Much More Than Just a Visit
Leave the scene,
With beliefs unchanged.
Unaccepting what is seen....
Prematurely!
By those declaring themselves,
With a normality they claim is sane.
And a reality fixed that upsets,
Does not weaken...
By the rejection of it.
Or mundane debates...
Determining if its existence,
Should or should not take place.
Everyone eventually pays,
For the presence of it that goes ignored.
Or the people shunned who persist to live uplifted,
By a higher consciousness...
Making a meaning,
Much more than just a visit.
An arrival comes with a permanence!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seduced to Feed Upon Beliefs
I keep reminding myself...
people are where they are in their minds.
In a comfort that appeases.
And seduced to feed,
Upon beliefs that increases...
A conformity released.
And that conformity 'is' their reality.
Regardless if that mindset has been created,
To control and confine the minds of its own kind!
It is its own creation.
And that...
Once upon a time,
Was a successful process.
One declaring itself 'divine'.
But today...
There is a truth of our existence that prevails.
With a persistence that knocks down false walls!
And people have become confused.
Unaccepting of this action taking place.
Although they pray to 'God'
For an understanding they approve.
Many self righteous have become offended,
By what has been revealed to them.
And faces reflecting their blemishes...
Are rejected.
And they pay the cost,
Not to be recognized outside.
But 'inside' can be found those souls that suffer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magnificent and Glorious
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Its affects are disturbing...
As it processes an effectiveness.
Traumatized will be those,
Holding onto scattering beliefs.
A race to deny its presence among us...
Will greet those with defeat.
Since its dominance is complete!
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.
Nothing that has been set in stone...
Will the dawning of this consciousness,
Allow or condone.
Some will feel alone.
Without empathy to comfort.
We are living in the days of amazing changes.
And those with mindsets aged in greed and disrespect,
Think they will profit by their deceiving misdeeds.
But they will be the ones...
Eventually down on their knees.
Pleading to be freed of their mental disease.
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
And those able to 'see'...
Have already begun this magnificent,
And glorious internal uplifting journey!
Congratulations...
To those who sustained their faith.
And maintained their patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Interruptions
This is the deal:
You will either be trapped in madness...
Or you will be released to express bitterness!
This is your option:
Free yourself immediately,
From delusions of all kinds.
With one objective:
Realize nothing done and accepted,
Did not happen without your acknowledgement!
And if you have any claims of not knowing anything...
#1...your madness personalized will have company.
Know it and try not to outdo your hysterics!
#2...your released bitterness expressed...
Although a little late showing the outraged,
Will subside!
Eventually.
Either way...
You are not going to be alone!
Whatever the experience chosen,
Has been condoned.
Those denials you doubted and put on trial?
Have now become realities flourished.
Encouraged by the nourishing...
Of your acceptance of disbelief!
Those disbeliefs were never fantasized.
They were there but you shifted your eyes aside.
And there is nothing about them now,
That should be misunderstood.
Since you have paid the price...
Determining to keep your beliefs unchanged!
Holding onto a way of life as best as you could!
And everyone,
That you witnessed who kept reality shunned...
And now find themselves purchasing guns,
To protect themselves from an ignorance done...
To themselves and loved ones,
Go down the drain!
With those values and standards,
Historically 'said' to have been maintained!
Contained within pretentions insisted.
And you know they were yours to inflict!
With every rewriting done to it!
However and forevermore...
There is one thing comforting in all of this!
At least you have proven,
Your way to totally self destruct...
Has had no interruptions!
And comes at a time when self obsession,
Has been replaced with self examination!
At the expense...
Of your self indulging wasted existence!
And this, of course...
Your technology and experience,
Has without secret kept endorsed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is No Permanence Given
There is no permanence given to this existence.
Or challenges beset by obstacles on anyone's path,
No matter how difficult the appearance of the task...
One perceives as being unbearable,
That can not with a faith in place remove.
But some may find it easier to whine,
Than to make up their minds to use their faith.
Although some may take the presence,
Of opportunities away.
As if they have been granted divine power,
To affect someone's life they believe can be swayed.
But there is no permanence given to this existence.
Nor does one get a chance to be chosen,
To play God on any given day they select to perform miracles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up On The Beat and Rhythms
Those validating a physicality,
As the utmost reality in their heads.
Are not into conversation.
They are seeking,
The next place to be seen.
Uncomfortable they are,
With themselves.
Or with an invisible presence,
Observing their every move.
Like the sense one gets,
When The Almighty pays...
An unannounced visit.
So...
These people choose,
Not to be alone for too long!
They want to be considered as...
Hip and with it peeps,
Up on the beat and rhythms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Total Upheaval to Fantasized Beliefs
What is going on?
A reality refused existence.
And an overwhelming presence of it,
No longer given the option of being deluded...
By those who excused the inclusion of it.
What is going on?
The blatant attacks on deceit, lies and corruption.
A disruption of the lives of thieves and their alibis.
And an exposure to their incompetent influence.
What is going on?
A total upheaval of fantasized beliefs.
And the creaking sounds of sneaking creeps,
Attempting to leave the scene of their crimes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For No Apparent Reason
Those gifted with selected memories,
Never seem to admit...
Their presence at the scene of misdeeds done.
And yet can express to the minutest detail,
Of what someone else to them has inflicted.
As they were innocently being attacked,
For no apparent reason.
While they did the best they could,
To make attempts to comprehend the sense of it.
And this they wish,
With a re-telling of such events...
As convincingly as possible.
However...
There is just one problem in the doing of this.
There are too many people,
Making claims they had been victimized...
Randomly.
Without having any knowledge of their participation.
And the eyes of those who choose to remain sane,
Do their best to keep at distances invisible...
To the doings of those refusing any hints of reality.
Or the phenomenon of the presence of truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Protective Insignificance Kept
An unevolving complacency sits.
Unresisted.
Without a sign of urgency,
Coming to involve in the igniting of it.
With motivation to move from point A to B.
Eventually inviting a destructiveness to upset.
As those requesting constructive debates,
Become angered because their needs go unaddressed.
Claiming their wholesome values have been ignored.
And a funding to proceed with their priorities has been depleted.
Yet...
A stagnation that comforts,
Identifies and surrounds a protective insignificance kept!
Without a sound made from those,
Who feed upon ideals left aging to rust.
With a daring to be challenged!
But inspired by thoughts of renovation that maintains,
A quality unchanged.
Unaccepting...
That all mindsets are being replaced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed Wishes
Fixed wishes from us begin to drift,
As they currently relate to a life lived...
That is.
In the present to be passed.
Remembered,
As we travel on...
To welcome new experiences.
Fixed wishes to keep in place,
Youthful faces that times ages.
And appearances to remain untouched.
As if seasons come to go,
But do not released from us...
Noticeable physical changes.
Producing within us a sadness that remains.
And we sit with fixed wishes,
Unaccepting that which this is...
A life,
We all have come to live...
Is not in a forever hereafter kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State of Repressive Remission
Values and times change for us all.
Reluctantly.
And perceptions also,
From initial impressions.
Some of our sentiments visited emotionally,
Take on new meaning...
When scenes romanced and remembered,
Have been conditioned to a complete renovation.
Reluctantly.
And our hearts with observation,
Are fixed with an unexpected rejection...
Of a nonacceptance we find difficult to respect.
Yet...
Eventually this is done,
Reluctantly.
And for many a reminiscing continues on.
When scenes romanced and remembered,
Have been conditioned to a complete renovation.
Reluctantly.
And our hearts with observation,
Are fixed with an unexpected rejection...
Of a nonacceptance we find difficult to respect.
Yet...
Eventually this is done,
Reluctantly.
As some make attempts...
To keep the present,
In a state of repressive remission!
Unsuccessfully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Narrow, Shallow and Mundane
Narrow, shallow and mundane.
Many have decided to resist this and split.
And not try to make any sense of it.
A peace of mind obtained,
If it can remain sustained...
Should be valued and claimed.
Along with a name that is not defamed.
To sit and witness a twistedness,
Is not healthy to absorb to maintain in one's brain.
See the narrow, shallow and mundane,
As a motivating factor to quit.
To allow the Sun to lift,
From a drenching rain.
It is possible to live life without conflict.
Separate from those,
Who have made this their reality.
They are in a collective mix.
And fixed...
To being narrow, shallow and mundane.
What more proof does one need of it?
Is there reason to argue this with them?
Is it?
Unless there is an enjoyment received from abusiveness?
Is it?
Along with the name calling that has no shame.
Is this something one should miss?
Is it?
Is something with the others who insanely accept,
In a gleeful derangement set in mindsets to exchange...
That addicting?
Is it?
So much so it can not be forgotten and left to leave,
To rot.
What is the need to feel attached to that?
Why can't these afflictions if not wanted...
Can not be dropped and stopped?
What is it with 'this' that is so hypnotic?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped
You say you don't believe in this.
Or do you believe in that.
You don't believe in a Supreme existence.
Although you do verify your presence as fact.
And in listening to you,
I wonder where your mind is at!
We all live on a planet that is not man made.
And nothing in the Universe,
Relies on you or your point of view.
Without the Sun...
Your life as you know it,
Would not have begun.
And still you disbelieve...
The trees and the complexities,
Allows you to breathe.
And your choice to be here...
Was from your perception to concieve?
You say you don't believe in this.
Or do you believe in that.
You don't believe in a Supreme existence.
Although you do verify your presence as fact.
And in listening to you,
I wonder where your mind is at!
You certainly have been ill informed.
And your own ignorance has kept you trapped.
So your purpose here is accidental?
And you are going to ensure,
You will leave this scene...
As a tragic crime commited as witnessed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words on Conceptual Poetry
no points in making a bridge of connected reality.what is art? A for articiality/authenticity.R for reality/repitation.T for time/truth.this is what art is about.
art of reality and art of proff/witness is atr of conceptual poetics.
proof makes meaning, not meaning making system.
reality makes conceptual poetry, not concept.
What is Normality?
What is Normality?
Does anyone know?
Is it living your life
With people you know
Getting married, having kids
And settling into a home
What is Normaility?
Does anyone care?
Does it really matter
If people stare
What does it matter
If some don't agree
What is Normality?
Nothing is Normal
People have there own ways
People have there pet hates
And favourite days
Noones the same
So what's the point in Normality
Really?
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The World Is a Beautiful Place
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half bad
if it isn't you
Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen
and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to
Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician
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Fictitiousness
A creation to celebrate holidays,
To worship in praise a fictitiousness...
Symbolized with images raised.
Is immediately given focused attention.
With a giving of days to emulate a cherished pride
However...
Heated debates to end disparaties,
And hatred on a daily basis...
Affecting people with such atrocities,
Are not prioritized as a humanistic need...
To end them with an immediacy that is eminent.
But an animation of talking rodents,
Doing their best to survive...
Will not leave a dry eye to eventually cry as if,
A touching of an emotion...
Has come to affect their consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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