No One Would Notice
Suspending fears to be confronted,
On a quarterly basis...
Is a better proposition,
Than a complete overwhelming of truth,
To be done.
If people were bombarded with truth as it is...
Can you imagine the chaos deceivers would face?
It would be like unleashing wild animals,
To roam freely in the streets.
At least doing it in slower doses,
People become more accepting.
And in the doing so,
No one would notice the effect of dishonesty...
Has had on their quality of life.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth And Deception
There is a difference between truth and deception.
Deception can be ignored to eventually go away.
But not too far.
Deceivers like to stick around to recruit.
Truth can not be ignored.
Nor does it hide.
It is often depicted as being evil.
By those who can not face it.
Deceivers worm they way into relationships.
Pretending they are interested,
In other people's business and how it is done.
Only to exaggerate with a demeaning of everyone.
Truth is supportive and show this by being direct.
Rarely truth is found embellishing what it is.
Since truth when accepted,
Stays unchanging and remains effective.
Deceit and those who deceive,
Stand not a chance to remain the same.
It is discovered to be defective.
And when exposed it shows much shame.
And truth when known and exposed by those who know it,
Has nothing to be shamed about.
It is proud to be what it is without having a need,
To whisper secretly from mouth to mouth as deceivers do.
As if to resuscitate to revitalize a fakeness done to prove and use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thats What I Think
Sometimes I think
Things are overwhelming
Sometimes I think
I dont know what Ill do
But I forget the world
And everything around me
Thats what I think
When I think about you
The streets are filled
With too many babies
Black air in a sky of blue
People pass by
No life in their eyes
The concrete jungles
Really going crazy
Sometimes I think
Things are overwhelming...
The rent is due
And the pockets are empty
People ask machines
For the truth
No crystal ball
Can help see it all
But where we gonna find
The dreams to feed the babies
Baby life goes on
Thats what people say
But Im nowhere
If you go away
Id just be looking
For a brighter day
Sometimes I think
Things are overwhelming...
What can I do
Forget about the world
And everything around me
Thats what I think
When I think about you
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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That's What I Think
Sometimes I think
things are overwhelming
sometimes I think
I don't know what I'll do
but I forget the world
and everything around me
that's what I think
when I think about you
The streets are filled
with too many babies
black air in a sky of blue
people pass by
no life in their eyes
the concrete jungle's
really going crazy
Sometimes I think
things are overwhelming...
The rent is due
and the pockets are empty
people ask machines
for the truth
no crystal ball
can help see it all
but where we gonna find
the dreams to feed the babies
Baby life goes on
that's what people say
but I'm nowhere
if you go away
I'd just be looking
for a brighter day
Sometimes I think
things are overwhelming...
what can I do
forget about the world
and everything around me
that's what I think
when I think about you
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper from Twelve Deadly Cyns ...and then some
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Bogus Doses
Your rolling overexposed bogus doses aren't deep.
To keep them away from a 'vision'.
Your rolling overexposed bogus doses aren't deep.
To keep them away from a 'vision'.
Don't leave with a notion to soak,
Your bogus doses will get any info from me.
To keep me away from what's been 'visioned'.
Your rolling overexposed bogus doses aren't deep.
Not deep enough to cloud...
A 'vision'.
Your rolling overexposed bogus doses aren't deep,
To keep them away from the 'vision'.
Whatever that you do,
Has been done and 'thunked! '
With a doing of it in most eyes like a basketball dunked.
Swish, swoosh that's it.
And people who have seen this have a 'vision'.
You can't exchange the truth for a dollar.
Or change its appearance to ensure it fits.
Swish, swoosh that's it.
And people who have seen this have a 'vision'.
And people who have seen this have a 'vision'.
Swish, swoosh that's it.
Swish, swoosh that's it.
And people who have seen this have a 'vision'.
Take your bogus doses.
People who have seen this have a 'vision'.
And to witness focused.
Whatever that you do,
Has been done and 'thunked! '
With a doing of it in most eyes like a basketball dunked.
Swish, swoosh that's it.
Swish, swoosh that's it.
And people who have seen this have a 'vision'.
Now take your bogus doses.
Take your bogus doses.
Now take your bogus doses...
Away, away!
Now take your bogus doses.
Take your bogus doses.
Now take your bogus doses...
Away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fat Fed Leeching People
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is less from them to give!
A me-me-I-I society...
Hooked on feeding greed.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a leaner 'truth'
To soothe their whims.
Fat fed leeching people,
Poisoned to feed.
Don't understand,
Their demands are fading.
Fat fed leeching people,
Have been led to believe...
Deceptions and lies,
Reflect their real lives.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a less 'truth' than that 'truth'...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
UNTIL...
The end!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
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Kensington(through my eyes)
As I look outside my window,
I sigh thinking of what could be,
What should be,
And what is not.
There are drug dealers on the corner,
Stumbling over each other
Trying to make a dishonest living.
Dying over a sale.
Trash on the streets
To compliment the prostitues
Under the EL.
You ask, 'Is this Hell? '
No, for me it's home,
It's people are suffering right now,
Something's got to give,
People here are dying
Just trying to live.
The children roam freely
Among the chaos
Becoming immune to the destruction around them
Becoming used to being lost.
Then I look in my own home,
And I see the same images glorified on my TV
Skeletons in my magazines
Chaos in the news,
If I want change
It has to start with me.
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When It Can Not Be Served As Dessert
When truth becomes a negative aspect,
Of one's reality.
And it solicits unwarranted snide remarks?
Danger is embraced!
Dishonesty becomes apparent...
And blatantly shown upon one's face!
When truth becomes a negative aspect...
Those who know it well and tell it,
Are the ones who become disgraced!
Especially in places,
Where truth has been replaced...
By a sharing of deception,
That chases away facts distorted...
With accepted receptions.
And those demeaned,
For the audacity of crushing lies...
Told by the ones with insecurities to hide,
Are ostracized!
No matter how obvious,
The truth for them does not inside their minds reside!
A diminished quality of life becomes celebrated...
In campaigns of support,
With a rejoicing undenied!
Truth is deserted...
When it can not be served,
As dessert!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fake An Amnesia
When a truth spoken,
Reveals overwhelming opposition...
There 'is' an alternative one can take.
Keep a truth known protected,
Not to be exposed,
In places where delusion is the main event.
And celebrated on a regular basis.
It pays first for one to be observant,
To that which is highly regarded.
No matter what temptations present themselves,
To tease with a going against the grain...
Of what is accepted and cherished as tradition.
When a truth spoken,
Reveals overwhelming opposition...
There 'is' an alternative one can take.
Fake an amnesia!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
People live like a demon
People
Live like a demon
Think of heaven
Use all the means
To fulfill their dreams
Never bother for others
Even if she is their mother
Hate is their quality
They know with clarity
No compassion
Only self devotion
Think with all the might
They are always right
Dishonesty they like
Crookedness
Is their way of life
No respect for humans
Treat them like animals
God doesn’t
Matters to them
Only “me”and “me”
Is within them
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The Truth: : Humour, Inspiration
Tell the truth, are you crazy, the truth is for fools
In my clever world it’s lying which rules
Why opt for something as silly as sincerity
When you can easily choose dishonesty
Then you can tell lies upon lies upon lies
So many out there for you to devise
And believe them yourself, very nearly, why not
You weaved such an interesting, exciting plot
The truth, big deal, the truth is nothing but lies
My truth’s so much better, at least in my eyes
My lies versus the truth, so easy to win
Because I can keep lying ad nauseum
I’ll just spout out a lie, how easy was that
Don’t look for the truth in my kind of chat
You think I’ll be discovered, I’m way too smart
I’ll never say what’s there in my heart
My heart was stunted a long time ago
All this lying stopped any chance it could grow
When you don’t speak from your heart, it’s hard to see
The difference between truth and dishonesty
(Sydney, Australia - 2006)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Many Are The People
I see a tree.
But knowing what it goes through,
On a daily basis to be a tree...
I can't say I know.
Therefore,
A knowing about it...
I can not prove or show.
I see squirrels, birds, cats and dogs,
On a daily basis...
To be what is perceived are animals.
Are they more or less intelligent than you,
Or me?
I can not claim to know this.
None have I met to chat with personally.
And that applies to people.
Many are the people with different ethnicities.
Many are their languages spoken,
And only fluent am I in one of these.
With a labelling by races and religious philosophies.
But can I claim to know them?
Not really. That would be too presumptuous of me.
But there are those who claim to know,
What is unseen.
They claim to know what others do,
Without having them on the scene.
Walk down any street anywhere and hear folks say,
Something about someone else to belittle and demean.
And not know one thing about them but they do it anyway.
Many are the people who would have others believe,
They know everything about someone else...
Including their history.
And these very same people are the reason why,
There is confusion and chaos in other people's lives...
From an ignorance known that shows.
And that fact should be prioritized as an agenda to realize.
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Truth Is Free of Deception
Truth has descended upon us unannounced,
And people are discovering their shallowness.
They are hiding to cover themselves under fresh lies!
Believing they can not be seen!
They do not know they always were.
Since truth is free of deception!
There can be only one truth!
And when the truth sets you free...
Believe it!
It sets you free to see deceivers!
Even encased within steel and walls of concrete,
They can not hide!
Not who they are.
Not from inside!
They run to God not knowing it is HE who reveals them!
Not knowing HE is also SHE...
Of the WE of US He has made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wild Life
The world wild applies to the words you and me.
While take a walk thru an african park one day,
I saw a sign say, the animals have the right of way.
Wild life, whatever happened to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
Were breathing a lot,
A lot of political nonsense in the air.
Youre making it hard for the people who live in there.
Youre moving so fast, but, baby, you know not where.
Wild life, (wild life), whats gonna happen to
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
Youd better stop, theres animals evrywhere,
And man is the top, an animal too,
And, man, you just got to care.
Wild life, whats gonna happen to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
Youre breathing a lot of polical nonsense in the air.
Wild life, (wild life), whats gonna happen to
(whats gonna happen to) (whats gonna happen to)
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
(whats gonna happen to) (whats gonna happen to)
Wild life, what ever happened to?
What ever happened to?
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Truth
I want to know
The truth about me
What people think of me?
Why people hate me
Know their unexpressed
Love for me
Reduce the misery
And agony they live in
People who
Could never muster
Courage and strength
To say the truth on
my face
Kept on cribbing
Behind my back
Silently loving me
From the core of
Their heart
I want me and them
To sleep in peace
Live life in peace
I want to know
The truth about me
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The truth won't set you free
We all try to Sugar coat the truth but you and I know there can't be no juice in a pimple
people will say'The truth will set you free'
see the truth to be a dude and it stares you in the eye, watching you throw heavy loads of lie to its face without a form of grace
Like a man in pain, it's gonna fly into rage,
irritated at this height of disgrace, it could spit one into a cage, letting it rain till water sinks into the liar's brain
'The truth will set you free' yet people say again
The letters still remain unchanged and now I am starting to feel people just use this quote in vain
Not the truth and not the constitution is gonna set us free
look at judges....don't you think they slam the hammer of justice too often
If d truth would set us free then the word jail would have never came
we all can choose to tell the truth but then what will the cops have to investigate
cos whether you confess or you are being confessed, telling the truth, or choosing to lie will partially make your social life die.
The Chaos Caused By Its Absence
This isn't about appealing to conceptual ideals.
Or the chasing of dreams,
Almost close to one's fingertips while one skips joyfully...
Through lush green playing fields scented with mint.
No.
This is not from that script.
This is about awakening each day to appreciate life.
And ridding oneself from the appetite of being uptight,
From Sunrise to Sunset over issues people share.
And for what reason?
To drag around that baggage on one's back?
That's a conceptual ideal.
And regardless of the number of people accepting that,
One does not have to be trapped to conform.
Or adopt it as if a long lost relative,
One feels compelled and obligated...
To invite to stay forever in one's home.
On a one for all; all for one agitating basis.
No.
That too is a conceptual ideal,
For those into stories that bind to keep minds held hostage.
The secret to keeping one's peace of mind,
Is not to be so quick to buy into stolen sob stories told.
People have grown so accustomed to lieing.
It seems from birth people are protected,
Against any evidence of reality.
That is the first concept idealized to keep truth minimized.
And avoided at all cost.
No matter the chaos caused by its absence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Is Good...........sometimes
truth has a face
with many expressions
truth can hurt you in ways you can't imagine
truth can make you happy or sad
depending on the situation you had
truth can kill you or even save you
truth can help you or even break you
what if today your parents decide
to tell you
when you were a baby
you were adopted
after 18 years
your first reaction would be fallin tears
would you have want them to tell you the truth
or would rather for them to continue lying to you............................
(PLEASE COMMENT BECAUSE I WANT YOUR OPINION)
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The non-existent truth
The defined and undefined truth,
Endowed with knowledge or without knowledge,
Sometimes real or unreal,
Certainly including being and non-being,
Accepting that being is true,
Accepting the non-existence of being,
When the absence of existence means the negation of being,
Accepting that truth did not exist,
And it would have been true that it did not exist, at the same time,
Understanding that truth is eternal,
Imagining the idea of a non-existing world,
Before its own existence,
Accepting the universal and immortal truth,
So interchangeable with being,
While the universal never ceases of itself,
Recognizing the truth always existing in an eternal intellect,
While the created truth is not existing,
Understanding the created truth as not existing,
Remaining truth, when the true things have been destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when all true things can be destroyed,
Or remaining truth, when our minds can not see the truth itself,
Truth, being in sense, always as a consequence of its act.
Truth, not being in sense because
The sense does not know the truth it truly judges,
Even it judges truly about things,
The existent and non-existent truth.......
Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
A philosophical poem about truth.(references: The Lankavatara Sutra, Mulamadhyamaka, The Vedanta-Sutras and Spinoza.)
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