On Display
When I first met denial,
It was masked as if casted from my face.
I looked into the mirror to evaluate its presence.
And on that particular day...
I stayed until denial from my face went away.
Self examination is at first excruciating.
Truth on display,
Doesn't fake to a fade or play charade.
Or masquerade its significance.
It comes too real to be felt and adorned.
When I first met denial,
It was masked as if casted from my face.
I looked into the mirror to evaluate its presence.
And on that particular day...
I stayed until denial from my face went away.
Self examination is at first excruciating.
Truth on display,
Doesn't fake to a fade or play charade.
Or masquerade its significance.
It comes too real with a feeling that's adorned!
And as often as I repeat this...
Truth as it was introduced to me,
Has not changed since its delivery.
In fact within me it remains on!
And the more I demand it around me,
The clearer I see the stronger its appearance gets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Wonderful Parade
Your wonderful parade
Moving thru the towns that rise and then they fade
Over streets that pass the houses where you've stayed
Your wonderful parade
Your daily masquerade
Paper masks behind this face that you have made
Crumble down upon foundation that you've laid
Your daily masquerade
(*) stand in line try to climb
Meet your wife at cocktail time
Surely you should try and choose a better way to fall
Your marvelous charade
Never could be worth the prices that you've paid
Blindness is a part of every game you've played
Your marvelous charade
Repeat (*)
Your daily masquerade
Your wonderful parade
song performed by by Carpenters
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The Biggest Disaster
What 'is' unfortunate?
The capitalization of the word DENIAL.
And the tremendous affect the act of it,
Has had on the millions of those who have been shown...
A protection from truth will produce for them a reality.
And a denial pursued is what all should do!
However,
In the doing...
Denial 'now' has become too huge of a magnitude,
To disregard...
As the biggest disaster ever allowed to be created,
Humanity has come to face!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Denial
Denial is a sorry state of confusion
Like closing one's eyes in the face of a fire
Like going to sleep in the midst of an earthquake
The weirdest reaction for a state so dire.
Denial is the easy escape for cowards
The open door for those unable to face fact
The ultimate withdrawal of all logic and thinking
The sad resort of those who are last to react.
Denial is fatal for those who run governments
For the nation may be crumbling or it may be attacked
The shoving away of truth is a dangerous treatment
It may cost a lot more than the security it lacked.
Denial is no leadership virtue but a Liability
And those who have practiced it may be judged later
Though the present may save them from all responsibility
The pages of History may not treat them any kinder.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 12,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Denial
You are my only daughter, I guess I made you twice
You look inside my other, hell give you bad advice
I will tell you Im ok, but deep inside Im afraid
I dont drink holy water, Im not a son of christ
I aint no black messiah, and I dont load my dice
You can tell me youre all right, but why you so afraid?
Youre in denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Youll never believe it, you never believe its you
I dont think Im amazing. in fact Im quite insane
To live inside my bucket, with all my plastic chains
People tell me every time, I look at the wron all right
Youre in denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Youll never believe it, you never believe its you
Youll never believe it, you never believe it
Secrets told you, dreamland holds you, secrets told you
You wouldnt believe it, you couldnt conceive it
Secrets told you...
You wanna receive it, you gotta believe its you
Youre on a trip already, Im tripping out alright
Ill get there slow and steady, just sit and hold on tight
Denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its true, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its you, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its gonna be alright, just hold on thight
Its gonna be alright, just hold on thight
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Not Seduced By Gloss
The time to evaluate and assess one's life,
Should be done with a clear consciousness.
With a self examination taken day and night.
However...
Many do take flight from flaws they wish to cover.
Until all exits are closed that imposes,
One to face truth.
A truth that reduces its sweetness.
Or seduced by gloss one chooses others to perceive.
'And when a dark night rises,
Seekers to do evil prowl to dupe folks.
Fed by produced videos to boost wicked egos.'
What?
'I said...
The time to evaluate and assess one's life,
Should be done with a clear consciousness.
With a self examination taken day and night.'
But...
You didn't say that.
I did.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masquerade
Im here , laying underneath
But there is nothing left to say
You slowly went your way from me
Felt your softness fade away
Who am I ?
To make you stay
Oh , here we go again
Entering the masquerade
This is the place
Dreams will shatter
Cover your face and care no more
She dont care no more
These narrowed eyes I dont know
Nothing is there behind
The mask you wear
Now it feels so unreal
Cold as ice
This face I see
Masquerade , masquerade
Let me out
Masquerade, masquerade
Care no more
Masquerade
She dont care no more
Masquerade, masquerade
Let me out to save her
song performed by by Xymox
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Not Accepting the Obvious
Denial has the capability,
To drag pity around...
In various unique places.
And with a standard of performance set,
Prepared to stir the heart.
Denial has the capability,
To remove truth from memory.
Excuse an alcoholic,
And supply any drug one wishes.
Denail has the capability,
To deceive oneself to hide the truth...
And live a life of lies.
Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
'Thank you for your beautiful performance.
Yes...
Her death was premature and done by natural causes..
She was loved by millions.'
~Loving to hear her voice.
But...
How can anyone be blind to the fact,
She was killing it intentionally.~
Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
But enjoys every detail of pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selecting to Protect and Dissect
Objects to be used.
They view themselves this way.
In a perfected display...
Of a total loss of identity.
An empty falsity escaping by charade.
Facing this and coming to grips with it...
Establishes denial,
And masquerades that degrade.
Accustomed they are to be used...
As someone's trade!
As if a physicality and a plasticness,
Is all what they wish!
A hollow and fake nothingness!
Objects.
Selecting to protect and dissect,
From behind masks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A truth beyond denial
Days and nights pass,
ages fade and bloom,
no one's too old,
to count his days to doom.
Blessed is the one who breathes,
and with a smile who leaves,
love them strong my brothers, love'em strong,
for in your excuse to believe.
A journey of few steps called life,
each step does mysteries hold,
your will, to stay or move on,
but destined always to face the truth bold.
A truth beyond denial,
A truth impervious to refute,
A truth an absolute halt,
A truth tied in with you.
poem by Chaitanya Dorwat
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Denial
Denial is a river I know so well
For it flows deep in my veins.
It’s my partner when lonely,
Defender in conflict and doctor for my pains.
This river of tears cleanses my ears
So I can hear what I need.
Its current sucks under those who wonder
And all who’ve disagreed.
With denial I can defend myself
Against each who seems a fool.
For theirs is the problem, the error,
The fault and I’m the one to rule.
Waves of denial splash at my face,
Forcing a flaccid smile.
Torrents of liquid numb my space.
Then nothing hurts for a while.
Denial is my river. It serves me well.
It’s the only refuge I’ve found.
Though my greatest fear while swimming here
Is that who I was has drowned.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Denial Is My River
Denial is a river I know so well
For it flows deep in my veins.
It's my partner when lonely,
Defender in conflict and doctor for my pains.
This river of tears cleanses my ears
So I can hear what I need.
It's current sucks under those who wonder
And all who've disagreed.
With denial I can defend myself
Against each who seems a fool.
For theirs is the problem, the error,
The fault and I'm the one to rule.
Waves of denial splash at my face
Forcing a flaccid smile.
Torrents of liquid numb my space.
Then nothing hurts for a while.
Denial is my river. It serves me well.
It's the only refuge I've found.
Though my greatest fear while swimming here
Is that who I was has drowned.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Many Don't Accept It and Fear It Getting Near
You're not the only one,
Who wishes truth to disappear.
Many don't accept it and fear it getting near.
Some believe that truth for them is an option.
Something that gives them a choice to make.
And if it was too bitter on the tongue for their taste...
It could be easily exchanged,
For a more suitable arrangement for them to embrace.
But truth is not a charade to play to mask in masquerade!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shadow Boxing
Last round
Looks like Im in for a fight
Knocked down
There is nowhere left to hide
Stick n move
When I try to run away
Old one two
I only end up face to face
Mirror mirror getting clearer
Its just me and my shadow
Dancing round the ring
I try to fight it
But then how can I win
When Im only shadow boxing
Time out
Im looking for a
Standing eight
No doubt
My inside has come out to play
Bob n weave
Its conscious of my
Every move
Been deceived
Can no longer ignore the truth
Mirror mirror getting clearer
Split decision blur my vision
song performed by by Extreme
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Resistance To Its Existence
Only those who have discovered the truth,
For what it really is...
Can no longer submit to denial.
Or masquerade the experiencing of pain.
Pain has a way of making personal,
Its visitations...
When the prolonging of a resistance,
To its existence...
Is revealed in the feeling of it.
With an intended healing,
From all that had been delusioned.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants,
Subdued...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Refusing the acceptance of truth...
Is observed subdued,
In a resistance to its existence.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
While attempting to escape from its insistence.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mirror To Mirror
Written by gerry beckley, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I havent seen forever
Dont even know her name
I call on dreams and other schemes
To try and win that game
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
And though we tried in earnest
The distant silence yells
We call on wings and other things
To try and break that spell
Now that its over, darling
Truth in the common cause
We stare at our own indifference
By seeing the others flaws
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
As we look inside, theres nowhere to turn
Theres nowhere to hide
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
Mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
song performed by by America
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Year Zero
Be a hero
Kill your ego
It doesn't matter it's all just a pack of lies
Build a new base
Steal a new face
It doesn't matter it's all just to save you
We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away
I will stand by your ground
I will tear down myself
I won't fade
Year zero
Another hero
Is anybody alive here across the line?
Buy a new face
Start a new race
It doesn't matter it's all just to save your face
It's all just to save you
It's all just to save your face
It's all just to save you
We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away
I will stand by your ground
I will tear down myself
I will stand by your ground
I will tear down myself
I won't fade
I won't fade
We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away
We'll never fade away (We will never fade away)
We'll never fade away (We will never fade away)
We'll never fade away (We will never fade away)
We'll never fade away (We will never fade)
We'll never fade away (We will never fade away)
We'll never fade away (We will never fade)
We'll never fade away
song performed by by 30 Seconds To Mars from 30 Seconds To Mars
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Too Many Others Now Have Done It
Run...
As if you're going to get something done.
'But I'm in need of motivation.
Something to inspire to initiate.'
Run...
Can't you pretend like the others have done?
'No...
I just can't charade any poses.
To do it with no where to go.'
Run...
Why can't you masquerade?
'Too many others have done it.
And there's nothing yet they've done to prove,
But...
Run away!
Too many others have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others have done it.
And in...
Masquerade
Too many others have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Run...
As if you're going to get something done.
'But I'm in need of motivation.
Something to inspire to initiate.'
Run...
Can't you pretend like the others have done?
'No...
I can't just charade any poses.
To do it with no where to go.'
Run...
Why can't you masquerade?
'Too many others now have done it.
And there's nothing yet they've done to prove,
But...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
And in...
Masquerade
Too many others now have done it.
And they've...
Run away!
Too many others now have done it.
Too many others now have done it.
And I'm...
Not that way!
Too many others now have done it.
And I'm...
Not that way!
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run.
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run.
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Run away.
To come back wishing they'd stayed.
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Come back wishing they'd stayed.
Too many others now have done it,
Just to...
Come back wishing they'd stayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That ugly man..
Who can forget- if and when you’ve seen him -
that student whose whole face and body language
shout at you the demand,
‘Hate my ugliness! Tell me that I’m right
to hate myself! ’
That man, of whom it’s said
that once a lady saw, as standing right beside him,
golden Apollo alive himself? ..
Who can know what tricks gods play on us;
or who, of humans, devotes their whole life
to play out this charade?
And how deeply does this ‘ugly’ man
believe this to be his own self?
A living human parable perhaps:
here to remind us just how much
we yearn for, know of, that eternal truth
whose face is beauty; is, ourself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Love For One Another Done
Where do we masquerade now?
That dedicated faith we fake.
The one we parade,
When charades made take place.
And...
Where do we masquerade now?
That dedicated faith we fake.
The one we parade,
When charades made take place.
That love for one another done,
Real or fake.
The respect for our fathers,
Is it real or fake.
The honor for our mothers done,
Real or fake.
And that love for one another done...
Is it real or just for fun?
Concern for our sisters,
Is that real or fake.
And what about our brothers,
Do they hug and fake.
As they backstab each other,
Calling one another 'mothers'.
That feeling,
Is it real or fake.
That feeling,
Is it love or hate.
That feeling,
We all celebrate.
And what about the brothers,
Backstabbing one another.
That feeling,
Is it real or fake.
That feeling,
Is it love or hate.
That feeling,
We all celebrate.
And what about the brothers,
Calling one another 'mothers'.
And that love for one another done...
Is it real or just for fun?
That feeling,
Is it real or fake.
That feeling,
Is it love or hate.
That feeling,
We all celebrate.
And what about the brothers,
Backstabbing one another.
And what about the brothers,
Calling one another 'mothers'.
And that love for one another done...
Is it real or just for fun?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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