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Smoked Screens

A gamble projected to succeed,
Has failed miserably.
And it seems as though,
Those wishing to influence...
With more excessive tricks,
Are continuing to make false appearances...
From behind smoked screens.

As if to float on majestic clouds...
With no one aware of their slickness.
And no, they are not convincing enough,
Since...
Too many are awakening from all delusions.

And the acknowledgement of it,
For those snapping out from under a spell...
That had left them unconscious,
Can no longer avoid the attempts made...
To leave them permanently hypnotized.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishing long live the butterflys

Wishing you were free
Wishing going wherever you see
Wishing life isnt plain
Wishing you have no pain
Wishing you can breath
Wishing you cant leave
Wishing you can stay
Wishing you can fly
Wishing you have the whole day
Wishing to watch the clouds pass by
Wishing you were a butterfly
Iong live that butterfly

poem by Fading Heart
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Manipulating From Behind Smoked Screens

Did they not,
Choose to make their own beds?
Did they not,
Choose the kind of lives they've led?
Did they not,
Build up attitudes...
To remove themselves from others.
Those they felt would threaten,
Their embellished point of view.

Did they not,
Assemble with one another?
Did they not,
Lie to see themselves succeed.
Did they not,
Squirm when confronted with the truth before them?
Run to hide behind walls they made,
To bleed from their own miseries.

Did they not,
Squirm when confronted with the truth before them?
Run to hide behind walls they made,
To bleed from their own miseries.

And they soon will be seen...
As the ones who stalled forward movement,
For others...
By manipulating from behind smoked screens!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undecided

The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!

Reality should remove conditions for debate.
It would seem to aid those in doubt.
With little to figure out.

But many refuse to see...
What 'is' for what it 'is'.
As they seek confirmation,
For their delusions kept!

And that is why so many are left,
To choose the more painless side of life.
While wishing to live it to remain undecided.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Commemoration

I don't feel lost of hope
Because I don't feel any hope
I'm not afraid of death
The only thought is you I should leave
Wishing you far away from sadness
Wishing you're not be haunted by nightmare again
I will go without waiting the dawn
If you fell, remember
You are mine
You are mine
May the light of hope be with you
If you face the gamble
Don't cry and keep your running
And all sorrow and pain must be gone
That is the future you can't avoid
Even you ask to any gods in this world

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sleeping Beauty

delusional
i believe i could cure it all for you dear
coax or trick or drive or
drag the demons from you
make it right for you sleeping beauty
truly thought i could heal you
far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
failing miserably to rescue sleeping beauty
truly thought i couuld make it right
if i kissed you one more time to
help you face the nightmare
but you're far too poison for me
such a fool to think that i could wake you from your slumber
that i could actually heal you
sleeping beauty
poisoned and hopeless
far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
failing miserably to find a way to comfort you
far beyond a visible sign of your awakening
hiding from some poisened memory
poisened and hopeless
sleeping beauty

song performed by by A Perfect Circle from Mer De Noms
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Wishing I Did Not Leave

If I did not miss you...
I would not lay awake,
Convincing myself I hate you.

And I would 'never' give you that satisfaction,
Of knowing how much I am concerned.
Because I am not!
I could care less.

Or give you the right to 'think'
You can live without me.
What has happened between us,
Has not left me tormented.

Even though...
That is what you wish for me to believe.
That I am the one grieving.
Please!
You will never have it like that!
Not with me.
You are not even a passing thought!

Since I could care less,
How much you toss and turn in your sleep...
Wishing I did not leave.
I 'hope' you now have been taught a lesson!

If I did not miss you...
I would not lay awake,
Convincing myself I hate you.
I despise you...I do!

You make me sick!
And I hope you are somewhere,
Knowing it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spirit of the Clouds

oh! mind keeps me wonder, of how the sky brings
so bright, where all seems float like a dazzling
wings of the twinkling horizon of the night

tell me then my heart if you find my wizard tail,
hold on the moving clouds in the sky, lead me to
the wishing spirit of the sky, the bluest truth, that
all may come and go just like a wishing well of
endless dream I see

come never have doubt for only your inner heart
of the sky can blow the candle in the dark of the
night; here me my soul, as I touch the dearly heart
of dew in the clouds you fold in my bottomless
sky

wake me up in those seeking tiding clouds of
infinite reality, for know one leave the golden heart
in your own destiny.....I’ll go my love

poem by Antonio Liao
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Workin' Man (Nowhere To Go)

Wishing well, wish me well
on a dream bought with a penny
wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
lonely faces stare from your pool
and I can\'t bear to see a fool tonight
so make it right wishing well
wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
did you know she would go
then why did you hide it
if you knew then I\'d be without her now
you could have let me know somehow
can\'t wish and tell, wishing well
wishing well, cast a spell, send her love\'s sweet emotion
do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If there\'s a chance, I won\'t believe we\'re thru
show me wishes still come true
it\'s up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
It\'s up to you, wishing well
its up to you, wishing well
it\'s up to you, wishing well

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Wishing Well

Wishing well, wish me well
On a dream bought with a penny
Wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
Lonely faces stare from your pool
And I cant bear to see a fool tonight
So make it right wishing well
Wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
Did you know she would go
Then why did you hide it
If you knew then Id be without her now
You could have let me know somehow
Cant wish and tell, wishing well
Wishing well, cast a spell, send her loves sweet emotion
Do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If theres a chance, I wont believe were thru
Show me wishes still come true
Its up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
Its up to you, wishing well
Its up to you, wishing well
Its up to you, wishing well

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Where the Heart Is

One of us does not belong here!
You make appearances all over the place...
Defending your right to be who you are.
Taking what does not belong to you,
And calling it yours!
Even by doing that...
You lack ability to maintain order!
And everywhere I go I feel absolutely comfortable!
And you tell me I have issues and baggage?
Until someone insists I'm not convincing enough...
By making attempts to reduce me to depths,
Of their insecurities!
With promotions of accomplishments imagined!
I'll remain quite focused.
But then...
I'm not all over the place,
Trying to find my way 'home'!
Isn't that where the heart is?
And why so many are without them!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Charade of Parading Unconsciousness

Bloated misquotes,
Intentionally spoken to provoke...
With schemes planted,
By the shallow minded.
Have backed fired!
The purpose had been
To place those of these misdeeds
In positions others would see as influential.

And they have become extremely successful,
Accomplishing their goals.
Many have discovered them as totally insignificant.
And those they have slandered...
With character assassinations,
Have now found themselves assessed,
As visionaries!

But then again...
Why does it take the heartbreak of isolation,
For idiots to be uncovered?

Who implements this charade,
Of parading unconsciousness...
That feeds blinded appetites,
To float on comments unspoken or thought
By the ones brought to shame and ostracism.
And it happens too conveniently to smear,
The ones not in fear to speak sincerely!

Who implements this charade,
Of parading unconsciousness?
When will the tricks of this wicked slickness end?
Is this too woven into the fabric?
It can not be that tight of a weave...
Since many are awakening highly pissed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was Not Born to Be Unconcious

I did not recognize this gift given,
Until I realized the efforts of those...
Making clear what I had,
Would be theirs to take away.

And I was not born to be unconscious.
Not for games on me to be played.

Some would make attempts,
To show the ease of it.
As if what is done,
Takes no dedication.

And I was not born to be unconscious.
Before I leap there is reflective hesitation.

I did not recognize this gift given,
Until I realized the efforts of those...
Making clear what I had,
Would be theirs to take away.

And I was not born to be unconscious.
Like some have chosen to be today!

I have always been guided,
To walk on my path with an insight...
I believed ignited all who existed.
Until I discovered a few deceptively twisted.

And I was not born to be unconscious.
To consciously bump into walls to me is sick!

Some would make attempts,
To show the ease of it.
As if what is done,
Takes no dedication.

And I was not born to be unconcious.
Not to deliberately inflict my own pain.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Of An Event To Entertain

I've given you every opportunity,
To make sense.
Even at my own expense,
This has been done...
As I remained silent.

And your time spent,
Convincing others with your sentiments...
Has only made your attempts to appear desperate,
More of an event to entertain than to impress a point...
You have yet to make with sustaining substance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insinuations

There are many sides to determination.
And many are not too obviously displayed.
Like the ones who are determined by others,
Not to be impressive by appearances alone.

Those determining people like this,
Have no influence...
Are generally mistakened on the basis of their analogies.
Perhaps it is a college degree...
Or the schools such degrees were by some people received.

And there are those who are just determined to succeed.
On their own merit.
With a turning down of requests of assistance...
By those they care not to name drop.

Some people like to be in the company,
Of those they perceive are 'real.
No matter what they've got.
Or titles they may wear.
Eye or skin color or texture of hair.

People like these are not living their lives,
Based upon limitation or those kinds of insecurities.
With the acceptance and the acknowledgement...
A sexual performance got us all here!
With few, if any, exceptions open to debate!

'PLEASE!
Your insinuations are distasteful! '

Nope!
That's not one of the exceptions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desiring To Control

Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
With a penetrating done,
Meant to be permanent.

But an unsuspecting awakening...
Is beginning to make attempts,
To prevent this evil and devilment sent.

Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
And it should come as no surprise,
How the quality of deceit with the use of effective lies...
Has hypnotized with a sweetened treatment,
That has controlled the lives of unconscious minds.

Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Are being removed slowly...
From the ones responsible,
For the escalation of troubling world events.

And even though this wickedness to many doesn't make sense...
It does,
If you are among the few...
Desiring to control and over many to rule!
With a keeping of a population convinced...
What is being done is in their best interest meant.

'Do you smell that? '

~No.
Smell what? ~

'A very slight presence,
Of manure in the air! '

~No,
I haven't noticed it.~

'You will...
Or my name is not Wilson.'

~Your name isn't Wilson.~

'That's just how strong that stench is going to be.
Who we 'think' we are...
Will never again be the same.
AND...
Mother Nature?
Is not just going to stand by and watch the unfolding either.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Left Without an Au Revoir

You fled like the last summer breeze,
Without whispering a word; without a tease.
I am sadly disappointed; I thought you were different.
I thought that you were a special plant,
You had a sweetly exotic smell,
And you would gently usher me under your spell.

Instead, you crushed me in a cruel and unusual way;
You surreptitiously broke my heart,
You abruptly and unnecessarily took me apart.
Oh! You miserably failed to make my day.
You vanished like the last spring frost,
You abandoned me in sadness and in lust.
I am left to fight the demons and the stooges alone.
You fled without an au revoir, without humming a last song.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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San Fransico 1988

Year was 1988,
went to San Francisco
feeling really great.
Went over the Golden Gate Bridge,
seeing Alcatraz where the criminals
used to live.
Bought a t-shirt souvenir,
never did keep it after
all those years.
Later went to Reno but
did not gamble,
Boyfriend drank
Bloody Marys while
I drank ice-tea like Snapple.
We flew into Houston on
the way home,
Mother in law told
Us to leave cause
Boyfriend smoked pot
and got stoned.
It was a fun experience
Wish longer it did last,
but too bad, leave
it to an old hag.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.18,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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