Process Of Questioning
An honesty that becomes debated,
And it is to great lengths.
To confirm the validity of it.
Is as suspect as a deceit known...
But allowed not to go through,
A process of questioning...
To reveal the depth of its activity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Finally Accept The Process
As much as I hesitated,
And debated with myself...
To finally accept the process,
I 'allowed' myself to age.
Yes!
I 'allowed' myself to do this in stages.
Since I did not want to become overwhelmed,
By an event I was not sure I wanted to attend.
Although others I viewed seemed surprised by it too...
With a protesting shown and much unhappiness.
However, unlike them...
I decided I would not get too comfortable,
With any stage that came to end.
Some chose a stage with a wish to stay.
And fighting with themselves along the way.
I even witnessed others,
Doing their best to prevent maturity.
None physically succeeded,
But mentally...
Many could easily claim a success.
As much as I hesitated,
And debated with myself...
To finally accept the process,
I 'allowed' myself to age.
Yes!
And as each day passes,
I feel more and more blessed.
I no longer feel I should 'allow' this process.
Since I now do it without thinking about it,
With an acceptance felt for me that is best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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I don't think the process was successful and should be inspected closer. I am not afraid to say I am not familiar with the entire process, so before commenting further I would have to study the process more in depth.
quote by Vincent Frank
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Validity
i will accept the validity
of your religious view when...
you lay down your guns,
and start feeding the hungry!
i will accept the validity
of your political view when...
by your actions you show your primary
concerns to be poverty and homelessness.
i will accept the validity
of your freedom when...
it applies equally to all,
regardless of skin color.
i will accept the validity
of your humanitarian view when...
you take all men as brothers,
and walk with compassion.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Only Love Counts
Only love counts
Honesty may prove valuable
Build trust
Make me believe all you say
But honesty like faith
Cannot charm me
Truth is not always logical
I believe when I choose
Doubt comes when it will
Stays long enough
And goes of its own accord
Only love counts
Honesty may prove expedient
Confirm hope
But will not bond me to you
poem by Samuel Nze
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Thought Process
I did not come to entertain you.
You have been detained.
To inspect for a thought process...
You may or may not possess.
And if you display,
Any of that in depth!
You may be held suspect...
For having a mind,
That comprehends respect.
Do you realize how many,
Have not passed this test?
And if you give me eye contact...
I will know you are not among the rest.
So many have done their best,
To avoid any thinking at all...
That involves a comprehension,
Requiring them to digest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed and Watched
No probing done to unearth artifacts,
Will begin to scratch the surface...
Of the thought process of anyone.
Or is the measuring of one's brain,
Going to reveal the extent of one's brilliance.
Or lack of integrity.
Will having a college degree,
Determine's one ability to steal?
Lie or cheat.
Can someone seen picking up cans,
Off a city street...
Be a genius.
Are there more scholars that are poor...
And living in ghettos?
Why do those who 'appear' to be enriched with means,
Are those who did not participate in the acquiring of them...
At all!
Those of 'hand-me-down' status.
Of wealth. resources...
Socialite insecurities.
Those who have made countries poor...
For the sake of maintaining their 'interests'.
No probing done to unearth artifacts,
Will begin to scratch the surface...
Of the thought process of anyone.
Or is the measuring of one's brain,
Going to reveal the extent of one's brilliance.
Or lack of integrity.
Or...
Will those concerns all of us should have for humanity,
Come as priorities to address in someone's head.
Mother Nature knows where everything of 'hers' should fit!
Which of her inhabitants are of intelligence...
And those who are clearly exposed as misfits!
No suit or tie or ballroom gown can disguise this.
And incompetence that rises to the top...
Will begin to show its destructive power.
As observed and watched!
'Isn't that the same thing?
To observe is to watch.
Isn't it? '
~Welllllll...yeeeeeaaassss,
And no!
The act of observing,
Does not necessarily imply a process of examination...
Goes on.
And...
Done it is conducted,
With less discrimination to obstruct.
However,
When one is into the 'art' of watching...
One takes a comprehension stance.
One may adopt this as a project.
To confirm beliefs!
There is something that will be learned from it!
Something that will be digested.
To sink into the mind...
Eventually.
NOW...
As to who's expense the watching done,
Will benefit?
That depends on who believes deceit pays dividends!
AND...
From the watcher's findings,
These dividends do not have long range satisfactions.
No!
In fact...
Many are left to suffer the consequences of their ways!
Crime does not pay.
It just delays the heat turned up on a burning butt.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deception and Its Relatives
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?
As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.
One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.
And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.
And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.
And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Should The People Be Willing To Trust?
If a claim is made,
By one to be better at representing the good...
And the best of the people's interest,
And all that is shown and known,
Is one's abillity to collect the dividends of benefits.
Who should the people be willing to trust?
Someone who has clearly been publicly showing it?
Or someone who refuses to reveal,
The depth of their honesty...
And a suspicion to lust and feast discreetly?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Observing
Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!
Attacked by desires hyped on TV.
Believing in the spice of variety.
With the dismissal of devotion,
Patience and/or loyalty.
We are just not into it at all.
Not in these days,
When disrespect is the rage.
And being crazed,
Is the epidemic no one seems to fear.
That is clear...
For those observing.
And keeping recommendations,
In their own survival kits!
Easily manipulated,
We.
People who suspect truth,
And receive deceit...
Gleefully!
People have become entertained,
By their own demise.
And victimize those who attempt to stop them.
As if cocained!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angry! ! ! ! ! ! ! dont read if Sensitive! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I’m not angry at you God
I’m just angry at life
…..No I’m not angry at Life
I’m angry at You
….No….No…..
Oh what the S#%t?
Who F#%*ing cares?
IM JUST ANGRY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Angry that you allowed so much Pain in my life
Allowed people and their selfish ambitions to corrupt me
Make me the victim of Deceit
Make me the object of wrath and violence
Why did you take him away…just when I needed him?
I was supposed to look back and laugh at my innocence
I look back in disgust
I come to You in brutal honesty
Blazing anger
And excruciating pain
….I plead for my innocence
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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My Path (...Realized By His Own Hand)
Either you were deceiving yourself then,
Or you are now; which is more believable, when
You consider that your heart spoke all this time,
Until you allowed the deceit that now dwells in your weary mind?
Shame on you for all your deceit, and for placing blame here!
Take control of all your actions, and do not live in fear!
I have been threatened (idly) with bodily harm, -
Called a freak, and labeled crazy, etc., all because of the charm
With which you have allowed yourself and others to believe
All the lies and associated emotions your fragile mind can conceive!
This shall go on no more, and be allowed no longer;
For, the power of your delusional divergence is strong-but, I am stronger!
My Path was Ordained by God Himself, and Realized by His Own Hand,
It converges upon Your Path wholly, not by want or need, but by His Own Command!
-Maurice Harris,12 February 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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One's Selected Beliefs
Put into its right perspective...
An honesty that is and maintained.
This kind of perspective...
Isn't going to be accepted,
In a society basically fed...
On a diet of delusions.
Let's face it!
Honesty is not the thing,
People receive readily.
Nor regularly!
And for many,
Honesty is traumatic and fear producing.
Honesty chases truth away.
Truth offends.
Who doesn't know that?
Now,
With a little bit of sugar...
Some animation,
And an adult speaking in a child's voice...
Deceit, being discreet and kept secrets,
Are priorities kept and practiced.
And...
Will sustain one's selected beliefs,
Those chosen to become tradition...
For lifetimes of celebrated mystique.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some 'Try' to Prepared For This
One day you will awaken...
And not find excuses to make.
You will undertake,
A prolonged self examination.
And chase away everything about yourself...
You determine that has been faked.
Some try to peel this away,
To keep from exposing all the layers.
Whether it is honesty with self that offends,
One day you will open your eyes...
Searching without lies,
You've concealed within...
To allowed them to begin.
As if a game is played with safe measures.
And when this happens,
You will remove all deceit you've kept.
With a recognition,
Truth that sits can not be resisted.
An acknowledgement in your heart,
Will realize a true friend has come to visit...
And not depart.
One you will never argue with or dismiss,
To strip from it just the pleasure.
Since you are going to want this friend...
To stay around and assist,
From the beginning that visit hits.
In getting rid of every bit...
Of all the nonsense that addicts.
Some 'try' to prepared for this!
But honesty and truth,
When it comes to pursue...
Has a way to glue and stick,
Forever!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is It Just the Image
Which one of these traditions,
Seem more defended?
Is it deceit or delusion?
With the state of the economy,
Thrown in as an afterthought.
You know...
Those thoughts that come after,
Reality is addressed.
With little purpose considered,
As a notable priority.
False impressions are kept intact.
Fantasized lives that are not coming back...
Are given forums and empathized speeches.
Only a grandmother knitting from the third row,
Would appreciate this flow of debated pudding.
Which one of these traditions,
Seem more defended?
Is it deceit or delusion?
Or is it just the image...
Needing the most protection!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deceit a new name
'Deceit a new name'
There was a delicate knot
of sound mind
between you and me
neither i wished for moon or star
nor you have any unjustifed desires
Your eye were not guarding me
and i also never tested your honesty
both have a open vast sky
suddenly the silence of your indefference
mentioned the loss of respect in society
it felt, ' deceit' Got a new name
poem by Seema Gupta
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With It You May Gain Wisdom
They don't have the honesty to tell you the truth?
I can't believe I am hearing 'you' say this!
When did you become an advocate of truth?
And who or what threatens your perception,
To finally accept it.
And what are you expecting as a benefit?
The repeating of corruption and deceit?
Well...
The process of truth,
Will be proven to be cost effective!
And with it you may gain wisdom.
However...
Believing you will pocket with truth as an asset,
May disappoint a greed you've been accustomed...
To feed with the ease of telling quick lies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Deceit Free and Not a Greedy Needer
I want somebody worthy!
Trusting and a friend.
Someone deceit free,
And not a greedy needer.
I want somebody worthy...
Trusting and a friend
Someone deceit free,
And reeks of honesty.
My needs are simple and I make no demands.
My right hand knows,
What my left is doing.
I want someone who knows just where they stand.
And if they should fall...
Get right back up on their feet,
To hit the breeze.
I want somebody worthy!
Trusting and a friend.
Someone deceit free,
And not a greedy needer.
I want somebody worthy...
Trusting and a friend
Someone deceit free,
And reeks of honesty.
Is that 'one'
For me!
My needs are simple and I make no demands.
My right hand knows,
What my left is doing consciously.
I want someone who knows just where they stand.
And if they should fall...
Get right back up on their feet,
To hit the breeze.
I want somebody,
Who will not compromise with defeat!
I want somebody,
Who has stopped trying to find enemies.
Someone deceit free and not a greedy needer,
Is for me.
Someone deceit free and not a greedy needer,
Is for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rock to Hold
Is my back you say you watch,
Still guarded by your protective eye?
Why do I suspect your whispers,
Bring me not cheers...
But a reason to cry?
Is there an unleashing of deceit,
You wish to keep discreet and secret?
Is there envy in your need...
To feed my suspicions,
With a feeling of intuition sent.
I want to suspend this,
As a misundestanding uncomprehended.
But you do not hide,
A harbored intention meant.
Cloaking hints of resentment.
Aiding my discomfort.
Which baits a bitterness I wish not have visit.
Is my back you say you watch,
Still guarded by your protective eye?
Why do I suspect your whispers,
Bring me not cheers...
But a reason to cry?
To leave me with an alibi,
To severe ties from you!
And you have been my rock,
To hold.
And sometimes boldly shoulder.
Has our relationship come to this?
A series of clues...
What we had has been set adrift.
With introductions of mistrust,
And deceit soon to come through once kissed lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much Deeper Than What Is Shown
There are layers of living one's life,
Complex.
That will not be easy to peel away to reveal...
What has been lived as one might suspect!
To scratch beneath a crust thought thin,
With a hope to match,
A few moments given...
To a belief thought easy to satisfy,
A curiosity to probe and pry...
Can not be applied!
Not to this specimen...
Thought to be light,
Of a wind...
One can stand against and defend.
There are layers of living one's life,
Complex.
That will not be easy to peel away to reveal...
What has been lived as one might suspect!
That which appears to sit alone as stone...
May show what's on a surface,
Something much deeper.
Much deeper...
Than what is shown!
Deeper, deeper still...
Than what is believed to be known!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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