The Catastrophe of Delusion
The catastrophe of delusion,
Conquered into submission.
And defeated by undeniable truth...
Wounds the minds of many!
The audacity of reality,
Tearing down walls of pretense.
Leaves an exposure of falsities...
With nowhere to hide.
Or a fence to sit!
Those aware with focused eyes,
Take comforts away...
From the ones medicated.
The ones sedated,
Who board daily...
Their escapading 'trips' as scehduled.
Anything to keep their minds numbed...
With detached satisfaction.
The catastrophe of delusion,
Conquered into submission.
And defeated by undeniable truth...
Wounds the minds of many!
As a way of life,
Quickly slips from their hands!
As those misunderstandings,
Are no longer in need of clarification.
What comes to an end...
Ends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Does It Take For Reality To Be Embraced?
What is it that goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed?
By the telling of lies and demeaning them,
With stereotypical jokes that seem to continue with no end?
Those old jokes told,
That have rusted against their peeling picket fences.
Delusion!
A delusion kept that their inept perceptions,
Will stay effective with sustained false depth.
And their ability to squeeze the economy,
To have those on their knees and pleading...
With a begging of them to forgive them of 'sins'.
As if they have been annointed as 'chosen' deities.
Worshipped by those suppressed as they believe.
What goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed,
By the telling of lies and demeaning them...
With stereotypical jokes?
Delusion!
And what awakens to stun the ones,
To snap out of their spells they've kept so well?
Reality!
And what does it take for reality to be embraced?
A truth that survives that no one can deny.
Once superficiality diminishes from those whose eyes,
Have been cleared and freed from all deceptions.
With trauma to face as a reception!
After inspecting their standards once valued demolished.
'Say what you will.
But a winning was not done with a mandate! '
I agree.
However...
Few losers are heard cheering,
Because they 'almost' defeated that which was opposed.
Or observed snuggling together...
With smiles a mile wide and gratified with eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undeniable
Being here together
Is like dreaming wide awake
Once you've found perfection
You know it's no mistake
too many times
I've tried too hard
To make love become real
You showed me how
My life can change
When love is meant to be
It's undeniable
Your love is undeniable
It's undeniable
True love is undeniable
It's undeniable
You can change direction
You can change your mind
Cold sky and close your eyes
but the sun's still gonna shine
'Cause when the magic comes your way
And you say it isn't real
Yeah!
There's no use to try to lie
About the way you make me feel
It's undeniable
Your love is undeniable
It's undeniable
True love is undeniable
It's undeniable
I can't turn it down
(I can't turn it down)
No one else can turn it around
It's the truest thing I've ever found
It's undeniable
Your love is undeniable
It's undeniable
True love is undeniable
It's undeniable
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes from Sittin' On Top Of The World
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Daring To Be Defeated
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
They lie to themselves and expect understanding.
Foolish are their delusions.
But an acceptance to be corrected...
Is taken for criticisms refused to enhance a growth.
People like this want to feel protected,
Like a child caught in a lie.
With a tantrum to come that is provoked.
And the circumstances they must face,
They don't do that!
They rather run to hide inside their minds...
Where trappings of safety begin to take place.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
A stripping to expose flaws,
Is difficult to do.
A willingness to be wounded...
Speeds up the advancing of a truth.
And when truth is denied,
For something less painful to receive and accept...
A maturity to gain becomes a stagnation repeated.
With a daring to be defeated...
Conquered by insecurities,
As a surrounding wall that falsely protects.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
Stubbornly affixed to their insecurities,
Keeping them appeased and weak!
Daring to be defeated!
But defeated by a weakness...
Keeps their insecurities appeased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Obviousness Of Delusion
Keeping up with appearances,
And striving to sustain a maintaining of an image...
Eventually becomes to be viewed as one's insanity.
Especially during these times,
When those who are clearly out of their minds...
Seem to be the ones more conscious of image.
And not able to embrace the reality of change.
With the obviousness of delusion,
Being stripped away on a daily basis.
To reveal truth and its existence everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keys To Locks
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
A taking and not sharing had been a way of life.
A selfishness fed...
Comforted them in their beds at night.
And disregarding warnings,
Times come that will not be as bright...
For them is not accepted.
Preparing for these days,
They prefer to reject!
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
Even those with traditions fixed upon a worship of greed...
Refuse to accept,
Their wishes, wants, desires and needs...
Must be removed from their customes.
Since no longer there...
Are the tricks and treats that once easily pleased.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
And...
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Demand them to be restocked...
From those they owe who have keys to locks.
Those who now...
Command the blocking that stops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bombarded By A Variety Pleasures
There is a seeking to be entertained.
Not a desire to have their brains engrained,
With a maintained wisdom that sustains a momentum...
Gaining in comprehension, no!
They have done their best...
To restrict and depict as weak the existence of reality.
Delusion!
That's it.
A delusion that fits,
The welcoming of an expecting temperament.
With a keeping of secret misdeeds meant kept,
Self righteously protected by a deception expressed.
Delusion for them is the idol that symbolizes life.
And the living of it the way they like...
Bombarded by a variety pleasures.
And deceits of all kinds to lead away innocent minds,
Kept behind the scenes to partake as intended with others...
While discussing the rules and the nature of a game played.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyes Open Have the Ability to See Through Concrete
Too much of it had been ignored.
And now a game played to catch up,
With reality is in full force...
By those seeking rules and regulations.
With something to limit full exposure,
That is easy to document and follow.
But truth and reality are not substitutes,
To be interchanged, exchanged or arranged by delusion.
Lies...yes!
Some perfected.
Deceit...yes!
Sometimes rejected.
But seldom suspected for what it is.
Charades and masquerades...
May be acceptable behind masks.
Truth pursued is strategic free.
And that task uncomfortable...
For the ones assigned to assist those blind!
And anyone who has been introduced to reality,
Becomes immediately aware of its focus.
Nothing about it is hidden behind veils!
Eyes open have the ability to see through concrete.
With penetrating results.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Can Not Be Served As Dessert
When truth becomes a negative aspect,
Of one's reality.
And it solicits unwarranted snide remarks?
Danger is embraced!
Dishonesty becomes apparent...
And blatantly shown upon one's face!
When truth becomes a negative aspect...
Those who know it well and tell it,
Are the ones who become disgraced!
Especially in places,
Where truth has been replaced...
By a sharing of deception,
That chases away facts distorted...
With accepted receptions.
And those demeaned,
For the audacity of crushing lies...
Told by the ones with insecurities to hide,
Are ostracized!
No matter how obvious,
The truth for them does not inside their minds reside!
A diminished quality of life becomes celebrated...
In campaigns of support,
With a rejoicing undenied!
Truth is deserted...
When it can not be served,
As dessert!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On A Perch
Maintaining to remain on a perch,
Idealized with lofty eyes...
That sustains with decades of comforts,
And entitlements fixed unchanged...
Leaves,
More minds commuting...
From,
Bright sunshine with rainbows...
To massages by a pool.
With servants there to rule.
But too many have been slipping from this perch.
To see reality.
And even from this perch it hurts.
More minds commuting...
From,
Bright sunshine with rainbows...
To massages by a pool.
With servants there to rule.
But...
Too many have been slipping from this perch.
To see reality.
And even from this perch it hurts.
Reality...
Can hurt one on a perch.
Reality...
Is best seen when one sits on Earth.
Reality...
Can hurt one on a perch.
Reality...
Is best seen when delusions are done.
And truth is not demeaned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Abruptness
With all that people profess themselves to be,
On various levels of acceptance...
That we all at times attach ourselves,
To feel and produce...
A greater sense of self importance over others,
We can always count on Mother Nature...
To bring us back down to Earth,
With stunning abruptness,
That keeps our feet firmly planted...
On solid ground.
And our heads and minds...
Not too high up and beyond the clouds.
Since there will be,
Periodically...
Something done 'naturally',
That affects our awareness...
With a striking effectiveness,
Conducted by truth!
And the vivid workings done,
By undeniable reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misinformatologist
Seduced by the telling of lies,
Or misinterpretations...
Disguised to hide reality,
Reduces one to become a liar too.
Or...
A misinformatologist.
And difficult it is,
To know which way forward...
An exit to escape to embrace truth,
When one is in the midst of this...
Wishing to be amongst others,
Who have chosen to turn away...
To protect their minds,
From a contamination infesting...
That keeps others' minds infected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Funny Farm Frenzy
Welcome to the funny farm,
Let’s embrace in the steel embedded walls without harm,
Welcome to delusion, the land of charm,
Inside the walls is the realm of the most brilliant of men,
The schizophrenics, and the bi polars, everything torments them,
But inside the insane asylum, they escape from condemn,
The funny farm where you’re surrounded with laughter,
Through the air, the giggles are hidden beneath the rafters,
Constant delusion, from morning, afternoon and thereafter,
Manuscripts and portraits, the artistic minds inside the brilliant drafters,
The mentally ill the most creative of mind,
Inside the asylum, escaped from reality, their thoughts refined,
Inside the asylum, their life is left behind,
On the white walls where portraits and creative writing shine,
Without sunlight, they’re the creators of their own realm of divine,
Inside the white walls, in their delusion, their confined,
The funny farm where humor is their lifeline,
Welcome to delusion, the neverending dream,
Inside the asylum things are not what they seem,
To reality it’s a prison, to the patients it’s their regime,
But what happens when the walls blacken in the night?
The laughter fades and their humor turns to spite,
They crumble in the fear of darkness without the touch of sunlight,
And they realize something about them isn’t “right”,
Isolated from the world their trapped in the dark,
Only within the walls, is their adventure to embark,
Inside their asylum, a community of reality segregated apart,
Their lifeline, through vivid imagination they depart,
They cannot see the walls around them, it’s their everyday home,
Inside the closed doors, their only space to roam,
An everyday dream to separate from reality, the unknown,
But when the lights turn on, and the walls turn white, the asylum fills with glee,
The reality inside the funny farm, the walls they can’t see,
They open their mind to creativity and imagination where their free,
The most creative of the mind, the indulgence of the what reality can’t see,
Up and down inside the walls, the rollercoaster of the emotional cycle spree,
The novel written and painted inside the asylum, the neverending dream,
Beyond the walls where reality isn’t seen.
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Saddled and Strapped to Traps
Perceptions are usually fed by concepts.
What is envisioned seldom results,
In the actual reality of the subject perceived...
That one can accept to believe yet witnesses.
In fact,
It is like the presence of truth.
How often is truth denied as presented,
To be rejected when it clearly appears?
Many will disbelieve what they see,
To say...
'I hear what you are saying,
But that is not what I've been told.'
Those who have minds entrapped like that?
Should not entice one into an argument.
Minds saddled and strapped to traps like that...
Should be left alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defeated
Roy orbison
Defeated, defeated
Defeated Ive been
Defeated, defeated
I didnt win your love
Ive played the game, my love was true
But just the same, I still love you
Defeated, defeated
Now I know the score
Defeated, defeated
Yet I love you even more
My opponent was lucky, didnt even try
Guess Im a bad loser, that is why I cry
The game was fun, but oh, how I know
I should have won, I need you so
Defeated, defeated
The game is through
Ive been defeated
But Im still in love with you
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Have We Met
Why have we met so late, O baby
As if our hands and legs are now tied up
So our minds have got nothing to do but weep daily!
If we never ever met, my love
We would have a consolation at least!
The people are speaking ill of us so much
But we can’t help staring at each other
If my eyes are set on yours!
You know what, our love has become immortal
Cause our minds have burnt to ashes
And our eyes have become the clouds!
We won’t have a life together, it seems
But we can’t help longing for each other!
poem by Asif Andalib
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What Is this All About
Scathing?
That may be.
But none of it attempts to erase,
Or shy away from reality.
Bitter?
Well...
No one should consider truth that way.
But it isn't embraced.
In fact,
It is hated by those nurtured on delusion.
Purpose?
To implement it.
A deceit free society.
Even if minds have been fantasized.
Expected outcome?
Civil unrest with protest unaccepting...
An honesty folks have never received.
Folks will argue with talk show hosts,
Seething about their standards of life.
And how that has been devalued...
By those not strong enough,
To keep them from putting their hands...
In the cookie jar,
Over and over and over again.
Earmarks?
Well...
They want to blame him for not omitting them.
But has anyone refused them?
Who did not accept them?
What is this all about?
Cowboys and Indians.
Hosted by the Chinese,
Who love those Jungle Bunnies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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High On Ignorance
No,
You can not call them idiots.
To them,
That is not offensive enough.
Truth does not embarrass them at all.
No matter if it is written on walls,
Or hanging tall on billboards!
It will not penetrate,
Through all that other smoke screening stuff.
It is easier for them,
To have others decorate their minds with whims.
Then to have it brutally honest.
Honesty for them is worse than committing sins.
Their minds are so gone!
No longer is there light in them to dim.
And the prognosis is not favorable.
If nothing today has been followed or understood...
What are the prospects for comprehension to begin?
They are killing 'enemies' on their own homelands.
And continue to kill themselves from within!
No,
You can not call them idiots.
To them,
That is not offensive enough.
Truth does not embarrass them at all.
No matter if it is written on walls,
Or hanging tall on billboards!
It will not penetrate,
Through all that other smoke screening stuff.
There might be one last hope!
Legalize the drugs.
This will give them opportunities to cope!
Since those who see them high on ignorance,
Notice truth and reality...
Has never in their lives been accepted.
As a purpose or means for their focus!
And those who know this,
Have been labelled fools who are useless jokes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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