Offending The Validity Of Truth
When it clearly appears those in denial,
Only choose to hear and see...
What it is they wish and want to believe,
The ones who are wasting their time...
Seem to be those people persistent,
In the underlining of the facts...
On huge and mounted neon signs,
Affixed everywhere to be seen in public.
Offending both the validity of dismissed truth,
As well as the many who claim...
Such activities are mentally abusive.
And affects the demands they present,
To have life lived from their perspective consented.
No matter who opposes the content of their entitlements,
With 'absurd' and outlandish realities they find to be pointless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Manicured And Stretched Out Hands
A repeating of facts,
Continues to drone on the deaf ears...
Of those not interested,
For what appears to be for them...
Constant badgering delivered with critique.
People have grown accustomed to their laziness.
No matter how constructive the truth,
Many prefer their realities diluted.
And the ones who can present the best arguments,
For reasons to ignore any mention of discomfort...
May gain an attention given to be followed by complaints.
Those familiar with receiving just hugs and kisses,
Are always heard to wish for those times they reminisce.
When offerings of escapades were theirs in abundance.
But today with protests and persistent demands,
Even the basic entitlements once given are slowly fading away.
With or without those manicured and stretched out hands.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preferred Distractions
If you have recently discovered,
You have become one of many people...
Who have awakened to ask,
'What is going on? '
And you are dismayed and distraught by it?
Why concern yourself with the facts of life now?
Crawl back into your shell.
Denial hasn't kept you from redecorating.
And those in denial always find a way,
To address their beliefs to keep themselves...
In preferred distractions to attract whatever it is,
They stubbornly keep intact as a reality kept protected.
And who has the right to say,
A reality that affects the lives of everyone...
Is a reality everyone 'should' accept and MUST face?
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Pointless It Is To Back Away
When choosing allies...
One should not do it with the same caution,
As excuses and alibis are done.
Difficult it is to run away from deception,
After advocating to shun someone...
With a joining of those,
Who have also been told to oppose.
Without a making of a conscious decision,
To be prepared to receive repercussions.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
Since many choose to be on the side,
Of what is perceive to be popular and fun.
With nothing that proves a reality comes,
To anyone until it is too late.
Only to leave those with a discovery,
Popularity is seldom on the side of truth!
Especially when people are seduced,
By trickery and foolishness used to attract.
And so many people are just like that.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Resides Not In The World But With God
Insight beyond opinion
facts knowledge true
or false is revealed time
corrective realities
or direct or indirect
revelation from God?
Where is truth?
Truth resides
not in the world
but with God.
Only God knows
ultimate truth
reveals truth
stripping away
plywood mask
multiple layers
thin layers
compressed
glued together
at right angles
are laid layers
stage props
falsehoods
stripped away
world shadows
only time when
as divine God
sees deems fit.
None have absolute
insight into truth
beyond plans
falsehoods
manipulations
of plywood present
world system
of greed of state
government
global manipulation
of facts truth
except when God
reveals such truth
to any omnipotent
omnipresent
omnibenevolent
omniscient God
may choose.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Passionately Irate
In my own acquiescence,
I passively consented...
To those activities,
I could have easily prevented.
I've relied too long on documents,
To uphold my sentiments.
And although no one seems,
To be protecting my interests...
Do I have the right,
To protest in argument?
And why if I should do this...
Will I be regarded as a rebel?
With evil intent!
Should I care,
Since I alone have chosen to speak out...
In my own defense.
With no regard as to who is offended.
Upon realizing I have been misrepresented!
And this I seek to face,
To ensure an embracing of it has ended.
In my own acquiescence,
I passively consented...
To those activities,
I could have easily prevented.
Is it too late...
To save my fate in debate?
Or should I wait impatiently...
Like the others who have become,
Mentally disturbed and passionately irate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Initiative And Effort
Fantasy based realities,
Have eroded the sensibilities of many.
Bittersweet is the taste of the pudding these days.
And defiant are the stances taken,
By those unaccepting that a making of dreams...
Takes initiative and effort.
And those behind the scenes doing this...
Are not wasting time,
Parading around delivering statements.
Time does not permit this,
As if a magic wand is in use.
Success that comes to one,
Has not been achieved because of a lucky break...
In most cases!
People sweat and toil to make things happen!
A greatness maintained,
Takes a persistent sleeplessness.
Mistakes and re-evaluation!
And not constant public pronouncements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing That Is Desired Is A Given
If you want to know more,
About what it is like to experience life.
Ignore everything you've heard about it.
And on your own,
Explore.
And if on your journey,
Your path has upon it obstacles you fear...
Choose first to understand why they are there.
Stay determined, be persistent.
And time will not be a factor...
As those obstacles you witnessed from you disappear.
However...
You will also welcome the sweating it takes to get it done.
And the joy comes in the knowing that you did it!
Stay determined, be persistent.
And with that fixed in your mind you will know,
Nothing that is desired is a given without sacrificing.
And your life,
With that in perspective...
Will be abundantly filled with experiences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Persisting To Exist To Pester
If it has been what it is,
And you've been made to believe...
It was not!
And you discover a truth from you,
Has been intentionally dismissed.
What else is there connected,
To your disbeliefs...
Persisting to exist to pester?
Perhaps you should investigate,
This annoyance that irritates.
To uncover why it insists to prick you.
Why keep defying in denial the reality of it!
If you don't mind,
I would like to leave you with this...
I wouldn't continue to question its existence.
I would suspect the validity of those beliefs you keep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Listening to Their Lack of Facts
They claim to be in self defined exile.
Losing a grip on crushed realities.
None lived to believe in...
And still they wish them pleased.
Sitting on the brink of total change.
And they keep a faith...
Followed and fake.
Listening to their lack of facts,
From a brain that has missed the train...
Offers little satisfaction,
To those who aren't insane.
Exposed they are,
To show their consciousness.
And grateful to meet someone...
Doing the best that can be done.
Taking life as it comes...
Without the sharing of complaints.
Or trying to find some.
Busy bees with mental freezes...
Listening to their lack of facts.
In any season,
You'll see them in packs.
Discussing new blues!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In An Appreciative Mood
Do not...
Waste your time,
With anyone
Who is going to do,
What they choose and when.
No matter what has been said to them!
Spending time to offer sound advice,
Or constructive criticsm...
Delivered with a bit of sugar and spice.
Trying to make what is given,
As comfortable and nice as possible.
Some may not accept it for what it is!
Beginning a dance of denial.
Coming with a dripping of tears.
And perhaps accompanied with a verbal attack!
Do not react.
An exposed personality,
Refuses to accept facts!
Do not...
Waste your time,
With anyone
Who is going to do,
What they choose and when.
No matter what has been said to them!
Be on your way.
And let them have theirs.
People are not responsive today.
To be grateful to another...
Who may go out of their way,
To show how much they care!
It's best to leave these folks in a pool of grief...
To offer an understanding,
That ends up going no where!
Do not waste your time.
Unless you have a desire,
To have yours devalued!
Some folks will never be in an appreciative mood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truths Dismissed
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Chasing impossibilities,
Are those in grief with disbelief...
Each moment existing,
Had approval as they witnessed...
The unfolding of reality.
And it is the reality many wish to change.
Many can not accept,
Expressions of indifference...
Delivers consequences.
No matter what is claimed.
That which is observed,
And passes an acceptance by silent lips...
Is not going to suddenly vanish,
Because some find a tolerance...
Over a time that has allowed its growth,
People then indifferent...
Now whine it upsets and makes them sick.
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.
Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long Rusted In Shifted Dust
Once one stops!
A beginning that had started...
For them comes to an end.
Although not official,
There is something about a lifelessness...
That becomes wasted on debate.
As the advancing of Sunset,
On them dims.
And yet,
Those appearing to be lifeless...
Seem to be all over the place,
Taking up space.
With activities insignificant.
But to what degree of insignificance?
This delays...
A validation to be confirmed.
And...
Observed to be wasting debates,
As time most valued...
Slips from them quickly.
While they remain in the process...
Of procrastinating efficient and effectively.
Although not official,
There is something about a lifelessness...
That becomes wasted on debate.
'Can we move on from this agenda.
To prioritize the last agenda...
That upheld the one prior to that?
Facts are facts.
And rest assured...
Progress,
As 'we' know it...
IS being made! '
And too late it becomes,
For the ones to get things done.
When a time that is perceived is kept,
To be borrowed and used at one's discretion.
With life's lessons that many come to learn,
Dismissed by those...
Who have chosen to invoke,
A reviewing of a point of view...
Long rusted in shifted dust!
And from a nonexistence...
The winds of time has blown away.
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THAT Is The Person I Want To Keep Distanced
On several occasions,
You have openly and in public...
Dismissed me.
You 'have' to remember it.
I am just taking this 'one' opportunity,
To express my dislike for you.
Why is that something you find,
Important to discuss with me now in debate...
You find must take a wasting of your time?
I prefer that you keep ignoring me.
Approaching me with a smile and arms extended,
Is not the impression you left with me...
When we first met.
And THAT is the person I want to keep distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Big American Boo Boo
The article was written,
'Big American Boo Boo'.
Several years ago,
It appeared in a local newspaper.
And those who read it...
Dismissed this as a caper,
Of an author who refused...
To embrace the cheering of a war,
Sought and fought...
That would eventually disgrace.
And create wounds that soared.
Since then,
Jobs have been outsourced.
Communities of people displaced.
Unemployment continues to rise.
And embarrassing faces,
Show the affects of tears traced.
Institutions are folding,
Slipping as if to dip in quicksand.
Leadership is questioned.
And accountability absent...
With no one responsible,
Choosing to take a public stand.
An economy taken for granted,
Now on the brink of no return.
Signs scribble high in neon lights...
'Lessons Taught One Day Will Be Learned'
But no one then showed a bit of concern.
Except those with vision...
Who had their characters assassinated.
By those who now have had their egos burned.
The article was written,
'Big American Boo Boo'.
Several years ago.
And it was removed from the internet.
By those with influence...
Who perceived it expressed,
An unpatrioticness.
By a maverick professed.
And yet these same folks,
Who then refused to accept.
Have lost not only their dignity...
But also their self respect.
Finding their lives lived now in humility.
And in retrospective...
In much regret!
And yet their denials,
Are with them kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Brewing Scent Of Freshly Made Coffee
It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
From observation, felt and experienced as presented...
That those who use other than truth to tell,
Actually are not convinced others are aware they lie.
Since alibis and excuses behind which they hide,
Has been something done to do all of their lives.
And their delusions have become their defense mechanisms.
But today,
Those embellishments exaggerated are easily chased away.
And facing consequences as a result of their defenses,
Has created their dilemmas and conflicts with their entitlements.
Some people will create right in the face of others,
There own versions of what is going on.
With eyes are pure as those seen coming from children.
And this isn't given as an option to express,
Their difference of opinion to address.
This comes from refusing to accept the absence of alternatives.
And what has taken place is immediately from them mentally erased.
Leaving feelings of abandonment,
By those who have been fantasized all their lives.
That is why they protest with a nonacceptance of a reality that is!
Although those realities as they are have never before to them been felt.
And no one seems to acknowledge,
The brewing scent of freshly made coffee...
There!
And everywhere in the air for all to get a deep whiff of it.
'That 'smell'?
What is it? '
~I have not a clue.~
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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.
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Selectivity
I sometimes choose to read the news.
Although I seldom share the views.
Which the so called experts express,
those gentlemen who use the press
to try to gain my sympathy
for some outlandish theory.
To which they give their full support
but very little serious thought.
I may be wrong but I suspect
these pundits really do expect
That I should believe their every word.
However patently absurd
But I am not fooled so easily
as they seem to think I’ll be.
I’m wise enough to disagree.
With their brand of idiocy.
I gather facts which I cross check
from other sources that find.
A pinch of salt, I need a peck
They do not think I have a mind.
I’m not incapable of thought
I draw my own conclusions
A little trick that life has taught
me.I have no illusions.
They’re only men the same as me.
Entitled to their point of view
however stupid it may be.
I am quite sure you know this too.
14-Jun-07
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Kept Medicated
No...
They don't want to hear it.
Because it is not what they wish to hear.
It has nothing to do with truth!
It is who speaks it...
And the edge it brings those listening.
No matter if it benefits,
The truth unsolicited...
Has disturbing affects.
Stiffened necks...
Produces cold shoulders.
Truth is not respected!
And perhaps that is why traps,
Catch those avoiding it.
With sore muscles and bad backs!
And those that do find themselves pinned,
Locked in and suffering...
Are heard screaming the loudest!
They prefer to be kept medicated.
And at all cost they do it.
Just to keep truth...
From screwing up their deluded lives!
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Unable To Keep From Looking Back
Unable to face facts...
Is an unfortunate mindset to have,
When all foundations of the past...
Are being revealed to have cracks.
Every question one can ask,
Can today be traced to the truth.
And every denial one offers back,
Slips from a validity needlessly pursued.
The few amongst the many,
Feeling to be at peace with themselves...
Without the need for traps,
Also have a need to isolate from those...
Who stubbornly refuse,
To accept with belief these times we are at.
Unable to face facts.
Unable to keep from looking back.
Unable to shake away hours from a yesterday.
And...
Unable to say a grip held tightly,
Begins to fade and to drift away...
From one's existence.
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Crosseyed & Painless
Lost my shape-trying to act casual!
Cant stop-i might end up in the hospital
Im changing my shape-i feel like an accident
Theyre back!-to explain their experience
Isnt it weird/looks too obscure to me
Wasting away/and that was their policy
Im ready to leave-i push the fact in front of me
Facts lost-facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-no information left of any kind
Lifting my head-looking for danger signs
There was a line/there was a formula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
There was a line/there was a forula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside
The island of doubt-its like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-got the message from the oxygen
Making a list-find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts dont do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts dont stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
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