Perception
People do choose to protect their delusions,
In ways they've been taught...
Feels safe.
And perception plays a major part,
In the separating of truth...
From one's mind and heart!
If someone believes what another has said...
Little if any research will be done,
Before what has been shared is spread.
And this eases the way,
For a round of gossip to land in one's head.
And perception plays a major part,
In the separating of truth...
From one's mind and heart!
People do choose to protect their delusions,
In ways they've been taught...
Feels safe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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i'm lost and confuse,
my heart want you,
but it afraid of getting hurt,
and taking a chance,
i'm only with him,
becuz he knows my past,
he knows me,
or maybe not,
but i feel safe,
not happy,
safe that not much will be lost,
if i take this road,
than be with you,
you are amazing,
in every single way,
i feel safe with you,
i feel i can trust you,
i feel you get me,
in ways i've been looking for,
all of this time i'm running around blind,
you get the things,
i don't want to have to explain,
you kind of know by my moods,
how far you can push me,
and kind of when to stop,
why am i with the person i don't want to be?
am i searching for something else?
a mother in law,
that reminds me of mine?
so lost and confuse,
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yet why am i having to choose,
between that one special person,
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in so many ways,
than that one person,
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Options of Deceit
I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.
And what I discovered about truth...
Had me dilute those delusions,
Until I was able to let them go completely.
I did not know truth and honesty...
Were not options of deceit?
Did you?
I believed deceit was used,
To protect those afraid to be too honest.
And I had heard that truth hurts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose a Removal of Delusions
If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
Eliminate,
The pacing!
And do,
What it takes.
It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions.
It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions,
Of the one that runs.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.
Just sit back,
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.
Relax and...
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.
If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
Eliminate,
The pacing!
And do,
What it takes.
It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions.
Relax and...
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
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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Why Do I Go
There are those who ask me why?
Why do I go to fight fight and maybe die.
For many reasons I answer the call.
Some will understand others not at all.
Because I am a warrior
my given orders I must obey.
To seek and destroy all those
who align with evildoers.
Because of my ideals and values.
Yes I will go I will man the lines.
I will fight because my heart tells me.
I must protect my loved ones.
My loved ones because I cannot bear
perception of their pain
or forever gone from my care.
Yes I must respond.
I go because I believe tyrants threaten.
To gain dominance by force
instill fear and harm.
To innocent gentle souls.
I go because somewhere
someone's freedom.
is jeophardized.
Held captive of terror and threat.
I must fight despite great odds.
Keeping safe all people's right.
To live and choose freely
to realize each's hopes and dreams.
To protect the privilege
of everyone's natural right
to voice unafraid their feelings.
To carry on that fight I must go.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Angered That Truth Now Sits
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
The obviousness of it had yet to arrive,
In my environment.
And the mindsets of the people,
Were still locked into blocking...
Anything that dealt with truth.
When it was spoken,
Voices were raised in protest.
Accusations of being negative were mentioned.
People had become sensitive in the protection,
Of their delusions.
With a defending of their ignorance!
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
Today?
People are protesting the fading away,
Of their delusions.
They have begun angered that truth now sits.
Truth has declared it remains to stay!
And not make a temporary visit.
People have become upset with it!
And obsessed with the turning back of a clock.
A clock that has long ran out of time...
For them to find themselves and embrace reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once From Their Sight 'Your' Treasures Leave
As long as someone 'assumes' there is a benefit,
You will be shown some aspect of respect.
By those who prioritize the feeding of their needs.
And you might be left to believe,
Any attention you receive from them...
Is a result of your radiant personality.
There is nothing wrong with 'your' perception.
If from them you now get a wished reception.
In an atmosphere of shared embellishments.
We all keep some delusions handy and accessible.
However,
This is generally the 'observed' scenerio:
If you have nothing others can value,
Or 'things' available that impress...
On sight and can be used.
To address 'their' hangups and insecurities?
No one is brave enough to face seriously.
You will not maintain their attention!
Listen...
Maybe with a mention of disgust on their lips.
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!
This is felt as you will witness this.
Especially once from their sight,
'Your' treasures leave!
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!
That's just how it is...
In the land of 'opportunity'.
Where the breeding of this has yet to cease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Allowing Themselves to Die
They are allowing themselves to die.
As if to hide their indisgressions.
They lie to themselves.
To protect from an array of delusions.
Infections inflicted,
And they still sit.
Worrying if their incest infestations...
Will save them from the grave.
So they pray as taught.
Believing this protects them from hidden sins.
Believing denials provide a truth,
As a darkness closes in.
Believing no one knows,
They suffer from their own chosen sorrows.
Hoping tomorrow will erase their disgrace.
But they have replaced honesty!
And that is written on each and every face.
They choose to be fools.
And that with deception to them is traced!
Quietly...
Although without honor or with grace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Part of the Mix
I can decide not to accept.
And most times I do not hesitate,
In procrastination.
Or I can choose between singing the blues.
To a thumbing of my nose to misery.
Either way...
It is still 'my' life!
And...
Not a perception of what someone else believes.
My life is real to me to live it completely,
With happiness if I so please.
And I do,
Wish a life...
Free of disturbing obstacles.
And,
To continue...
If any part of my life concerns you,
That too will be shared!
But if it doesn't...
You need not worry,
About a judgement on me to pass.
Most likely it will be ignored...by me!
Since my gratefulness is directed,
To the only 'One' that has bestowed upon me blessings!
And in my eyes, mind, body and soul...
You are not part of 'that mix' on any transfixing level.
All of this here you see,
Is God made.
Whether you like it or not to accept or reject.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pay Up
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
They wish their safety,
As long as someone else is delayed.
And when a perception their security is weak...
Immediately they accuse the government,
Of not doing its best to protect their manicured...
And suburban profiled streets.
So pathetically crazed,
They accuse the current administration...
Of being too much in their lives.
And these same people have claimed recently,
The government should spend more...
To ensure their interests are not terrorized.
So sick with thick self righteousness,
These same folks wish for economic bliss to exist.
While living lives indebted...
To unpaid loans,
And fantasies charged to overwhelming credit.
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
And they just don't get it!
No one is left who is willing to hold their breath...
For repayment or an extension to prolong delusions.
And those in control of those foreign banks,
Are simply saying, 'Pay up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Noticeable Shifts
With hopes that one's perception of change,
Is observed without them experiencing the effects of it.
Can be considered,
A 'derangement' of sorts.
And inflicted by...
An apparent malfunctioning of reason taught,
And valued.
Some sit and wish,
For a painless delivery.
Wanting to claim they've gone through a change,
With a clinging onto a way of life done...
That remains comfortably for them the same.
Changes are drastic with noticeable shifts.
Sacrifices are made.
Some are physical.
Others mental.
Either way,
Emotions play a major part...
In the distributing of what comes to exist.
And those who believe they can avoid a life of anguish...
Are dealing with serious issues of acceptance.
With beliefs they can be ignored as exceptions,
As they pray to pick and choose...
A kind of life to live,
With a sweetened treatment that is obstacle free.
And handed to them with a gentleness,
That is smooth like a tune hummed and grooved.
'What is that noise heard in the background? '
~Someone fussing over facts.
And boo-hooing over a life they lived,
With a wish to have it back.~
Changes are drastic with noticeable shifts.
Sacrifices are made.
Some are physical.
Others mental.
Either way,
Emotions play a major part...
In the distributing of what comes to exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Gone Again
You ask me why my mind goes to wanderin',
And how can I be so many people in the meantime.
I try to tell you, but words can't find my way,
All I can tell you is, believe me, I really understand.
It goes round and round after round, I'm gone again.
My mind gets lonely and my heart starts of ramblin',
With my sweet life, my crazy heart starts to gamblin'.
The saddest of winds blow in my mind, stealing my time, o no, there I go again.
I go round and round after round, I'm gone again.
Some people tell me I think they hold on forever,
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know if I could ever hold on forever.
Lettin' go, lettin' go feels so groovy now, oo feels so groovy now.
Sweet summer falls on my mind like the dawning,
I watch the witches casting spells in the morning.
Sing the stranger, the brewing, the sweet of the brew,
To know what you're doing is so hard to do.
It goes round and round and around, I'm gone again.
Something tells me that maybe I can maintain forever,
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know if I could ever hold on forever.
Lettin' go, lettin' go feels so groovy now, oo feels so groovy now.
I see a lady, my crazy heart starts to question,
Can't we lay by here a while and love this one?
Then my sweet life comes dancing by, takes me by the hand,
The sweetest romancing to the stranger will never never end.
And I go with her, round and round and around, I'm gone again.
song performed by by Quicksilver Messenger Service
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What Is Truth?
What is Truth? said those of old,
Who, oft warned by Israel's God,
Whose daring deeds, then all untold,
Brought down on them the Avenger's rod.
What is Truth? was asked by one
Whom Israel had been taught to fear,
Whilst, with scorn, he looked upon
The very truth that was so near.
What is Truth? said Pilate, when
The truth had reached his inmost heart
Washing clean his hands again,
In murder, said he'd have no part.
What is Truth? the sland'rer says—
Is it to blast my neighbours' name;
Them defaming all my days—
Acting as though I had no shame?
What is Truth? the tyrant said,
Whilst he enslav'd his fellow-man:
Now my will shall be obey'd,
For who my right will dare to scan?
What is Truth? the miser says,
While counting o'er his ill-got gain:
What care I for her good ways,
So I the 'yellow dross' obtain.
What is Truth? the sceptic says,
While doubt and fears annoy his path:
Shall I heed her peaceful ways,
Or meet at last indignant wrath?
What is Truth? the Christian cries,
Publishing a Saviour's love,
While from earth to heaven he hies—
To the starry realms above.
What is Truth? I may not tell—
What is 'the Truth' shall be made known;
What is Truth, remember well,
Is firm as God's eternal throne!
poem by Benjamin Cutler Clark
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Confused?
Deep within ones self there is a darkness
one that makes myself feel like i am slowly consuming thy self.
like entering a part of your mind that you wish to banish but
remains inside you. like drowning in ones own taught, or falling
into despair the very despair your mind created.
is it possible for one to protect ones self from
that witch defines it. is it truly possible to
fight what you are. the unwanted or undesired part of ones mind
is truly what defines you....................
but can it control you? can it consume u?
confusion is a virus that feeds off of your mind.
.....until nothing becomes clear
poem by Randy Peralta
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So Vulnerable
I need to choose.
I need to believe.
The truth in your eyes,
The truth in your kiss,
The truth in your words,
The truth in your Heart.
I need to know.
I need to trust.
The truth in your tears,
The truth in your lips,
The truth in your mind,
The truth in your love.
poem by Heather Z. Hanna
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A Guardian Angle
Alas, How hard its the lose of the feeling of being safe!
Who knows how it feels Hard to describe !
Just its like it have been centuries
Since I've lost the feeling of having a guardian angle upon my head
To have someone to know that he always cares
Whenever you go his heart will chase your steps
Near or far he always will protect your ways
Everytime You cry he will come to wipe away your aches
To be sure that he never cheats
Just because he cares
The one who believes in honesty of love sense. Whenever you knock the doors of loneliness
He will be the safety shelter to Chase away the devil of loneliness
Whenever you are he will be always there
The feeling of having a shelter how I missed being there
The feeling of being home with the tenderful hug full of care
A wide opened wings when it's stormy raining days
Alas, how much I missed to be there!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Some Peace Of Mind
so tired and weary,
i cant go on.
tired of facing
the night alone.
climbing the mountain,
only to fall.
pounding my fists,
against the wall.
there is a wind,
that has no name.
that stills the heart,
and eases the pain.
there must be a home,
on down the line.
i just want...
some peace of mind.
how many battles
can you fight and lose?
how many roads
for a man to choose?
how many days
in the heat of the sun?
how many trials
before you're done?
there is a wind,
that has no name.
that stills the heart,
and eases the pain.
there must be a home,
on down the line.
i just want...
some peace of mind.
i gave my heart,
i gave my soul.
all the things,
that i could hold.
i stared the devil
in the eye,
spoke the truth,
i couldnt deny.
there is a wind,
that has no name.
that stills the heart,
and eases the pain.
there must be a home,
on down the line.
i just want...
some peace of mind.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Our child once grown
What if my wife revealed that she was pregnant by me?
However, what if our child one day chose simply not to believe?
In nine months and eighteen years, I need to answer this question.
Nine months for God and my wife to give birth to the little one.
Eighteen year for us to train them in the way that they should go.
But, it is our child choice in whom to believe once grown and outside our front door.
At home, our child shall be instructed about the consequences of their sin.
Our child will understand the punishment of God for sin in the end.
I will train our child up in the Godly way that they should always go.
I will show them the love of the wonderful God I personally know.
Once grown, by us, our child shall be shown how to live life righteously.
Regardless in whom they believe, they will always be our child to me.
How would I feel if in spite of everything I taught and showed our child?
Our child decided, once grown, to take another way in life for a while.
Although taught while young not to steal; once grown they stole any way.
Although taught while young not to lie; once grown they lied every day.
Would I abandon them as quickly as the rest of the world?
Would they still be the prized apple of your heart and still be daddy’s little boy or girl?
Still, there is always a chance our child might choose in God not to believe.
If our child does, it is not because of the lack of the right instructions from me.
I will love our child even if by their life they chose not to follow God.
Because no matter what our child is an important part of my heart.
In who to continue to believe that major choice of life shall be their own.
But, they are still our child though they choose not to believe or act right once grown.
poem by Reginald Walker
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Time To Get Alone
I looked at you baby
And what did I see
I saw love in your eyes
Made me feel so warm inside
Now look at me baby
And what do you see
You see love in my eyes
Gleaming just for you
And now we know its
Time to get alone
To get alone
And just be together
Well only be together
Come and do a couple days
Just a ways
Away from the people
And safe from the people
The pine-scented air
Smells so good in the snow
In our toboggan well go
Screaming down the mountainside
The touch of your cheeks
When theyre rosy and cold
Feels so cozy to hold
Just to take you close
And make you warm and
Time to get alone
To get alone
And just be together
Well only be together
Come and do a couple days
Just a ways
Away from the people
And safe from the people
Lyin down on our backs
Lookin at the sky
Looking down through the valley so
Deep and wide
Arent you glad we finally got away
Glad we finally got away
Arent you glad we finally got away
Now I looked around baby
And what do I see
I see love in your eyes
And Im so glad that we
Finally had some
Time to get alone
To get alone
And just be together
Well only be together
Come and do a couple days
Just a ways
Away from the people
And safe from the people
song performed by by Beach Boys
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