Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.
And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!
And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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True Truth Can Not Be Bartered
Have we been too wise,
In the closing of our eyes...
To walk away from situations,
As if those realities...
For us did not exist.
And today with too much reality,
Staring all of us in the face...
We wish to keep most of it edited.
For fear that truth for what it is,
And reluctantly accepted...
Has a way of blocking out deceit,
But welcomes denial to pamper as a pet.
Leaving those shadowed by conformity,
To realize true truth can not be bartered.
Or left to anger those putting away their tap shoes.
The ones no longer choosing to be fools,
For the sake of keeping stereotypical images active.
True truth can not be bartered.
Or be bothered by the pondering of it,
That come for some to sit to discuss benefits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Handpick
You have spent most of your adult life
Disregarding advice
To prioritize the enjoyment of your escapades
With critque of those who slowly took steps
That aging gracefully benefits
With a seriousness.
Clinging onto youth betrays
In ways that fade away with quick fads
And today
You have awakened to play a game of catchup
Fast
With many who had been afraid to face realities
And those realities have never allowed anyone
To handpick
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Think Of So Many Other Things
If you have awakened to discover,
Something you now realize has not been true.
Wouldn't that be for you to address?
And not for someone else to undo?
Isn't that 'your' discovery?
Aren't you the one that has been duped?
What do you expect to be revealed?
You believe everything that is told to you?
If you have awakened to discover,
Something you now realize has not been true.
Just think of so many other things,
You have yet come to question but accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Will Come to Know The Effectiveness
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
Denials raised to stay committed,
To defy what is presented
Once truth begins to combat deceit.
Creates a massive turnaround of events,
The telling of lies can not defeat.
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need
A group of experienced archaeologists feeding,
Findings discovered.
In ancient dusted fields.
What is as it is observed,
No longer can deceit conceal.
There 'is' most definitely a reality.
One we all will come to touch, see and feel
As 'thee' truth upon us revealed,
Is unmistaken for its authenticity.
Choose to like it, ignore it or leave it alone.
Many will come to know the effectiveness of it.
And masquerading truth is not condoned.
'How did you know 'that'?
I was private and discreet.'
Truth is not like deceit to be hidden.
And those unaware of that,
Find themselves victims of their own entrapment.
'Where did you study this? '
You are pitiful.
You didn't know that did you?
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Forced to Rush and Turn Away
Today.
There are no roles to play.
None respected in the way they were.
No believable masquerades to convey,
The remotest concepts...
To display an innocence worn to convince,
A possibility lives to consider.
Today.
Anything cheap and easy to get is preferred.
As long as it shines.
To be sold and rhymes with gold.
Nickel plated to glimmer like rhinestone...
Worn and bold,
It is okay!
Today.
The quality of life is attached to that detached,
As far as possible from reality.
Today!
Even pointing out the truth pursued,
Is subject to being ostracized...
From those who want to believe faith and hope,
Are nasty rumors to hush!
Today.
People are forced to rush and turn away from dreams,
If not overnight expressed...
At doorsteps!
Or promised to arrive before noon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With It You May Gain Wisdom
They don't have the honesty to tell you the truth?
I can't believe I am hearing 'you' say this!
When did you become an advocate of truth?
And who or what threatens your perception,
To finally accept it.
And what are you expecting as a benefit?
The repeating of corruption and deceit?
Well...
The process of truth,
Will be proven to be cost effective!
And with it you may gain wisdom.
However...
Believing you will pocket with truth as an asset,
May disappoint a greed you've been accustomed...
To feed with the ease of telling quick lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Of Truth!
Truth of truth is this,
Behind every heart, may be beautiful,
Or not,
There is that great truth,
We awakened from sleep of innocence,
Awakened to dream
Just innocently witness cosmic
play And
Go back into sleep of innocence once again, this happens eternally,
and now and then we awakened into dream and once again go to sleep!
The same recycled energy and matter,
The same innocent child grow and die,
Die only to get recycled some how and somewhere!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Etiquette of Standards (Fiction Unrestricted)
With a romancing done to symbolize,
Idols cast in stone to emphasize...
An hypocrisy that stabilizes their lives!
With an ostracizing actively performed,
On anyone who might criticize.
Truth to them is treated like sin.
And those who speak it become victims.
The etiquette of standards are values embraced.
Although contrived are their lives...
In a plan to devise realities compromised.
And based upon fiction unrestricted.
With a romancing done to symbolize,
Idols cast in stone to emphasize...
An hypocrisy that stabilizes their lives!
And that stability cracks backs with lies!
Upheld and defied by those hiding tears they cry.
And an unstoppable higher consciousness,
Comes knocking to pay visits.
And nothing documented can prevent this one bit.
Truth to them is treated like sin.
And those who speak it become victims.
The etiquette of standards are values embraced.
Although contrived are their lives...
In a plan to devise realities compromised.
And based upon fiction unrestricted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victims In Distress
Truth is being told
And its revelation is considered sick!
People who are not accustomed to it...
Are discovering the truth is causing them fits!
Raised on distorted realities created...
Based on color or the lack thereof!
Placed in divisions to produce criticisms
To have some believe they were chosen from above!
The truth is being told and unfolding before our eyes.
Lies unknown to those never shown...
Has lifted masquerades from disguise!
And even though this is being exposed...
Many continue to live unsurprised!
Since those suppressed by those who oppress,
Weren't in denial
But the victims in distress who had been denied!
Knowing their tracks had been erased by hidden facts!
And providing amusement for those who now are trapped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Praying On Their Knees
The increase of self righteousness,
Shown by those deep in deceptive...
False claims and accusations made,
Is clearly on the surface now.
Hightening tensions amongst those of 'faith'.
But afraid they are.
Proving their faith to be fake!
And from this there is no escape that erases.
And for anyone choosing,
To remain smothered in denial...
With hopes that what is being exposed,
Is a trick to dispose of their fantasies...
Are closer than they realize,
To experiencing truth accompanied by realities.
Leaving the increase,
Of those of self righteous beliefs...
Deep in the thick of deceptive false claims.
And accusations made.
While those praying on their knees,
Hoping truth from them will vanish...
To forever go away and permanently leave,
Should prepare to be traumatized...
For the rest of their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs
The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.
And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Legend Withers
I do not display, but am.
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre
of sorrow and bliss.
Life has not given
me full text of death.
The shadows are larger than reals.
You will not remember me
in endless night.
I am going on a long journey
to find out what is death of a name
the death of a prayer,
and ending of self.
The naked helices of truth are blazing.
Death of a dawn
some thing dies in me.
I don’t grieve.
The frozen pain melts,
legend withers.
The shadow is liberated from image.
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.
poem by Satish Verma
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Seeking The Truth
If you seek truth then your woes are missed,
The beginning of words is at an end;
Shadowy truth beguiles you as you turn
The truth into perishment, only hearing us.
When we accuse others of forenames that hurt
The surname attached is resembling a picture
Inside the body, only you say this.
Long distances the blood travels for your help,
But studies into this reveal your history.
If the truth bargains for you, then listen
To the truth of some who say no lies.
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Increasingly Addicted
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.
And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.
Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.
And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.
Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sold Me Out
I always knew that theyd get me somehow sooner or later,
But with a bullet in the head, a knife in the back,
Not a pocket calculator.
Sorry mister, youre all wiped up,
Youre all washed up,
Sold you out.
Got no dreams, got no ambition,
Cant decide, cause theres no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Cant compete with the competition.
Youre always complaining,
Its so depressing,
But if youre old enough,
Start to confess it.
You say, you sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself,
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth,
Because you sold me out.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself.
You sold me out,
And now its every man for himself.
Work all your life, put the money in the bank,
Sign on the dotted line.
Try to draw it out, the jokes on you,
Put up the empty sign.
Sorry mister, were all sold out.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
You, Im talkin to you.
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself.
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth.
And sell you out,
Like you sold me out.
Are you in so deep, that you cant get out?
Got no dreams, got no ambition,
Cant decide, cause theres no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Cant compete with the competition.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
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This Has Been Their Lives
Choosing to accept things as they are in isolation...
Enhances one's desperation,
To separate in misunderstanding.
When things 'controlled' get out of hand.
It becomes difficult for them to comprehend,
Others more powerful,
Have use misguided power over them.
Choosing to be set in ways,
With lessons taught as lessons to stay.
This stubbornness unresisted decays.
And those who insist,
This self centeredness should persist.
Will discover themselves living deeper in conflict.
As truth and its reality continues to drift away.
Leaving those with values of fading substance...
To become left in darkness.
And feeling much betrayed.
As light shows deceptions they embraced.
More and more they fear!
With no escaping from it near.
Since this has been their lives endeared!
And these standards now fast erasing...
They have kept in place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Poem Is About Agitation
What is this poem about?
And...
What are the poetic devices used?
'Huh?
I remember a timepeople used their minds,
With a thinking process curious enough to research...
For an understanding.
We live in those times when dictionaries are no longer used.
And there are those receiving diplomas and degrees,
From reputable schools...
Who neither can read or write.
But brag about pledging to sororities and fraternities,
And partying day end and all through the night.
What is this poem about?
And the poetic devices used?
This poem is about agitation and another's applied laziness.
It is about those offended when confronted by the truth.
And those who can not prove they have an ounce of intelligence...
Attempting to influence those who do.
Or...
Find they can compete in areas with limited interest,
But discover they can rise to heights...
Based upon the quality of their theft! '
Thank you.
I think I'll just continue using what you have written,
As a basis for my own creations.
'You're kidding?
Really? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concept of Someone's Perception
Hey,
I didn't invent the truth.
So don't accuse me,
Of abusing your realities.
Many have been deluded all their lives.
And that is unfortunate.
I guess to them...
They perceive me as a demon sent!
But I am not the one,
Deceiving them with fantasies.
Nor am I a creditor...
Awaiting payment to sustain,
Their quality of life obtained...
By the best lies they to each other have told!
I like to believe the breath I breathe,
Is not a concept of someone's perception.
Easy to be altered,
When change is the convenience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From The Moment You Awakened
From the moment you awakened,
To face a new day.
As fresh as the leaving,
Of scented morning dew.
It was you who made decisions,
To address as you presented yourself...
With choices you alone made.
From the moment you awakened,
Until you made accusations...
To place blame on someone else,
For that which you alone chose to do...
Is to say to anyone within listening distance,
From the moment you awakened...
To face the day,
You premeditated to find excuses to make.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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