That Which Has Never Existed
Deprive them the ability to afford their dreams.
And pretensions to protect.
Deplete them of fantasies that fed their delusions.
And those impressions made that were the best.
Make real the realities upon them felt to feel,
With a breath to accept and all denials revealed.
What part has Mother Nature played,
In exposing that which has been concealed?
Assist them then with the crushing of all their traditions.
And foundations historically created to believe.
Leaving people to awaken to wonder,
Why they have been on their knees praying faithfully...
To that which has never existed.
Making it easier to control them.
And ensuring no resistance!
As one world with a few who rule expect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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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Baffled
There are those living
Who actually are convinced
They have power to enforce their beliefs
On other people to accept without objection
And these very same people
Regardless of the kind of enforcement they use
Are baffled that the cost of their attempts
Have their creditors making suggestions
As to what they should sell
To pay off their debts
Created to enforce others
To accept in a bowing done
How a way life lived
In in the best of their interests
Making not a bit of sense
Even to those debating themselves
In campaigns
Over realities they can no longer afford
To have others believe anymore
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Honesty Is Felt And Seen
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You say the people don't re-act the way you expect.
But...
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
Any 'thing' said to you upsets and affects,
'Cause...
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
And you can't accept an honesty is felt and seen.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You say the people don't re-act the way you expect.
But...
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
And you can't accept an honesty is felt and seen.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
And you can't accept an honesty is felt and seen.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
You think a truth revealed,
Can be from some withheld.
And you can't accept...
An honesty is felt and seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Embedded In Their Minds
People lie.
Especially to themselves.
Because the act of it,
Makes them feel good they can control...
A truth they can manipulate,
They believe will never be told.
People lie.
And caring less others are aware of it,
When embedded in their minds...
They have created something that does not exist.
And with a planting of misdeeds they watch their lies grow.
Everyone has been exposed to one or two chronic liars.
'Why do you have to be like that? '
Like what?
'Keeping it real.
And making me feel as if I am naked.'
That's what truth does.
It reveals everything.
Even exposing those who believe themselves to be hiding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Of Impressions
A wish to see him defeated,
Decreases to depletion...
Their hold onto a longevity.
And beliefs of defeating him,
Returns to them...
Values and standards kept.
At the pinnacle of greatness.
Perceived by them as this should be.
But he represents realities they resent.
And realities to them had never been presented.
So they protest his arrogance.
Using medieval tactics and aged laments.
And stubbornly they become incensed.
With wishes to find him incompetent.
But incompetence did not make him president.
And it is clear to all,
Why they disrespect his presence.
As a focus noticed of those around the globe,
Stirs with an interest.
And becomes more aware of this.
As evident of those feelings meant.
'We're not racists! ' They object.
'We just want him to do what is expected.
Like the 'others' we let fantasize at their best.
He is so out of touch with us.
And that makes us quite upset!
Who does this nig... 'person' think he is?
Showing himself to be much more,
Than those images to 'them'...
We have historically given.
To keep them in their place...
For our sake.'
~He was elected because he was the best.
The best to protect any interests you have left.~
'Yeah,
But...
We are a people of impressions and images.
And those images he dares to test.
With embarrassment to us at our expense.
That's why we wish him defeat and not success.'
~That makes very little sense.~
'We are a people of impressions and images.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonders Of Mother Nature
Mother nature
Oh mother nature
How beautiful and lovely you are
With such a tender loving care
Mother Nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
Our dearest mother nature
Our amazing mother nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
If nature allows can I please ask you a question
As a mother
How come you killed your young?
How come you made your fellow mothers cry?
How come you took away their joy?
You took the only thing that made their lives blossom
You suppose to make life beautiful
Mother Nature you suppose build
But how come you destroyed homes
Mother Nature you suppose to make the world a good place to be in
Yet you have turned the world to be a horrible place
Mother Nature as a mother you suppose to warn your young when the go astray
Not to destroy them
Yet you destroyed and killed them
You suppose to symbolize new beginnings and that there’s always hope
Yet you came and shuttled people’s lives and dreams
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Change You Will Believe
People are determined,
To keep delusions and their fantasies alive.
Even in the midst of an economic emptiness...
They are wishing to be told more lies!
Whether or not there are resources for all...
Those who control them want them stopped.
One world rule approaches.
And this is what all these conflicts are about!
A change you will believe in!
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Increasingly Addicted
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.
And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.
Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.
And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.
Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diminishing In Effect
Isn't it odd,
That those losing jobs...
And valued things once possessed.
Are those more stressed,
About keeping up their appearances.
And pretensions that are diminishing in effect.
Few are concerned about realities to embrace.
Than they are about those impressions made.
And how to keep them in place.
And for many,
This is a traumatic undertaking.
That threatens their affectations.
'What am I going to do now?
Even the 'Joneses' next door have been foreclosed.
And my entire life,
Depended on their approval.'
Isn't it odd,
That those losing jobs...
And valued things once possessed.
Are those more stressed,
About keeping up their appearances.
And pretensions that are diminishing in effect.
And the only response one can expect from them to get,
Is a wish for an economic turn around...
To repeat those steps that got them into debt.
With a protection of those pretensions,
That are diminishing in effect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Reality That's Making People Real Mad
Status quoters on the ropes with hopes...
They could pull times long passed,
Back to have them in their grasp.
Since realities created,
Slips quickly and fast.
Status quoters on the ropes with hopes...
For a return of conditions,
When they had control of it!
And now they see no benefit,
To pick from empty pockets.
Elected politicians seem to dismiss all their wishes.
And people who had missions to keep all their interests fixed...
Thought paying politicians would keep business as it is.
Oooooooo remember when a hoopla was favored?
Oooooooo remember when this hoopla had flavor,
To savor!
Status quoters on the ropes with hopes...
They could pull times long passed,
Back to have them in their grasp.
Since realities created,
Slips quickly and fast.
Oooooooo remember when a hoopla was favored?
Oooooooo remember when this hoopla had flavor,
To savor!
Now realities are slipping quickly and fast.
Oooooooo remember when a hoopla was the favored flavor?
Now realities are slipping quickly and fast.
Oooooooo remember when a hoopla was the favored flavor?
Now realities are slipping quickly and fast.
Oooooooo remember when a hoopla was the favored flavor?
Now realities are slipping quickly and fast.
And reality is making people real mad!
Oooooooo...
It's reality that's making people real mad.
It's reality that's making people real mad.
It's reality that's making people real mad.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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It Isn't About...
During the days when the snow was two feet high outside, and
My mother baked bread every Sunday morning-
I became Pocahontas beneath the living room's card table and
I laughed with my father, as I sat upon his knee-
I hadn't a care in the world although
I played for hours in solitude-
However to me solitude was ecstasy and only I knew that
I wasn't truly alone- as
I was surrounded by all of my friends as we played-
Although these people only I could see and,
Their voices only I could hear-
Lost inside this world of my fantasies-
I couldn't have been more content-
Many people were and shall always be mistaken,
Believing that happiness is being born with many gifts about them-
Having everything to own for themselves- and
Having plenty of money and the means to travel all over the world around them.
I so truly believe that this is not what life is all about-
Being popular and rich, surrounded by luxuries,
Having a lot of money to spend and to live beneath a sky that never rains-
I was still quite young when I knew inside of the depths of my soul that
Life is not about money or material treasures- Life isn't about gold and diamonds-
Rain is what makes trees and flowers grow- and
True bliss and happiness comes from inside.
Nearly half a century has passed since
I was just a child playing with my imaginary circle of friends, though
I still hear the voices unheard by others and
I know that I am loved by many others but not by all-
But I have accepted the person I am inside, and
That has brought peace of mind surging from within.
The days of baking bread and sitting upon my father's knees are over and
I am a different sort of Pocahontas now- still hiding and finding
My own place amidst the loveliness and privacy of nature!
Life is not about superficiality of material wealth-
Life is about love of and being able to accept what is to be and
Ability to accept who we truly are inside and although nature is
Part of the world outside- it stimulates pure and natural splendor from
Inside of our spirits and from our souls-I have learned this lesson
From living my own life for more than half of a century now, from letting
Nature and assurance enter that door to my heart and
To inspire that special confidence and strength arising from within-
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The Brewing Scent Of Freshly Made Coffee
It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
From observation, felt and experienced as presented...
That those who use other than truth to tell,
Actually are not convinced others are aware they lie.
Since alibis and excuses behind which they hide,
Has been something done to do all of their lives.
And their delusions have become their defense mechanisms.
But today,
Those embellishments exaggerated are easily chased away.
And facing consequences as a result of their defenses,
Has created their dilemmas and conflicts with their entitlements.
Some people will create right in the face of others,
There own versions of what is going on.
With eyes are pure as those seen coming from children.
And this isn't given as an option to express,
Their difference of opinion to address.
This comes from refusing to accept the absence of alternatives.
And what has taken place is immediately from them mentally erased.
Leaving feelings of abandonment,
By those who have been fantasized all their lives.
That is why they protest with a nonacceptance of a reality that is!
Although those realities as they are have never before to them been felt.
And no one seems to acknowledge,
The brewing scent of freshly made coffee...
There!
And everywhere in the air for all to get a deep whiff of it.
'That 'smell'?
What is it? '
~I have not a clue.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Foundations
A house is nothing
Without its foundations.
Just as much as
I am without my foundations.
Foundations hold everything together.
Safe, intact and ready for anything,
Ready for renovations,
Or in my case changes,
Ready for tornadoes,
Or in my case challenges,
Ready for earthquakes,
Or in my case very down days,
Foundations make things ready for life.
Without foundations
A house cannot be built,
Without a house.
A couple cannot make a family,
Without a family,
A home cannot be made,
And to me home is everything,
With my foundations,
I wouldn't have grown up in Guelph,
Without my foundations,
I wouldnt have had a perfect childhood,
Without my foundations,
I wouldn't have travelled across the world,
Without my foundations,
I wouldn't be who I am now,
Without my foundations,
My life wouldn't have so much love,
Without my foundations,
I would be nothing,
Just like a house is
Without its foundations.
I am proud and grateful,
To call my foundations,
My mother
And most of all my father.
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The Power
Mother Mary, Mother Mary
Mother Mary, please answer my prayers
I want to run free and I need you to be there
I'm going to take some chances I never took before
I've got to live my life and I'm going to risk it all
I look to the sky and suddenly I know
I've made up my mind, I'm never letting go
It's the power I want, it's the power I need
To make me run, to make me see for real
It's the power I want, to let me do what I feel
To make me run, to make me be for real
Unlike a miracle or a wish upon a star
The power to be me is all I need to start
To do things I'll never regret
and to leave the rest behind
It's the power I want, it's the power I need
To make me run, to make me see for real
It's the power I want, to let me do what I feel
To make me run, to make me be for real
It's the power I want, it's the power I need
To make me run, to make me see for real
It's the power I want, to let me do what I feel
To make me run, to make me be for real
You're the one to only help me
The only one, so help me, help me
Give it to me, to me, to me
Oh Mother Mary, please, please, please, please
Please just help and watch me shine
Then watch the power make me fly away
Mother Mary, Mother Mary
It's the power I want, it's the power I need
To make me run, to make me see for real
It's the power I want, to let me do what I feel
To make me run, to make me be for real
It's the power I want, it's the power I need
To make me run, to make me see for real
It's the power I want, to let me do what I feel
To make me run, to make me be for real
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Some 'Try' to Prepared For This
One day you will awaken...
And not find excuses to make.
You will undertake,
A prolonged self examination.
And chase away everything about yourself...
You determine that has been faked.
Some try to peel this away,
To keep from exposing all the layers.
Whether it is honesty with self that offends,
One day you will open your eyes...
Searching without lies,
You've concealed within...
To allowed them to begin.
As if a game is played with safe measures.
And when this happens,
You will remove all deceit you've kept.
With a recognition,
Truth that sits can not be resisted.
An acknowledgement in your heart,
Will realize a true friend has come to visit...
And not depart.
One you will never argue with or dismiss,
To strip from it just the pleasure.
Since you are going to want this friend...
To stay around and assist,
From the beginning that visit hits.
In getting rid of every bit...
Of all the nonsense that addicts.
Some 'try' to prepared for this!
But honesty and truth,
When it comes to pursue...
Has a way to glue and stick,
Forever!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Has Come To Stay
Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
Realities must be faced.
Time no longer awaits,
For decisions to be made...
After wasteful debates.
Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
An honesty arrives and will be felt.
Whether on knees,
Or with a tightening of a belt...
Truth has come to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Communal Collectivity
They come for the last of your freedoms.
With sugar glazed explanations.
To accept the taste without explanation.
In communal collectivity...
The few will make themselves untouchable,
By erasing everything...
People thought had been valuable.
And pooling everyone into a one world vision.
And doing this to insure...
Those selected and with wealth,
Will meet as a federation...
To make all decisions,
As a proclamation for humanity's destination.
To those still dabbling in delusions,
With wishes to select the best leader...
To restore their fantasies,
Are still dazed in disbelief!
Those who are aware and 'see'
Must extend our best wishes for their speedy recovery.
The onslaught of reality is amongst us NOW!
And the beginnings of One World Federation rule,
Has begun with the collapsing of the economy!
To leave those deceived left behind like fools!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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