Lethal Avoidance
Don't enforce that upon them...
If believed it doesn't exist.
Slip a little bit,
To those who annoy.
The majority will not accept it!
Hush up this truth!
Make more inducements,
For those who choose deception...
Delightful and legit.
Magnify those in denial.
Promote their fantasies...
As a reality,
To comfort them with.
Who dares to care that a lethal avoidance...
Has been injected,
Into those dosing in unconsciousness.
Those addicted...
To this fix that deludes.
And inflicting,
Until no one can resist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mentally, Physically and Spiritually Sick
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
They choose to disrespect one another.
Then proclaim desires for unity.
Observing them in their places of worship...
You would think heaven was on Earth.
The way they perform, dance and sing.
In praises to their hypocrisies.
And into their communities,
These hypocrisies with them they bring.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Tell them their children create havoc in the schools.
They deny this.
They want better teachers.
Tell them that crime is in their minds.
And they initiate it.
They demand for more police,
To prove you wrong.
Tell them they have no identity,
And despise themselves for who they are.
And they would cuss each other out.
On their way to church.
Pray to God and then quote scriptures.
With a love for God they say they thirst.
Come out of these dens of evil...
To cuss each other out!
Spewing scriptures and devilment,
From both sides of their mouths.
Then call you 'brother' or 'sister'.
As if they are invisible.
And nothing you've seen had played out like this!
Denying what has been observable.
No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.
Anyone exposed to this,
To digested it for what it is...
Know what these folks don't know!
And it is not a multiple choice quiz.
These folks have no idea,
They have psychological problems.
In their heads.
Between their ears!
These folks aren't aware,
They are mentally, physically and spiritually sick!
And anything that has degraded them,
Wouldn't be in their lives...
If they did not choose this to exist!
But no!
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions...
To continue to breathe exactly as is!
As if addicted to self righteousness.
Or...
Strung out on a massive crack attack!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is proof of a base and low mind for one to wish to think with the masses or majority, merely because the majority is the majority. Truth does not change because it is, or is not, believed by a majority of the people.
quote by Giordano Bruno
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Just a Speck Dismissed
I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
I declare it,
Erased!
Heartache.
Homelessness.
And those becoming hollowed,
With nothing to eat on barren plates.
I declare it,
Erased!
Every kind of sadness,
Appearing on anyone's face.
I declare this erased.
And for truth to take its proper place.
Before denial slaughters...
With a divine everlasting affect.
That has grown tired,
Of the foolishness 'IT' can no longer accept!
I declare it,
Erased!
Hatred.
Madness.
And the empty opportunities...
Believed by mentalities like these,
Can stir up by fantasies.
To create and make.
When the Almighty has lost patience.
And can not wait...
For a massive awakening,
To take place.
In the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
Just a speck dismissed...
From the eternal heavens.
It will be just a speck dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking For Romance
I can not say,
My fantasies are yours.
Or portray in roleplay,
Fits of passion...
Quick and not delayed!
I am quite flattered...
It doesn't matter
What I do!
Or how it is done
Whatever I do to you!
But I do care about being used...
And discarded as an experiment,
Thrown away when you are through!
Me?
I like the comfort,
Of discovering something new!
And having it stay around with me a while...
Knowing there's no test or trial to defile in denial!
The purchase that I make...
Will keep a smile on my face!
I'm not a shop hopper,
For fads that fade or fail to keep in style!
I'm looking for romance.
Not a one night fling for a quick bed dance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
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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Poised To Be Teased
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
And...
There are those who who actually,
Prefer and seek to be deceived...
Than to accept anything,
Close to hinting ofm any reality.
And those who were bred,
To have mush for brains...
Will have nothing to do with what truth contains.
Forget introducing a thought process.
Many more accept medications,
To provide their fantasies...
Exclusive access.
Yes.
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Thorough In the Mix
When people accept they've been set up,
And question to what degree?
There is nothing that can be said,
To people like this.
They would not recognize an opportunity,
Sitting in front of them as they resist.
People like this,
Look for answers as to why they exist.
And if praying they say is done they do...
As they pursue limitations too?
Something thorough in the mix,
Has them 'consciously' addicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Avoidance of what 'Is
An avoidance of what 'is'...
Does not make what 'is',
Disappear to go away.
A determined wish to understand,
A what 'is' that exist...
Increases one's awareness.
And an appreciation for an is that 'is',
One learns to accept not to quickly dismiss.
With a customary disregarding of its differences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preferred Distractions
If you have recently discovered,
You have become one of many people...
Who have awakened to ask,
'What is going on? '
And you are dismayed and distraught by it?
Why concern yourself with the facts of life now?
Crawl back into your shell.
Denial hasn't kept you from redecorating.
And those in denial always find a way,
To address their beliefs to keep themselves...
In preferred distractions to attract whatever it is,
They stubbornly keep intact as a reality kept protected.
And who has the right to say,
A reality that affects the lives of everyone...
Is a reality everyone 'should' accept and MUST face?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan CostinaÅŸ
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Cruel Reality
She sits and cries
She knows death will com eventually
But that doesn't make it an easier
When she know someone she loves
Is going to die
The diease is incuriable
He's been going down hill for a while
This she knows
This she sees
He tries to sound happy
But she can tell something's not right
By the sound of his voice
Her father is in denial
Doesn't recognize that Death
Is slowly taking him away
He will leave her soon
Her mother knows how
Bad it really is
All she can do is sit and cry
And try to comfort herself
Her Grandfather is dying
And that is the cruel
Reality of life
poem by Autumn Winds
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Fantasies Oversold When Told
Fantasies oversold when told,
Have a tendency to be difficult to re-tell...
With bits and pieces of truth injected.
A clinching to them begins.
And people become offended...
When storylines being changed,
Affect what they accept...
Has been 'common' sense.
Or different versions of them...
Are suddenly making appearances,
To convince.
Fantasies oversold when told,
Start to crack foundations...
That are molded in isolation.
And divisions of faith,
Begin with to subdivide.
And people are afraid to call fantasies lies.
The marketing of them has been too fantastic.
The ridding of them would be too drastic.
And minds confused will seek higher doses...
Of an assortment of medications once illegal,
Now obtain in beverages that attract children...
Quick to be addict to products with cute names.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inevitable
Even if you don't show up,
To witness it.
Reality will still exist.
Even when you take lunch breaks,
To shop for something to wear...
For the next happy hour.
After getting your hair done...
To attract eyes that stare!
It will be there.
Reality isn't going anywhere!
Reality is not at home,
Watching soap operas.
Or preparing for you,
By taking a warm shower!
Waiting for you to arrive,
To greet you with a welcoming kiss!
Reality isn't wrapped in pretty packages,
To give to you as a gift!
Giving you the opportunity,
To dismiss it...
Because you don't like how it appears!
As it is!
Whether you are thrilled with joy.
Or sobbing in tears!
Reality doesn't care,
If it is or isn't introduced...
To produce either happiness or fear.
It already knows you will meet it,
When you are finished with receiving,
Deception dressed in a cloak that falls!
Leaving you to bite your nails...
Disbelieving the raw details of it all.
And reality will be there when you call.
Stripped naked!
Baring your flaws...
And any remnants of defenseless delusions,
You may care to address!
To initiate debate.
Or contemplate in hesitation...
To give your impression of it!
It is show and tell time!
And this it knows...
Is inevitable!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reputation and Vulgarities
A tongue is meant to be used in all honesty, no matter the reputation if some truth exist in the proclamation.
Vulgarities exist in all languages.
And can be used many ways.
Some are okay I say.
One should not be afraid.
Of opening ones mouth.
Just because some one think what you say is dirty and mean.
Cheap and unclean,
They don't have to listen.
It all about the choice as we use our eyes to eat.
Engulfed in a book full of deceit.
Does that mean it has been compromised.
Put it on the ban list cause in our world that don't exist.
Denial of a reality right in front of you.
I say how could you.
To deny one the right of speech just because you consider it indecent.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Finding Solace
We all have troubled times
when days are full of woe
we need to find solace
but we don't know where to go.
So we look for it in drink
but that can make things worse
some even end up in hospital
looked after by a nurse.
Others find comfort with food
but too much can make you overweight
they say I'll cut back soon
but by then it can be far too late.
A lot look for comfort with Cigarettes
saying it brings solace to their need
but then they can become addicted
to the dangerous dreaded weed.
Many go searching for religion
hoping to find peace along the way
but as soon as things start to go wrong
they give up and don't bother to even pray.
So where can we find comfort and solace?
it's a lot harder to obtain than you think
if it's not in food, drugs, or the church,
and not in Tobacco and the demon drink.
What about if it doesn't even exist?
and solace can't be found anywhere,
we may discover it's all in the mind
and you won't find it as it's not even there!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Addicted To You
I am addicted to you.
So what can I do?
but accept what has happened to me?
You're my personal drug
each time we hug
my body turns out to be
at peace once again and not so uptight,
no shaking, no headache in sight.
I am addicted to you.
The need in me grew
from the very first time that we kissed.
You're my personal high,
the reason why I
know that you are why I exist.
I know that all's well
and there's nothing to fear,
no frightful event will appear.
I don't need a drink,
I don't need a smoke.
These things I will never do.
My needs are not bad.
In fact I am glad
that I am addicted to you.
I
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Collection Sessions
Bring back my fantasies.
You can't take those from me!
I was born to believe in them.
Don't confuse the issue...
By introducing,
A reality that I refuse.
Bring back my fantasies.
Don't remove those concepts...
Or those needs.
I was raised to accept philosophies.
Based on beliefs,
My worth was purchased...
Financed, mortgaged and taxed
With a long term lease.
I was raised to have 'things' and things I wish.
Now I'm told none of this may soon exist?
Is this a joke?
Is there a punchline with it?
If there is I just don't get it!
But I have a degree to do what I please?
All my life,
I've been teased to acquire these!
As a remedy to obtain a life of ease.
And now your saying,
My piece of pie is denied?
And it has 'moments' left before it leaves?
Who put you up to this?
To lie to me?
Bring back my fantasies.
You can't take those from me!
I was born to believe in them.
Don't confuse the issue...
By introducing,
A reality that I refuse.
What will my neighbors think?
If I show nothing that I've gained?
With repossessions I face.
And everything to lose...
Except for my shame!
In collection sessions?
My life wasn't lived for that goal to aim!
Bring back my fantasies.
Why are you torturing only me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Appearance Of Chocolate Frosting
If it was not meant to be intended,
To exist as it is...
Its presence would not be a factor.
Nor would a conditioning to accept it,
For what it was as it has been...
A cause that effects an upsetting.
With attempts made to sweep sludge,
Under a rug to go undetected.
Although the ooze some may wish to ignore,
As an appearance of chocolate frosting.
But those who created it, have regrets.
And expressions that magnify to pester,
Only generate from the ones...
Who know something incorrect,
From them has been done.
And they are doing their best,
To put 'that' shoe that use to fit but has worn...
Out!
On someone else's foot!
To convince of its comfort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Credited Gluttony
Well,
The popularity of tea parties,
Seem to be dipping a little bit.
The reality of what needs to be fixed,
Has more to do with sacrifice.
And sipping on this...
More are admitting,
They had been in denial...
With delusional visions,
They had wish to keep revisited.
But the one who sees what is needed ahead,
Has made attempts to feed responsibility...
To everyone instead.
And since true leadership few had been exposed,
Many believed delusions fed...
Would never cause them to overdose.
Well,
The popularity of tea parties,
Seem to be dipping a little bit.
The reality of what needs to be fixed,
Has more to do with sacrifice.
And sipping on this...
More are admitting,
They had been in denial...
With delusional visions,
They had wish to keep revisited.
And this...
Will no longer appease,
Those caring less about fulfilling fantasies.
The piper plucked,
Now wishes to be paid.
Not in promises...
But in 'bucks'!
To close a widening gap...
That credited gluttony has yet to slow up!
Especially from those,
With opened mouths and swelling guts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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