Perceptions Of Reality
Rushing back to get their seats,
After intermission has been announced completed...
Are those happily deluded and deceived.
And entertained with beliefs,
That their perceptions of reality have been validated.
And hushed they become as if in pews listening.
Regardless if performers backstage,
Do the best they can to remember their lines...
Between acts to keep it real,
For the ones who have yet to experience to see...
How such beliefs kept are pieced together,
Only those priviledged have been picked to conceal.
Monologues like speeches are seldom sermons,
Unrehearsed without much practice...
To be remembered to produce the right effect,
That satisfies those with expectations.
Re-enactments practiced capture and attract.
And those who are skilled at this know how to 'act'.
To then have those mesmerized when they leave,
Soliciting to advocate to reveal to others on the street...
What it is they 'too' should accept and believe,
As a reality that has been recently confirmed.
With lessons learned to quote and teach.
As if scriptures few would realize have been re-written.
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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Of a Useless Need For Assumptions Done
Presumptions have reached the junction,
Of a useless need for assumptions done.
It will be clarified as to which way...
Today is heading towards.
All mysteries will become nonexistent.
And those deluded with beliefs...
Fantasized by the applied means of deceit,
Will soon see for themselves...
An agreed upon reality reached.
And...
No one will dispute!
A delivery of an effectiveness,
That shall not be debated...
For purposes to refute.
Since what comes will not elude them!
Or anyone on planet Earth to refuse...
To leave with choices to accept or reject!
Or feel the neglect of being excluded.
The real deal descends upon us all!
With eyes and ears opened.
Mouths shut!
And breaths that are deeply taken.
Truth as it is...
Without hint of manipulation.
Or beliefs some have chosen,
On others to inflict!
This will not be lifted,
From varied religious affliations.
Truth as it is...
Has arrived to be revealed.
And coming to a mindset near you!
To shock and awe...
With lessons,
Of mass introduction!
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
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This Havoc
They attempt to silence those...
Who are against their beliefs!
And yet it is their beliefs...
That loudly shout out,
For change!
Nothing about them or what is valued,
Has remained the same.
And...
No one silenced has created this havoc!
Or with such a disturbance to focus on chaos.
Anyone seeking peace,
Is not looking for it through conflict!
No one is against their beliefs at all.
The concept is there!
The ideals are magnificent.
However...
The reality of the practice,
Is missing in action!
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Real Fiction
There are two kinds of fiction to find…
One in the world and the other in the mind.
When unpleasant things happen for real
With which the real mind is unable to deal,
It creates a world of fiction so it can survive
In order to justify that its unreal beliefs are alive.
These unreal beliefs have a real world all alone
As they deny real facts with data of their own.
Their fiction continues as world events transpire
With interpretation to support beliefs they require.
The world of fiction will collide with the world of real
As its members seek reality, it will lose its appeal.
Unless it dispenses with its delusions of the facts,
It will disappear as it's devoured by the reality it lacks.
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Of Those Experiences
You have every right in the keeping of your beliefs.
And to quote from notes of those who lecture,
From pulpits to pedestals in speeches that preach.
However...
You will not find me defending my own beliefs,
To convince anyone in debates that become heated...
Of those experiences to me that have come.
Leaving each one personalized to identify the origin.
And not one of those experiences,
Were achieved by the taking of notes to quote.
Or the rehearsing of that which I should,
Or should not have done in the process of my learning.
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Whose Truth Is Reality?
Whose truth is reality?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
It is odd how those say they do know God exist.
With bragging rights about their religious affiliations.
But ask one of them,
When was it they stepped out of their way...
Based solely on their faith?
Do you get a look in return that offends?
Or...
Do you get a sermon to hear,
With scriptures quoted...
To make their beliefs understood.
And for some reason...
Their carrying a Bible should make that clear?
And that question you had asked,
Goes unanswered.
As an excuse is made,
To leave from your presence...
As fast as they came.
And under their breath you are called a name.
People are not up to that task.
Disguising 'your' reality...
They prefer to hide,
Behind 'their' masks!
Whose truth is reality?
Really?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
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How happily you do the acting!
You are happy in this world
How happily you do the acting!
Happiness is a big fling!
How hard you try to conceal!
The real truth, your eyes reveal.
How hard you try to conceal!
How hard you try to do the acting!
No one loves any one
We love ourselves the most and crave for it
Rest is for the lust and for the benefit.
How hard you try to conceal the beast
No matter how, you are, small or big!
This is a real lip service
No one loves progress and peace.
How deep is the colour of your face- paint!
How hard you try to become a saint!
Whatever camouflage you adopt to conceal
The real intention, the acts of you reveal.
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Teleprompted Speeches
Teleprompted speeches
Prepared to deliver daily hype,
From those caught up in worshipping
The onslaught of their own dysfunctions!
And explanations are crafted.
Repeating disbelief,
In an accepted way as to not project
Total ignorance of the subject!
And lack of interest!
Direct eye contact is preferred.
There is something about it that can be trusted!
However...
So many are skilled at deception these days.
Watching one's brow furrowed...
Shows more frustration than truth is inside that head!
This hype keeps them up at night,
Hoping an obvious loss of credibility...
Will magically appear through presence and stature.
And all of this preparation is an act to deceive.
That's why they can not find peace in sleep!
The comfort of keeping their delusions scrolled.
Line after line defining times of crimes and corruption.
Hoping such methods will ease the shock that comes...
To those already numbed by marathoned appearances,
Of crooks protecting themselves!
And imaging leadership qualifications in expensive suits!
Duping hoodwinkers have one pursuit in their minds.
And that's to have you find them,
Worthy to represent...
Myths and beliefs that do not exist.
However,
The delusion to keep them as a process
Of a quality of life sustained in total fantasy...
And founded on criminal values,
Will maintain a christian charade.
And if these hypocrisies are attack...
At least the one who is elected,
Has to convince he or she has the experience
To lie brilliantly under pressure!
But the one not prompted to be perceived as packaged...
Should be selected.
However,
His competence and fantasticness overwhelms.
And they are not accustomed to that at all.
In fact that kind of commitment frightens them.
Nothing had they seen like this before.
Someone they can believe in comes.
And they are suspicious.
The others ready to perform their tricks...
Will lie in a minute.
Claiming what is seen on videotaped playbacks,
Has been misunderstood!
And this is what the people misrepresented,
Have been saying all along.
They have been misunderstood!
Teleprompted speeches will never reflect sorrows,
Or the patience they have had to endure...
Observing the costs of these self serving acts!
Written by folks so completely out of touch.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far removed from reality.
And so far...
It doesn't pay to practice.
There will still be malfunctions.
And no time to memorize which lies to tell!
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Unfounded By Hearsay
I spent five months,
Recuperating in a hospital...
Once.
And feeling depths of isolation,
With drifting expectations.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
Blessed I am to have had experiences,
Many with closed mindsets...
Have yet in their limited realities,
Been exposed to have bestowed.
And I have more of an understanding,
Of those who have managed to live alone...
With a pulling up of their bootstraps,
And to ignore those trapped...
With nothing else to offer but passed judgements,
Within walls of their false comfort zones.
And believing them to remain like that forever.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
If someone lies long enough to themselves,
And feed their lies to others to believe...
Reality,
When it finally arrives...
Is worse than facing a created enemy.
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Slick Sickening Shtick
Don't talk to me about your concepts of God.
Or part time faith,
You rarely use.
How can you say what it is you believe in...
When you have many issues,
Packed on your back with baggage too!
Don't praise His name and raise your concerns.
What from your prayers have you really learned?
And it's not luck that comes to those who are blessed.
God is working in their lives.
While you...
With your weak beliefs,
Think God only listens
When you recite from biblical text!
Don't talk to me about your concepts of God.
Or quote from scriptures memorized to spew!
The depths of your understanding,
Is not deep at all!
If that is quite obvious to me...
What do you think God does,
When He hears from you?
With your shallow insights,
Brewed and simming in materialistic calls!
Moaning about something you can't undo!
As if God delivers from a shopping mall!
There to accept returns of purchases,
You don't like!
And 'may' have worn!
To some social function,
Adorned the night before right up until dawn!
You can 'try' to manipulate me!
But everything done,
God knows what it is we do!
And foolish you are...
To think of God as a tool,
To use and abuse!
These lessons are learned.
Apparently not by you!
One day you will open your eyes and see...
Nothing God has made was done accidently.
Do you know the meaning of blasphemy?
I suggest you absorb the meaning quick.
Since God is getting tired of your nonsense!
And all of your slick sickening shtick!
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
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Appearing On The Horizon
Depressingly uninformed,
Are the ones out of touch.
And stand they do on the backs of prinicples,
To keep those divided with beliefs...
Distanced from truths.
And hidden behind comments,
Spiked with lies so much.
Speaking from one side of one's mouth,
To say what those listening wish to hear...
And at another event to say something else,
With an interest to advocate falsities in ears...
Clearly diminishes,
A climate already infested by fears.
But no one can deny reality appearing on the horizon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excited Magic
Perceptions kept,
Remains the 'key'...
For anyone with firm beliefs,
A philosophy adopted...
Keeps a life on a path free,
Of mental strife.
And living an existence one likes!
Uncluttered by deceptions...
Coming to sweep so many,
Into embittered confrontations.
To leave them drifting 'to and fro'...
With inclinations hidden.
That mask insecurities no one knows.
Perceptions kept,
Remains the 'key'...
To erase wrongs pieced together desperately.
With attempts to fit into a world...
No longer sustaining an excited magic,
Fading from an implementation,
Making less sense as documented.
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Just Curious
What don't they get?
'Reality.'
But hasn't it been there?
'It has.
For everyone to accept and believe.'
Then what has been the problem?
'Well...
There were those with money,
Who came to alter reality for decades.
However...
Something has occurred recently,
That has come to change everything.'
What is that?
'It seems that the Sun, Moon and Earth,
Have had other plans all along.
And no one regarded them,
As being thinking entities.'
I see.
So all of their conflicts,
Have generated from myths?
'How am I suppose to know?
I am here just to be a witness.
Remember?
Remember when you retired me,
And so many others...
From those positions as messengers?
Remember when you 'downsized' us?
And outsourced our jobs? '
Hey!
Don't get 'snooty' with ME.
I was just curious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birthmark
Assimilation done,
Is easily accepted with effect...
When within one's reach.
And this kind of assimilation,
Isn't difficult to teach.
Especially when the aspects of it,
Is as obvious as a birthmark...
Nearly impossible to bleach.
What is implemented stays to keep.
With a disfiguring of perceptions but not beliefs.
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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.
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An Interlude We Are Doing In The Sharing Of Our Perceptions
Name 'one' time,
I disagreed with your beliefs.
Name...
If you can,
That one time...
I went ahead with a disrespecting done,
Of what you said.
'Just last week,
You told me my faith was bogus.
And two weeks before that...
You told me I wasted time,
Trying to find comraderie amongst those,
Obviously hypocrites who deceived with their lies.
A month ago,
You said to me...'
Wait just one minute!
Name 'one' time,
I disagreed with your beliefs.
Name...
If you can,
That one time...
I went ahead with a disrespecting done,
Of what you said.
I said 'one' time!
You are just like the others.
Always trying to find fault.
And I am not like that at all.
I did NOT disagree with your beliefs.
You misunderstood my observations given...
As opinions.
And I merely made strong recommendations,
With suggestions you should take.
I am never one to be opinionated!
You see...
That's how people misinterpret,
Innocently exchanged communication.
'So what is it that we are sharing now? '
An interlude we are doing in the sharing of perceptions.
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We Have No Similar Interests
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
You had fast backing from a society.
Many professed as normal.
The one that sets standards...
With values to achieve.
You also had 'close' friends,
You spent time with.
I lived in my own 'world'.
And your laughter persisted.
Until it recently has drifted,
Away.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that attack now you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
Why am I now,
Getting your unanswered calls?
We have no similar interests.
None that bestows a wish,
To speak to you.
And all that I have gone through...
I just let my telephone ring.
Often to go unnoticed.
Any hellos I wish to here...
Are personal and exchanged,
When I am near...
From ear to ear.
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