Novocaine Free
What world have they been living in?
Not to notice the vanishing,
Of their quality of life slowly diminishing.
It's not as if there were not those who said so.
However...
There were those who chose to deny,
They were vicimizing themselves.
By accepting disrespect.
And condoning its appearance...
As the best yet to get.
While making no demands,
By raising a firm hand against this mess.
And suddenly they wish to stop the bleeding?
Suddenly they wish to see their children disciplined.
Suddenly they value the purpose of higher education.
Thinking now becomes a treasure.
And a comprehension is wanted...
By those who now understand,
What the mind can do when it is used.
And now folks choose to move forward...
With beliefs there will be no pain.
And for these folks it will be unfortunate,
For them to experience...
A reality that comes to them,
Novocaine free.
With no numbing of delusions done,
To trade reality for weekend escapades.
What comes is here to stay!
Prickling with truth to aid those awakening...
From their bouts of charaded amnesia.
Recessed with sweetened fantasies!
'1-2-3...
WAKE UP! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suddenly
Orbison/melson
Suddenly, my heart stood still
Suddenly, the sight of you gave me a thrill
Suddenly
Suddenly, i see you everywhere
Suddenly, all at once i seem to care for you
Suddenly
So suddenly i found you
To think you were near all the time
I've often been around you
I don't know how i could have been so blind
Suddenly, my world is new
Suddenly, suddenly there's only you
Suddenly
So suddenly i found you
To think you were near all the time
I've often been around you
I don't know how i could have been so blind
Suddenly, suddenly you're my dream come true
Suddenly, suddenly there's only you
So suddenly
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Selected to Make Decisions
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
Something in their 'awareness'
A common sense has not been taught
From experiences learned.
And these are the folks who provoke without knowing.
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
These are the folks who see an oncoming train.
And stand in the middle of the tracks to ask...
'If I stood here,
Would that train hit me?
And if it did...
Will I get hurt? '
And they have been selected to make decisions,
Based upon their wisdom!
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
Observe situations as they are.
And not how one chooses them to be.
See clearly the obstacles!
And perceive reality...
As being something based upon concepts concrete!
It makes the living of one's life much easier.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What a Difference Reality Makes
What a difference reality makes.
Those who once chased rainbows...
Have suddenly put on the brakes!
The fuel that assisted...
This bustle rushed with hope,
Has stopped many in their tracks...
As they receive the facts,
Of an impending big payback!
With hallucinating dreams...
That begin to clamp them in traps!
So it seems for them to be like that.
What a difference reality makes.
It had been easy to ignore,
The needs of those labelled poor.
Those hungry and homeless,
The greedy chose not to see...
Are now quite vivid reminders,
As eyes of those who chose to close them...
Now view this 'picture' with such clarity!
What a difference reality makes,
When the pain of others...
Descends without an escape.
And all that it took...
Was a look that was forced.
By the confronting of delusions...
On a misguided course introducing remorse.
And those chasing rainbows,
With a goal to hoard all the gold...
Now see themselves,
More foolish than anyone else.
And those they crushed with disrespect...
Walk over them who crawl bawling,
With a pride and dignity they always kept!
What a difference reality makes...
When respect for others,
Reveals a satisfaction...
Shown and brightened,
On a happy face that is not faked!
What a difference it makes...
When those are shakened from a sleep,
That awakes!
And that is the difference 'awakening' takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose to Live Life
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.
Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.
Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.
Choose to live your life.
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.
Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drink A Cup Of Coffee
How suddenly things change,
From those priorities...
We once had given them.
It seems just yesterday,
We all were seeking with beliefs...
There were those more concerned,
About our experiences as human beings.
To only discover,
They were more interested in representing...
A need to continue feeding their own self interests.
With an acknowledgement that all we required,
Was to be entertained appropriately.
And kept from being disturbed by the truth.
How suddenly things change,
From those priorities...
We once had given them.
And today more people seem to be awakening,
To the corrupted shady doings...
A commitment to sleeping had permitted to exist.
'I can not 'BELIEVE' what has been going on! '
~Here...
Drink a cup of coffee! ~
'You know I am trying to stay away from caffeine.'
~You've stay away long enough.
Here...
Drink this stuff up.
And forget about having it sweet and low.
You have been sweetened to your lowest.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Get What's Coming
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
You and I may have grown,
With similar capabilities.
But being conscious of doing anything to me
Seems to have affected your beliefs,
You can do to me and go unscathed.
There is not one inhabitant on or 'of' this Earth,
That does a misdeed to another
That will not 'one day' become victimized,
By what has been done!
You may have had your fun
Believing what you did to have done,
To lie and deceive like many 'choose' to perceive
They also can do,
And not be repaid for those efforts.
There is no hiding away to convince others,
You have no clue why someone else does
What they do to you,
And 'you' are innocently treated
As a culprit who has initiated an action,
That has been mistakened.
What makes you think,
You can play me cheap.
Like a bootlegged DVD,
And get away with it?
Look around you
What part of Earth living the experience,
Is suspended from it
And still exists?
And as part of it
From where I observe with contributions,
I attempt to make to express a thankfulness
I am grounded to grow aware,
Of a 'reality' that escapades are mind made.
And folks like you who declare not to know,
Why others do to you what they do
Will eventually expose yourselves.
Physically, mentally
However Mother Nature chooses to do it to you.
You will get what's coming.
And at a price you can afford.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chubby Mugs
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is endearing!
And to do this and feel entitled?
Clearly mentally and physically,
Handicapped...
Are these folks who do that.
Although those who choose,
To be politcally correct...
May become upset by others expressing,
Their direct assessments.
That seem harsh and openly stated,
With a degree of disrespect.
However,
The ones with their chubby mugs...
Are offensive to the eyes.
As well as to those who are health consciously wise.
If people are adding pounds their bodies don't need,
Who pays for this...
Ultimately?
You and me.
We have to step aside to have these FAT folks,
Accomodated unnecessarily!
And there are already enough excuses made,
To raise and pocket taxes!
A little wide in the rear,
With beliefs that eating anything...
Is something to be endeared?
And to do this and be entitled too?
At 'my' expense?
As if looking like a bloated float,
Is something to prove?
With a diminishing of what I value?
And that is my good sense...
I had to experience with my 'own' ignorance?
I simply do not think so!
Living waddling like this,
Is not the right way to go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Did Youth Go?
When did I stop being a teenager?
When did I stop listening to the radio
from midnight until 2 or 3 a.m. weeknights?
Why was teenage music so empowering?
Why were we so absorbed with the music?
Music which really rocked our wild souls?
Music we danced at local teenage disco too.
Music we drove our parents or first cars too.
Music we drank beer or spirits or partied too.
It seemed we could not live without music.
It seemed we could not meet without music.
It seemed our dreams lived within the beat of music.
Music was part of the fuel which drove our souls.
Music was part of the weekend ever speeding by.
Music was magic drumbeat of hot midnight parties.
Where is the large rocking crowd going?
Where are all the friendly teenagers going?
Where are all those old friends going?
Where where is large trendy rocking crowd going?
Where where are all the friendly teenagers going?
Where where are all those good old friends going?
Suddenly those wild unending party days are over.
Suddenly those exciting unending teenage years are over.
Suddenly those pubs full of our friends are empty.
Suddenly they all suddenly left town.
Suddenly they are all no longer around.
Suddenly they are all in places we don't go.
Suddenly they all suddenly left the old home town.
Suddenly they are all suddenly no longer around.
Suddenly they are all in places we don't know or go.
Where did those teenage years quietly go?
Those teenage friends I used to know?
Where did they all suddenly go?
Where did those teenage years quietly creeping go?
Those lost teenage friends I once upon a time did know?
Where did they all suddenly go exiting a vanishing show?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.
When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.
If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!
And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Acceptance Of What Is Going On
Many today are living lives in desperation.
Few are still clinging onto delusions.
The kind that only an appearance from Santa Claus,
Can forever erase.
The shouting sounds of reality,
Can not chase them away...
From their 'what if' existences.
There is no acceptance of what is going on,
In front of their faces.
And their lack of involvement,
Has invited what it is they deny.
Many today are living lives in desperation.
Few are still clinging onto delusions.
The kind that only an appearance from Santa Claus,
Can forever erase.
Minds are gone!
And there is no where to retrieve them,
From a lost and found!
Minds are gone!
And some folks were never attached to one,
To know what it is they are missing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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'AND...ACTION! '
Sticking to repeated hopes?
To bring a diminishing gloss,
Back to sparkle a reflection...
Of a quality of life lost in retrospection?
An accepting of the dullness has been rejected?
That is expected!
'FOUND SLICED FROM PREVIOUS TAPINGS,
BUT APPROPRIATE FOR THIS SCENE':
A loaf of bread is now more than a dollar.
Price for utilities make folks holler.
Where are those savings for retirement?
'Is that a hand slipping into the piggybank?
Sneaking pennies to help pay rent? '
'CUT...STOP ACTION! '
Please folks calm down.
We know you are frustrated.
But the makeup runs,
With your heated arguments!
'AND...ROLL FILM! '
Do you treat yourself with sweets?
Or are you seeking change,
To buy a couple of aspirin...
For a headache that keeps beating,
Beating.
Beating.
Constantly without end?
Are you finding yourself the next to receive,
A warm smile with a pink slip?
Get over it!
Even someone has to clean the toilets,
At every Disneyland.
And your fantasies and delusions,
Have a flipside you may not like.
You may wish this out of your sight!
Finding that side the one you can not stand!
But...
'AND...CUT! THAT'S a WRAP! '
This is your life!
A view you can trust is without rumor.
Complete with raw footage.
Unedited for maximun affect!
And without instrumentation.
If you wish to have orchestration...
That will be an additional fee!
I also compose!
I'd say this project should be finished in a few years.
We'll let you know.
You folks have been great!
It's okay.
We're done.
You can return back to your pretensions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suddenly life has new meaning to me, there's beauty up above and things we never take notice of, you wake up suddenly you're in love.
quote by Billy Ocean
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Reality Fatalities
Bitter is the truth,
Coming to some to stun.
And in these awakening days now lived...
None of it is partial.
A totalness of it is addressed,
As it relentlessly gives...
Heartbreak and emptiness.
And tempers everywhere,
Are there and flaring.
Truth is not to be dared!
Its affects are bold.
Leaving folks beholding it...
In blank and helpless stares.
Unbridled are horses and other pets.
Showpiece collections...
Being stripped away,
With tears and regrets!
Like the sudden departure of anything,
Or anyone loved...
That leaves behind a grieving,
And much unhappiness that is left.
To feel without an accepting...
Like the ease of a breathing breath.
These reality fatalities,
Meeting a squeezing done.
By a faltering of an economy...
Dwindling from a greed,
Excitedly greeted and once welcomed.
Now gone.
Swept across a land of those who once believed,
Their quality of life was set and sacred.
Untouched but now discovered...
Is a bleeding felt that succeeds.
They can not recover,
From lifestyles lived beyond their means.
When the certainty of truth...
Brings with it a stinging done.
And demeaning with a death,
Of all delusions that have been kept!
These reality fatalities,
Meeting a squeezing done.
By a faltering of an economy...
Dwindling from a greed,
Excitedly greeted and once welcomed.
Like the drifting away of leaves,
From barren trees.
Never to reproduce the joys...
And those temptations that seduced,
A feeding fed that has run out of its 'juice'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Surprise Me Again
Well I remember the day when she said go away
I rearrange my hair
Well I cant take anymore
I bought some natural food
And then I fell on the floor
Well I cant take anymore
I need a change of address
By the way, why cant you smile
She said at first it was great
And in the middle I stayed
But at the end I was sick
I said Ive got to get out quick
Then you suddenly smiled
You took me by surprise
You suddenly smiled
You took me by again
Well I remember the time
Wrapped up nice and cosy
She was washing my hair
Well I was thinking of midnight, falling in love
Watching the rain fall
When we relax Im going to sleep on your chest
And listen to your beats
And lets go to norway, live in rain and snow
And get totally depressed about nothing
At all really hello
Then you suddenly smiled
You took me by surprise
You suddenly smiled
You took me by again
You suddenly smiled
You suddenly smiled, again and again
You cant smile
Then you suddenly smiled
You took me by surprise
You suddenly smiled
You took me by again
You suddenly smiled
You suddenly smiled
You suddenly smiled
You suddenly smiled
You took me by again
song performed by by Haircut 100
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poised To Be Teased
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
And...
There are those who who actually,
Prefer and seek to be deceived...
Than to accept anything,
Close to hinting ofm any reality.
And those who were bred,
To have mush for brains...
Will have nothing to do with what truth contains.
Forget introducing a thought process.
Many more accept medications,
To provide their fantasies...
Exclusive access.
Yes.
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sugar Coating The Wholesomeness Of It
How can anyone look at a tree...
And not notice the leaves on it?
It's done!
How can someone not acknowledge,
A greeting said to them heard?
It's done.
Or the disrespect spoken from the lips of children.
And a total breakdown of discipline!
That too is done!
Truth is there.
Available and free.
Perhaps the reason for it not being sought as much...
Or has the popularity that fantasy and delusion flaunts,
Is its attachment and close association with reality!
And many people use that as an excuse not to deal with it!
And today...
Facing truth and reality,
Is more difficult for many...
Than it is to get a child to eat vegetables.
Without sugar coating the wholesomeness of it!
Making it an accepted game to play.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Would Rather Run and Hide
For eight years,
One man was allowed...
To strip them bare of their principles.
Leaving them naked of values.
And barren of their quality of life.
Now they are fearful,
That a new leader...
Will not understand their standards.
Is not aware of their needs.
And he is the only one mentally stable.
Capable to restore order.
And chose this responsibility,
To clean up the injustices...
Inflicted upon them.
And yet...
They distrust him,
Because he dares to be honest...
Direct and disciplined.
And they are afraid...
He may solicit from them sanity!
He presents a differentness.
And this is not their custom.
Some would rather run and hide...
Than confront reality.
And he scares them with his seriousness,
To have them sacrifice their fantasies.
Even though crooks they have trusted...
Have left them bone dry of treasured beliefs,
And their ideals!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweetened Medications
If being honest and the living of truth,
Was not considered offensive...
By those wishing to protect,
Their prefabricated lives with high-tech weapons...
There would be more people accepting,
Not only truth...
But the reality of their existence,
Without the need for sweetened medications.
Or other false addictions to sustain selfish habits...
To maintain self centered and self righteous beliefs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Real Fiction
There are two kinds of fiction to find…
One in the world and the other in the mind.
When unpleasant things happen for real
With which the real mind is unable to deal,
It creates a world of fiction so it can survive
In order to justify that its unreal beliefs are alive.
These unreal beliefs have a real world all alone
As they deny real facts with data of their own.
Their fiction continues as world events transpire
With interpretation to support beliefs they require.
The world of fiction will collide with the world of real
As its members seek reality, it will lose its appeal.
Unless it dispenses with its delusions of the facts,
It will disappear as it's devoured by the reality it lacks.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Suddenly
Suddenly I see the forest
behind each single tree.
Suddenly I see stars shine.
They're shining just for me.
Suddenly I know just why
they've all come into view.
It's all because I fell in love.
I fell in love with you.
Suddenly I see the rivers
that form from every stream.
Suddenly I see the pictures
so clearly when I dream.
And suddenly I know just why
I'm never feeling blue.
It's all because I fell in love.
I fell in love with you.
Suddenly from out of the blue
it took me by surprise
that all the things I could not see
were right before my eyes.
And suddenly, so suddenly
I opened up and knew
that it happened when I fell in love.
I fell in love with you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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