Stay Out and Keep Away
Hypothetically insinuated,
Or suggested by opinion.
A picture paints what the message is.
If it is subjected on a focus...
To depict an imagery,
Hyped to be solicited.
People grow tired,
Of those delusioned by pretensions.
An isolated scene as viewed,
To be cutoff from the reality...
Of a life that is lived but distanced.
By those believing their traditions...
Valued as a standard kept.
With a maintaining of a teased jealousy.
And...
Will provide sustaining subsistance,
With perceptions a way of life they live...
Is envied!
Well...
Foolish is the fence fortified,
They have surrounded themselves...
To convince.
With signs posted that display,
'Stay Out and Keep Away From The Fence'
Will someday be taken serious...
By those delivering a dwindling of supplies.
'Should we continue to play along with their lies?
Or ignore them as has been 'our' intention.
With the backdoor feeding of them.
Or keep the supplies for ourselves? '
~Suppose the media gets a sniff of this? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Upkeep Of Images
Approaching a broken fence,
With a brush and a can of paint...
Believing to change its appearance,
With a few minutes given to it.
And a mending with a healing,
Of fresh and accepted perceptions...
Would again begin...is quite admirable.
However,
Wouldn't it be better and cost effective,
If denials were rejected?
And a broken fence needing to be removed,
Would be viewed as a needed thing to do?
IF denials and excuses were not used,
To dilute with a diffusing of reality.
'Maybe you are right.
None of us have heard it stated that way.
We have spent millions,
On the upkeep of images...
And outdated appearances.
With a hope our efforts would influence,
Those times we wish unchanged to stay...
With us forever,
In a never-to-age-land of fantasies.'
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Dwindling Supplies
If no one else has made attempts,
To what was perceived was there
And did not replenish it.
No one person alone can restore
That which is gone.
And isn't there anymore.
If it was not prioritized,
With an inventory taken of dwindling supplies
No one should be surprise,
The diminishing of it
Has vanished from all eyes.
No one can have what is not given right back.
That is not the way,
A feeding comes to stay.
No one can have what is not given right back.
That is not the way,
A feeding comes to stay.
If it was not prioritized,
With an inventory taken of dwindling supplies
No one should be surprise,
The diminishing of it
Has vanished from all eyes.
That is not the way,
A feeding comes to stay.
If no one else has made attempts,
To what was perceived was there
And did not replenish it.
No one person alone can restore
That which is gone.
And isn't there anymore.
No one can have what is not given right back.
That is not the way,
A feeding comes to stay.
No one can have what is not given right back.
That is not the way,
A feeding comes to stay.
No one can have what is not given right back.
That is not the way,
A feeding comes to stay.
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Not On This Side Of Your Fence
Your backyard is in shambles!
And you peer over my fence,
With attempts to convince me...
Your life is one that is more advantageous,
Than the one in peace I live?
One without conflict that exists?
One I enjoy just the way it is?
And you say this is what I am missing...
A chaos I've have long dismissed,
And,
From your point of view...
I am in need of more of it?
Is this your way,
Of asking for assistance...
To help turn on your light switch?
One of us has a need to wake up.
And in my world...
Your world is not invited!
That darkness you provide,
Will not on this side of 'your' fence reside.
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Trying to Convince Ourselves
If I spent my life seeking your approval...
Neither one of us would be improving,
On our point of view.
Or that quality of life we feel is right for us.
We would become stagnant.
Unchanged...
Isolated.
And delusional about who we are.
We would become...
HEY!
We would become what we are right now!
A people totally out of touch with reality.
And trying to convince ourselves...
Others are envious of our display of ignorance!
And you are here,
Trying to prevent me from being who I am.
Showing me the depth of your shallowness...
With traditions you believe makes you superior!
You are in much need of psychological recovery.
First you need to be brought up to date!
And then you need to realize,
How your hatred has been self inflicted.
Hopefully you will have time to experience your life,
Without conflict that has its roots in racial inferiorities.
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Too Late to Compensate For It
Vanity suffers missed opportunities.
It can be compared to one's preference to plastic.
When crystal is available!
But being aware of it may not be known.
A pretense of it is shown.
Even children rarely pay attention to substitutes.
And they rebel the enforcement of it.
Once a truth is nibbled...
More is sought.
The information may be there.
But the presence of it...
Seems to be delivered in uncertainty.
And efforts to shove something of value,
Down folks' throats...
Provokes public scenes.
A falseness is immediately depicted.
And a control is lost!
Ignorance is not bliss.
That rumor should have never been allowed to spread.
When unattended discipline is blown out of proportion...
Expect chaos.
It has already been baited to arrive.
But many in denial are dieting on delusion.
Believing a reality can be sweetened to a preferred taste.
Research occurs.
And statistics are gathered.
To be vain represents a 'missingness' of something.
If something out of the ordinary is viewed as unusual...
And this screams out for help but goes ignored?
With an intention that escalates?
Like a selfishness that stares in one's face?
And more of it goes out of its way to be fed?
With it seen everywhere as a valued standard?
Trouble is not too far behind.
In fact for many it has already climbed over the fence.
Attacking those defenseless.
With hopes to protect themselves,
With the same tired excuses!
And self examinations become offensive.
And from the core of its beginning...
Truth and the reality of it,
Has been so misunderstood,
For what it really is.
And too late to compensate for it!
Or debate it to further irritate those irate.
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Egos Addicted
Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.
How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!
Images are needed,
By a society fantasized...
With hyped perceptions.
At the expense of an enforced,
Dwindling greed.
And those elected to protect their 'treats',
Find they've become accountable...
To ease a reality upon these minds.
Teasing them with beliefs of victory!
When deceit and defeat...
Has surrounded them for sometime!
How can selfishness worshipped...
Be curbed?
Stopped!
And no longer serving,
Those disturbed in denial fits!
How can egos addicted,
Keep from bleeding?
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Another Perception Of Yours To Dramatize
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense.
You can,
If you wish...
Keep your desires to be fed cheaply,
A delusioned fantasy.
But the reality is this...
You've got to pay.
At least 'something' on what has been borrowed.
These debts can no longer be paid,
By threats!
As you continue to feast!
Listen.
You're greedy.
You've been exhausting supplies.
And to keep what you need in inventory,
Is an expense you refuse to comprehend.
Well comprehend this,
Regardless of your feeling offended.
The festival has ended.
To you your threats may make sense.
However...
What is needed is less of your greed to feed.
And more of your co-operation.
Or whatever you believe you need...
Will leave you mind quicker,
Than another perception of yours to dramatize!
With or without,
Your eyes opened wide.
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So Remotely Distanced
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it.
Fed on elitest ideals and dreams,
With luxurized lifestyles...
In condos with high walnut wooden beams,
Is how many see their purpose.
Surrounded by materialistic 'things'.
And things without enlightenment,
Is a life lived incomplete and empty.
With a seeking of sympathy...
When things are taken away from them and gone.
As complaints from them placing blame on others...
Goes on and on and on and on!
Discussing reality brings many to a sadness.
So remotely distanced from truth...
A life without delusion pursued,
Is not a life lived.
And many today refused to do it,
Too.
Choosing their own sanity to maim.
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Whetting of Appetites
Once the teaching of feeding greed,
Becomes the feeling of an entitled addicted life...
The concept of sacrifice initiates the starting of a fight.
As a dimming of an insight,
Struggles against the aspects of this vision.
And those who have been fed they have rights to feast,
Will do their best to keep a diminishing of resources...
Flowing as if warnings of an ending that comes,
Is interpreted to mean...
A different chef has been hired with a fresh menu.
And...
Will be making a presentation of a new buffet,
Needing opinion.
With a hopeful collected approval.
And a teasing meant to make the whetting of appetites,
With anticipation...
A delightful surprise for the eyes when it has arrived.
Any other concept that introduces a dwindling of supplies,
Becomes immediately denied as an impending reality.
Since greed and the ending of it has never been fed to accept.
Or the paying of a piper to play individual requests.
When the piper appears no requests are accepted.
The piper appears to get paid.
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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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To Address As A Valued Standard Formality
People do not want to hear the truth.
Not as it is apply to the activity of reality.
Nor do they want to take time to listen...
With a patience to comprehend,
Anything mentioned to them...
That may be detrimental to their lives.
And with a quickness they find ways,
To fantasize.
However...
A complaining without an end to this,
Many will do...
After learning they have been deceived.
And these very same people,
Do their best to impress with pretensions.
To address as a valued standard formality.
They don't call this deception.
This is preferred to be called social etiquette.
Intermixing with others also associated,
With the giving of false appearances.
As a feeding of nonsense fed is shared between them.
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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.
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Sold On Appearances
The way things 'are' on the inside,
For those who live this life...
As it is lived for them,
Isn't as it seems.
From the outside looking in.
Romancing what one thinks,
Does not always match to link...
With the reality lived and experienced,
Across a fence...
Constructed to protect and restrict,
With intentions meant.
The same can be said,
For an invisible brick wall.
We wish to believe what is there...
But what we imagine,
Is not there at all.
And answers to questions are often stalled.
If our perceptions of others were correct,
Would we live our lives more or less happier?
Would we then spend our time,
Requesting forgiveness?
Or would we lend a hand to our fellowman,
Knowing few skip down yellow brick roads!
Or would we find pavement under no one's feet,
Made to sparkle in bright blinding gold.
Even though all of us as sold on appearances.
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The Other Greener Pasture
that is the usual case
when you look over the fence that you just built
your eyes gaze to the other side
greener than yours
i mean, the grass, not the greenness of your iris
if you could have built a higher fence
so that you can narrow your gaze
within the four corners of your walls
and live this life that is all yours to own
you could have been happier here
but life is not meant to be
just that
four walls, a higher fence, taking all that come
sitting down
and breathing the air inside
the lungs
which until now have not seen the
rays of the sun
play the game
climb a tree
try jumping over your fences
it is only then when
you realize
that after all
your grass has always been
greener
your air more fresh
your fence most stable.
after all you got a poodle
a rose, a butterfly, a bird,
and this PC
that knows how to write poetry.
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Such Is Life
The importance of what we live by,
holding strong, making fight....as time fly's! ! !
All is a matter of perspective,
you know..
the life you live! ! !
To me :) the soul conquers all,
only the petty will fall.
In the truth I have lived just today,
memory of life is all that will stay.
Yes there is ups and downs,
silly people make you frown...
but in the end,
when you close your eyes...
It's only you...
no private lies.
Seeing picture after picture,
from fifty years....
somehow....
their life....
and a few tears :)
Every moment,
every word,
every picture,
every hurt,
a memory :)
Yes, such is life! ! ! ! !
Yes! ! ! !
With An Easy Weeping Done
She runs and hides.
And prefers to be subjected,
To one's search who is seeking.
Clever in procrastinating,
And that is it!
Quick to play follow the dancing ball.
With whomever she finds easy to lick.
Convincing onlookers she is legit.
With flaws not quite hidden,
Although accustomed to deny.
As she embellishes the truth...
She will defy the telling of lies.
Wanting to be praised...
Not hazed for being lazy.
She will go out of her way,
To depict someone else as crazy!
And to any extent in her own defense...
A keeping of pretensions,
Is her intention.
She runs and hides.
And prefers to be subjected,
To one's search who is seeking.
With an easy weeping done...
She fears a truth that chases.
But celebrations that are faked,
Do come to an end.
'She's just being who she is.'
~And I'm making it clear I'm no longer her victim.
I do not solicit with a choice to choose,
Whether I prefer deception or betrayal.
Or both as a joke to provoke my integrity.
And that's just...
Being me.
I'm too familiar with the environment.~
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Eyes Betrayed
Eyes trained to look away,
With beliefs that which remains...
From them one day will vanish to fade...
Are eyes betrayed.
And generations will pass,
With perceptions the grass is greener...
On the other side of a fence,
Eyes staying fixed on it...
Hope someday will be theirs to get,
If they did nothing but sat to sit...
Fixed.
While allowing the weeds in their fields,
To grow...
With a doing of nothing about it!
And generations will pass,
With perceptions the grass is greener...
On the other side of a fence,
Eyes staying fixed on it...
Hope someday will be theirs to get.
And...
Those eyes trained to look away,
With beliefs that which remains...
From them one day will vanish to fade...
Are eyes betrayed.
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Just A Fence
I say this in truth and not in pretense
All else I wish to own is just a fence
A fence that is made out of steel or wood
Placed around my property as it should
Around my home to protect like a guard
So my dogs won't escape from their yard
I want them to be free without a restraint
To run and play without a neighbors complaint
A fence also to be a barrier from the street
So the many dangers or hazards they will not meet
But sadly I am poor and I have no extra expense
So all that I wish for, is just a fence.
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Suspicions In The Way
Weren't we once in love?
Or was that just another game to play?
Weren't we once there for one another?
Or was that just for public display?
Questions unanswered.
Time lost and investments hindered.
Broken and mended,
With emotions on the fence.
I was never in love like that.
Nor have I ever,
Been that way since.
Weren't we once in love?
Questions unanswered.
Or was that just another game to play?
Questions unanswered.
Weren't we once there for one another?
Questions unanswered.
Or was that just for public display?
Questions unanswered,
And...
Suspicions,
In the way!
Can't get off the fence,
With suspicions in the way.
Can't get off the fence,
With suspicions in the way.
Can't get off the fence,
With suspicions in the way.
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Examine the Dwindling of Your Whims
Listen to them...
Self described conservatives.
Directors of isolated separations.
Keepers of crumbling values...
Inflicted in strict restricting divisions.
And unmonitored greed.
Delusioned in self righteous feeding.
Listen to them...
Self described conservatives.
Then from your listening,
Examine the environment!
Examine your diminished way of life.
Then self examine the dwindling of your whims.
And the color of your money.
Is anyone who is oppressed,
Have their image imprinted?
Where are their wishes implemented?
And on whose backs,
Are sentiments lamented?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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