Persisting To Exist To Pester
If it has been what it is,
And you've been made to believe...
It was not!
And you discover a truth from you,
Has been intentionally dismissed.
What else is there connected,
To your disbeliefs...
Persisting to exist to pester?
Perhaps you should investigate,
This annoyance that irritates.
To uncover why it insists to prick you.
Why keep defying in denial the reality of it!
If you don't mind,
I would like to leave you with this...
I wouldn't continue to question its existence.
I would suspect the validity of those beliefs you keep.
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vicious Repetitiousness
As night comes...
I begin hours of denial.
Why I put myself on trial,
I ask...
And hear no response.
Why have I allowed my emotions
To stack and pile?
As if someone will discover them,
And take the time to sit with them awhile!
As night comes...
I smile as I revisit memories.
I am connected until sunrise
When dawn begins to etch and leave shadows!
Upon grass and leaves...
Robins seen and Sparrows!
This darkness on my shoulder rides and whispers.
Influenced and addicted I become.
Succumbed and borrowing moments,
From a youth unchallenged that has gone!
Am I longing to swagger and charm with song?
As night comes...
I begin hours of denial.
Why I put myself on trial,
I ask...
And hear no response.
Why have I allowed my emotions
To stack and pile?
As if someone will discover them,
And take the time to sit with them awhile!
As night comes...
I smile as I revisit memories.
I am connected until sunrise
When dawn begins to etch and leave shadows!
Upon grass and leaves...
Robins seen and Sparrows!
This darkness on my shoulder rides and whispers.
Influenced and addicted I become.
Succumbed and borrowing moments,
From a youth unchallenged that has gone!
Am I longing to swagger and charm with song?
It has become routine and much repetitious,
This anguish.
And still your hand held...
Is remembered as being warm.
And I continue on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
Until I awaken
To break a mold of myself I made that has to go!
It has to split!
I want to feel a brighter side inside that fits!
Forgetting about any repetition at all...
And how a viciousness I encouraged to exist,
Is shown the exit and leaves me pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth/Opinion
He who stands alone to codify a belief
Will inherit much grief.
Without the vindication
Of shared affirmation
How can he hope to be right.... or feel right?
Is it worth being right if it means you're alone?
This is my plight
The hardest part of declaring my truth is that... it is my own
And even though denial does not affect the status of truth
It feels so, as if the roof
Of my house... has just caved in
As if I'm the one committing a sin
When really I'm right, I must be right
This is not something that 'might'
I must be right because this is everything!
I will not swing
Nor to the right nor to the left, but my truth feels less true
When I don't have the approval of him or her... or you
How can they just say it's my opinion?
It's the truth! My justification
But their denial, denies my vindication
As the sole defender of this truth which is immutable... I feel wrong
I'm losing my song, cause now they've convinced me
And I don't know what to think, I can no longer see
My truth clearly
Because now it's clouded in doubt and uncertainty
Without affecting its validity or trueness... they've made me question
Even the things I've ALWAYS held most true...
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Searching the truth
Nothingness of negation or
Negation of nothingness....
In self, we are the negation of nothingness,
But we allow the nothingness for self.
We allow the nothingness of consciousness
As a perpetual flight of the being.
We exist in self and we exist for self,
In a cartesian duality,
In a latin con-cretum,
When the certain being surpasses that being toward nothingness.
If Jesus did not exist,
the Christians would not be existent,
But Christians are existent.
No one can deny Jesus, as Son of the God,
And say that He is non-existent, at the same time,
As Son of The God,
Because no one can deny something that
Is non-existent,
As no one can deny the real essence of the existent.
The non-existent things are part of the reality.
He is existent in the Christian's mind.
He is non-existent in other's mind.
He is in idea.
There are too many wars for this idea..
Negation of nothingness
Lead to nothingness of negation
In a double negation.
Jesus is necessary for salvation,
Jesus is essential for salvation.
We need to be sanctified,
We need to be better than we are.
Without the assertion of existence,
The negation cannot destroy it.
We have a metaphysical necessity,
While God has His necessity of Himself.
And what would be the purity of intention
And the truth
Without this?
The denial of noes, which means fertilization, at Hegel,
The absolute duty to tell the truth, at Kant...
The human lie at Schopenhauer.
The existence and the non-existence,
Seemingly, an irreconcilable antithesis....
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(Anti Prejudice Poem) Clout Of Fame
When ideals are favored.
The truth shall be abandon for things better savored.
As it sometimes brings nothing but disgust.
A bitter taste you can't get out no matter how hard you try.
A spitting upon the pavement until memories fade.
How could we ever allow it?
A ignorant denial when we know it's going on all the time.
A religious belief of the out sight and out of mind.
Silence we tell them everything is fine,
A justification to investigate things in house,
As if their wouldn't be any bias,
A dismissive response to anyone speaks up.
It didn't happen.
You now have to leave because we have found nothing to substantiate your accusations,
With you gone so will be the problem.
But the root never being pulled it will resurface again and again,
It something that we can not defend.
Their nothing so righteous in existence.
That we should completely ignore something so wrong,
We can't stain such a precious name.
Letters etched upon history.
Read it out aloud and be proud of what he was.
Never mind what occurred under his rule.
Such is the clout of fame.
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Discrediting Actuality
Which is worse...
Living in denial?
Or being on trial
For commiting acts of truth?
Revealing observations as they are,
Scars a mind attached to illusions.
A fear connected to reality,
Only exposes a common use of lies!
Discrediting actuality
Will not change facts from what is seen!
Unless a total existence of life itself,
Becomes declared obscene.
And much of that can not be questioned.
Or initiate a fight to disagree.
We're all 'nuts' apparently!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Behind The Shadows Of Others
How do I recognize a demonic influence?
It demands to interfere with one's peace of mind...
With an annoyance kept.
Seeking to be understood.
And trying to convince that an interpretation of life,
From behind the shadows of others easily influenced...
Is the rule to be followed.
And seeks to whisper doubts and curious conflicts,
In one ear to confuse with fear and procrastination.
And insists it does...
With criticisms directed and made,
Towards others not tolerating this nonsense.
With a spreading of lies to isolate and defame.
Especially those...
On a path taken and chosen with experience to clear,
Familiarized debris...
That tries to prevent a consciousness,
Already introduced to truth!
And those demonically influenced,
Are deceivers of truth...
And anything remotely connected,
With an attached understanding of it.
One demonic wishes to stick,
With a sweetness that delays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Continue With Such Senselessness
You will not destroy this creation made.
Although you will try with your divisiveness...
To continue with such senselessness.
With proof your hatred,
Can and will be soon dismissed!
You may attempt to succeed,
By stirring up worldly conflicts.
But your destruction of this planet,
Will no longer be allowed to exist.
A higher intelligence comes to dispense,
A knowledge it inflicts...
To put an end to the wickedness.
And those unconvinced...
Will find the evidence,
In ways they'll discover...
A superior consciousness,
Comes to leave them all defenseless!
And it is clear,
These 'beings' are already here...
Witnessing the foolishness,
To end it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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None Of It Desired Is Left To Protect
Use every element possible within your reach,
At your leisure.
Find it necessary to block the onslaught,
Of exposing attacks...
Upon a reality thought solid of unending facts.
Conditioned with beliefs kept as your secret weapon.
Keep them trapped,
And locked away in an unchanging mind...
As memories to discuss in debate,
With someone you would love to berate...
To find their theories of bigotry and hatred outdated.
One day you will awaken to discover the waste.
And your time spent dwindling,
Clinging onto delusions that are being removed,
From truth.
That same truth you used and filled,
With surrounding smoked screened fantasies...
Easily produced.
That very same truth,
You accused others you shamed and defamed...
Like so many who are now on the pursuit of sanity.
And anything that remotely expresses it!
Don't be surprised if lies you have kept sheltered.
With a wish to dissolve them from your existence....
Are very much alive and kept within your daily touch.
Remember this...
You fought to keep them,
Just the way they are.
And erasing them from your sight overnight,
Is going to be a challenge to regain and sustain...
Whatever you maintain is normalcy and correctness.
Since none of it desired is left to protect.
Not the way you suspect it should be!
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Preferring to Align Yourself With Routine
Remember...
Truth is not what you decide it is.
If you are suffering from the acknowledgement of it...
And can not free yourself from an assortment of beliefs,
There is nothing about truth you will accept.
Even if God answered your prayers...
You would still be in denial.
Preferring to align yourself with routine.
And not a deliverance with concrete meaning.
That would be too much reality!
Wouldn't it?
You could not live without relying upon delusions.
Or an embellishment of your activities.
You've become accustomed to structure,
And dictation.
With a place to hide where you can go lie to yourself.
Concealed in neurotic freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truthified
It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a tremendous part,
Of our ever growing bout with reality!
People would believe anything
They were told.
A cure for anything
Would be sold on TV.
Accountability?
It wouldn't exist at all!
Disrespect would be accepted.
A diminished mindset...
With a decreased quality of life,
Would prevail!
And lies?
Well...
It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a huge part
Of reality!
There seems to be an overflow of it!
And you know what 'they' say...
About having too much of a good thing?
It just seems 'too' good to be true!
We've been 'truthified'.
And even denial has achieved glouting status!
'Are you being sarcastic? '
Who me?
NEVER!
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?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden Truths
In darkness we see nothing,
It is nothing,
Only blackness,
Solitude,
Aloneness.
In a world of light we see everything,
It is everything.
Light fills the gaps in our minds showing us reality,
Truth,
Existence.
When the lights go off and darkness comes,
Everything we knew is lost,
It becomes consumed by the nothing,
Hidden,
Lost.
Everything is engulfed in nothing,
It is hidden from our mind,
Yet it is still there,
Exists,
Is.
Blindness is like the darkness,
With a dark curtain covering our perception,
And things still exist in the world,
Reality,
Fact.
Darkness is the emptiness of seeing,
The lack of evidence of existence,
Yet without perceived minds they are still there,
Exist,
Are.
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Going To Be Left To Leave
Wouldn't it be nice,
If we were not enticed by temptations.
And peace wished to exist,
Would not be marketed...
With such a high price to pay for it.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If people lived with values...
Others respected.
And did not discover them to take away.
But left them alone to appreciate.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those differences God sees fit...
Were actually accepted,
And all who live to witness it...
Would think of themselves as blessed.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those asleep would awaken with wishes...
To leave behind their selfish ways,
To realize there is only one Earth.
And the Earth comes first.
And no matter who 'has' or believes 'what'...
No one or that which is claimed to possess,
Stays to remain without a transition.
Everything shown is going to be left to leave,
On Earth as it is meant to be.
Right where they are...
The Sun, Moon, Earth and Stars,
Are not in conflict.
If they were...
You and I would not exist,
To make claims of ownership.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Can I? 2
stuck in my room,
another day i feel trapped,
doing what i don't want to do,
can't excape it,
you want to cut,
because it was your only
way out,
how can i continue to live?
with a life,
that has so many problem,
how can i tell my deepest problem,
when i know where they will lead me,
but, is it better than the place i
am now?
how can i find the strenght,
to get the help that i need?
when it so hard to accept,
that you were wrong,
after a whole year,
but, it better late than never,
wouldn't you say,
i'm tiried ot ending in the same place,
over and over,
because of stubborness,
when it just holding me back,
from doing what needs to get done,
but i'm left asking,
how can i change what i don't like?
when you on the thin line of,
reality and denial,
reality is hard to face,
while denial,
tells you what you want to hear,
but, than again,
that's the only reason i keep asking,
how can i?
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5-1-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Too Shrewd to Be Aloof
You chose a pace that chases ghosts.
A speed with irony I once did heed.
Believing your choice was to leave me most...
I became amused and ignored your lead.
But I do admit I am quite surprised,
My mind and eyes still discover you...
Too shrewd to be aloof.
And far too connving...
To again with you to uncover truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need of Permanent Hibernation
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are not only detrimental.
They have become so engrained,
That the cost of defending against...
The use of common sense,
Has depleted everyone from recognizing...
That a connection between common sense,
And the application of truth...
Is where the true victory can be located.
And avoiding these intentionally...
Creates the onslaught of devastation.
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are in need of permanent hibernation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Equally Sheltered And Confused
You can not believe what is going on?
And in your disbelief,
You seek and explanation for it?
Perhaps you should ask yourself this question...
'Where have I been not to have been a witness.
And how much of reality,
Have I chosen to dismiss? '
Whatever it is that is in existence today,
To even admit not to have known about this...
Is to personally announce the living in denial.
And the mind that you have,
Is both isolated and limited.
Leaving you not alone to share this point of view,
With others who too...
Are equally sheltered and confused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Can't You Drop Them...
You 'believe'...
In concepts deep within you.
And yet your beliefs,
Satisfy you not with comfort?
Or free your steps,
Without regretful movement?
You attract conflicts,
That daily attack!
And yet a protection,
Of hypocrisy...
Has created that!
With a pattern offering no objection?
And you tell me,
The life I live...
Although free of those agonies
You suffer...
Is based on delusions I enforce?
That my 'divorce' from those 'realities'
You embrace with a loyal devotion...
Have been endorsed by a fantasy?
And dysfunctions I've set into motion,
Are disguises of my actual emotions?
And I've focused on pretentions,
Instead of pain that goes ignored?
That I have not honestly explored,
My limitations!
That may well be true!
However...
Which one of us expresses a happiness,
And a grateful attitude for its existence?
I wish not to question your beliefs.
But your faith in application,
Seems to lack a convincing appreciation.
With an uplifted joy to be so blessed!
Willing to confess it...
With each opportunity you get!
Unless that too,
Is absent of any truth...
You desire produced,
Behind your elaborate 'cloaking'!
And I am sure that is your reason,
And purpose...
To have such beliefs?
To keep them out of sight,
As you delight in discreeted loneliness.
Such bliss should be envied and seen.
You should wish them known and shown,
I would suspect.
Don't you?
Isn't that the meaning behind having such beliefs?
To have such feeling shared and released?
If not,
Why can't you dropp them...
Instead of those tears,
That appear very real to me!
Falling periodically from your face!
And not one of your eyes sparkle,
With unhesitating excitement!
Or expose your pleasure,
With traces I can identify as contented joy.
I don't detect your beliefs being present.
Not as frequently as I hear your cries,
About a survival you have chosen...
In a denial you refuse to address.
Perhaps you view that as a criticism,
Instead of an opportunity...
To put a smile on your outlook!
Or maybe that too is too much of a risk?
And you are afraid,
You just may give the wrong impression!
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