Mentally Blocked and Forgotten
Mandatory awakenings,
Are eclipsing on the horizon.
Fading fast are thoughts from the past...
And a firm grasp on delusions,
Slip from grips
To be tossed like trash.
Minds are being lifted,
To insights before unknown!
And many will find themselves left behind...
Trying to define their identities,
When enlightenment is all
Those shown will condone!
Leaving concepts no longer existing...
And those resisting feeling quite alone!
Mentally blocked and forgotten.
Roaming the Earth as useless drones.
With no food for thought to share...
Yet providing Vultures an assortment,
Of picked over bones
Once buried deep in despair.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None For Them to Mention
Those who insist in the persistence
Of holding onto ideals no longer existing...
Will and must be left behind.
Their minds have been locked into delusions,
They can not see in these times unbelieving.
But they are to be believed!
And if they aren't?
A darkness upon them will bring them grief!
An enlightenment unfolding they do not seek.
And bleak will be their understanding...
Absent of comprehension!
There will be none for them to mention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paradigm Zone
There's nothing left to be said,
So let's leave it!
A consciousness missing,
Can not be knocked...
Into the head,
Of one whose thought process has stopped,
Been blocked, stiffled or dead!
A waste of time occurs instead!
If a shallowness is groomed...
Room for depthness
Has long been shed.
So even if those wishes are shown,
We must gather those feelings
Inside of us condoned.
And hopefully a thought to think
Will begin to sink
Into others left alone.
Merging are dimensions...
As an intention,
To grasp our attention.
Merging
Merging
Dimensions into one.
This spellbinding parallel
Of that which is unknown...
Merging into one dimension quick.
Breaking down our conditioned concepts...
In a paradigm zone that shifts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Frustrated! ! ! ! ! !
head is blocked with thoughts,
waiting to come out anyway they can,
nothing of what you've thought,
only because it was hiding,
deep inside where nobody get by,
don't need judgement,
that just builds up stress,
i need to release,
everything i have let build,
that has now turned into frustration,
that i no longer have a clue,
on what to do,
because everything i once was,
i can no longer be,
because of life being unfair,
i get so angry at the world,
because of what i can no longer do,
all it has left me with is feeling.....
FRUSTRATED! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Copyright © 2009
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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A Mess Left To Deepen
A mess left to deepen,
By those who now weep...
Yet they swept this mess to lay in the streets.
While shunning away those,
That came to volunteer their services...
For free.
But told the debris,
Had been a figment of imposed negativity.
What was imagined was theirs to condone,
With a turning of their backs...
To expose an ignorance shown.
And what was in sight for all to see,
Was an impossibility to correct...
With a steadfast stubbornness,
Heating up to get more upset.
And what had been mentioned,
Created tensions amongst those offended.
Well...
Offended and left alone to condone their mess,
Has been done.
Leaving those who weep in their sleeplessness,
United with their wishes kept intact.
With nothing to bring them back to their senses.
Since outstanding were the payments...
To keep them smothered in delusions.
And being addicted to delusions is all they've known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left Vacant to Dust Like Useless Property
Minds burned out.
Thoughts displaced.
Those who fell asleep,
Awakened...
To find themselves,
Crawling on their knees.
Not remembering their own names.
OR who it was their pretensions should pleased.
Something happened overnight!
Could this be an infectious new designer disease?
To market after hyping minds to incite.
Something created in a laboratory...
And backfiring in a way,
That accidently misplaces an effective opportunity.
To have those who had once do the suppressing...
Witnessed in a mindlessness,
And left with no thoughts to express.
Is not as surprising as some might expect.
Poisonous minds...
Over time reflect this!
And left vacant to dust like useless property.
Could be the revelation on the horizon,
Those 'meek' of the Earth shall see?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Pleasure Fest Has Crested
The pleasure fest has crested.
Investments concurred,
Has placed us on the verge...
With more nerves on the edge.
Restless and undeserving,
Are those who pledged
Allegiance to chaos and confusion,
Fed.
This pleasure fest has crested quick.
Many have grown tired and sick,
Of promises diminishing.
With dreams discarded into bits...
Leaving behind minds in torned tidbits!
And patience sought begins to cease.
Delusions once embraced,
Are tossed upon the streets.
Where is this democracy working at home?
This pleasure fest has crested quick.
And many unbelieving it...
Are left in disturbing quests.
As they seek to get answers from those exposed,
Showing an obvious melting down of minds
Mentally distressed as they become more opposed!
And unfamiliar are those,
Receiving these reactions...
At their frontdoors freed of welcome mats.
Facing displeasures none condone,
Or found funny to be laughed at!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Bit of Terrificness
A little bit of terrificness...
Came to sit,
In my mind.
Then familiar with drifting...
With a feeling I could not resist!
Coming as it did within me,
To exist.
And helped me rid myself,
Of comfortable useless habits.
Denied but often hidden and felt!
And with this,
My mind has been lifted.
To define the time used now spent...
In a joy found,
That stays and hangs around!
Unconfined from having thoughts
Of seeking addicted stale deceptions brought!
And placed on my path...
From a past unconsciousnessly I sought!
With a little bit of terrificness,
Coming to visit with gifts to assist...
A further uplifting of my sustained happiness!
I have quit attractions 'misfits' teased and picked.
And it feels good from them to split.
Each day I anticipate,
Awaiting to be dazzled!
No longer dazed and frazzled...
With this 'terrificness'
That suits me well!
And propels me to heights that fit!
'Glory be to The Father...
And to the Sun! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hot Topic
Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
Coming fast to arrest upon its visit?
Thoughts are sinking deeper!
That's why there is no quick lip dance.
Your words encourage minds to be enhanced.
And unexpected as that seems...
This hot topic has a meaningful theme!
Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Something profound has landed and grounded,
That's why we sit dumbfounded by it!
It is not about sex or those that are whores.
It's not about conflicts or those existing wars.
It's not about the gossip whispered all over town!
This is about humanity,
And that's why this silence has been found!
We seem to always criticize,
How someone wears their shoes.
How someone does what is done...
And whose blues they choose to further abuse..
We want to hold others accountable,
For what we elect to encounter!
Disliking everything they do that is right...
That keeps us up turning and tossing all night!
Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
And answers aren't there...
At least none on tip of tongues to share.
Why does success of others' happiness,
Leaves so many to despise in despair?
This hot topic has a meaningful theme!
Why can't we support,
Instead of abort others' dreams?
Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
Coming fast to arrest upon its visit?
We must become aware...
The challenges we face,
And who has placed them there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Tongue of One Who Gloats
You can block out every thought I have.
You can seal your consciousness into cement.
You can take every limited vision...
Pack those up to dust from rust.
Or tied them up with trash.
In a tossed out glad bag.
Then...
Sit back satisfied you silenced 'my' voice.
And manipulated my words for those of yours,
By choice.
But I am not the one who has labelled you a fool!
I don't carry thoughts like that in my mind.
Unlike the others behind me...
I don't find this the right time to rejoice.
Nor am I like you...
Either!
When I talk to myself...
I try to keep my private conversations,
Separate.
A lot of truth can be heard...
Slipping off the tongue of one,
Who gloats out loud about what has been done.
And that has been something done by you so well.
You can block out every thought I have.
You can seal your consciousness into cement.
You can take every limited vision...
Pack those up to dust from rust.
Or tied them up with trash.
In a tossed out glad bag.
And still...
What have you accomplished?
Invisibility?
Or a safe way to protect your delusions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tired Of Feeling This Way
The intruder
In the background
On the edge
The fringe of the group
A disposable pawn
No would care if you lost
The 5th wheel
The one left without a partner
If I left no one would care
If I was gone no one would worry
Fading to the back
Thrown away
Once useless
Always the one forgotten
Drifting from person to person
Not finding the perfect fit
Unimportant
With no one
I'm tired of feeling this way
Feeling utterly lost
Not a single person to talk to
Or share anything with
And you're the one
Who makes me feel this way
When your'er gone I'm happy
Because you take up too much attention
And I never get anything from
OUR friends
I love you but
I'm tired of feeling this way
poem by Autumn Winds
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In The Midst Of This
There seems to be a duality switch,
As an evolution progresses.
Leaving all that lives...
In the midst of this as if part of a quiz!
Everything upon the Earth is going through a change.
And people are conflicted,
As to what will remain untouched.
And what will stay to become restricted.
Fast on a pace is the past phasing out.
With understandings being rearranged...
While minds thought to be conscious,
Are being tossed about.
Those unaccepting of what is going on today...
Find themselves with no defense,
To control or comprehend...
The totality of disarray.
There seems to be a duality switch,
As an evolution progresses.
Leaving all that lives...
In the midst of this as if part of a quiz!
Although it really isn't,
For those who are observant...
And witnessing it with the acknowledgement,
We are all born from birth to develop to transform.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surrounds and Magnifies
If life itself is not poetic...
With bewildering twists,
Adorned with abstract expressions
Worn to adapt
As one who is seen
Wearing an assortment of hats!
Then for some...
Who believe they have power
To censor and shun
What grows and blooms under the Sun...
Stunt their own growth,
With diminishing opportunities to expand
Limited minds already confined!
No matter who decides to live through it...
With eyes and ears closed.
Left to breathe in suffocating boxes.
Choosing to experience what 'is' unexposed.
They will always be 'outfoxed'...
By that which surrounds and magnifies.
An obnoxiousness encouraging misfits...
The ones who sit on standards that have drifted.
And eventually mentally blocked,
As life continues to thrive,
Without the narrow minds of those...
Withered in a time no one wishes to revive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can't See (Useless)
We were both cast forth from the same pale hand
And we both moved freely in the shadowlands
And we both were sculpted by the same cold wind
And we both had armor that was made of tin
And I tried to find you, but it's useless
And I tried to speak, but it was useless
And I felt so bad and I didn't know why
And it didn't get better as time went by
I was there for you, but you turned away
And I tried to find you, but you turned away
And I tried to find you, but it's useless
And I tried to speak, but was useless
And I tried to find you, but it's useless
And you're so close, but I can't see you
And you're right there, but I can't see you
And I feel so dumb and I didn't know what to do
You were right there but I can't see you
And I realize that it's useless
And I want to fight, but it's useless
And I know you're there, but it's useless
And you're everywhere, but it's useless
And I tried to say it, but my tongue got tied
And I tried to say it, but I was numb inside
And I can't see you anymore
And my peace of mind has gone through the door
And I realize that it's useless
And I thought I was right, but it was useless
And I know you're there, but it's useless
And you're everywhere, but it's useless
And I can't see now in front of my nose
And I know you're there, and I know you're close
And you're fading away - now you disappear
And I try to focus, but I can't see clear
And I don't know why I feel this way
And I can't control myself anyway
And I don't know why I feel this way
And I can't control myself anyway
And I feel so bad, but it's useless
And I feel so bad, but it's useless
And I feel so bad, but it's useless
And I can't see... now in front of my face.
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Can't See
We were both cast forth from the same pale hand
And we both moved freely in the shadowlands
And we both were sculpted by the same cold wind
And we both had armor that was made of tin
And i tried to find you, but it's useless
And i tried to speak, but it was useless
And i felt so bad and i didn't know why
And it didn't get better as time went by
I was there for you, but you turned away
And i tried to find you, but you turned away
And i tried to find you, but it's useless
And i tried to speak, but was useless
And i tried to find you, but it's useless
And you're so close, but i can't see you
And you're right there, but i can't see you
And i feel so dumb and i didn't know what to do
You were right there but i can't see you
And i realize that it's useless
And i want to fight, but it's useless
And i know you're there, but it's useless
And you're everywhere, but it's useless
And i tried to say it, but my tongue got tied
And i tried to say it, but i was numb inside
And i can't see you anymore
And my peace of mind has gone through the door
And i realize that it's useless
And i thought i was right, but it was useless
And i know you're there, but it's useless
And you're everywhere, but it's useless
And i can't see now in front of my nose
And i know you're there, and i know you're close
And you're fading away - now you disappear
And i try to focus, but i can't see clear
And i don't know why i feel this way
And i can't control myself anyway
And i don't know why i feel this way
And i can't control myself anyway
And i feel so bad, but it's useless
And i feel so bad, but it's useless
And i feel so bad, but it's useless
And i can't see... now in front of my face.
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Irrational and Radical Are The Changes
Irrational and radical are the changes.
And a leader selected is up to the task.
But many are living with minds locked,
In the past.
They can not grasp the notion of their desires,
No longer existing as reminsced.
Stuck they are in a time warp.
And this for them is unfortunate.
Irrational and radical are the changes.
It is as if Mother Nature is in on it.
It is as if the Earth too is disturbed...
And insists,
Only those priorities on Earth's list exists.
As we feed like ungrateful leeches.
Seeking to destroy,
The naturalness of things.
Irrational and radical are the changes.
As if a blame is trying to find a place,
To legitimize a reason why...
Upheaval is the only choice Mother Nature has made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continued Thoughts of You
These touches known,
And felt!
Did not go buried,
With you when you passed.
Alive with me now,
As I sit alone.
Under these evergreen trees,
Shown.
In those quiet times,
We'd find each other...
To discuss and share,
Our hopes with plans to travel...
To places everywhere.
And we did.
As I still do with you...
Here inside my mind existing.
Glued to this setting viewed!
And unresisting it!
As continued thoughts of you assist,
With my acceptance of this loneliness!
And your always welcomed visits.
It seems as if renewed...
This review of the same things said.
With you near and ever present,
Here inside my head!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unknown
This unknown figure...
This unknown place...
Where am I at anyways?
This unknown feeling that I have,
This unknown pain inside;
I can't run away from.
Unknown heart, Unknown soul,
All unknown and all gone.
Sadden by all of this and all that's left..
Is me with no feeling...
I'm gone and lost and can't find a way out!
I'm an unknown person,
And an unknown girl who can't be seen.
I'm invisible, I'm a nobody,
I'm an unknown figure to people.
I'm gone forever and ever...right?
poem by Jessica Lee
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How Easily Humans Settle In Their Own Despair
How easily humans settle in their own despair,
It's far less work not having to care
For anyone but ourselves.
Like forgotten books on high dusty shelves,
Nothing gets taken from inside.
Within our cloudy minds we hide,
From those who suffer.
As a child clings selfishly onto its mother,
Its only thought is itself.
A bath is more comfortable when used alone,
And so nothing nor no-one is invited into our home.
Life is fragile,
And although we carefully pack and place,
One slip and everything is exposed to space.
How easily humans settle in their own despair,
It's far less dangerous not having to care.
poem by Not Long Left
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Of Non-ness
But at this time...
On these non-days,
When a sense of non-ness is existing.
I try to find in my mind,
A reason and a rhyme...
To define what it is I choose to decline.
And it is at this time,
I'm feeling quite fine.
And those non-days existing,
With a non-ness to grind...
To upset my mind,
I can't allow...
Myself to be twisted in the mix of it!
I once participated in heated debates.
About the absence of the right,
To enjoy the life I've made.
Without feeling I should trade away...
This happiness I feel and have,
I just can't walk away from to see betrayed.
And it is because at this time,
On these non-days...
Whether they come to others to keep and stay,
I wish agitation begin from me to fade.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
And when that non-ness is there to share,
Because at this time I made up my mind to care...
I,
Have chosen peace...
And I've left the scene.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hell Joy
It seems no matter what the situations be at hand
I always try in an awkward attempt to be redeemed
Breathing life into the yet unlived
A beating heart given out to the non-existing
Pictures form grooving as they two make a move
Mind drawn concepts vaguely dreamed
Breeding creations guided by heavily detailed imagination
Asleep among the vast mounds of clouds
Overturned dreams displayed visually became reality
The beings that your seeing erupt in wake
Unscathed from the rapture we all call our conscience
Mindless drones monsters born of pure thought
Forged deep from within what we call the unknown
Free willed villains….
Beings in lack of decentsy unaware of right & wrong
Supposedly soulless is sin a haunted nightmarish vision
…..In which I only wish to put to an end…..
poem by DeWinGeD AnGelicBeinG
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