented,
To dismember and destroy any reflection of joy.
With a cranking up of notches to ensure good deeds are botched
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Just to Show the Kids Today What Innocence Is
Remember those lollipops we liked alot and licked.
I remember licking every bit and saving the sticks.
Remember spending nickels to get five hot rockets.
Sucking those hot balls until the juice dripped from our lips.
Do you remember candy dots on strips of paper...
With every flavor there but chocolate.
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
And...
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
Remember those lollipops we liked alot and licked.
I remember licking every bit and saving the sticks.
Remember spending nickels to get five hot rockets.
Sucking those hot balls until the juice dripped from our lips.
Do you remember candy dots on strips of paper...
With every flavor there but chocolate.
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
And...
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
There were many benefits to being young and innocent.
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
There were many benefits to being young and innocent.
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
Just to show them proof that innocence once lived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truths Introduced Have Come To Stay
It is no longer what 'you' want to accomplish,
That is wished to erase those consequences faced.
Those consequences to be faced,
Are here to stay.
Truths introduced do not fade away.
The picture you view is much broader today.
And the players behind the scene once kept unseen,
Are increasingly getting impatient...
With facts being disguised as temporary discomforts.
Or little 'white' lies unmasked to expose one's innocence,
To unfold!
It is no longer what 'you' want to accomplish,
That is wished to erase those consequences faced.
Those consequences to be faced,
Are here to stay.
Truths introduced do not fade away.
To continue the doing of those same games to be played.
The picture you view is much broader today.
And the players behind the scene once kept unseen,
Are increasingly getting impatient...
With facts being disguised as temporary discomforts.
Or little 'white' lies unmasked to expose one's innocence,
To unfold!
Truths introduced do not fade away.
Not today.
Truths introduced have come to stay...
And,
Enlighten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Mild Mannered
Dichotomous moments of anonymous use,
To accuse certain groups of animal abuse...
Is useless and a foolish waste,
If one is sitting on a rhinoceros...
Trying to disguise it as a hippopotamus.
To avoid a higher tax one has to pay.
And in law chambers they debate...
Whether this is a violation of rights to obey.
As an argument ensues as to why the coffee cups,
Hanging from gold hooks becoming loose.
To leave chips on them producing unwanted dust!
'Yes,
They all are nuts! '
With the cost of living ascending,
And...
Bending backs.
Busting through roofs,
With ignored facts.
Leaving once mild mannered people,
Cussing to seethe.
And...
Ready to attack,
Like mad dogs in a mixed breed pack.
With the cost of living ascending...
And,
Bending backs.
Once mild mannered people,
Have had it...
And,
That's a fact!
They're on a path to attack!
Once mild mannered people,
Have had it...
And,
That's a fact!
They're on a path to attack!
Once mild mannered people,
Have had it...
And,
That's a fact!
They're on a path to attack!
They're on a path to attack!
That's a fact!
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Born To First Recognize Truth
If people were born and conditioned,
To familiarize themselves with the telling of the truth...
Less conflicts would be introduced.
More people would express respect.
Less hospitals would be produced.
And more resources would be shared...
With everyone everywhere experiencing happiness,
Instead of buying into a marketing of despair.
If more people were born to be made aware,
Of their true identities and leaving few to care...
Why some have to lie to hide their insecurities,
To mask a superiority over others.
IF...
People were born not to fear what 'is'.
So much pain today suffered would be reduced.
And none of this 'created' reality would exist,
IF...
People soon after birth were told first about truth.
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Manicured And Stretched Out Hands
A repeating of facts,
Continues to drone on the deaf ears...
Of those not interested,
For what appears to be for them...
Constant badgering delivered with critique.
People have grown accustomed to their laziness.
No matter how constructive the truth,
Many prefer their realities diluted.
And the ones who can present the best arguments,
For reasons to ignore any mention of discomfort...
May gain an attention given to be followed by complaints.
Those familiar with receiving just hugs and kisses,
Are always heard to wish for those times they reminisce.
When offerings of escapades were theirs in abundance.
But today with protests and persistent demands,
Even the basic entitlements once given are slowly fading away.
With or without those manicured and stretched out hands.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like The Rest Of Us
Being introduced,
Is similar to a new flavor tasted.
Everyone flatters.
And on their best of behaviors.
One can tell when familiarity sets in!
People begin to disrupt conversations.
Talk about others disrespectfully.
And think it okay to say what they please.
With a name dropping of those,
They have chosen to pick apart to dislike.
And expose.
Based upon innuendos.
However...
Being introduced,
Is similar to a new flavor tasted.
Everyone flatters.
And on their best of behaviors.
Until the flavor tasted becomes as common,
As taking a cheap shot at someone's expense.
Regardless if they are within listening distance.
'I remember when they first arrived on the scene.
They were so pleasant to have around then.
I liked them!
Now they have become,
Well...'
~Annoying?
Irritating?
Judgemental and opinionated?
Like the rest of us? ~
'No.
I was not going to say that.
I 'was' going to say...
Boring.
Plus...
They have this 'thing' about wanting meangingful conversation.
WHO are these people?
I tried insulting them...
And they just smiled.
How appalling can they get? '
~Well...
I'm open to learning a few lessons myself.
THAT would be refreshing.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kept Just As It Is
Revealing who sits in pits with demons,
Is currently being exposed to those...
Who have accepted being ignored and opposed,
And this has not pleased...
The deceiving teasing done by demons.
With hopes their tactics used attract,
The ones who have chosen not to play tit for tat.
Knowing those who sit with demons...
Would love to do exactly that.
From shadows where they creep with a seeking to attack.
However...
Those who show they know the ones,
Sitting in demon pits to glow...
Aren't disturbed by them one bit.
with a preferring their distance kept just as it is...
Left effective and less reflective of images protected.
Regardless if deeds done they do are not respected.
Since those ignored have accepted and expect...
Those sitting with demons in their nests object.
And will always do their very best to test...
The ones ignoring them from wherever they may emerge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angered That Truth Now Sits
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
The obviousness of it had yet to arrive,
In my environment.
And the mindsets of the people,
Were still locked into blocking...
Anything that dealt with truth.
When it was spoken,
Voices were raised in protest.
Accusations of being negative were mentioned.
People had become sensitive in the protection,
Of their delusions.
With a defending of their ignorance!
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
Today?
People are protesting the fading away,
Of their delusions.
They have begun angered that truth now sits.
Truth has declared it remains to stay!
And not make a temporary visit.
People have become upset with it!
And obsessed with the turning back of a clock.
A clock that has long ran out of time...
For them to find themselves and embrace reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I A Good Man?
I am introduced as a 'good man! '
I suppress my surging laughter!
I and he must both be dishonest!
How dishonest I am is privy to me-
Sweet-layered poison I am!
Countless are my masks-
Get confused when to wear which!
My tongue licks the world
With titanic lies far exceeding waves!
I am a blend of all vices and virtues!
A mixture of all dirt and decorations;
Pleasing fragrances and offensive odours-
A melting cauldron of a variety of emotions;
The mirror threatens me with my own image!
Doubt at times whether I walk
With two or more legs, speak or whine;
I am clear you don't believe what he says-
Yet the wheel of this world
Has no other way to grind!
Yes, I reflect in you
And you in me, is it not?
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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When Truth Was Invited to Enter into Our Lives
Deceit, deception, treason!
When have these factors not been used,
To abuse the lives of others?
And then to accuse those who have been victimized...
As enemies of the people.
This practice has been effectively used,
Throughout history.
But today,
For some reason...
Liars and their tactics are not so highly praised.
No one wishes to associate with them.
Regardless how exorbitant one gets paid.
Are we in the midst of experiencing a miracle?
And these are the days to be with us to witness,
When truth was invited to enter into our lives.
Spooky?
Yes!
But eventful and perhaps habit forming.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Highlights Of My Life
I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
Nor am I the kind to nitpick, fuss or argue to fight.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
Today,
Chasing troubles away takes commitment.
Today,
Having good things to say conflicts.
Today,
People are finding playing games and tricks...
Helps them exist in the chosen fields of 'their' battles.
Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
I did not select a mission to abandon it.
I heard a voice within me familiar.
A voice so strong that called.
I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
I follow a voice within me familiar.
And on my path it is with me day and night.
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Sonnet: Truths and Facts
With time, the truth surfaces to the fore,
Like air-bubbles ascending to the brim
Of liquids, hurriedly when you pour,
To break in turn with noises at the rim.
For truths and facts cannot be hidden long;
They tumble down like skeletons someday!
And make a noise loud like hitting a gong;
‘Truth will triumph some day’- what people say.
How long can you conceal both truths and facts?
They break open the containers someday,
To expose lies and man-made artifacts;
History shows that the world behaves this way.
Who can suppress or hide both facts and truth?
Some day, they erupt like a newer tooth!
poem by John Celes
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Truth!
Truth!
And the people gathered;
To listen to the truth and,
To know the source of it! !
But, who has the truth? !
Yes, the truth;
The Creator (Yahweh Almighty) Has the Truth,
And He gave it to His Son (Yahshua Messiah) !
But now, the truth is with us,
Because, Yahshua gave it to His Chosen Ones;
And today, the truth only comes from the one who represents Yahshua!
And, he is Elder Yisrayl Hawkins;
So, today, we do have the truth around us if only if we are ready to learn.
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As If Waiting To Be Revenged
There is something about being disrespected,
That cements itself in one's mind to stay.
As if waiting to be revenged.
No matter who pretends a forgiveness has been given...
As if one's approval has been voted upon to be accepted.
By those who participated in the disrespecting.
The one disrespected does not forget.
And the culprits aren't quite sure,
If their deeds done have been remembered.
But if anyone has been singled out for mockery...
Well,
The odds they will remember being ridiculed,
Are pretty much one sided.
And those who have been 'stung' by people like this,
Do not awaken as if overnight they are excited and prepared...
To be in the presence of those whose minds have been rehabilitated.
I could care less how many scriptures are quoted.
And the recent donation of their charitable ways.
A conscious attack made upon another.
Is an attack upon another that was made consciously.
Say that any way you please.
If anything,
New tactics have been learned that has sealed one's identity.
And one's dignity maintained is never compromised,
By those wishing to make other people miserable.
And there is nothing like watching people like that,
Do that to themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ingenuous
It is extremely ingenuous,
To make false statements about another.
Behind one's back.
Then to contradict with a love for someone,
Mentioned to ensure the validity of a lie told.
And in some environments that is easy to do.
To guaranteed an empathy given is received.
While another is perceived not to be appreciative.
Oh,
People use all kinds of tactics...
To display themselves innocently victimized.
And they are the main ones...
Doing any kind of victimization done.
Deceiving with sincerity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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