On Whatever The Level An Eye Contact
With a stroke of unexpected fortune,
Those in possession of tremendous egos...
And can realistically assess the times like these,
Will find that a climbing down...
From their high horses,
Is not yet enforced.
And this can still be done with ease.
If it is recognizable...
And those sympathetic to delusions...
May still believe it is.
That those holding tightly to pretensions kept,
Will recognize those delusions of grandeur...
Are no longer for them affordable.
On whatever the level an eye contact is met!
'What is going to be done with the horse I treasured? '
~Today?
That should be the least of your concern! ~
A dismounting is no longer an option for them.
A dismantling of pretensions,
Come to many as cold hard to face facts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Why is it believed,
By some.
What they do that has been done,
Is okay?
And an acceptance of it,
Should be kept that way.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Too many people are the 'cause'.
And not the solution to prevent.
Or a pause that should be long taken,
With no attention given spent.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Some have established themselves as 'saints'.
While others full of themselves,
Do not have to eliminate a single thing...
To emanate fumes from them that 'stink'.
And/or past tense from them that 'stank'!
Whatever is the preference.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
With their quick judgements to pass.
Like fresh air blocking gas.
A picture alone,
Paints a thousand words.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!
As intended upon the return ot it.
Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist
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Give That Nonsense An 'F
It is going to stay fertile.
Adaptable and on alert.
Once barriers were broken,
And my eyes were forced to open 'wider'...
To see beyond myths and delusions of grandeur,
I knew my mind was no longer going to be confined.
When one hops from that safe feeling of sitting on a fence,
And learns to roll with the punches without whining in defense...
The living of life becomes more than what someone else,
Decides to bite into with a listening to them chew to refuse.
While attempting to convince me and 'you' should do what they do.
Give that nonsense an 'F' for unacceptable and step away from it.
It is going to stay fertile, adaptable and on alert.
Once barriers were broken,
And my eyes were forced to open 'wider'...
To see beyond myths and delusions of grandeur,
I knew my mind was no longer going to be confined.
Or allowed to be defined by those lost of identity.
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Egos Addicted
Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.
How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!
Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.
And those elected to protect their 'treats',
Find they've become accountable...
To ease a reality upon these minds.
Teasing them with beliefs of victory!
When deceit and defeat...
Has surrounded them for sometime!
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!
How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waiting For Them to Come to Life
I agree with you.
However...
What is recognized that 'should' happen,
At this hour...
Had been just as recognizable,
In those hours past.
And that 'urgency' has been smothered,
By a coating of denial.
Sautéed in BS.
And trimmed with a taste to bait delusions.
For the purposes to maintain our appetites,
Kept in sweetened ignorance.
It is recommended we establish patience,
For those hypnotized by incompetency.
And on all levels,
Allow a degrading that has taken place...
To consume any decency that is left.
Now we live in the midst of dwindling stages,
Of pretensions meant!
And waiting for them to come to life.
With the utmost expected tolerance.
Because we are who we say we are.
And not what it is that is reflected.
Since those images we refuse to accept.
And we bet against their existence.
Inspired by:
J.B Poet
Atlanta
'Thank you J.B Poet.
Keep your 'spirit' honest.
And your 'vision' fresh with expectation.'
~LSP~
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None For Them to Mention
Those who insist in the persistence
Of holding onto ideals no longer existing...
Will and must be left behind.
Their minds have been locked into delusions,
They can not see in these times unbelieving.
But they are to be believed!
And if they aren't?
A darkness upon them will bring them grief!
An enlightenment unfolding they do not seek.
And bleak will be their understanding...
Absent of comprehension!
There will be none for them to mention.
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Riding On Coat-tails
Riding on coat-tails,
Is a movement hard to keep up.
Prevailing to ride when times are tough,
No longer muffles with a buffering to hush.
Independent failures surface to pop as crops.
An obvious sign that times are getting rougher.
And lives lived to bluff,
Are forced to be weeded from an accustomed fluff.
Today the facing of facts is under attack.
With a hitchhiking done on backs...
Removed from positions,
Once easily relaxed to munch on picked snacks.
Facing facts is difficult to smother.
And hard to deny with a keeping undercover.
As a druther to be tossed...
Like a thoughtless whim to be caught by another.
Facing facts is difficult to smother.
When times reveal,
No one can keep them undercover.
Or dismiss them to exist,
For a profit to gain to exploit a fun done.
Or enjoy with a sweetened twist to the mix...
Tasted and approved by everyone.
Riding on coat-tails,
Is a movement hard to keep up.
With a prevailing to ride when times are tough.
No longer can the muffles with a buffering be hushed.
No longer can the facts be sacked...
To silence and smother,
As an undercover druthered to crush.
Or conceal behind a polish that's buffed...
To glamorize a sparkling of disdain.
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Addressed With Assessment
I love it when I am addressed with assessment.
And when it begins...
The feeling I get from it is undescriable.
Those who assess others,
With a scanning from head to toe done...
Have already quietly stated,
'I...
Am better than you.'
Sssssssoooh!
And I,
Somehow...
Get a rush from that!
My training instructor in the military said to me once,
'Horse,
He called me 'horse'.
I thought you were a joke when I first laid my eyes on you.
I've been checking you out.'
He had no idea I had been use to those kinds of looks.
Most of my life,
And I was all of eighteen years old...
Then!
And since then...
Well,
I do allow others to have their delusions.
Hey...
Why should I stop someone from doing something,
I like?
I know it's selfish!
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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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Facts I've Learned To Face
Those expectations I have for myself,
Has yet to require
A solicitation of assistance.
Although I do feel I owe you the respect,
Of perceiving my abilities
In need of direction.
Trust me
I am not seeking that kind of guidance.
Perhaps one day I will more receptive.
It is enough for me,
Just to complete what it is that I do.
And the discovery of that,
Has kept my focus on track.
I had been one distracted,
By too many delusions carried on my back.
But not today.
Not with the facts I've learned to face.
And the facing of those facts
Has kept me on track.
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When Have You Ever Dealt With It Anyway?
Hmmm...
Let's see.
What do 'I' recommend,
As a precaution to secure your immediate future?
I would protect what you most value!
'What would that be? '
First I would secure your medications.
You know...
The ones that numb the affects,
Of the things you can not digest.
The ones that keep your delusions protected.
Those that stimulate your pretensions best.
That's what I would do.
If I were you.
'So,
In other words...
Refuse any hints of reality?
Is that what you are saying to me? '
Hints? ? ?
Ignore reality altogether!
You've never expressed to having any use for it before.
When have you ever dealt with it anyway?
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Narcisissma
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, Pomona says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the belle of Biloxi,
Biloxi, Biloxi says she's not your kind
But Narcisissma gives me peace of mind.
She's got no braids in the inkwell, no money on the prize.
Ain't got no boyfriend behind her that she can't hypnotize.
And if you wanna see yourself without delusions or delies.
All you do is just look into her eyes.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma has no pride or delusions,
Delusions, delusions make me turn my face
But Narcisissma let's me find my place.
She's got no grudges, no crutches, no pigment and no peeves.
No cryers, no pliers, no liars and no sleeves.
And she will always tell you every thing that she believes.
She's got no belly button too, no high heeled shoe.
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, Pomona says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.
Well everybody's lookin' like they're s'posed to
But nobody's lookin' very good.
So when you find somebody to get close to
Well don't you think you should?
Narcisissma, Narcisissma loves to thrill and delight me,
Delight me, delight me and I'll never quit
'Cause Narcisissma knows just where I fit.
She's got no tight draws, locked doors, nothin' on the side.
Ain't got no skin flaws, in-laws, nothin' left to hide.
And if you need a new location where you'll best be satisfied
You might prefer, to fall in love with her
Narcisissma, Narcisissma is the pride of Pomona,
Pomona, says she looks like me.
But she will look like you when I'm set free.-a
song performed by by Don McLean
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Truth Has Come To Stay
Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
Realities must be faced.
Time no longer awaits,
For decisions to be made...
After wasteful debates.
Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
An honesty arrives and will be felt.
Whether on knees,
Or with a tightening of a belt...
Truth has come to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As They Convalesce
Aging slick cliquers...
With nothing to offer,
But times gone reminisced.
Living with delusions,
That 'their' ancestors were the best.
Because they left them with fantasies and myths,
And how to live lives with thief, deception...
And gluttonousness!
Aging slick cliquers...
Pooped from pecking.
And drying out with wrinkled skin.
Sharing chats about when they were young...
With pretensions kept they learned back then!
As they convalesce in resting homes,
And abandoned by their thoughtless, self centered
Racist taught and greedy children!
Those of lustful, crushing and fast evaporating values.
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Your Smiling Face
Whenever i see your smiling face
I have to smile myself
Because i love you (yes, i do)
And when you give me that pretty little pout
It turns me inside out
There's something about you, baby (i don't know)
(chorus)
Isn't it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
I will grow stronger every day
Oh, how much longer
I thought i was in love
A couple of times before
With the girl next door
But that was long before i met you
Now i'm sure that i won't forget you
And i thank my lucky stars
That you are who you are
And not just another lovely lady
Sent down to break my heart
Isn't it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
I can grow stronger every day
How much longer
No one can tell me that i'm doing it wrong today
Whenever i see you smile at me
No one can tell me that i'm doing it wrong today
Whenever i see your smile at face my way
No one can tell me that i'm doing it wrong today
No one can tell me that i'm doing it wrong today
song performed by by James Taylor
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Not One Of My Greatest Attributes
My position has always been,
To present the facts!
With the getting of them out of the way.
To free the air of false pretentions.
But many refuse to see the facts,
For what they are.
And instead wish to embellish their delusions,
With beliefs facts presented...
They can re-invent with a bit of flourishing.
Only to later discover those facts presented to them,
Came from experiences many fantasized do not get.
And being patient is not one of my greatest attributes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out of Their Comfort Zones They Are Thrown
People are too accepting,
Of their learned and enforced perceptions.
Envisoned with fixed images in their minds.
Like men aren't expected to cook or do chores.
Or women who look feminine,
Shock others who see them box in rings.
Or play basketball with hook shots,
To achieve high scores.
Men who sing and write,
Are expected to be limp of wrist.
While those who appear to be 'supermen'
Stop traffic when seen,
Holding hands to then kiss.
And women who wear lipstick,
Are often approached by men...
For sex and overnight 'flings'.
When they announce they are lesbians...
'Homophobics' do not begin,
To rejoice and sing.
People are too accepting,
Of their learned and enforced perceptions.
When out of their comfort zones they are thrown...
Those who are not like them,
Are condemned to be sinners!
As if a wholesomeness can not be lived...
Unless pretensions are embellished,
And mentioned to impress...
Over again and again.
With a 'normalcy' perceived...
That does not threaten what is believed.
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Permanently Affixed
Too many people seek distractions.
Hoping facts never to face.
Praying for a deceit that fits.
Too many people seek attractions.
With a hope to distract facts,
That someday from them will be erased.
And those masks worn to replace,
Faces charading become permanently...
Affixed.
Leaving distacted faces masked,
Never again to face facts with hopes...
Delusions will never from them be erased.
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You Are No Longer There!
I no longer hold you like I held you
When I held you...
I no longer want to...in my mind.
I no longer see you like I see you
When I saw you...
I no longer do that, with my time!
Lemonade kisses I licked we onced shared,
I don't even want them anymore...I'm full!
I no longer miss you like I missed you
When missing you...
It's no longer an issue to be defined!
Too messy...
'I no longer love you? ' Bring myself to love you?
Could you bring me peace of mind instead of puzzles
Of your pain...again? That pain...AGAIN? ..NO! '
I no longer hold you like I held you...
Enfolded holding you,
I no longer want to...in my mind!
I no longer see you,
Like I saw you when we met!
I no longer do that...
You're no longer there!
And I have no regrets!
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Unquestioned Madness
An escape route from reality has been discovered.
Those cherishing their delusions,
Have come to sigh a breath of relief.
A last minute effort to smother them with truth...
Was discovered to be too cruel.
Too much of it on them released!
And too traumatic an event...
Causing the advent of a massive anxiety,
Carefully prevented.
'Sales revenue and holiday shoppers,
Must be protected!
They must not suspect...
A way of life lived is not accepted.
Shower them with Christmas scents,
And gifts to pick throughout all seasons.'
Fantasies have been extended...
With unlimited pretensions granted for all.
Accountability has been dismissed!
With permissions of accusations,
To inflict those innocent...
With encouragment.
And to become less appalled,
By those left in gutters crawling.
'Free coupons and rebates?
A momentary payoff for those being ripped off!
But kept flooded with delusions! '
This is the bliss that is wished by those sick!
And raising their voices to insist a boasting lift to this,
Unquestioned madness existing.
Is a quality of life needed,
To feed addictions to defend!
And nothing on Earth will keep their beliefs from them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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High
Guess Im stuck in a dream
Surrounded by coloured leaves on the ground
As I stare at the trees
I see one fall down on my hand
As I start to explore
I cant ignore a man
He turns his head around
His face was all worn by the sun
Chorus:
Im going out for a while
So I can get high with my friends
I will
Im going out for a while
Dont wait up cos I wont be home
Today
Drifting down a road
Losing myself in a dream
Feel my hands getting cold
Sat in a boat on a lake
Chorus
Climbing up trying my best
As I sink
Climbing up trying my best
As I sink again
Lying back on the floor
Reaching up high into space
See myself in a glass
Im counting the lines on my face
Again
Counting the lines on my face
Again
Chorus 2x
Today, today, today, today, etc. (to end)
song performed by by Feeder
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