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So Much Today Is Being Revealed

So much today is being revealed,
By those who profess...
Of keeping their traditions sacred.

Without a batting of an eye,
They use alibis to falsify their misdeeds.
And protect their evil ways to declare their faith.

Evading to escape truth,
Are those advocating their rights to abuse...
Without shame, remorse or valued redemption.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Seems Deliberate To Soften The Blows

It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When facts are revealed and the truth is exposed.
And the advocating of attacks on those picked,
Have been publicly admitted...
To have those accusing to be in the midst of it.

It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When opposition discover themselves as foes...
And not the ones they have depicted to be,
Of criminal intent...
As they wish others to believe and perceive.

It seems deliberate to soften the blows,
When it has been revealed and the public knows...
Who has been incompetent!
With a sleazing of an integrity,
Undercover but eventually discovered.

To then have themselves excused...
With a forgiveness wished to be given.
And alibis used.
As a defense mechanism,
To make senseless their attacks...
They were prepared to abuse others without the facts

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned to Feed

Isn't it easy to defame and shame another?
And in public profess to an innocence addressed.

Many are conditioned to feed on deception.
To protect themselves and insecurities.
While finger pointing and finding fault.
But not admitting to their own frustrations...
And/or to their own evil misdeeds.

People like this seek pity and empathy.
As they disable emotions of those too blind to see...
They are demons in sheep clothing...
Pretending to be in sympathetic need!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even Today The Incompetent Deny It

What will you say to those,
Who were unafraid.
The ones of faith and spoke the truth.
The ones you have betrayed.

What realities will form your words,
To be accepted and believed.
What will one who spoke of hatred,
Say to those who suffered from misdeeds.

Even today the incompetent deny it.
They gather to seek new committees...
To explain their failures.

Even today deceit is used.
To attempt more confusion.
And to abuse those accused...
Of seeing things too clearly!

What will you say to those,
Who were unafraid.
The ones of faith and spoke the truth.
The ones you have betrayed.

What will you say,
When that day arrives...
To find you,
The one despised.
What will you then say?
It is okay?
Like you have done...
To have things your way.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Afraid To Be Revealed

There are those so afraid to be revealed by the truth.
And so afraid they are to come out of hiding.
They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.
To keep their pains and resentments concealed.

Their misdeeds directed have come to affect their minds.
And the years of deceit now have come to surface.
In illnesses they try to numb.
With prescribed drugs to keep them hidden.
But eventually...
Truth shows what they have done!

There are those so afraid to be revealed by the truth.
And so afraid they are to come out of hiding.
They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.
To keep their pains and resentments concealed.

But their agonies...
Keep them from peacefully sleeping.
Their agonies keep them constantly weeping.
With no escape...
From the misdeeds they can not shake!
Or from them go away!
To live lives for them that have been totally fake!

And they may or may not know...
What they've done to others,
Those that were not aware of it...
See it cleary.
Because truth always shows,
What has not before been exposed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Most People Evil

During their last thrill ride aboard evil,
Those caught up in their wicked ways...
Will not suspect,
Themselves to be targeted to be repaid.
Like most people evil,
They believe themselves above refute.
Like most people evil,
They believe whatever they do...
Will not return back upon them to haunt.
And taunt them for their rest of their lives.

During their last thrill ride aboard evil,
Those responsible for the abuse of others...
No matter how these afflictions upon them done,
Those people evil and enjoying it...
Will come to feel and know,
The meaning of pain.
And like most people evil,
What they come to experience for their misdeeds...
Will be attempted to be the blame to claim on others.
Like most people evil in the midst of what they do,
Campaigning to inflict themselves with their own sorrows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is Inevitable

Accepted or not.
Deceived or manipulated,
To replace it with dishonesty.
Truth.
When it is revealed,
Can no longer be concealed.
Or interpreted for something it is not.

And regretting not to have embraced it,
When that opportunity comes.
To have it faced,
Does not change the integrity of those
Who have known and lived the truth.
When opposition displays its evil.

Although,
Those who have based their lives.
On lies told as they lived,
Are the ones haunted by their misdeeds.
Observed as seen.

Leaving truth shown to be spoken and known,
Eventually winning all battles!
It is inevitable that an evil is chased away.
Once the masquerading of it has been exposed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Equal Rights,2011

equal rights to live,
equal rights to love.
equal rights to believe,
to speak out, to stand up
and be counted.

equal rights to work,
equal rights to study.
equal rights to build.
equal rights to profess faith,
equal rights to pray.

equal rights to give...
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Kept Agendas Prioritized For Devilment

Many try to deny...
That demon that sits within them.
Hiding behind alibis disguised.
In church pews...
To bow,
Their embittered heads.
To mask their lies.

With truth sent away.
And blocked from regaining,
An entrance to stay.
Kept agendas prioritized for devilment...
Betrays the image,
Falsely on display.

Many try to deny...
That demon that sits within them.
Hiding behind alibis disguised.
In church pews...
To bow,
Their embittered heads.
To mask their lies.

And revenge with vindictiveness,
Sits in masquerade.
As hypocrites gather together...
Quoting from scriptures,
To protect their evil ways!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They never change,

They never change,
They never change,
Never come and understand any event,
They talk bad,
Gossip,
Manipulate,
Ruin reputations,
These are the Ignorant,
They never care,
They never change,
They abuse,
They kill and destroy,
Ignore love,
Embrace the Burdens,
Non-fearing God that start wearing Evil,
But all glory goes to God,
Imagine that we are in a Warfare,
That we must fight on and on to see that Eventful Truth,
Truth that is Everlasting,
Must be Revealed by the Beauty of the Regime,
Start seeing,
Fight the good fight in Suffering and long Humility,
There are the days that bring glory than downfall,
Embrace that Salvation to Redemption.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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As Is Meant To Be Told

With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.

There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.

The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.

Watch them mentally self destruct.

'Who? '

Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.

There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.

'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '

Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.

'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '

It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Those Battles Between Them Persist Without End

I am not one to analyze or bring to judgement,
The misdeeds done by those now dead.
Or correct with facts those deceits done,
To shed bright light upon that which has been said.
There is nothing in it for me,
To declare a victory.

However,
I am one to speak from my own experiences...
About those implications that were fed to devastate.
And reason and causes of those effects,
That have left divisions needing mending...
From an implementing by those dead,
To have those they disliked...
Tossing without sleep in their beds at night.

A healing from wrongs to make them right,
Has to take place to stop needless fights.
And what is there to gain to maintain conflicts?
By the ones living unable to comprehend...
Why those battles between them persist without end.

I am not one to analyze or bring to judgement,
The misdeeds done by those now dead.
Or correct with facts those deceits done,
To shed bright light upon that which has been said.
There is nothing in it for me,
To declare a victory.

'Why are you fighting?
And what purpose does it serve? '

~Because it's...
Because it is a,
Well...
Because! ~

And there is absolutely nothing in it for you,
To continue blindly doing those things you do...
Because of tradition?

What is your definition of that tradition?
And those living to defend it?
Why can't you respond for a meaning of it to mention.
Or know where to begin.
Since many traditions held today...
Have proven to make little if any sense!

To declare what is your tradition?
To maintain one's right to remain ignorant?

'Lower your weapons.
I'm just asking you a question.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Much Has Been Revealed

A renewal of beliefs to review to meet,
Ingredients now fed to eat is much needed.
An obscruity of that which had been valued,
Blocks steps on paved roads now used today.
Updating of standards is more specific than wished.
Too much has been revealed.

Too much has been revealed.

What was 'then' thought and taught as reality,
Has come to cast shadows on that which had existed.

Too much has been revealed.

Overwhelmed are those attempting to restrict themselves,
To lives lived in limitations.

Too much has been revealed.

A transformation is in progress.
And will not cease by those wishing with ease...
To have it swept away in defeat to critique it with ratings.
To place its significance with a label that stays.
Too much...
Has been revealed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.

quote by Abraham Lincoln
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs

The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.

And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.

Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Will Provide An Undoing With Proof

One accused and abused by false allegations made...
Can not today walk away from them,
Without suspicion of admitting guilt.
Or believe from an evil one can leave unscathed.

And if one fights those accusing...
Who have defamed with a character assassination,
It is thought one seeks an attention to be given...
To protect an integrity one hopes doesn't fade.

What is the best thing that one should do?
Stand aside to witness what God does and proves,
To bring torment to those of evil minds...
With a doing that confines them to grief everytime.

What is the best thing that one should do?
Keep faith and remain on the side of truth.
With an acknowledgement one day,
Truth will provide an undoing with proof.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alibi's

(d. pickerill/p. o'donoughue)
It's no use you saying
That you can't be staying
'round this place anymore
Then there's no point remaining
That the sky keeps on raining
'round this particular door
Then it's no surprise
All you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis
They're only alibis
It's no use you dreaming
Of old times and feelings
That just aren't there anymore
Then there's no use you scheming
About ways to stop me leaving
Because i've heard it all before
And it's no surprise
All you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis
They're only alibis
There's no sense in crying
Or sitting down and sighing
It doesn't work anymore
And talking's out of fashion
There's no substitute for passion
And i can't take it anymore
And it's no surprise
'cos all you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis
All you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis
All you keep giving me
All you keep giving me
Are your alibis

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Denials Kept

Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Produce conflicts to fulfill.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.

Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.

Denials kept,
Destroys not create.
Denials kept,
Chases with debates.
Denials kept,
Confuses those who lose.
Denials kept,
Is the choice of fools.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.

Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Produce conflicts...
To fulfill.

Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.

Denials kept,
Kills.
Kills.
Kills.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Representing All of Life

Stereotypes no longer thrive,
As realities for them anymore.
There are too many avenues,
Where truth is revealed and oozes.

However,
There is an escape attempted now and then...
By those still proposing their point of view.

And ridiculous this becomes for the ones,
Who have committed to listen...
Since they have a self respect left that's valued.

Although to announce they are trapped amongst fools,
Would jeopardize their employment.
As well as lower their chances to get that ten cent raise!

It seems today that those 'lowlifes'...
Are representing all of life.
And folks are not so quick to admit,
They wish they were born of a different color!

Some just wish they knew more thieves and crooks!
And had lifetime 'careers' in religion and politics.
Where few are bothered to pay taxes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Been Revealed

What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil’s Root (1)

Evil is like a bad disease
Affecting heart and soul
Bringing its victim to their knees
It robs them of their goal

Some seek in depth the devil’s course
We seek where shame begins
We search the world; it’s evil source
The root of all our sins

Genetics; is our prime excuse
Creation’s sad mistake
When parent’s drink, their drug abuse!
But not commands; we break

We’ve always someone else to blame
Remorse, is less than rare
Some shrink inside in fear of shame
Yet most don’t even care

Evil conceived, finds death; it’s dawn
Rebellion waxes wild
Satanic brood, the devil’s spawn
The noose for man and child

The beast, forever on the prowl
Brings death to those yet blind
Like flies upon some meat gone foul
A tumour to the mind

Attractive; as it often seems
Seductive to the core
It taunts us in our very dreams
Yet still we crave for more

But evil is the devil’s gain
Man’s choice to disobey
Where Satan is allowed to reign
God’s children fall and stray…PTO

poem by Michael P. Johnson
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