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Paying to Keep Deranged

I don't know what time zone you slowed down in,
Or when you decided...
You would keep things as they are,
And have others agree
This was a good thing to begin.

I am not in the position to tell you your attic light is dim.
But I would invest in an electrician...
At least twice a week,
And just sit and talk with him.

I know you've been stressed.
Today it is difficult not to be.
Many are deluded and reality is...
Well,
Something else other than reality!

But you are not young or getting younger at all.
The ones we use to call 'they' and 'them'...
Are you and I who seem to have dropped the ball!
We are the blame for trying to keep things unchanged.
And as a result of that...
We have accepted insanity.
And paying to keep deranged!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Reality

If today in your feeling tone I am Saint
then tomorrow if your feelings change
I can then be transformed into Satan.

If I am steady most and not either
then clearly then Reality for me is the same
and your feelings about me must be in disconnect
and not rooted in who I really am.

If Mind changes its stripes
and truth today can become tomorrow false
how then is Mind rooted in Reality, which we agree
undergoes no change.

If spirit too can vacillate from exaltation to low depression
what is then steady most in our universe?

If all of the elements in our periodic table are in constant flux
losing and gaining electrons
and existing one minute but not the next
what then is the nature of any Unchanging Reality?

Clearly then all is in flux and who I am today may not be
who I will be tomorrow.
Good news this and bad news too, because how can I predict
the who I will be and if I will like Who Now better than Who Tomorrow?

Some question then if all things change, then what then is doing the changing; they point to Consciousness. If things change who is tracking steady-state all that changes and recording it? The self? Is Self and Consciousness that steady state beneath all things changing? Or do they too change from time to time?

Puzzling this.

So when one is told 'Get in touch with Reality' what the hell could that possibly mean-yours, mine today, mine tomorrow, yours now, or yours which will will surely change tomorrow too?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Havin A Ball

Written by james young, john curulewski
Lead vocals by james young
Yeah
Now tell me girl
Wont you tell me true
Help me get this out of my head
Now fenny thinks that there aint no stoppin
Until you got me flat on my back
You know my number
Just give me a call
You know what Im thinking
Were just havin a ball
Now theres things that I agree with
And things that I really dont
If you think Im free to try something crazy
There aint nothing round that I wont
You know my number
Just give me a call
You know what Im thinking
Were just havin a ball
Yeah
Just havin a ball
Just havin a ball
Just havin a ball
Just havin a ball
Now if you want to spend some time with me
If youve got some time to kill
Tell more or else Ill leave this place
Know a couple of a ladies that will
You know my number
Just give me a call
You know what Im thinking
Were just havin a ball
You know my number
Just give me a call
You know what Im thinking
Were just havin a ball
Yeah
Just havin a ball
Just havin a ball
Just havin a ball
Just havin a ball
You know my number
Just give me a call
You know what Im thinking
Were just havin a ball
You know my number
Just give me a call
You know what Im thinking
Were just havin a ball
You know my number
Just give me a call
You know what Im thinking
Were just havin a ball

song performed by by Styx
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Watching The Grass Grow

Incorrect perceptions,
Are imposed and projected...
By those with unchanged beliefs.
And fixed to satisfied stagnation.
Or impressions made,
Through assumptions placed
Upon imaginations.

Watching the grass grow,
May be someone's ambition.
In fact...
What is the scientific purpose for grass?
I don't think I've ever heard that asked.
Have you?

And minds like these are difficult to replace.
Since so many are deluded,
By that which does not exist.
But wished.

And observing this against a reality known...
As shown to be accepted by those conscious,
Becomes clear why there is much conflict of interest.
And a need for so many to forever play,
The cowboys against the indians.
The good against the bad.
And the ugly...?
Well,
We do all have our missions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gotta Have You

Never been too much for watching
Cause theres too many things to view
And when eyes begin to wander
They more than likely never get through
But beyond my own temptation
Im enticed by what I see
And I wont feel satisfaction
Until shes where I want her to be
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
I gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Never been too much for talking
Cause theres too many things to say
And by the time that I start speaking
The right moment has slipped away
But I must break this old tradition
And try to muster up the words
And though someone else may have said them
Ill say them in way youve never heard
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Ive gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
(repeat)
Never been too much for touching
Cause theres too many things to feel
Plus theres too much disappointment
When you find out those feelings aint real
But heres a time when inner senses
Are gonna have to shine the light
Cause I have overly committed
Myself in thinking that youre alright
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
I gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
(repeat)

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Something Good

Just wanna know ya
Just wanna talk to ya
I wanna hear about your day
I'd never leave ya
Never be mean to ya
I'd always let you get your way

Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today

If I were honest I 'd tell you everything
But it keeps coming out as lies
It's not a promise
In case you're wondering
It's not some blessing in disguise

But something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good things gonna happen today

I know romance is not in fashion
And my heart is on the line
If you would be so kind
To help me kill some time

Then something good just might come crashing
From the stars that light the sky
If you would be so kind
To help me kill some time

Just wanna know ya
Just wanna talk to ya
I wanna hear about your day
I'd never leave ya
Never be mean to ya
I'd always let you get your way

Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good things gonna happen today

Something good will come our way
Something good will come our way
Something good will come our way
Something good will come our way
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
Something good will come our way

song performed by by Bic Runga from Beautiful Collision
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A Purpose That Remains Effective

Solutions and delusions both,
Have a common connection...
To the existence of a reality resisted.

All three appear to be totally distanced,
From anything decided to be concrete.
And the ones who claim they know what it takes,
To eliminate today's confusion...
Are said to have answers to bring relief.

Although...
It could be debated,
That those deluded have found a solution...
To permanently confuse reality for all.
And with a purpose that remains effective,
Few can honestly say a success has not been achieved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cover yourself reality is about to happen

Cover yourself reality is about to happen.

They live together with happyness yes they are married i know. Daddy daddy she calls mama mommy he call things are okay. They smile nonestop laugh nonestop talk none stop but alcohol had to stop it.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.

They created off springs beautiful and handsome what do they know they are kids. They then decided love was enough so insults can come in kids will understand violence began its not abuse they say they are inlove even though he strangles her to hospital its okay.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen

i'd rather get a ben 10 then ill be in control. So does he as sugar daddy dont worry kids are asleep.
Are you sure?
If yes how sure are you?

Devorce apeared kids are awake they forget kids do what they see not told. They got into the sugar mama dady story.
Got kids and hid them just like mama and daddy did...
Cover yourself reality is to happen

they decided truth be told...
Yet some were asleep under for the truth was too much history does it again
cover yourself reality is about to happen and this is another episode of life

poem by Ernest Makuakua
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Move with time, awaiting a pleasant surprise in each of your position in space

Time is not what is shown in a clock
Time is not what the second hand passes
Time is not what the minute or hour hands show
Time is also not what our calendar indicate
Time is not the day, the week, the month or the year
Time is not sun rise or sun set
Time is not the morning, noon, afternoon, evening or even night
Time is indeed the point or location
You occupy in the space
Me, you and every one and every thing
On this surface of the earth
Are on a continuous move
As the earth rotates on its axis
And keeps moving around the sun
We all keep moving
And we do not know or even the clue to know
Whether we reach the same location in space again for a second time
It may look similar
But, it is all relative position with respect to the
Position of the other objects on the space
Duration for a thing to complete is thus
Is also not the time measures we employ
In absolute terms,
It is this the distance in space you traveled
Between the beginning and finishing of an event
It is also true you do not travel back as there is no reverse gear
In this universal path
Blame not your time, and
If anything to blame it is your position in the space
Since you are never stagnant
Your position will soon change
And things will soon be different and in your favor too sometimes
Move with time
Awaiting a pleasant surprise in each of your position in space

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Now I Can See

I use to believe,
Those deluded by fantasy...
Were the ones that had 'the problem'.

But as I have gotten older...
Although no less opinionated,
Now I can see those with 'the problem'
Are those who have discovered reality.
Since they are totally outnumbered.

And today my dilemma lies,
As to whom I should sympathize.
Having been declared 'unusual' at a young age,
Has had its benefits.
I have been accused of being deluded,
By those who try but can not escape from reality.
And yet,
I have managed to keep my unusualness intact.
How about that?

Please.
This is embarrassing.
I am overwhelmed.
No applause or standing ovations needed.
You may take your seats.

'Geeessshhh.
You reek of humility.'

It's a gift I try not to expose.
However...
I do admit some flirting done,
With a flaunting of it!

'Geeesus! '

No!
No-no.
I am not 'that' carried away!
Even though I have been called...

'A miracle.'

Hmmm...
I see I'm not the only one around here,
With talents and gifts!

'Or delusional.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Just Want Me to Preach

Our 'children' are killing each other.
Society and the 'church' has allowed this.
Not spirituality with a consciousness.
Who buys into conflicts to have that condone?
And talk about the 'Devil'?
When only devilment is known.
As if a practice to be shown.

And people talk about themselves,
In despicable tones.
Even sitting next to one another...
To 'worship' and be entertained,
Under stadium domes.

And those who profess they know God...
Say so.
And that is overblown.

If folks can not see this,
They are blind to everything else.
They are caught up in image,
And not substance.
And blatant decadence is the evidence.

They are into pretense and nonsense!
And most definitely into themselves.

Sharing grief is their reality.
Ignoring their own soldiers they put to war,
Is their 'thing'.
Having 'bling' is their commander!

And anyone who claims to pray for peace,
And receives none...
They are going through the motions,
Of looking to impress.
And 'that' should be addressed.
To lift them out of their own created mess.

Instead of trying to correct,
An accepted physicality of things.
And a host of inanimated objects to posses.
With a sadness delivered.
And the madness that it brings!

Please!

You just want me to preach.
And I ain't in the mood to do it.
I just offer my opinions unsolicited.
I don't have to be ordained,
To say the same thing from a pulpit!
To convince what God wants.
And observe those in denial,
Objecting to a reality in disbelief.
As if to ignore it will bring them relief.

Please!

You just want me to preach.
And I ain't in the mood to do it.
Especially when an unconscious mindset,
Has been drugged to be numbed...
Deluded and succumbed.
And totally out of reach.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinkered

Am I run mad that I believe?
In things that others cannot see.
I do not wish you to relieve
me of divine insanity.

I can reject reality
it holds but small allure for me.
I much prefer my fantasy.
My dreams that others cannot see.

Although you doubt my sanity.
That does not mean you are correct
The things I see you cannot see.
You are too frightened to accept.

Your mind is closed you do not see
Remove the blinkers from your eyes
and see the fairies everywhere.
All I can do is sympathise.

You do not really want to see.
Your version of reality
is all you think that there can be.
But still you dare to pity me.

(14-Aug-07)

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Patience is the key to survival

Good time comes
Good time goes
Bad time comes
Time keeps changing
Euphoria in good times
Sways us from reality
We tend to be careless
Take things easy
Everything is in disarray
When bad time comes
Every moment becomes difficult
It seems it’s not going to end
We have to be calm
Patience is the key to survival
When bad time comes

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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But I don't want to for M lady Ernestine

I wander freely mentally.
Enraptured by the things I see
within my worlds of fantasy.

I just reject reality
where nothing ever works for me.
Quite certain I would rather be

divorced from harsh reality
There is no comfort here for me
and live in my own fantasy.

A dream which cannot possibly
be realised apparently
Reluctantly I must agree.

That I am where I’m meant to be.
You can’t escape reality
and learn to act responsibly.

30-Mar-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Virtual Insanity

Written by jay kay and toby smith
Oh yeah what were living in (let me tell ya)
It a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big
That should be small
Who can tell what magic spells well be doing for us.
And Im giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I cant see, I cant breathe
No more will we be
And nothings gonna change the way we live
Cos we can always take and never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world were living in
And I just cant see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh now theres no sound for we all live underground
And Im thinking in what a mess were in
Hard to know when to begin
If I could slip the sicly ties that earthly man has made
And now every mother can choose the color of her child
Thats not natures way
Well thats what they said yesterday
Theres nothing left to do but pray
I think its time I found a new religion
Waoh its so insane to synthesize another strain
Theres something in these futures that we have to be told.
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh now theres no sound for we all live underground
Now theres no sound if we all live underground
And now its virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, theres nothing so bad, I know yeah
Instrumental break
Oh, this virtual insanity, were living in,
Has got to change, yeah
Things will never be the same
And I cant go on
While were living in oh, oh virtual insanity
Oh, this world has got to change
Cos I just, I just cant keep going on, it was virtual,
Virtual insanity that were living in, that were living in
That virtual insanity is what it is
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting of our new technology
Oh theres no sound for we all live underground
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Living - virtual insanity
Virtual insanity is what were living in

song performed by by Jamiroquai
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First Time For Everything

Since time has begun...
There has been the first time for everything.
The first time for this.
The first time for that.
The first of its kind and color.
The first to arrive.
The first to leave.
The first to be born.
Like Adam and Eve.
Why it was Adam first?
Then Eve?
Even today,
That is difficult for me to perceive...
Since women are the only ones,
We believe conceive!
And trying to understand this,
With comprehension?
I ask myself...
WHY is it that so many are caught up in conflict?
Why is it...
There are those who 'still' exist,
Who can not accept...
Reality?
Even under hypnosis...
Reality for some,
Will not be induced.
No matter if it is screamed,
From a pulpit!
To reduce to something exclusive!
That's how effective,
A conditioning process.
Once that has been done...
Reality for some,
Is as controlled as what they have been told.
And we all know how potent lies are!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War Against Dishonesty

The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.

Protecting one's life,
To live it at one's best...
Becomes a war against dishonesty.
And today everyone is suspect.

The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.

That which had been accepted,
As tried and true...
Has lost a credibility,
And respect of people too!

Those wishing to be of good deed,
Find their intentions dismissed.
While those who smear and campaign to defame...
Have become those endeared.
While in the darkest of crevices,
They are the ones putting labels on others.
With declarations to limit their influence!
With declarations to shame their gains.

This is the reality that has destroyed those delusioned.

The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.

Protecting one's life,
To live it at one's best...
Becomes a war against dishonesty.
And today everyone is suspect.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed As If Cemented

Those who remain with wishes,
To see things as they would choose to view them.
And not how things are.
Since things are the way they have been...
Unchanged and unbending.
Fixed as if cemented.
There is nothing to say,
To those like that.

Those who disbelieve,
Things are not as they are seen.
But 'should' be the way they would 'like'?
That is alright.
Do not frustrate in argument with them.
Your time...
Not theirs,
Is to mellow like fine wine.
Know this!

Others who have had these 'things'...
Just as they are and wish to leave them that way.
Defend their points of view.
Despite what it is you do.
Whether you condone what is done or not.

And it is difficult to get that across to some people.

But not for the few!
Who have chosen their own lives to live.
And have chosen to do the best they can...
To assist,
With any apparent awakening...
Some stand by and expect.

However,
If things as they are as observed are accepted...
By those affected.
And they wish things to be just the way they are?
'Left-a-lone! '
It is better to leave what is seen that way.
ALONE!

Turn away from it and live one's own life.
Frustration free and nurturing one's peace of mind!

Unless?
There is always an 'unless' involved.

Unless...
One has desires to remain in darkness!
And argue about the prospects,
Of a light that could shine...
Between two ears already known closed.

Optimistic people love the concept of options!

Although,
Some narrow minds will never open that wide!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Need You Have To Charade

Ever since I've known you,
You've done your best not to admit...
Insecurities you have.
And those habits that exist.
Done as if...
I am not aware.
Or conscious when you declare...
You have other things on your mind.

And when you find the time,
You will work on those things
Needing your attention to mend.
And this you admit!

Since this and other things are accepted,
By your friends...
Why do I seem the only one,
Offended by them?

Maybe there is a reality...
I suspect you have!
But have not seen begin.

Perhaps I am the only one,
Who tires from hearing your creative excuses.
Freshly made to hide behind your masquerades.

And they have long been outdated.
Just like the fake loyalty of your so called friends.

Although I do understand the need you have to charade.
It is your addiction to self abuse,
I do not find amusing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I feel like I've been robbed!

We've both made choices.
Not once did I question
Those you made.
I never compared your way of life...
Or whether you lived it right or wrong.
Or to how many charities you gave,
If any.

I did,
However...
Discovered you felt uncomfortable,
That I had felt at ease.
Knowing I had no exorbitant mortgage.
Or neighbors to keep up with to please.

Or that my basic life involved having no car to drive.
I enjoy all types of people.
But I am not one to wine and dine,
Or constantly socialize.
I had admired that about you.
You loved what you did and I did too!

But today,
You seem critical of the life I've made.
The only thing that has changed...
Is my age.
I've never been into 'things'
That could come and go away.
Or try to hold onto pretensions...
To show even though they fade.

What you valued is gone and did not stay.
And why that angers you...
Is between you and your 'beliefs'.
Don't try to hold that against me.
Wasn't it you who once said...
I was delusional and feared reality instead?
Well...
I am living in my 'reality'!
What have you found so upsetting about yours?

Oh...
Was it those things that made it more realistic?
Giving you more of a sense of self worth?
But why is it you feel that way now?
When I still have less 'things' than you!

'I don't have a car or a home anymore.
And last week I was laid off my job!
My 401k is worthless.
And I feel like I've been robbed! '

Gee.
That's too bad.
And all this time,
I've been feeling blessed.
And that's real odd!
Because I don't,
Right now...
Have a penny in my pocket!

And there you are...
Faithless!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Judgement Comes

Bad things happen to bad people
and bad things happen to good people.
They say only the good die young
but in driven droves the bad die young
also except when the bad die young
usually nobody notices and or nobody cares.

When bad things happen to good people
usually friends neighbours relatives people
will willingly come flock to their aid
but for the hand mind which chose evil paid
reality check is alarm wake up call delayed
death judgement waits for every soul rewards...

are made paid
according to choices
choices greedy good
or evil before the spade
all are weighed measured
in judgement of soul lost saved?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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