Stepping At Least An Inch Away
Choosing to live one's life,
Honestly...
Would seem to be a no brainer,
For many.
But there are those who have chosen,
To hide their lives behind deceit,
And praying daily to be saved...
From reality.
And I am not the one to say,
From delusions it is easy to wake up.
Or pray what is accustomed for some to go away.
But I know that stepping at least an inch...
Away from one's self everyday,
Helps to remove all kinds of restrictions.
And if attempted more than this,
Can be witnessed and realized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Him Credit For Something
He wants to damage our way of life...
And the economy!
He wants to frighten us with scare tactics.
With a bombardment of truths.
And we aren't accustomed to it!
He wants to inflict us with decisions,
Unlike any made before.
He wants to remove deceit and lies.
And expose us to reality.
To leave that at our front doors.
He dares to reveal an incompetent government.
He dares to be a leader...
Choosing to use common sense.
'Don't be so hard on him!
He has yet to say anything...
About taking away your delusions.
Those he wishes you to keep.
They have been excluded.
Give him credit for something! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The End
Everyday and in many ways,
Our lives lived is another test to pass.
Like a taking of a quiz.
With answers heard that are daily given,
For a patience to wait to escape from reality.
And every few years people solicit...
With expensive campaigns,
In the supporting of a leader politcally correct...
Who will correct those sorrows and pains,
To remain us all who benefits and gains.
And in the end,
We get more accustomed...
To the bending of our backs,
With complaints of who is not delivering...
That accepted touch that does not affect delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Say You Are Saved
Peppered and salted is your tongue.
And you say you are saved.
Prepared and quick you are,
To assault and offend anyone.
And you say you are saved.
What is it you run from when done?
When you say you are saved.
What is it that you think,
You are protected from?
When you say you are saved.
Do you have what's needed to stop your agonies?
And when you plead to be released from bended knees...
Repeatedly,
What is that saves you...
When you say you pray faithfully,
And it stays that way everyday.
What is it you run from when done?
When you say you are saved.
What is it that you think,
You are protected from?
When you say you are saved.
To hide what you do on a daily basis.
Peppered and salted is your tongue.
And you say you are saved.
Prepared and quick you are,
To assault and offend anyone.
And you say you are saved.
You say it.
But what is it saved that you obey?
You 'say' you are saved,
But...
From what?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honestly
This poem is dedicated to Kimberly Ashley Evans.♥
Honestly I know I love you
Honestly I hope you know thats true
Honestly you are the one
Honestly I hope we are never done
Honestly your my life
Honestly I hope you will be my wife
Honestly I know Im yours
Honestly I hope you dont open any other doors
Honestly your mine
Honestly I hope that is fine
Honestly you are so pretty
Honestly I hope you know that Kimi
Honestly do you know what to do?
Honestly I hope you have a clue
Honestly will you marry me?
Honestly I hope you know I wont deceive
Honestly without you I would die
Honestly that is not a lie
Honestly do you know what I see?
Honestly I see someone that deserves glee
Honestly you are amazing
Honestly you are my craving
Honestly God loves you
Honestly I cant blame him because I do too
Honestly your always right
Honestly I hope your always in my sight
Honestly lets spend out lives together
Honestly Forever
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Not Even the Obvious Shelters Can Protect Those Afraid
It is not easy,
Being the one deceived.
Or having that done,
By more than one.
But once that is known...
The flight from it,
Can bring one a happiness.
When it is realized,
How many have accepted it.
Without comprehending...
The participants and the depth of it!
It is not easy,
Discovering the truth.
When so many deny that it exists.
Afterall...
Aren't beliefs based on non-fiction?
How can so many,
Live addicted to fiction?
But it has been done!
And to awaken from delusions,
Can stun anyone!
And this stunning when it comes...
Many will attempt to shun!
However...
This is 'reality'.
There regardless...
Who decides from it to run!
And those who were taunted,
By those who flaunted lives of lies...
Are not the ones trying to disguise,
The gloom that appears in their eyes!
A consciousness that has arrived,
Is there openly to see.
And not stunted behind masquerades...
By those in fear,
Seeking somewhere to hide!
Or somewhere to cloak,
Unspoken feelings felt inside.
These are the days,
Bare neccesities are craved.
And yet egos in self praise...
Are the ones finding the most discomfort.
But truth never hides,
Or provides charades!
Not even the obvious shelters,
Can protect those afraid!
'This is the dawning of the Age of Reality.
The Age of Re-al-ity.
Ree-al-ity!
Harmony and understanding...
And so forth and so on it goes!
And where it stops?
Nobody knows! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertained With Ideals to Match
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Those who have dealt with the reality of things...
Have seemed the most disrespected,
For professing the obvious.
While those deluded,
Have always been detached.
Preferring to be entertained with ideals to match.
The mavericks and the nonconformists,
Have long lived lives referred to as fools.
And few of them seem saddened...
To have been separated with a peace of mind,
For them that soothes.
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Although I do wish,
They someday will find solutions...
For their mental conflicts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm from there. You know, when you grow up with these people and see them every day and then you look at the numbers it was easy; it was a no-brainer. And when Sony took a look, it was a no-brainer to them, too.
quote by Magic Johnson
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Communicating With Diminishing Minds
I've chosen not to dope my reality.
And it has been the most difficult thing,
I have ever done.
Especially when seeking someone,
Who has decided to quit attempts to impress.
So many have chosen,
To even run away from their delusions.
And in these times...
Communicating with diminishing minds,
Is not easy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Through all time, so far as history informs us, wherever mankind have attempted to live in peace with each other, both the natural instincts, and the collective wisdom of the human race, have acknowledged and prescribed, as an indispensable condition, obedience to this one only universal obligation: viz., that each should live honestly towards every other. The ancient maxim makes the sum of a man’s legal duty to his fellow men to be simply this: "To live honestly, to hurt no one, to give to every one his due." This entire maxim is really expressed in the single words, to live honestly; since to live honestly is to hurt no one, and give to every one his due.
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Doing What They Wish
When people can not accept direction...
They live their lives in denial and rejection.
And it is difficult to remove from them...
A mindset they within live in!
A mindset that has been programmed...
To believe reality is a sham.
And a deceit released feeds all their needs.
With a doing what they wish and as they please.
Believing that hypocrisy is something done religiously.
And others,
Not them...
Are the ones who are producers of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wake Up And Live
Wake up and live
Wake up and live your life see what there is to see
I won't sit around all day cause life means more to me
wake up and live
so many kids content to sleep their lives away
but I'm gona try to make themost out of this day
wake up and live
it takes some motivation It takes some love for life
why just sit complacent and let life pass you by
boredom is a choice I choose not to make
unlock that door, strive for more
there's a better path to take
WAKE UP AND LIVEbreath every breath
WAKE UP AND LIVE until my death
WAKE UP AND LIVE so much to do
WAKE UP AND LIVE all of you
c'mon, open your eyes
song performed by by Youth Of Today
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Brimming to the Rim In Denial
Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
That can not be erased,
As seen.
No matter who declares,
What 'is' or is not obscene.
Truth is not another version of deceit.
To be interpreted to inspire a life of delusions.
And delusions have never strengthened reality!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be In The Word
Everyday you should be in The Word, this friend, I have often heard.
I need God to guide me every day, to listen to what He has to say.
For The Lord has a path set for me, to lead me safely into Eternity.
His Word is a light on my path, to guide me away from pending wrath.
But when I stray from His light, I walk from the day into the night.
I begin to kick against the goads, and wander down forbidden roads.
His Word is my very life to me, and it guides me when I can not see.
For The Word of God in my life, guards me from much pain and strife.
I must hide it in my heart, for Christ is with me each waking start.
And He goes with me throughout the day guiding every word I say.
And whenever I forget to pray, my heart deep inside begins to stray.
Then I forget The Word He instilled and act against my Father’s will.
His Word can not be ignored, for it’s sharper than a two edged sword.
And it cuts deep into the heart of man, and shows me just what I am.
I’m a sinner saved by God’s Grace, and daily I need to seek His face.
Prayer is how my heart may plea but The Word is how God speaks to me.
When through prayer I speak to Him, His Word helps me deal with sin.
With The Word dwelling within, the daily battles Christ helps me win.
His Word is an essential part in my life and how God cleanses my heart.
When I allow The Word to dwell in me, The Spirit truly sets me free.
Christ sets me free from my will so that in my life His is fulfilled.
And that, according to God’s Word, is to preach until all have heard.
That for me He paid the price, and on that cross I died with Christ.
And for me to serve Jesus Christ, my life must be a living sacrifice.
(Copyright ©07/2004)
Praying Everyday With Faith
You will not pick me as your victim,
To have me believe it.
Because I wont be the one,
To have that done.
No you will not pick me as your victim,
To have me believe it.
Because I wont be the one,
To have that done.
You will never be the one,
To ever break my faith.
Oh no.
You will never be the one,
To keep me...
Away from praying everyday with faith.
You will not pick me as your victim,
To have me believe it.
Because I wont be the one,
To have that done.
Oh no.
You will never be the one,
To keep me...
Away from praying everyday with faith.
I've been in too many battles,
With a praying everyday with faith.
To believe...
With a praying everyday with faith.
My Comforter,
Is there to provide my needs.
And everyday that I pray with faith.
Nobody,
Can take away my strength with faith.
Will deceive,
To come between me and my faith.
With a wanting me,
To believe...
I live to be a victim!
I said NOBODY,
Can take away my strength with faith.
Will deceive,
To come between me and my faith.
With a wanting me to believe...
I live to be a victim!
No I will not be a victim,
To have it believed.
Because I wont be the one...
To have that done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the Wings of Pettiness
I am grateful not to ride,
On the wings of pettiness.
With those who live as isolationists.
This experience of life given,
Is a tremendous gift.
One should explore unlimited.
I am often reminded of my human-ness.
By others who live their lives in restrictions.
And I understand that point of view too well.
Before a self examination...
Removed my grip on delusions I depicted.
Without hesitating to throw a balled fist I held!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wake Up & Live
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, yall,
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots of signs,
So when you riding through the ruts, dont you complicate your mind:
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy!
Dont bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality, yeah!
All together now:
Wake up and live (wake up and live, yall),
Wake up and live (wake up and live),
Wake up and wake up and live, yeah! (wake up and live now),
Wake up and (wake up and live) - wake up and live!
Rise ye mighty people, ye-ah!
Theres work to be done,
So lets do it-a little by little:
Rise from your sleepless slumber! yes, yeah! yes, yeah!
Were more than sand on the seashore,
Were more than numbers.
All together now:
Wake up and live now, yall!
(wake up and live) wake up and live!
Wake up and live, yall!
(wake up and live) wake up and live now!
You see, one - one cocoa full a basket,
Whey they use you live big today: tomorrow you buried in-a casket.
One - one cocoa full a basket, yeah, yes!
Whey they use you live big today: tomorrow you bury in-a casket.
Wall together now:
(wake up and live now!) wake up and live! oh! yeah-eah!
(wake up and live!) uh!
(wake up and live now!) wake up and live!
(wake up and live) keep on playin!
(wake up and live, yall) uh! yeah! yeah!
(wake up and live!)
(wake up and live now!)
(wake up and live!) break it down!
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/saxophone solo/
Come on, man!
How is it feelin over there?
(wake up and live now) all right!
(wake up and live!) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh!
Come on, man!
You gotta wake up and live!
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Life is one big road with lots of signs, yes!
So when you riding through the ruts, dont you complicate your mind:
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy!
Dont bury your thoughts; put your dream to reality, yeah!
Wall together now:
(wake up and live, yall)
(wake up and live!) wake up and live, yea-eah!
(wake up and live now!)
(wake up and live!)
Wake up and live now!
(wake up and live) wo-oh!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Very Few Options Left
Say whatever you like
But those fantasized all their lives
Have very few options left
To live their lives without the presence of reality
Consider it an invasion
A process there but choosing not to see
These are the people we should all fear
They actually believe 'life' is their creation
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Closest Relatives
People hypnotized and transfixed,
Have grown more accustomed
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
So accustomed to myths,
People are.
And the praying to what is believed,
To what has been embedded
In their minds,
Exists.
People do not wish to be told,
About the thought process of Nature.
And how that goes.
Or about Earth and Mother Nature.
The relationship between them.
How that works and what they know.
People wish and desire to accept,
They are more powerful
Than that which 'allowed' them life,
And gave to them breath.
People reject with a dismissing of this,
That which gifted them and permitted their lives.
People have grown more accustomed,
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
Yet,
Give zero respect to their closest relatives.
The Sun, The Moon
And how together,
They affect their lives lived here on Earth.
People have chosen to become accustomed,
To ignoring as if they do not hear or listen.
Or are aware of them with comprehension.
People choose not to accept this as is.
People choose to believe from that which exist,
They are not born from it.
People choose for themselves to believe,
For them
There is no connection to perceive.
Even though what is they can not conceive,
Flows through their veins and bleeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After The Filth Has Been Filtered
After the filth has been filtered,
And drained from minds forced to open...
There will be more honest discussions,
Attempted and made...
Between those in shadows,
And those accustomed to giving shade.
After the filth has been filtered.
With more uninhibited wishes,
From those who escaped away from those days...
When people were afraid to remove those masks,
Some homemade...
That did not convey true portrayals.
But were worn instead,
To deny and hide themselves with choices to be led.
And after the filth has been filtered,
More of life for them begins.
More of life is felt and shared.
With the necessity of charades and masquerades,
For them to end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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