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Of a Useless Need For Assumptions Done

Presumptions have reached the junction,
Of a useless need for assumptions done.

It will be clarified as to which way...
Today is heading towards.

All mysteries will become nonexistent.
And those deluded with beliefs...
Fantasized by the applied means of deceit,
Will soon see for themselves...
An agreed upon reality reached.

And...
No one will dispute!
A delivery of an effectiveness,
That shall not be debated...
For purposes to refute.

Since what comes will not elude them!
Or anyone on planet Earth to refuse...
To leave with choices to accept or reject!
Or feel the neglect of being excluded.

The real deal descends upon us all!
With eyes and ears opened.
Mouths shut!
And breaths that are deeply taken.

Truth as it is...
Without hint of manipulation.
Or beliefs some have chosen,
On others to inflict!

This will not be lifted,
From varied religious affliations.

Truth as it is...
Has arrived to be revealed.
And coming to a mindset near you!
To shock and awe...
With lessons,
Of mass introduction!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions

If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.

They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.

With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!

These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Versions of Reality

Varying versions of reality...
Seem to be merging into one tight fit!
Few today have questions,
As to which beliefs are appropriate.

Debated arguments over senselessness,
Are fading quick.

And there is a difference between a reality,
One creates...
And one that exists that some refuse to embrace.
Even when it is staring them in the face.

Folks like these believe deceit,
Is a worthy opponent to confront truth!
With a remarkable way displayed to duck...
Sucker punch or make attempts to avoid it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perceptions Of Reality

Rushing back to get their seats,
After intermission has been announced completed...
Are those happily deluded and deceived.
And entertained with beliefs,
That their perceptions of reality have been validated.
And hushed they become as if in pews listening.

Regardless if performers backstage,
Do the best they can to remember their lines...
Between acts to keep it real,
For the ones who have yet to experience to see...
How such beliefs kept are pieced together,
Only those priviledged have been picked to conceal.

Monologues like speeches are seldom sermons,
Unrehearsed without much practice...
To be remembered to produce the right effect,
That satisfies those with expectations.
Re-enactments practiced capture and attract.
And those who are skilled at this know how to 'act'.

To then have those mesmerized when they leave,
Soliciting to advocate to reveal to others on the street...
What it is they 'too' should accept and believe,
As a reality that has been recently confirmed.
With lessons learned to quote and teach.
As if scriptures few would realize have been re-written.

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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Nothing To Do With Their Active Involvement

A 'knowing' takes observation.
With a growing of a comprehension,
That connects with effectiveness.
Many have chosen to accept this,
As the main ingredient to their happiness.

Those affected by what is observed,
But reject the obvious as cause and reason...
Live in spaces they believe invisible.
With a series or excuses and denials,
From them sent to dispute a truth meant.
And a clarity that has been heaven sent?
Well...
Folks can not perceive in their daily routines,
Truth like this breaks through walls of cement.

There is something that can be said,
About those who try to escape...
From what they dread.
And it is all in their heads...
Cushioned by delusion,
That the appearance of what is...
Isn't for them to be experienced.

Nor Has it 'anything' or nothing at all,
To do with their active involvement.
And as long as they inhibit and reside within it,
Participating...
There is a belief they keep pieces of it concealed.
And 'this' is believed by those with this perception,
They alone have choices
To pick and choose their own realities.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Creator's Tests

A boldness to live escapes them.
Afraid to offend they are.
A fantasized existence is persisted,
And subdues.
A truth eludes their presence.
In an unhappiness they reflect.
Too much of it has confused.
A stubbornness has created their mental illness!
A truth within them is abused.
A deluded frame of mind they protect.
As if this is not revealed and viewed.
And they pray to God to keep their visions.
But what God decides they neglect!
They wish God to listen to them and their desires.
But they give Him no respect.
They choose to keep their eyes closed tight.
Hoping a miracle will come to remove their regret!
They want their insights to be classified as best.
Believing they are The Creator,
Instead of The Creator's tests!
They leech upon the Earth as pests.
And this they can not accept.
But they are.
We all are in this illusion!
This illusion is evolving.
It does not rest!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transfixed With Beliefs Of Entitlements

They had once hated Shakespeare.
Now they grace his depictions of 'royal' dysfunctions...
As if he is revered.
And he is.

Using men dressed as women,
And poking jokes at the pretentious folks.
A banned Shakespeare...
Stayed committed to what he wrote.

Einstein wasn't embraced as a genius at first.
He was too brilliant, too wise.
And his mind was not limited.
It was in the stars and beyond in this Universe.

And 'whomever' it was to discover the Earth,
Was round and not flat...
Shut a lot of stunned mouths,
Beginning to realize that from undenied facts.

And here we are today,
Minds depleted of truth.
Minds easily deceived...
By appearances and deceit.

Keeping those deluded has begun to fade away.
As those transfixed with beliefs of entitlements...
Are realizing their values and standards,
Have been financed by those who had been patient.
Now that patience has made demands for them to pay.

~May we have your undivided attention, please.
Those who believed what was yours to keep...
They have been on loan just like the land you believe you own.
Scratch your heads or scratch your backs!
However you accept what is stated...
Facts are the facts and there is no erasing that.
We...
Collectively,
Are not here to prolong your perceptions of truth.

Feel free to learn everything and anything about us,
As you wish.
We intend to extend our visit with a smooth transition.
And ensure an enduring working relationship.
THAT we guarantee 'and' promise.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Sharp Teeth

Proclaiming religious beliefs,
As a means to unleash evil deeds committed...
Throughout history as that history is perceived to be,
Is...
More a worship steeped in hyped hypocrisy.
And...
With a fine line those have chosen to walk,
Between truth and pretentions that eventually stalk...
Deceivers haunted nightly where they sleep,
As shadows appear to approach with sharp teeth...
Come to bite and leave them bleeding.

'Wake up, wake up you are having a nightmare.'

~But it all seemed so real.
And even 'you' were there.~

Proclaiming religious beliefs,
As a means to unleash evil deeds committed...
Throughout history as that history is perceived to be,
Is...
More a worship steeped in hyped hypocrisy.
And...
With a fine line those have chosen to walk,
Between truth and pretentions that eventually stalk...
Deceivers haunted nightly where they sleep,
As shadows appear to approach with sharp teeth...
Come to bite and leave them bleeding.

'Your arms and your neck...
I suggest you cut your nails,
Before you scratch yourself to death.'

~But...
Those are not scratches.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduction of Truth

They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!

A valued lifestyle for them has ended.
A blocking of delusions,
From them has been suspended.
The 'rumors' of truth has affected their minds.
They wish to pursue a tranquil existence.
And leave the 'presentation'
Of this 'interpretation' of such a rawness...
Behind.

It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
This introduction of truth...
They did not select or choose!

They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!

And afraid they are...
Of what comes next,
To knock on their doors.

So they peek to see...
Even in 'safe' neighborhoods,
They've lost their ability...
To secure a safety with stability.

It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
And they wish for some relief...
That would enhance their fading beliefs.
But none comes and they become stunned!
And left to defend...
In a civil unrest for them that begins!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My view 07

I view the world in wonderment
the daily miracles I see.
Don’t come about by accident
at least that’s how its seems to me.
Considering the evidence
it would appear there is a plan
much greater than the mind of man
The truth is nobody knows for sure.
You’re free to choose what you accept
Childhood beliefs may long endure.
Some you believe and some reject
What I propose is tolerance
give all beliefs an equal chance.

1-Nov-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My view

I view the world in wonderment
the daily miracles I see.
Don’t come about by accident
at least that’s how its seems to me.
Considering the evidence
it would appear there is a plan
much greater than the mind of man
The truth is nobody knows for sure.
You’re free to choose what you accept
Childhood beliefs may long endure.
Some you believe and some reject
What I propose is tolerance
give all beliefs an equal chance.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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One's Beliefs

Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.

Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.

Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.

And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Everything Else They've Accepted

To keep a people fantasized,
Strung out and deluded?
Never point out their shortcomings.
Approve of everything they do.
Including mass murder.
Support their justifications for it.

Gently slip away from them,
Beliefs others find them innocent.
Slowly introduce to them differences...
Between 'fundamental' truths,
And the consequences of deceit.
Show other races on TV defiant.
Connect this to fear and threats.

And then...
Blatantly steal from them.
Corrupt all their foundations.
Rip them off in front of their eyes.
They will deny this is being done to them!
And like everything else they've accepted...
They welcome their own destruction.
However...
This has to be done politically correct!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whose Truth Is Reality?

Whose truth is reality?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.

It is odd how those say they do know God exist.
With bragging rights about their religious affiliations.
But ask one of them,
When was it they stepped out of their way...
Based solely on their faith?

Do you get a look in return that offends?
Or...
Do you get a sermon to hear,
With scriptures quoted...
To make their beliefs understood.
And for some reason...
Their carrying a Bible should make that clear?

And that question you had asked,
Goes unanswered.
As an excuse is made,
To leave from your presence...
As fast as they came.
And under their breath you are called a name.

People are not up to that task.
Disguising 'your' reality...
They prefer to hide,
Behind 'their' masks!

Whose truth is reality?
Really?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?

With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Critical Mass

No confession?
Mental anguish you will possess.
No lessons learned?
The worse for you,
It is going to get.

No relief from your beliefs,
Is going to release you to forget!
A critical mass is upon you now...
Results of it will test.

Your point of view has been subjective.
To feed a greed and hoard.
Your motivation inspired one objective.
And with deceit...
Your own defeat,
Comes with an approval to complete!
And you are the main one...
That will not be ignored.

No confession?
Mental anguish you will possess.
No lessons learned?
The worse for you,
It is going to get.

The pain of it brings much regret!
And you are not alone!
That you can bet!
A collection of waste...
You tasted with acceptance.
And now may bitter your tongue.
But your bitterness inflicted,
Was not welcomed by anyone!

This delivery is just for you...
Without a need for your circumspect.

Disfavor?
Or denials applied,
To attempt rejection!
That which comes leaves nothing left.
All of it...is yours.
All of it,
At your doorstep!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Will Come to Know The Effectiveness

Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.

Denials raised to stay committed,
To defy what is presented
Once truth begins to combat deceit.
Creates a massive turnaround of events,
The telling of lies can not defeat.

Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.

And the evidence of that,
Does not need
A group of experienced archaeologists feeding,
Findings discovered.
In ancient dusted fields.

What is as it is observed,
No longer can deceit conceal.
There 'is' most definitely a reality.
One we all will come to touch, see and feel
As 'thee' truth upon us revealed,
Is unmistaken for its authenticity.

Choose to like it, ignore it or leave it alone.
Many will come to know the effectiveness of it.
And masquerading truth is not condoned.

'How did you know 'that'?
I was private and discreet.'

Truth is not like deceit to be hidden.
And those unaware of that,
Find themselves victims of their own entrapment.

'Where did you study this? '
You are pitiful.
You didn't know that did you?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping Alive Lives Lived to Fantasize

How can someone who claims to have faith,
Be quick to express fear?
I'm not understanding that at all.
Nothing about that makes it clear.
Or someone who has insecurities...
Expressing they choose not to comprehend,
Anything...
That will bring a clarity to them.

I don't understand those at all,
Who deny reality.
To say to others within listening distance...
What they see they can not believe.
But deceit they accept,
Without questioning its existence to reject.
And delude themselves they do...
With a resistance to accept the truth.

And everyone wonders why...
A quality of life,
Continues to ride on a downslide.
While keeping alive lives lived...
With wishes to remain completely fantasized!

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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Concrete As Your Convictions

The truth of the matter is this...
Your beliefs,
Are only as concrete...
As your convictions.

And if you are not,
Maintaining to keep your beliefs...
Thriving to stay alive,
What is it that you are wishing?

With your quick seeking of a hiding done...
To masquerade in hesitation,
Away from everyone.
Hoping someone will motivate your drive.
To falsely state the importance of your life?

Not only are your convictions lies...
Your disguises can be seen,
By those with clear and opened eyes.
It's unfortunate,
Your own are not opened up just as wide.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth About Lying

A lie and the truth are one in the same, both are necessary allow me to explain.
Some say the truth will set you free, but that “some” is no part of me.
My truth in your eyes is blasphemy, the truth being that I even lie to me.
Mistakes are errors left uncorrected, also known as opportunities neglected.
The truth is always the first expected. A lie is born from the truth rejected.
Truth is a word so infected by the mouths of those who so diligently protect it.
The very people who refuse to accept it.
My truth is mine and it changes all of the time, thus I protect it by lying.
Not to myself but to everyone else and never with any bad intentions
Never out of disparity for attention, only to avoid a preconceived misconception

poem by Tessa Hanson
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