Nonfiction Lit
Nonfiction lit published manuscripts,
Or those fixed to fire up some fiction...
With friction,
May depict some composers of literature...
As mavericks.
Selecting to pick just the right words,
To get their voices heard.
Some choices made take nerve to disturb.
With intention to encourage a thought process.
And some are censored if too much truth is produced.
Since some exposed become offended,
With a wish to reduce a seduction that intends...
To threaten the popularity of delusion,
Kept exclusively controlled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selective Pickings
It is done all the time.
Those selective pickings.
Choices made in one's mind.
And it has to do with preferences.
An acceptance of taste.
Or a thought process that appeases.
And when it comes to what one reads...
A picture painted to please,
Can depict a thousand words.
Especially if a word or two...
May not be what one prefers to have heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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[Censored] OFF
Who the [censored] filters art
Its like claiming perfume is the substance of your [censored] fart
This the [censored] problem with society we don't give a [censored] that people run the show make us look like 7billion clowns all in a pretty row
Gremlins can [censored] us over each day but wish to display our artistic rebellion and feel the shackles of [censored] in action
Stand for this, never will I
I'll make censored seem like the worst [censored] word under the sky
So to the [censored] who censored my write you know I think you'll are [censored] [censored] with little might.
Go [censored] yourselves!
poem by Lindsay Maasdorp
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Beyond that, I seem to be compelled to write science fiction, rather than fantasy or mysteries or some other genre more likely to climb onto bestseller lists even though I enjoy reading a wide variety of literature, both fiction and nonfiction.
quote by Joan D. Vinge
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Depict This Different
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Thaw the cold you hold in your heart.
Depict this different.
And don't let a freezing,
In you start.
Depict it!
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
With purpose and a reason.
Appreciate each season,
With a new breath to breathe.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
Pleased as a breeze.
Depict it.
Give your troubles up.
Depict it.
And be free.
Depict it.
Don't give them any hints,
Your mind's at ease.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A More Specificity
Opps!
It's JUST a movie.
You can't hold all of us accountable,
For one act of 'uncensored' delusion.
We are creatures quick to entertain our beliefs.
'Well...
I suppose you are right.
Now can you explain with a more specificity...
Which of your delusions are 'censored'?
Since 'billions' of people have become offended.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't know what issues concerning identity have helped contemporary fiction evolve to what it is now. All I know is that the range of voices that are being heard and published is a lot more diverse than when I was coming up.
quote by Jessica Hagedorn
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Popularity and Truth
Do you honestly believe,
A truth is spoken to obtain one popularity?
Has grandma ever baked a cake you ate,
To exclaim it delicious...
But thought to hate it later,
Because the taste of it was that good?
And admitting to wanting another slice,
Was too embarrassing to say...
In the presence of others,
Who disliked grandma's directness.
And how that directness was displayed.
Popularity and truth,
Do not normally become a mixture...
One anticipates from a craving to satisfy.
These days people are afraid,
To approach a kitchen or know how hot,
An over can get to experience a staying away from it.
Popularity accompanied by truth,
Rarely gets any votes as a choice people prefer...
With thunderous applause and a cheering heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burdened Is the One Who Knows Truth
Burdened is the one who knows truth.
An isolation occurs,
One has the nerve to adjust to and accept.
With little delusion left to live.
Some would say comments made like this are negative.
Until the onslaught of reality hits them quick.
And there is nothing positive they see in it.
With wishes to blame others to have it fixed.
To return back to a life that is fantasized.
Complete and sugarized.
But teardropping eyes like these...
Are going to clear when the masquerade is over.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Bad' Guy
Selecting to depict one who has achieved,
A doing of activities produced publicly...
As a despicable 'bad' guy to dissect,
And pull apart...
Is a thing done that people do,
When one has proven their obtained experience...
And accomplishments can be of benefit to others.
However...
If not persuaded to be 'used',
A labelling declared to be everything negative...
Than what he is or has given,
Will become the topic to diffuse...
That which has been positively done.
Proving demons will always make attempts,
To have their way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scrutinized
My best was always less
Than I thought that it should be!
I heard the voices and made choices
Critical of me!
Inside it made me realize
More was there to show!
And even though what others saw,
My purpose is to grow!
That might mean taking risks of which
I am always prepared to do...
And doing that is often frightening,
When scrutinized in public view!
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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The reason that fiction is more interesting than any other form of literature, to those who really like to study people, is that in fiction the author can really tell the truth without humiliating himself.
My old English buddy, John Rackham, wrote and told me what made science fiction different from all other kinds of literature - science fiction is written according to the science fiction method.
quote by Frederik Pohl
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Tidings
(Easter 1916)
Censored lies that mimic truth…
Censored truth as pale as fear…
My heart is like a rousing bell -
And but the dead to hear…
My heart is like a mother bird,
Circling ever higher,
And the nest-tree rimmed about
By a forest fire…
My heart is like a lover foiled
By a broken stair -
They are fighting to-night in Sackville Street,
And I am not there!
poem by Lola Ridge
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Examples We Set
There is nothing like an excuse made,
To clarify alibis.
That justify lies made...
To reduce the influence of truth.
And there is nothing like witnessing,
Children being accused...
Of not doing or knowing,
The right things to do...
From those examples we set,
For them to follow.
To then have truth confusely interpreted,
As a 'thing' easily created to have anyone believe...
If we insist upon it.
With conviction and fixed guilt free eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Abstracted To Dance Around
More abstracted to dance around the facts,
Has become an acceptable transaction...
Between those who choose,
Their fixed entitlements as an excuse...
To not abuse delusions held exclusively,
Kept to confuse an implementation of fiction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unmistakably Awake
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
And if one decides not to forgive,
With a memory not to forget.
The misdeed received was not thought of as a gift.
And forgiving actions to forget like this,
Invites a re-occurrence.
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
Deceivers believe their misdeeds can be repeated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Is Simple
Living is simple
It's gravity
Gravity isn't so hard
Living is simple
it's entropy
Entropy, falling apart
I'm falling apart again
Living is simple
And breathing is easy
it's easy to do
Living is simple
And losing is easy
I'm losing my cool
I'm losing my cool again
All will be made well
Will be made well
Will be made well
Will be well
Is this fiction?
Is this fiction?
Hope has given himself to the worst
Is this fiction or divine comedy
Where the last of the last finish first
Living is simple
Living is dying
Your mercy, Your mercy
Is how I believe
Living is dying
I can't understand it
I'm down on my knees
Confessing my needs again
I've had my choices
I've chosen today
I've had my choices
The choices remain
song performed by by Switchfoot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Real Achievements Produced
Real achievements produced,
Are often used as exceptions.
Once they are exposed,
To be correct and effective.
But those who would love,
To reduce those achievements...
Exclaim with deceptions,
One has personal imperfections.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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