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Nothing About This Is Sacred

Building to establish such pious pillars,
On foundations of deception...
Eventually causes them to sink.
Eventually causes them to stink!
With the revealing of concealed evils.

And confessions of digressions.
Affirming corrupted mentalities,
Bleeding beliefs.
In a public meltdown of grieving sorrow.

Justifying the misguiding of dissentions.
That exposes a truth undenied!
Shining with a light,
On those darkened by lies.
All of their lives.

Values and perceptions of them...
Become as hollowed as ceremonial pomp.
With a craze that rages intensely.

And people begin to realize the reeking.
Nothing about this can be kept sacred.
Since nothing about it ever was.
And this is now naked.
Bare and painful.

It was just a depiction,
Of a nonfiction...
To exist and manipulate with persistence.
And difficult to sustain a maintaining,
That drains all of sensibility.

'I am nothing?
And you are comparing this to what? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Forever Wounded

Strength has never survived on the back of lies.
It can pretend well from its beginnings.
However...
It is not comfortable with the ride,
That makes attempts to sustain an honest presence.
Eventually,
It is observed for what it is.
And truth has never been that painful to be revealed!
But lies concealed and discovered...
Seem to leave those who tell them,
The forever wounded!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crowded With Lies

Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.

Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind crowded with lies.

A progressive mindset,
Has been stunted because of this.
Dismissed are those who wish for reality.
And often they are labelled mavericks.
Or something less flattering,
To ensure their influence has no chance to exist.

Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.

Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.

And yet those disillusioned,
Pray on Sunday...
To have their lives fixed.
While listening to sermons,
As to how sins and evil have them bewitched.

Their very lives lived are confused in conflicts.
Although truth for many has become feared,
And resisted.
Observed they are...
Bewildered, bothered and betwixted.

Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.

Billions are spent to fantasize.
And there is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.

And the marketing of fresh lies...
Is a mainstay in most societies,
That has thrived and survived successfully!

But a continuation of a success like this,
Does not sustain its permanence.
Eventually a strain draining the brain prevents it.

People everywhere and everyday,
Reflect their lack of consciousness.
And revealing a 'craze' that has become accepted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unstable and Unfit

When people hide behind deceptions...
As if they are walls of cement.
These are the folks who do not realize...
Their lies have fenced them inside mentalities,
To eventually show themselves as demented.

They do not perceive dishonesty as weak.
As long as they are in the reception...
Of others with similar beliefs.

And when folks like this,
Come to unite together in a collectiveness...
They do not realize their acts develop illnesses.
And they rush to seek perscriptions quick,
From those who benefit...
Handsomely,
By keeping them addicted to such sickness.

In industries that hospitalized them...
With not a chance to confront,
The healing that mends the origins of their afflictions.
If that happened,
None of this would exist!

But there is a need to keep them mentally,
And physically dependent!
Socially unstable.
And psychologically unfit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Implemented Craziness

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

People 'say' they pray for peace!
And as soon as they are 'released'
From their places of worship...
I overhear them passing judgements.
And condoning needless wars.

People 'say' they pray for unity,
And brotherhood.
And in most neighborhoods,
There is conflict of some kind.

People 'say' they pray for racial equality.
As long as they are made to feel superior,
Over others of color.
And they are restricted from a quality of life,
That is diminishing rapidly in quality...
And those 'values' they uphold,
Are materialistic and has devastated the economy!

It seems as though the more I age,
The less I care about those who address pettiness.
And their hollowed professed confessions...
Of having beliefs in God.
And afraid to step out on their faith.
What sense does that make?

It seems as though the more I age,
Those who take offense
To an obvious display of implemented craziness,
Are quicker to defend this mess...
As if it is tradition.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Impatiently Immobiled

One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.

Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.

And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.

Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.

Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.

One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Sweet Day (feat. Mariah Carey)

with Carey Mariah)
Sorry I never told you
All I wanted to say
And now it's too late to hold you
'cause you've flown away
So far away
Never had I imagined
Living without your smile
Feeling and knowing you hear me
It keeps me alive
Alive
Refrain:
And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
Eventually we'll sing in heaven
Darling I never showed you
Assumed you'd always be there
And I took your presence for granted
But I always cared
And I miss the love we shared
And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
Eventually we'll sing in heaven
Although the sun will never shine the same
I'll always look to a brighter day
Lord I know when I lay me down to sleep
You will always listen as I pray
And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
Eventually we'll sing in heaven
Sorry I never told you
All I wanted to say
[email protected]

song performed by by Boyz II Men
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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This Is Not Right

You may as well reveal it,
When the time comes
For it to be revealed.
Concealing misdeeds done,
Wont heal.
And feelings hurt,
Are not going to stop dirt...
Scooped up and thrown,
Overnight!
Especially if someone has been lied upon,
And the one responsible
Has done this out of spite!
To incite and ignite.
Was that you?
This is not right.
And things like this done,
Eventually exposes deception,
In broad daylight.
Leading to further misunderstandings...
With the wrong people left not speaking.
And those not involved,
Cursing each other into fights!
This is not right.
It is better to be direct.
Than to get upset...
By weaving a web of hatred,
And deception...
One will regret!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stronger, Better, Healthier

Every morning I wake I give thanks to the Universal Mind,
Affirming that only good comes to me
I face my day bravely to whatever comes,
Because I know, I am part of humanity in Thee.

That is why I say every morning, that each day
I am stronger, better and healthier
Because eventually my mind understands this
And my life turns according & I became wiser.

Our human brain & body works this way,
What we believe comes to us
Eventually I change according to my belief
The truth will reveal & I stop being what previously I was.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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The Obviousness Of Delusion

Keeping up with appearances,
And striving to sustain a maintaining of an image...
Eventually becomes to be viewed as one's insanity.
Especially during these times,
When those who are clearly out of their minds...
Seem to be the ones more conscious of image.
And not able to embrace the reality of change.
With the obviousness of delusion,
Being stripped away on a daily basis.
To reveal truth and its existence everywhere.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Afraid To Be Revealed

There are those so afraid to be revealed by the truth.
And so afraid they are to come out of hiding.
They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.
To keep their pains and resentments concealed.

Their misdeeds directed have come to affect their minds.
And the years of deceit now have come to surface.
In illnesses they try to numb.
With prescribed drugs to keep them hidden.
But eventually...
Truth shows what they have done!

There are those so afraid to be revealed by the truth.
And so afraid they are to come out of hiding.
They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.
To keep their pains and resentments concealed.

But their agonies...
Keep them from peacefully sleeping.
Their agonies keep them constantly weeping.
With no escape...
From the misdeeds they can not shake!
Or from them go away!
To live lives for them that have been totally fake!

And they may or may not know...
What they've done to others,
Those that were not aware of it...
See it cleary.
Because truth always shows,
What has not before been exposed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embedded In Their Minds

People lie.
Especially to themselves.
Because the act of it,
Makes them feel good they can control...
A truth they can manipulate,
They believe will never be told.

People lie.
And caring less others are aware of it,
When embedded in their minds...
They have created something that does not exist.
And with a planting of misdeeds they watch their lies grow.
Everyone has been exposed to one or two chronic liars.

'Why do you have to be like that? '

Like what?

'Keeping it real.
And making me feel as if I am naked.'

That's what truth does.
It reveals everything.
Even exposing those who believe themselves to be hiding.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Spending Of Their Time

People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.

Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.

No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.

If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!

Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.

People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.

And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.

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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Meltdown

(young - young)
I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day
I look at her libido hey hey hey
I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on the hay
Makin a sweat, temperature rise all through the day
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
Man its getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
I got a feelin in my bones
I been rackin my brains out all night long
Stokin up the fire take it right up to the wire
Burnin on and on burnin on
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
Man its getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Meltdown
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
And hotter and hotter
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
Its a meltdown, gonna burn, its a meltdown
I said burn down
Its a meltdown, meltdown, meltdown
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
2000, j. albert & son, pty.

song performed by by AC-DC
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Protected as Their Best Interest

People divide amongst themselves,
With a choosing of 'sides'.
And those 'sides' subdivide within to begin,
Decisions that are made...
As to who is the one most popular,
To represent their 'sensibilities'.

And those sensibilities are never collectively,
Respected.
And those who become upset,
Begin to protest that their needs are not met.
To eventually try to unify themselves,
In the maintaining to keep their pretentions...
Protected as their best interest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is Inevitable

Accepted or not.
Deceived or manipulated,
To replace it with dishonesty.
Truth.
When it is revealed,
Can no longer be concealed.
Or interpreted for something it is not.

And regretting not to have embraced it,
When that opportunity comes.
To have it faced,
Does not change the integrity of those
Who have known and lived the truth.
When opposition displays its evil.

Although,
Those who have based their lives.
On lies told as they lived,
Are the ones haunted by their misdeeds.
Observed as seen.

Leaving truth shown to be spoken and known,
Eventually winning all battles!
It is inevitable that an evil is chased away.
Once the masquerading of it has been exposed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Sweet Day

Sorry i never told you
All i wanted to say
And now it's too late to hold you
'cause you've flown away
So far away
Never had i imagined
Living without your smile
Feeling and knowing you hear me
It keeps me alive
Alive
And i know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And i know eventually we'll be togetherone sweet day
Darling, i never showed you
Assumed you'd always be there
I took your presence for granted
But i always cared
And i miss the love we shared
And i know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And i know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
Although the sun will never shine the same
I'll always look to a brighter day
Lord i know when i lay me down to sleep
You will always listen as i pray
And i know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And i know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
And i know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And i know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
Sorry i never told you
All i wanted to say

song performed by by Mariah Carey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Until Truth Is Faced

Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.

The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.

The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!

Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.

Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.

'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When, in Actuality...

If one has spent,
A lifetime of feeding upon nonsense...
With an unquestioned defending of it,
Difficult will it be...
To free one from such a mindset,
Of restricted limitations...
That does not afford one,
Eye opening and boundless visions...
Expanding one's consciousness.

Especially,
When there has been an enforcement to label...
Those around one,
As weirdos, misfits and freaks.
The very ones they have been taught to despise,
With a disrespect that is complete.

When,
In actuality...
These are the people who are 'not' in desperate need,
To change their lives.

When,
In actuality...
People like this long ago ostracized,
May have been the ones criticized...
However,
Reality has always been a consciousness for them lived.
And not one attempted to hide.

And today,
Those now found crying with tear duct swollen eyes...
Have too late awakened to realize,
Every known aspect of their lives...
Has been totally based upon manipulation.
And a deception of beliefs...
That has thrived upon platforms of lies and denials.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bleeding In A Pool Of Shame

Some people are prone to condon,
Their distasteful behavior.
To make any claim whatsoever,
With a justifying of their misdeeds.

And this they do,
With a censoring done to others.
With attitudes they will excuse.
As a standard of values,
They monitor to ensure...
Others they choose to suppress,
Keep endeared and respected.

Some people are prone to condon,
Their distasteful behavior.
To make any claim whatsoever,
With a justifying of their misdeeds.
Only to witness their own credibility,
Bleeding in a pool of shame.

No matter what it is that the cruel people do,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
And no matter what the evilness people may choose,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what deceitful people choose what they do.
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what those evil people choose for you,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.

No matter what it is that the cruel people do,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
And no matter what the evilness people may choose,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what deceitful people choose what they do.
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.
No matter what those evil people choose for you,
They'll be bleeding in a pool of shame.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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