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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Brimming to the Rim In Denial
Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
That can not be erased,
As seen.
No matter who declares,
What 'is' or is not obscene.
Truth is not another version of deceit.
To be interpreted to inspire a life of delusions.
And delusions have never strengthened reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Pay To Stay Fantasized
It doesn't pay to stay fantasized with delusions.
It can become very awkward to dismiss the truth,
When one's life is now depending on it...
To piece together something,
That will help them to understand...
How to accept it without embellishment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Denial
You are my only daughter, I guess I made you twice
You look inside my other, hell give you bad advice
I will tell you Im ok, but deep inside Im afraid
I dont drink holy water, Im not a son of christ
I aint no black messiah, and I dont load my dice
You can tell me youre all right, but why you so afraid?
Youre in denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Youll never believe it, you never believe its you
I dont think Im amazing. in fact Im quite insane
To live inside my bucket, with all my plastic chains
People tell me every time, I look at the wron all right
Youre in denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Youll never believe it, you never believe its you
Youll never believe it, you never believe it
Secrets told you, dreamland holds you, secrets told you
You wouldnt believe it, you couldnt conceive it
Secrets told you...
You wanna receive it, you gotta believe its you
Youre on a trip already, Im tripping out alright
Ill get there slow and steady, just sit and hold on tight
Denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its true, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its you, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its gonna be alright, just hold on thight
Its gonna be alright, just hold on thight
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Purely Metaphysical-Letters to a Consciousness Waiting in Waste Letter X
Suffering made a brief visit in my life early this morning.
Instead of finding you last night I was found by another. She would not compete.
However mistakes had to be made in order for me to grow to the next realisation of truth.
Truth that I love you and no other.
Truth that you live and grow in my heart.
Truth that you are always in my thoughts.
Truth that I must tell you how I feel.
More and more, I grow courageous enough to express my compassion for you.
Truth is to live my life with you, freely and forever.
I will never hurt truth.
I will live and love truth.
I will know, understand and believe truth.
I will do everything I can to let you know truth.
I will not fear truth.
If you reject me, I will still love.
If you accept me, we will become love.
The truth of love
poem by Steve Bergwerff
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selective Statistics
No one should expect
Those living in denial to accept
A foundation of truth to pursue reality.
It will not happen!
Beliefs maintained and sustained...
Keeps traditions medicated,
With just the right dose of sanity.
Allowing a life much more bearable
To share with others who are just as narrow minded,
And easier to identify...
With selective statistics that support
Their reasons to exist with a false sense of purpose.
No matter how shallow the routine and commitment
To focus on activities that are clearly out of touch,
And smothering.
Although they are in constant search and development...
To find something that validates
An ignorance fostered upon generation after generation
And declared antiques and treasures...
Artifacts!
Even though nothing is more worthless than a waste of time,
Collected to boost a much exaggerated history.
Mainly nurtured in isolation and encouraged to flourish,
Above and beyond anything discovered on Earth.
And that takes a lot of devoted promotion!
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?
Copyright © 2009
5-1-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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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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It Implies Not Looking Back
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
So many have been comforted,
By schedules made and keeping set dates.
With a scratching off from a menu decided,
To replace or hesitate to eventually procrastinate.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
Even Mother Nature comes to assist with this movement.
With a shifting of Earth and turbulent winds.
Spinning storms called hurricanes,
From the shores of Africa that begin...
In vast waters referred to as the Atlantic Ocean.
And still there are those demanding entitlements,
With preferences prayed in a daily devotion.
As if they have rights to insist a life liked to live.
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
But...
Unfortunate are those who believe,
A moving back in time...
Is a choice to make as to who will lead,
Them away from truth...
To produce more delusions and fantasies!
What a word...
Forward.
It implies not looking back.
Or getting too accustomed,
To that which is familiar and intact.
And leaving behind many detached,
Who will never become attached to reality.
Moving forward is the change everyone will believe in,
Whether to embrace, accept or not.
We live to experience, grow to then distance,
From aged beliefs to advance to other adventures.
With a wisdom kept to keep to be reminisced but not lived,
Repeatedly to comfort our insecurities.
'I hate change.'
Me too.
I wish I had more dollars.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Is Free of Deception
Truth has descended upon us unannounced,
And people are discovering their shallowness.
They are hiding to cover themselves under fresh lies!
Believing they can not be seen!
They do not know they always were.
Since truth is free of deception!
There can be only one truth!
And when the truth sets you free...
Believe it!
It sets you free to see deceivers!
Even encased within steel and walls of concrete,
They can not hide!
Not who they are.
Not from inside!
They run to God not knowing it is HE who reveals them!
Not knowing HE is also SHE...
Of the WE of US He has made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
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Truth
The truth about a truth is that
The truth can’t be concealed for long;
And when revealed, the truth appears
A bigger truth than what it was.
Truth is beautiful; splendid;
Truth is eternal; everlasting;
Truth is endearing to righteous hearts;
Truth is consoling, comforting;
Truth is perennial; evergreen;
Truth is God.
Truth is a virtue all yearn for;
Truth is global, heavenly;
Truth is uncompromising;
Truth is always encouraging;
Truth is desirable; exhilarating.
Truth is mankind’s ultimate search;
Truth is a great topic of research;
Truth is delighting; enchanting;
Truth is trust-worthy from
Beginning to the end.
No lies can hide a truth for long;
No lies can make a lie, a truth;
All lies will vanish leaving truth exposed,
As bright as ever any time.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-2010
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undecided
The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!
Reality should remove conditions for debate.
It would seem to aid those in doubt.
With little to figure out.
But many refuse to see...
What 'is' for what it 'is'.
As they seek confirmation,
For their delusions kept!
And that is why so many are left,
To choose the more painless side of life.
While wishing to live it to remain undecided.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Spread Falsehoods
What others say of me can't say I much care
Since of my own shortcomings I am all too aware
But when speaking of me of me do not lie
Since you would not like lies to be spread about you neither would I.
Some truths of me may seem bitter but the truth I can take
I won't lose sleep to the truth all night in bed awake
To deliberately spread lies about someone is a terrible thing
Those who spread falsehoods bad karma on themselves do bring.
Sometimes by the truth friendships are lost and won
But the truth is the truth when all is said and done
The truth can convict you or set you free
And the truth is never wrong with that most would agree
Though we may not always like of us what is true
I will accept the truth since the truth is my due
But deliberate lies of us seem hard to forgive
For I too believe in live and let live.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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Feeling Truth a Bit Too Thick
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Feeling truth a bit too thick,
And uncouth.
Believing it to be wicked...
And undoing the deceit,
You are accustomed to.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would campaign to smear my name.
Deny knowing me and have me framed.
You would even prefer to see me shamed.
If I claimed to live a life doing what I felt was right.
If I denounced having an appetite,
For slandering others I didn't like to backbite.
And stirring up arguments just to provoke a fight.
You wouldn't dare be with me,
If it was only truth I pursued.
You would wish to have fun.
With an escapism done.
Choosing to manipulate.
And wanting me to participate.
With others you select,
As disposable playmates!
And I have a consciousness you fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Given The Attention
Many regard the hearing of truth,
As offensive.
And those who tell it...
To be evil.
And in some environments,
Those who can not handle the speaking of it...
Are afflicted with all kinds of ailments.
Their minds will not accept the truth.
And institutions to assist them,
'Heal'...
From an assortment of psychological perceptions,
Grow!
And those seeking to campaign against truth,
Often annoy others...
With every complaint imagine.
From not being understood...
To finding someone or 'something' in their neighborhood,
Not meeting the expectations.
AND...
If given the attention,
It is clear they are amongst those living in denial!
AND...
If given the attention,
Mouths are open...
With ears closed and nothing is heard,
Giving anything heard a time to listen!
Unless,
Of course...
The 'word' is spoken in church,
For them to misinterpret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth
I know there are things that can't come true
But I put that out of my mind.
I refuse to accept the impossible
I would rather I stay blind
to the truth.
I know that my ramblings with so many words
Is a substitute for concrete thinking.
But every phrase I've ever written
Has stopped me from ever drinking
in the truth.
I know my thinking is sometimes crazy
And I wonder if I'm sane?
Do others live in a fairytale
Or do they only remain
with the truth?
I know I live for the sunshine
and to listen to how the birds sing.
But every time I hear their songs
I curse everything about spring
for the truth is I'm lonely.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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