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Psychotic

Some have chosen to waltz,
Through their lives.
With minimal chances taken.
And faking steps...
Clearly undetermined.
And on their terms,
A reality is accepted.
An expectation understood...
Delays a maturity stunted.
Never happening as it should.
A mindset enhanced,
Is not encouraged to flourish as it could.
A self-centeredness in a world is viewed.
This tainted nourishment is pursued.
A sense of feeling grounded is subdued.
Perplexing them in sheltered nests,
And exposes flaws they believe are hidden...
In a psychotic self deception.
No one contests this acceptance,
As a lost lesson.
Bringing to them neither peace nor rest.
Poisoned on concepts they can not resist to feed.
Social misfits like these can not perceive...
How controlled they are.
In environments they can not see,
Has no allowances for them to be free!
And that is condoned...
As if this was meant to be!
Continuing to tease a release of their own anguish!
And kept medicated on a prescribed point of view,
That keeps them hungering for lives confused.

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It Is Best to Leave This Mindset Alone

There will always be those,
Who attempt to match wits...
With those who comprehend
The advantages of understanding.

Some folks live within a box regarded as safe.
And from inside a point of view of outside events...
They choose to argue their findings,
Condensed...
From a state of mind that is comfortable,
But for those who have discovered 'reality'...
They know this makes no sense.

And to produce beneficial chit chat,
Does not induce a growth of thought.
When a sharing is lost with one who's mind is stuck...
Deluded in visions found too comfortable.
And eventually these folks others must give up!

A process attached to learning,
For some is a worthless yearning.
And for them a progress is created from isolation.
Where ignorance is encouraged to thrive and manifest.
It is best to leave this mindset,
Alone!
They perceive time sits to wait for them,
To be condoned!

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The Super Human

There once lived a great man,
That redeemed the hopes of all human.
He gave up everything,
For us to have something.
He was rejected,
For us to be accepted.
He was stressed,
For us to be blessed.
He was laboured,
For us to be favoured.
He was neglected,
For us to be celebrated.
He was condemned,
For us to be redeemed.
His life was destroyed,
For our lives to be restored.
His heart was sheltered,
For ours to be gathered.
He was agonised,
For us to be recognised.
He was disrespected,
For us to be respected.
He went through misery,
For us to have a long lasting victory.
In all reality,
He made us a celebrity.
He was punished,
For us to flourish.
He was abused,
For our enemies to be confused.
He suffered for a while,
For us to be able to smile.
He was tortured,
For us to have a great future.
He took away all atom of sickness,
Bringing to us much joy and happiness.
He sacrificed himself,
For us to be ourselves.
He died bearing the burden of our inequity,
For the betterment of the world of humanity.

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Love Of Family And Country

Those who flaunt their social status...
With a pretentious pride,
Of being amongst the elite...
Are so far removed from truth.

Even seen caught in the act of treason...
Gives them an additional reason,
To apologize for being unwise...
For deciding a particular time of day,
Was not the best moment to feed a greed.

With an explanation that a love of family and country,
Led them to their current circumstance and corrupted ways.
And a forgiveness for their misdeeds is what is wished.

And...
Their pleas are accepted!

Books are published.
Movie deals are made.
And a fresh wave,
Of corrupted ideals are encouraged to flourish.

As an inappropriate use of language,
That offends those lusting their uppercrust positions...
Is censored.
Thus eliminating the abuse 'perceived'...
By those chosing a politically correct point of view,
To keep hidden their own ignorant incompetence.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Their Own Creation

Reality has been rejected.
A past that is wished,
Was never respected.
Minds today are confused in indecision.
And biased criticisms,
Have poisoned mentalities.

And yet no one listens.
Those in conflict wish to be understood.
Even those living in once safe neighborhoods,
Wish to leave them,
If they could.

But where would people go...
To prove they have common sense?
That has not been tainted,
By their own nonsense...
That had not been of their own creation.

Where would they go...
And not manifest the same infestation?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Opposite Begins

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.

People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.

They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.

Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.

That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When, in Actuality...

If one has spent,
A lifetime of feeding upon nonsense...
With an unquestioned defending of it,
Difficult will it be...
To free one from such a mindset,
Of restricted limitations...
That does not afford one,
Eye opening and boundless visions...
Expanding one's consciousness.

Especially,
When there has been an enforcement to label...
Those around one,
As weirdos, misfits and freaks.
The very ones they have been taught to despise,
With a disrespect that is complete.

When,
In actuality...
These are the people who are 'not' in desperate need,
To change their lives.

When,
In actuality...
People like this long ago ostracized,
May have been the ones criticized...
However,
Reality has always been a consciousness for them lived.
And not one attempted to hide.

And today,
Those now found crying with tear duct swollen eyes...
Have too late awakened to realize,
Every known aspect of their lives...
Has been totally based upon manipulation.
And a deception of beliefs...
That has thrived upon platforms of lies and denials.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugged Up and Prescribed Medicated Existences Limited

If folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.

People finding slots to lock,
Names and tags on one another...
Have done themselves the injustice.
And grounded, they are, in cemented ignorance.

Trying to find themselves in religions,
Where those 'church' addicted commit most the sins.
Is a programming of the mind that's done.
To have those in need be controlled by someone.

And me,
My life will be loved.
Independently to breathe as it was given to me.
And if another human being wishes to hug me with love,
They will get that received.
Just how it was given to me.
But I do have my preferences.
If you get my drift!

So if folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.

I do not spend my time,
With folks seeking to find a hole
To bury their brains including their minds.
Is there anything else folks can do?
Than to entertain their empty lives,
With who screwing and doing 'who'.
This is all so immature and foolish.

I'm going to live my life as the gift it is.
And leave those who are self righteous about theirs,
To their own drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited.

'I bet you can't say that five times fast? '

What? 'drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited'?
You're right!
I had trouble saying it 'that' time and the first as slow as possible.
I am the author.
So...
I don't have to say it at all.
It's written and for that purpose intended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temporary Guests

Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.

And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.

Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
On this Earth.
Or can not divorce themselves from craving,
A taste for an exclusive foreverness...
Selected for a few to feed and greed.

This,
Reality...
That has a beginning which advances to an end,
Many can not accept,
Themselves as temporary guests.
But dictators to infest a manifesting of regression.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.

Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.

So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Centerstage

Embellishments were the rage and was craved,
By them.
Their lives depended on their use.
Especially in recreating moments of reality.
And where they were when events took place.
And who did what as they relished being there!
While entertaining the lack of facts,
Dances upon their exaggerating faces.
They would never call what they do lieing!
Or misrepresenting the truth.
No! Not these troupers.
Remnants of reality,
Mixed with sweetened tweaks to flourish...
Is the best way to describe their 'romanticized' lives.
With their actual participation left undebated!
Since anyone listening would not know what to believe!
And those getting the attention,
Loved being centerstage!
This was a behavior encouraged...
By those seeking to be amused!
Why pay for the 'bow' when it can be had for free?

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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Delivered To A Place That Dispenses Wings

Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.

And told they'd be there with us,
For the rest of our lives.
With a tolerance of them...
While others kept us suppressed.
As we continue to solicit,
A disrespecting done of our identities.

There is a need to awaken,
From this mental disease.

Let's not carry on our backs,
Accepted agonies anticipated.
Let's take steps to rid ourselves,
Of those deficiencies...
We were led to believe,
Were birth marks to confirm...
As inspected.

Well...
They are not,
Brandings of birth marks.

They are implications we kept...
With an expectation,
That one day if we stayed praying...
We would be delivered to a place,
That dispenses wings!

Dieing is a process!
Living the gift of life is a determination...
Some have refused to do,
Without the approval of acceptance.
From those sought to impress.

And if anyone has a need to ask,
To live a life that has been divinely given...
A praying done,
Is an unconscious routine.
Much like feeding an expectation,
That does not with 'intention' connect to the 'source'...
Through the doing of the process of living one's life!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Its Right Perspective

Those who look for flaws will find them!
Those looking to be inspired,
Will feel encouraged.
Feeling to be freed of making excuses,
Brings them peace.

I don't make excuses.
My flaws are for anyone to see.
I do not write to keep them hidden.
Nor do I flaunt my power.

Everything here,
Is in its right perspective.
And I've known that...
For quite awhile now!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Never Ceases

It never ceases to amaze me,
How those who have freshly awakened...
To live their own lives after chasing rainbows,
Assume others are wasting theirs away...
By always having made those choices done,
To do what they like in spite of opposition,
By those arriving feeling freed of conflicting dispositions.

And after years spent in explorations others did not do,
There are those living lives to do it in peace and quietly...
In preferences chosen away from everyone's doings.
To be out of public sight day and night,
Doing those things chosen to do that is wished.
Because of a life it took time to find and like once dismissed,
Without the pressure of feeling to be accepted and quizzed.
I am older and wiser and much more peaceful.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ease Appeases With a Bit of Tease

Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.

Relax!
Find that place,
Where you can go...
Within.
To bring outside of yourself,
A comfort shown to shine without end.

You seem to be hiding inside too much.
And not enough of you,
Is believed or known.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.

Relax!
First impressions,
Aren't always the best to leave.
Especially when some expect magic...
Unnatural miracles and a tap dance,
Done comfortably.

Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.

Relax!
Just be you.
You will be surprise by how enchanting,
The unseen you can be,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.
When ease appeases with a bit of tease.

Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.

And relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.
Just be you,
To dazzle others unexpectedly.

Assumptions you have held and chosen...
Know they must go.
Those assumptions you have held and chosen,
Know they must go.
Release them to go.
And...
Relax.
Know ease appeases with a bit of tease.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Feed Beliefs Just to Feel Accepted

Social maladjustments has stifled common sense.
And...
There is nothing easy trying to rid the hold of evils.
To coast and get along with people,
One would rather leave.
Yet if we do...
The act of it,
Makes life a much shallow fought battle.

But we all live lives of wants and choices.
With a sacrificing of needs,
Left to others to tease and determine.

We all live lives of wants and choices.
To feed beliefs,
Just to feel accepted.
Although those beliefs disrespect and neglect...
What for all of mankind is best.

Social maladjustments has stifled common sense.
And...
There is nothing easy trying to rid the hold of evils.
To coast and get along with people,
One would rather leave.
Yet if we do...
The act of it done,
Makes life a much shallow fought battle.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concepts of Success

If you are stressed,
And at times depressed!
With thoughts self defeating
From a beating you digest.
Perhaps you should relax!
Give your mind a rest!
Chances are you suffer...
During thoughts 'infested'
With concepts of success!

Let go of comparisons,
To others and what they have!
Chances are everything they own
Is rented, leased with or without...
Something that keeps them feeling sad!
If you are happy and glad,
To be just who you are...
Your star shines much brighter,
Than those pretending they are better
Than anything you 'really' are!

Concepts of success,
Can distract someone who is blessed!
Many have not achieved that at all.
And they spend much time...
Trying to keep hidden a mess,
Kept concealed in their hearts...
For fear of sharing with you,
What they are too afraid to confess!

They are locked into images...
And spending every waking moment,
Doing their best
Wishing to impose
An impression they are hoping,
Remains in the minds exposed...
To trinkets that are flaunted,
With price tags still shown on clothes!
And there are so many of them,
'High and fixed'
Blissed to sit with lives committed...
On an ego overdose!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Joke Isnt Funny Anymore

Park the car at the side of the road
You should know
Times tide will smother you
And I will too
When you laugh about people who feel so
Very lonely
Their only desire is to die
Well, Im afraid
It doesnt make me smile
I wish I could laugh
But that joke isnt funny anymore
Its too close to home
And its too near the bone
Its too close to home
And its too near the bone
More than youll ever know ...
Kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my
Face after all
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Oh ...
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now its happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now, now, now its happening in mine
(Ive seen this happen)
Happening in mine
Oh... now, now
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now its happening in mine
(happen)
Happening in mine
Oh ...
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now, now, now its happening in mine
Happening in mine
Mine, mine
Happening in mine

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Not Experienced

Deciding to finally be direct...
After years of beating around the bush,
May be a refreshing step for you.
With a mind hesitating,
In an outdated point of view.

But for those who now could care less...
What from them you expect.
Your steps taken,
To see the forest 'and' its trees...
Has left you alone,
In a reality once accepted...
As those observations,
Came then too quick.
To take as they were.
Inspect and leave.

Since for many what you perceive,
Is a reality lived,
And gone as it was believed.
What 'was' no longer exists.

Today changes have become,
Complexed.
And in these times that continue on...
You may find what's next for you too perplexed,
For someone like you...
Who's not experienced in being direct.
You will find that reality you have has gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am Crying Now

I am crying now,
For the children in the world,
Whose stomachs cry for food
In time of peace or war...

I am crying now,
For all the unborn
Who their destiny
They have no choice...
And therefore, a single voice...

I am crying now,
For all the women
Who systematically have been abused,
Instead of being loved
And with tenderness be seduced...

I am crying now,
For all the youth
Whose lives have been wasted
Due to bad companies,
Drug or alcohol...
Or change of lives...

I am crying now,
For all the mothers in the world
Who have lost their children
In an unfair foreign wars,
Found lost and in despair...
Facing a damage that can't be repaired...

I am crying now,
For all those who fell in love
And now brokenhearted,
Can't even find consolation
When they feel confused and lost...

I am crying now,
Because of those greeted ones
Who are polluting our planet
Without regard for our lives,
Destroying slowly our existence...

I am crying now,
And I will keep crying
Until I run out tears,
Feeling free to speak my mind,
Without any fears,
For the sake of humanity...

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What is Peace? ?

What is peace? ?

Peace is when you care for others,
Peace is when there is no violence in the world,
Peace is much more powerful then evil,
Peace is easily found when you give others what you desire,
Peace is the answer to all the wars in the world,
Peace is when there is unity among all the people,
Peace is when your soul can rest,
Peace is when there is hope of good above,
Peace is when there is love for others,
Peace is when there is acceptance in the world,
Peace is bringing joy to the world,
Peace is in helping others

This is what Peace is,
This and much more!

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