Regression Is the Term
Recession?
How about complete retreat,
From telling lies and deception?
Truth?
There is nothing like it!
However...
How is that introduced?
When none of that has ever been exposed!
Who will believe it?
When minds have been overdosed,
And eyes once shown...
Prefer to stay shut and closed!
Recession?
When something has been squeezed,
With nothing else from it to be released?
Regression is the term,
With a valued lesson from it to be learned.
And a life once lived to feed one's greed...
Shall never back to that kind of life
Will one return!
And that has been the diagnosis!
Accept it or not!
Delusions will still remain the choice,
If one should decide on getting a second opinion!
Or a third.
Or perhaps a fourth!
The truth comes without options.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Denialitis
It is true.
We are not in a 'recession'.
That happened years ago...
When we digressed from truth!
Remember the days when having 'that'
Had been the most honorable possession?
What we are currently experiencing,
Can be termed, 'Denialitis'.
The feeling of being swept away into oblivion,
And given cocktails and hors d'oeuvres...
To enhance the setting that has been romanticized.
And as long as that is kept from being diagnosed...
Call what is going on anything!
They have perfected disguising lies!
Since recession does imply,
An intended return to something,
Eventually!
Allowing an endurance that completely depletes...
But with a dignity held to be admired.
And as long as that is believed...
A complete bleeding of a quality of life,
Becomes more acceptable.
Much like a 'Night Before Christmas' story!
Keeping those thrilled with an anticipation,
A myth will come to gift them with sweet treats.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
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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.
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This recession is the deepest in our lifetimes, the deepest since 1929. If you take the people thrown out of work in the 1982 recession, the 1991 recession, the 2001 recession, not only is this bigger, this is bigger than all of those combined.
quote by Austan Goolsbee
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Criticized As Spoilers
An era of truth and accountability has descended.
And people are not familiar with it.
They have become traumatized by suspicion.
Deceit and lies have been exposed.
Overdosed and frozen by it,
They are.
Addictions wont let them go.
And folks want these comforts to remain untouched.
So much they beg for guidance from crooks.
The ones that have crushed their quality of life.
And broken their backs and cracked foundations.
While those in place,
Who have come to do things right...
And erase their degradations,
Are criticized as spoilers.
And champions of too much realism.
They prefer to be deceived.
In a comfort of corruption that relieves them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
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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.
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Angered That Truth Now Sits
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
The obviousness of it had yet to arrive,
In my environment.
And the mindsets of the people,
Were still locked into blocking...
Anything that dealt with truth.
When it was spoken,
Voices were raised in protest.
Accusations of being negative were mentioned.
People had become sensitive in the protection,
Of their delusions.
With a defending of their ignorance!
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
Today?
People are protesting the fading away,
Of their delusions.
They have begun angered that truth now sits.
Truth has declared it remains to stay!
And not make a temporary visit.
People have become upset with it!
And obsessed with the turning back of a clock.
A clock that has long ran out of time...
For them to find themselves and embrace reality!
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In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery have all been exhausted.
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Truth And Deception
There is a difference between truth and deception.
Deception can be ignored to eventually go away.
But not too far.
Deceivers like to stick around to recruit.
Truth can not be ignored.
Nor does it hide.
It is often depicted as being evil.
By those who can not face it.
Deceivers worm they way into relationships.
Pretending they are interested,
In other people's business and how it is done.
Only to exaggerate with a demeaning of everyone.
Truth is supportive and show this by being direct.
Rarely truth is found embellishing what it is.
Since truth when accepted,
Stays unchanging and remains effective.
Deceit and those who deceive,
Stand not a chance to remain the same.
It is discovered to be defective.
And when exposed it shows much shame.
And truth when known and exposed by those who know it,
Has nothing to be shamed about.
It is proud to be what it is without having a need,
To whisper secretly from mouth to mouth as deceivers do.
As if to resuscitate to revitalize a fakeness done to prove and use.
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Mendacious!
Mendacious, node, aid, aide, doe, does, sad, used, aids, dies!
Not telling the truth;
But, the truth will surely crash you one day.
Mendacious, in, as, dance, dances, sand, dams, mends, do, so;
Playing with your mind and not being ready for the truth!
However, telling the truth is better than lies.
Mendacious, man, men, mad, dam, is, as, me, due, main, and, die!
But, the truth is always the truth and, there is nothing more than the truth;
So, not telling the truth will lead you nowhere.
Mendacious, use, sea, made, dame, aim, aims, mean, mains, means!
With the works of your hands as seen by others;
But, try to tell the truth always.
Mendacious, Cain, coin, coins, ion, ions, dice, nice, muse, on, no;
In the land of your muse and, in the ways of mankind!
But, try to tell the truth always.
Mendacious, send, mend, amend, den, dens, same, Sam, and, Dan!
But, not telling the truth before the court;
However, the truth will crash you one day! !
Mendacious, use, dues, sue, sin, mind, minds, end, ends, mouse, mice!
With the works of our hands as seen by others in this life;
But, we need to tell the truth always.
Mendacious, cud, ice, cod, ace, are, maids, maid, code, mode, cad;
But, try to live by the truth always in this life! !
Because, we need the truth to lead us on always on the right path.
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Fat Fed Leeching People
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is less from them to give!
A me-me-I-I society...
Hooked on feeding greed.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a leaner 'truth'
To soothe their whims.
Fat fed leeching people,
Poisoned to feed.
Don't understand,
Their demands are fading.
Fat fed leeching people,
Have been led to believe...
Deceptions and lies,
Reflect their real lives.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a less 'truth' than that 'truth'...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
UNTIL...
The end!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Natural Knack Chosen
It has been my biggest mistake made to date.
Proving that honesty spoken and faced,
Is better than having the telling of lies...
To chase me for the rest of my life.
I have learned today,
So many prefer the telling of lies.
And have come to despise those,
Who seem to have a natural knack chosen...
In the poking of holes that masquerade kept delusions.
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A Far Greater Threat
More of a threat to human existence than the economic recession is the ozone hole in the sky
That scientists claim is growing bigger as the years go by
Caused by carbon emissions that cause Global warming by experts we have been told
The climate is warming even in Lands known to be cold.
Compared to climate change economic recession as a problem seems small
To human existence on the Planet the greatest challenge of all
Is Global warming which we know is Worldwide
Due to our greed for material gain we've put Nature offside.
This World is for us to live in not for to destroy
For the future generation every young girl and boy
We are making life for them harder for our greed they must pay
I hope I am wrong in this though it does seem that way.
The economic recessions they come and they go
And after every recession the economy does grow
But Global warming to humanity is a far greater threat
As it does seem a matter of life and of death.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Truth Within
Fons et origo boni ple luxque perenis
Salvificet pietas tua nos bone rector, eleison
The golden wine flows through my veins
I know the meaning behind the holy words
A lesson must be learned - so listen all
Let your heart rule or we all must fall
We cry out for help, a prayer for your soul
When you will know the end is near,
you will faster crawl
The whole body withdraws with the pain of birth
And once again I know the true meaning of life
Once again I know that looking through their eyes
... As they came with their love...
I know the truth of life and it lies before my eyes
The truth lies within you know
The truth lies within the holy words
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Deceit Can Not Keep Them Hidden
Losing is not born from honesty.
Those who are honest...
Realize they can not always win.
Those who do anything to win,
View themselves as losers.
They blame others for their failures.
Provoked fights are started.
Lies are told.
They ban together...
Sometimes in darkness.
With attacks they wish to feed their greed,
And insecurities.
They have needs to prove their superiority.
They will do anything to be believed!
Deceit can not keep them hidden.
Everything is lost!
Even a pride and dignity once had,
Becomes worthless!
They wish for happiness.
But 'that' within them,
Has never been defined.
They have no patience in their minds.
No time is spent for it to be developed.
They are engulfed with pointless pleasures.
And listening is a thing they have never done.
They view that as weak.
Nothing for them is gained.
And whatever was possessed,
Has ceased to be valued!
An increase of depression is confessed.
Leaving them to self destruct.
They label what they do...
And what has been done as an overview,
As a recession from misdeeds.
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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Perfected Deception
Bailout?
A prolonged stimulus,
Packaged to delay...
A masked betrayal.
To produce to loan,
From nothing one owns...
Provides a deeper digging done,
To convince more credit will lift everyone...
From a hole!
That will not be closed.
Until the truth is told.
And truth has never been a commodity,
For sale to be sold!
Bailout?
A prolonged stimulus,
Packaged to delay...
A masked betrayal.
With the hopes that time...
Offering less to those who whine,
Will find an acceptance.
As a way of life is slowly erased...
By a perfected deception,
That has come to take its place.
And minds have adapted,
To being entrapped.
With beliefs that a fleecing done...
Will satisfy the bitter taste,
Experienced by those...
Who have had their standards and values,
Come abruptly to a close!
As greed is stopped.
And open gates locked.
With an understanding...
This choice for them was one they chose.
And the ecstasy that teased delusions...
For them has been forever blocked.
'Will you please pass the escargot? '
Find your own snails!
Their all over the beach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conflicting Contradictions
We indulge our 'selves'...
In conflicting contradictions.
We see fit to inflict our misfit ideals...
Upon those who are exposed,
To our unlimited hypocrisies.
We become suspicious of the 'good'!
And yet pray to be delivered from evil.
Although there is a need to feed our temptations...
To satisfy selfish greed,
We can not perceive living without!
Believing with a misguided faith...
This is what God is all about!
And ignoring all the messages sent...
To cloud the 'truth',
With our stubborn doubts!
We twist the simplistic...
To dissect and destroy.
We become distraught,
With a happiness shown
And when that is expressed...
It upsets and annoys!
And we prefer to see it not condoned.
We wish for peace!
And yet any signs of it,
We rip into pieces.
We can not accept this as a sickness!
That is why so much of it has increased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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