Prepared and Ready
The evidence that dissects their shallowness,
Has begun to surface.
And purposes to keep this hidden...
Has decadence becoming a valued way of life.
There is nothing more powerful,
Than sweetened distractions.
And those satisfied...
By a quality of life,
Degraded and disgraced by addictions.
Supported and advertised to inflict with pleasure.
And numb the onslaught of anxieties.
With realities freed to become less effective.
And this is the next wave to enslave those crazed...
By their own casting shadows.
Prepared and ready...
To denounce any signs of truth suspected!
As they welcome to relinquish and suspend,
All freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hopelessly Fantasized
People are hopelessly fantasized.
Agreeably deceived.
Fearful of truth.
And stubbornly in denial.
What is for them is not a reality as is,
Until it has been sweetened.
With words to encourage...
The hiding of any hints of sacrifice.
And aided by animated and colorized depictions,
Of a suffering done.
Or a movement to denounce,
Any evidence of honesty.
With dancing flowers under a smiling Sun!
Perferrably touched,
By the passing of puffed pink floating clouds.
These are the only visions some minds will allow...
To endure the onslaught of rapid change.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fresh Distractions Can Not Do That
Am I satisfied with fresh distractions?
The season of pleasure seems to have ceased...
A weakness to satisfy quick attractions.
The relevance?
Has left no importance to reminisce.
Dismissing this I can say I do not miss.
I can resist this hold upon my ego.
And the strength of simplistic wants...
No longer taunts me with a needing.
A complacency has arrived!
And has come to feed a peace of mind,
I control with all its comforts.
A shallowness is left behind.
I find a pace to keep a rat race fading.
Am I satisfied with fresh distractions?
To collect and say they are mine?
To prove they are there...
Just to ignore.
To become bored with desires,
Searching for more.
Why should I repeat defeats I've conquered?
What for do I wish to fulfill my life,
With 'things' to dismiss?
'Things' that provide no lasting happiness.
Yet on display just to say I too can play...
Games to delay and stunt my purpose.
Not in these times...
When I am finding a freedom,
That has lightened a load on my back!
I am with renewed vision,
I will not allow to retract.
Fresh distractions can not do that!
They come to trap, saddle and burden.
I no longer wish to pay that price...
To appear as if that kind of life,
For me pleases!
I'd rather hear others say I have nothing...
Than to give up 'everything'
A nothingness to them means!
I have an abundance that can not be seen.
I did not know that...
Until I came out of darkness,
To behold the worth of my total experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stunting Others Too Numb
An effective mental projectedness...
Blankets to affect,
An accepted incorrectness.
People have selected,
For themselves...
To remain sheltered and not to detect.
An erosion suspected of a comprehension,
Elected.
Many wish to reject!
But its value is enforced...
With an engrossing blindedness.
Shuddering those to stutter...
And stunting others too numb.
Leaving some in opposition,
Deaf and dumb!
And the only ones left to overcome,
What is being to them done!
Completing a sustained intentional process...
To maintain a contamination,
With a controlled human devastation!
Removing an ability to think from everyone.
And such is the life...
Of anyone clinging onto truth.
Realizing today,
That holding firm in an earnest honesty...
Is a desperation a few can see and stuns!
And these are not the times to unwind from it.
This madness unimagined has just begun!
Shivering the quivers with no where to run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just To Delight In The Excitement Of It
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
With a quest to deceive,
And disturb with ease...
Where there are signs of peace freed.
Misdeeds are activities,
Demons purposely release...
With beliefs of receiving satisfaction.
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
But to the demons' surprise...
These wicked strides begun,
Eventually do come to an end!
With no sympathy to those demonic given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continue to Seek the Squeezing of Amusement
An absence of a definable consciousness,
Poses more of a threat...
Than suspected terrorists.
Especially to know that those who have obtained credentials,
With no evidence of common sense...
Are daily making decisions at 'our' expense.
And that is frightening to realize...
They have solicited and caused the decadence.
With a pride that is boasted,
And getting the attention relentlessly given to them.
Like someone who is 'roasted' but doesn't get the joke!
'Excuse me!
What was that Mister T? '
*I pity the fool.
I pity the fool.*
And we...
Yes you and me,
Continue to seek the squeezing of amusement from this.
As serious as our lives suspend on whimmed nonsense.
Existing on a brittle foundation.
And, in jeopardy.
As many laugh to find these observances 'cute'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addictions Enslave
Rhythmic is the slowing down,
Of a once vibrant existence.
Limits placed upon an isolated consciousness...
Is set for all to witness a diminished outlook,
That comes.
This process has been progressing,
As a quality of life digresses...
In disrespecting acceptance.
They have been pimped.
Used as unchanged doormats.
Hoping if they kept lips tucked shut...
They would be bestowed and blessed,
With materialistic wishes for the rest of their lives.
They believed lies even delivered from their priests.
They had to keep and maintain a 'presence'.
Wishing never to ever see themselves as peasants.
And using every trick to pull to thrive on ignorance.
On bended knees they plead,
For a restoration of a gluttonous quality of life to return.
And finally they have received their wish!
An existence completed by greed that leaves them,
With backs burdened with stacked unhappiness.
Stunned by the stinging.
And pawns of a perfected deceit.
To get all of them to believe...
If they were in debt,
At least they would feel more patriotic.
Products of a medicated psychoticness.
And disposable with each available excuse made...
To have them disregard their investments,
Placed upon a valued sense of what and who they are.
Or were...
At this point!
And the vanishing need to keep feeding the marketing of fear.
A commodity used to fill the pockets of their abusers.
'Whew...
I'm glad you're done.
All you had to say was 'addictions enslave'.'
Yeah...
But 'where' is the flair in that?
There is no subjugation that devours its victims!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To protect our freedoms, it seems we're going to have to relinquish some of our freedoms for a short period of time.
quote by Neil Young
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Those Inclined To Be Most Radical
Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?
Intellectuals sitting back,
With theories and graphs...
To compare demographics,
Of those who might be lacking...
In social skills and tasks,
Have no answers when asked...
Why such acts are rising fast...
In their own backyards.
Is it possible for anyone to escape,
The onslaught of a marketing of decadence?
Is it possible to ignore,
The mental illnesses...
Of someone who just may live next door?
And those who pass their judgements,
On those who have less...
Are themselves most emotionally affected.
And yet...
They are the ones,
With their research completed and studies done...
Trying to convince their outlooks on life are practical.
But observation of these disturbing events...
Proves to anyone witnessing,
Who are the ones with common sense...
And who are those inclined to be most radical.
With a rampaging done they do to be excused.
'But isn't what you do a passing of judgement? '
If you and I sat here observing this with silent lips,
Would what is viewed still exist?
Or will our ignoring it...
Assist it in becoming less effective and fade away?
And 'if' it stays and increases...
Will I then be passing judgement?
Or be thought of as less patriotic?
Because it then becomes a condition of society.
You know me!
I only see what it is.
Not what it aint.
With a censoring done by those pretentious.
To claim 'negative' observations,
Are made by those embittered and disgruntled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Comprehends
To say with hollow meaning,
Something thought to be believed...
Leaves many bewildered,
By the degree of shallowness
Only one dares to wear upon one's chest.
As profound sentiments,
Spoken.
But no one comprehends,
On the surface.
Or gives time to 'get'
Even if depth is suspected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to climb another mountain
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to swim across the ocean
Are you ready?
Be prepared
To fill you plate
Be prepared
Dont hesitate
Be prepared
For a great big bust
Be prepared
To do what you must
Be prepared
To take a hit
Be prepared
To go for it
Be prepared
For a sneak attack
Be prepared
Just dont look back
They say, where theres a will theres a way
Weve heard, these are the things that they say
So.
Reach out for that big fat star
Stick to the groove
And go real far
Outrun the ones who steal the abar (? ? )
Are you ready?
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to blast into the future
Action boy now
Action girl now
Be prepared to rearrange the picture
Are you ready?
song performed by by Devo
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I Felt Freed
One day I awakened,
And there was an insignificance I sensed,
From yesterday!
That cleared the morning air.
There was something about my life,
That had arrived and I liked.
Appearing in my sight...
With such a happiness I could not ignore.
It was there to make certain,
I had been aware.
And whatever to me was done and/or said,
Before I laid my head down in my bed...
Prepared to flee.
Somehow this was unknown to me.
And when I had awakened it had fled!
No longer to me to be important.
To address as my priorities.
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
To live a life much more motivated.
With a quest to face challenges...
I now seek and dare!
As opportunities to prove...
I can move anything off my path,
That isn't of benefit and doesn't belong there!
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed From Quantitative Measures
Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.
An evaluation taking place,
Have many coming face to face...
With what makes them happy.
Some are finding happiness,
Is not being self absorbed with the wishes of others.
And a desire to return to a quality of life,
Freed from quantitative measures...
Pressured by the onslaught,
Of egotistical impressions to make...
For the sake of being accepted,
Has increased in the exchange...
Of what is more valued.
Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.
These depictions have been subjected to rapid change.
With a simple hug from someone touched,
The only desire sought these days.
And a sincerity felt has become more precious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learn To Do It With The Action
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide right now,
You want satisfaction.
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide you want satisfaction,
And...
Satisfaction is where it's at.
Some people find themselves getting crazed,
Over things they can't afford to give.
As if they are committed to give and not get.
So they sit and twist their minds into fits.
Some people find themselves getting crazed,
When the holidays of feeding greed...
Come to empty their pockets then leave.
Like a buyer's remorse that's grieved.
Oh no,
Let go of the hold.
It's not worth the beholding.
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide you want satisfaction,
And...
Satisfaction is where it's at.
Don't allow a guilt to ride attached to your back.
Learn to grab some satisfaction.
Don't allow a guilt to ride like that!
Learn to grab some satisfaction.
And...
Learn to do it with the action.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its My Life
(micky dolenz)
Micky dolenz music (bmi)
Lead vocal: micky dolenz
Its my life and Im takin over now
Its my life and its time that I learned how
No excuses. for the truth is
Its my life now
I stumble and I fall
And I think about it all
Then I make amends
But it never ends
And Ive just begun to wonder why
And I listen to the songs,
And I read all the words,
And I seem to remember something that I heard
Of a fire and a cave and shadows on the wall
Its my life and Im takin over now
Its my life and its time that I learned how
No excuses. for the truth is
Its my life now
I wanna believe in the miracles
But they mix me up. then they pass the cup
And Ive just begun to look the other way
And I dont want to lean on the stars or on the dreams
On the fantasies or the deities
Dont I think its time to lean on me?
Its my life and Im takin over now
Its my life and its time that I learned how
No excuses. for the truth is
Its my life now
No excuses. for the truth is
Its my life now
song performed by by Monkees
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An Asset That Has Been Kept an Aspect of Victory
A game played that seeks to be effective,
Should at least have one who feels in competition.
What would be the advantage?
To say a winning has been won,
From someone who has long stopped interest...
Is not a game.
As much as it is a display of repeated shallowness.
And once that is witnessed...
Only those impressed with their own egos,
Seem the last to convince
Their attempts do not provoke attention.
And isn't 'that' the idea?
To keep what is not suspected,
An asset that has been kept an aspect of victory.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Churning With Conflicts
There is an ignorance pervading,
Here to convince...
It's part of common sense.
An ignorance marketed and sold on all fronts,
To diminsh the mind with pointless events.
Intelligence offends,
The urban corridors.
Illiteracy is defended by the shallow!
And supported even more,
By those who have closed their doors...
To the poor we all pay for!
There is an acceptance in a decadence...
Defining a quality of life!
There is a blind eye turned on lessons learned.
And a pattern of strife...
Implemented by those with secrets
To keep this depleted way of life,
Churning with conflicts we are forced to fight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Put Your Boots On
If truth and reality had been the driving force,
That powered this weakened engine...
It would had all focused to remain on course.
And none of what now is offered...
To soften and buffer the suffering,
Would exist.
There would be diligence on the lookout.
Instead of self serving selfishness...
Stuffing pockets.
While passengers were being pilfered,
By an overglamorized hype...
About a quality of life.
Stolen right in their sight!
As those self righteous,
Took a hike!
Folks...
Here's the deal.
That engine is,
And has been crusting to rust for years.
Dry your tears,
My friends.
That engine you've depended on,
For the ride of your life...
Has died.
The ease of your journey has glided to a stop.
Put your boots on!
If you dare to look from your windows,
You'll be shakened.
The depression has progressed,
From a recession recently professed.
Yes!
Put your boots on.
There will be lots of BS...
To walk through,
To get to the next destination.
Bring your medications,
And prepare to numb your senses.
Yes!
Put your boots on folks.
And get ready to abandon those freedoms,
To do as you wish.
Or lower this reality on your priority list.
Put your boots on!
The engineer now in command...
Demands on hands on deck!
Be ready to wipe sweat,
Off Botoxed brows and tightened necks.
The heat from the cleanup,
Is about to be felt!
Put your boots on!
Your shopping until you dropp days,
Are done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Has That Quality Of Life Gone Today?
Those that grow old but not 'up',
Live lives in recycled patterns.
A process that benefits routine...
Within set limitations,
That have come to demean common sense.
Those living to break away from those 'molds',
Had been referred to as nonconformists at one time.
Now the 'mavericks' have replaced them,
With no concern for the quality of life.
And when nonconformists were shunned...
They sought a better way of life for everyone.
And many attempted to do this,
Without the purchasing and selling...
Of illegal weapons such as guns.
And where has that quality of life gone today?
To the pleading of the needs of those greedy...
Who have left that quality of life stray,
Into corrupted decay.
With other 'necessities' politically and religiously valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Vanquished Knight
I HAVE left all upon the shameful field,
Honour and Hope, my God, and all but life;
Spurless, with sword reversed and dinted shield,
Degraded and disgraced, I leave the strife.
From him that hath not, shall there not be taken
E'en that he hath, when he deserts the strife?
Life left by all life's benefits forsaken,
O keep the promise, Lord, and take the life.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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