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Resistance To Its Existence

Only those who have discovered the truth,
For what it really is...
Can no longer submit to denial.
Or masquerade the experiencing of pain.
Pain has a way of making personal,
Its visitations...
When the prolonging of a resistance,
To its existence...
Is revealed in the feeling of it.
With an intended healing,
From all that had been delusioned.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants,
Subdued...
In a resistance to truth's existence.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Refusing the acceptance of truth...
Is observed subdued,
In a resistance to its existence.

And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
While attempting to escape from its insistence.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On A Path Of Least Resistance

I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance.

I'm on a path of least resistance,
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance.

Pain,
And its existence.
Felt,
And its existence.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.

Pain,
And its existence.
Felt,
And its existence.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.

I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance,
And I need to get away.

I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance,
And I need to get away.
Oh!
Pain,
And its existence.
Oh.
Felt,
And its existence.
Oh.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.

Oh pain,
And its existence.
Oh.
Felt,
And its existence.
Oh.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.

I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance,
And I need to get away.
Oh!
Pain,
And its existence.
Oh.
Felt,
And its existence.
Oh.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.

Pain and its existence,
From it...
I need to get away.

I'm on a path of least resistance.
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
The least resistance.
On a path of least resistance.
And I need to get away.

Oh pain,
And its existence.
Oh.
Felt,
And its existence.
Oh.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.

Pain,
And its existence.
And I need to get away.
Pain in this existence.
Pain in this existence.

There is a pain in this existence.
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance.
And I need to get away.
There's too much pain in this existence.
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance.
And I need to get away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Levels Already Delusioned

Interpretating what life should be,
On levels already delusioned...
By those doing their best to enforce their standards,
Upon the mindset of every living human being...
Begets only pain and sorrow,
To those who have created their existence...
For others to follow to eventually discover themselves,
Plagued by insecurities and self destruction.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Found To Offend

Fantasies fed will keep a people seduced,
To believe in anything...
With the sweetening of entitlements,
Easily given.

How else can it be explained,
A truth that exists going purposely ignored...
And found to offend,
Whenever the existence of it is mentioned...
With a resistance of it?

And those with a consciousness daring to do this,
Labelled misfits seeking attention?

Fantasies fed will keep a people seduced,
To believe in anything...
With the sweetening of entitlements,
Easily given.

How else can it be explained,
A truth that exists going purposely ignored...
And found to offend,
Whenever the existence of it is mentioned...
With a resistance of it?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Your Love

Heres another speech you wish Id swallow
Another cue for you to fold your ears
Another train of thought too hard to follow
Chugging along to the song that belongs to the shifting of gears
Please forgive me for my distance
The pain is evident in my existence
Please forgive for my distance
The shame is manifest in my resistance
To your love, to your love, to your love
I wouldve warned you, but really, whats the point?
Caution could but rarely ever helps
Dont be down when my demeanor tends to disappoint
Its hard enough even trying to be civil to myself
Please forgive me for my distance
The pain is evident in my existence
Please forgive for my distance
The shame is manifest in my resistance
To your love, to your love, to your love
My derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon
Around you
But by the time Im close to you, I lose
My desideratum and now you, so
Now you have it, so baby tell me whats the word?
Am I your gal, or should I get out of town?
I just need to be reassured
Do you just deal it out, or can you deal with
What I lay down?
Please forgive me, for my distance
The pain is evident in my existence
Please forgive me for my distance
The shame is manifest in my resistance
To your love, to your love, to your love

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Truth Is Making Its Presence Felt

Truth is making its presence felt.
And there are so many,
Who have never dealt with it before.
Believing it to be destructible.
Like a steel fence built.
Or a wall to dvide,
Contructed of concrete.

Truth is as powerful as the air supplied,
One needs to breathe.
And born to ignore it...
Does not ceases its existence!

Truth is making its presence felt.
Much like Mother Nature has...
To those who have a concept,
That the Earth upon all leech...
Is not a living, thinking being.
And how this goes misunderstood...
Is beginning to awaken those asleep!

Truth...
Is making its presence felt.
And an acceptance of it,
Has not been left to debate...
For other choices to make.
Whether the message or the messenger,
Is disliked...
Will not soften the bite of truth.

Be prepared to swallow it!
Or be eatened up and gobbled!

Truth...
Not more variety of delusions,
Is making its presence felt!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just A Gimmick Used To Convince

If people were as territorially protective,
With a pride that motivated as is claimed...
It would be shown in their appearances.
With no mistaking of this visually.
It would be observed to be seen,
Like other games played.

And yet...
What is heard and unmistaken,
Is a desire to feed more greed.
A desire to be entertained socially.
And an increase in pay,
For everything done they do.
Even if that means picking up a broom,
To sweep both front and back...
With a keeping clean,
Those places where they live.

If people were as territorially protective,
With a pride that motivated as is claimed...
It would be shown in their appearances.
With no mistaking of this visually.
It would be observed to be seen.
But it isn't.
It's just a gimmick used to convince,
Minds already delusioned and deceived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upheaval

You may moan about these times we live.
And complain about how you have been affected.
Attempt to do those very same things done,
You did yesterday!
And the day before that and got the same results.
But today...
If your eyes have not been open all the way,
Without tunnel vision
As a means to satisfy your existence.
You 'may' discover a more enriched life,
When it has been discovered...
An evolution of drastic change is upon us!
Those delusioned that the glory days will return...
Will be distanced!
Everything about this life,
Is going through an upheaval!
Believe it.
Even myths will be dismissed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Stubborn Wishful Missions

As exposed as truth has become,
To lay stripped in raw nakedness...
Under a clear Sun...cloudless!
And without a shadow to cast,
The appearance of its existence...
As had been done in the past,
By those passing to barter shared doubts...
There are those still refusing,
To see truth for what it is.

And they gather together,
In stubborn wishful missions...
Hoping their prayers will chase truth away,
For something that is more suitable...
That will keep their delusions fed.
As exposed as truth has become,
With nothing left to be said or read to be done...
Between lines to redefine its existence or content.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disguised As Too Painful To Face

When people wish to relive their failures,
To have them praised as victories...
What better days can they look forward to living?
And upon whose values delusioned,
Are these dreams to be realized?
If truth is despised,
And disguised as too painful to face...
Without it masqueraded.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Enact

To use statistics like fanatics.
To control and to attack!
With one purpose to achieve...
The holding of 'some' people back!

To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!

To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!

To use statistics like fanatics.
To control and to attack!
With one purpose to achieve...
The holding of 'some' people back!
And this is done effectively...
To hide this as a fact!

To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!

To enact...
A meaningful existence.
To enact...
A control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused!

To enact,
Like a coup...
A meaningful existence.
To enact,
As they choose...
Control without resistance.
To enact...
A rule no one refuses.
No matter who's abused.
Or who's left to be confused,
Or fooled!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Certifiably Delusioned

I know,
You prefer the taste of your life sweet.
And I seem to be repeatedly embittered.
I admit it!
Now...
Which one of us is certifiably delusioned?

I can not escaped from the experience of my scars.
Have you ever made attempts to live your life,
Without tasting anything that had not been pre-sweetened?

I know,
You prefer the taste of your life sweet.
And I seem to be repeatedly embittered.
I admit it!
Now...
Which one of us is certifiably delusioned?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Supportive

Most of them fear truth.
And they are doing the best they can,
To keep it from becoming popular.
Especially those who believe they can control it,
With an imposing of their shallow interpretations.
But then again,
When taking conditioned mindsets for what they are...
It is best to keep children fantasized,
For their entire lives.
They are more supportive in the excusing of misdeeds.
As long as they are kept pleased and delusioned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Is Truth

Truth is
Weapons can not cut you
Fire can not burn you
Water can not wet you
Wind can not dry you
And You are in truth
You are the truth

2

I know truth is
Imperishable
I know truth is
Indefinable
I know truth is
Eternal
Pursuing truth
I know Truth is
Final.

3

Truth
We must recognized
Truth
Always present
And untruth has
No existence.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Racist Cowardice

He declares and speaks the truth.
Daring to clear the air...
Of polluted deceitful affairs.

Some distrust such crushing done.
Since honesty had never been delivered...
So bare that it glares,
In the face of those delusioned.

Foundations cracking,
From under false assumptions.
Stunning those fantasized,
By such reductions.

And he is qualified to lead them.
Although they wish his lips would soften.
He declares and speaks the truth to them.
Something that has not been done often...
To a nation afflicted with racist cowardice.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into Themselves

People into themselves,
Live lives delusioned to fantasize.
And they are distracted by facts,
With a hope one day...
A reality they wish to inflict,
Will not restrict with obstacles...
That affect their strides.

It becomes increasingly difficult,
To support and defend...
Those like them.
They are not molded with backbone,
Another could depend.

Fence sitters undecided,
With a self esteem dismissed.
Often are destructive to progress...
With a delaying of it.

And direct they are not.
Deceivers they tend to be.
With a seeking of attention...
To stop a process intended,
That will expose their activity...
Lacking in accountability!

People into themselves,
Live lives delusioned to fantasize.
And they are distracted by facts,
With a hope one day...
A reality they wish to inflict,
Will not restrict with obstacles...
That affect their strides.
Or the need they have to embellish,
From the shadows where they hide.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hooked And Fantasized

When did the playing of,
Jeopardy.
Truth Or Consequences.
And Wheel Of Fortune...
Become more seriously played,
Than the game of politics?
And 'that' game has effected,
The Days Of Our Lives...
Far greater than any soap opera,
Created...
To keep us all hooked and fantasized,
As if addicted with wishes to remain delusioned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Forever Wounded

Strength has never survived on the back of lies.
It can pretend well from its beginnings.
However...
It is not comfortable with the ride,
That makes attempts to sustain an honest presence.
Eventually,
It is observed for what it is.
And truth has never been that painful to be revealed!
But lies concealed and discovered...
Seem to leave those who tell them,
The forever wounded!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Cordiality

Approaching those with mindsets fixed,
In fantasies delusioned based...
Would be with a cordiality and at its best.
Even though that 'may' be interpreted later,
As something other than what was exchanged.

Remember this when in these situations,
Those unable to handle truth directly...
And already showing signs of mental instability,
Are not going to overnight awaken comprehending...
To accept anyone's honesty as a gift given to deliver.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Realistic Communistic Moves

Realistic communistic moves have taken over.
The government uses taxpayer's money meant...
To stop the bleeding of their own decadence.
This turn of events is socialistic with intent.
As the sinking continues...
As denial is fed,
To everyone delusioned and fantasized instead.

Optimistic wishes greet,
One world rule that comes.
The land of the free and home of the brave...
Has been sold by the greedy.
A fact none accept.
Yet one can bet...
Has already been done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Resistance is thought transformed into feeling. Change the thought that creates the resistance, and there is no more resistance.

quote by Robert Conklin
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