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The Proof Of It

To account for one's ignorance,
Is like announcing that truth exists.
And that is not permitted...
Since the proof of it,
One would rather use...
As a means to express excuses.
And those 'traditions' most keep intact.
With a fresh rewriting done...
Of undisclosed yet coincidental,
Revealing of discovered facts!
That retracks,
From what had been established.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Express What It Is In Terms That Pleases

Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!

More are obsessed with deluded impressions.
Created for affect.
To keep a conformity in check!
No one is expecting truth,
To be for them today complex.

Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!

However it is done...
None will embrace it.
And the rawness of reality,
Will certainly stun!
These folks have been fantasized,
All of their lives!
The truth you reveal will not appeal.
In fact,
Be prepared to be 'boo-ed'.
Threatened and despised!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Keep Up With the Times

It does not mean because I express an ignorance...
It is not fresh.
I pride myself on expressing the freshest of ignorance,
I can deliver!
And make it available.
I do not want to disappoint anyone with claims,
That I am not doing my best,
To keep up with the times.
And 'that' seems to be the main attraction.

With a marketing campaign to legalize it as a sport!

And if it is ignorance that is collectively expressed...
Why would I want to be left behind and isolated,
With a mind that seeks to express an intelligence?
I can always pretend to have that.
Just like everyone else does.
With or without common sense!
And today...
Ignorance with diversity,
Is readily accepted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paradox of Truth

The most subtle lies art the greatest truth
Like the fairy tales of our imaginative youth
Each truth a paradox, a lie does tell
A truth somewhere in mythical spell
When one lies, truth still speaks
For in everything doth truth seek
To express itself to hearts to behold
The truth of life in every lie told
Told in such eloquent song
There is truth in something especially wrong
Rhetoric, myths, ignorance and lies
Truth in all, every truth belies.
If thou don't believe it is certainly true
For to believe is true to me and you
And in this poem if you believe no truth
Let this poem be truth's own proof….

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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It Is Time To Leave Them Alone

The moment it has been noticed,
That a people have accepted their conditioning...
To remain confined and limited in mind,
With excuses to make to stay that way...
Down to Earth to express pretentions,
In insecure and hypocritical ways obeyed.
It is time to leave them alone.

A process to awaken poses a threat to them.
And anyone suggesting,
They should stretch their consciousness...
By experiencong something different and fresh,
Is whispered and gossiped about trying to do their best...
Of being better than everyone else.

It is easy to observe,
People defiant and what they approve.
The proof is in what they accept!
And what they choose with their time to do.

'I can't stand them.'

~Why? ~

'Listen to the way they talk and walk.
How they dress and express themselves.
And the things that they do...
That are separated from us and the rest.'

~You mean speaking with clarity?
As if they are proud and have identity?
And they seek to know more about their surroundings,
To increase their minds and can not be defined as ignorant?
With a moving forward to discover truth and reality?
And being criticized doesn't seem to bother their integrity,
Since unity means to them being freed from stupidity? ~

'I can't stand them! '

~And I can see why,
They have decided to leave you alone.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unpolluted Truth Is

When truth is identified,
Honesty is done.
A familiarity of it exists.
And it can be seen,
In the eyes of everyone.
Those still clinging onto 'conditions'
Have been taught to look away.
Either they cast their eyes to the ground...
Or something hidden,
Has been done!
Or perhaps an unconsciousness,
For them has been delayed.
Once truth is discovered...
It's rather difficult for it,
To be secretly betrayed.
It's there like fresh air!
Unpolluted truth is.
And noticed when it is clearly there!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Backlash Passing

There is a backlash passing,
As if an eclipse comes to uncover.
Revealing less of a tolerance,
For excuses made for clever maneuvers.

People no longer hesitate,
To express their impatience.
There is a rise of agitation.
And a venting of displeasures meant.

There is a backlash passing,
As if an eclipse comes to uncover.
Revealing less of a tolerance,
For excuses made for clever maneuvers.

People are awkening,
From a sleep that had deceived.
And a demand for answers once smothered up...
Are breaking from the ranks of a conformity.

It is the economy that is doing it.
And the people want it known,
They are aware and conscious...
From a duping done that left them in a stupor bummed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unless It Does Not Happen

It is what it is!
And nothing that occurs,
Retracks from its happening.
It is what it is as it is and nothing else!
And nothing that occurs,
Retracks from its happening.
Unless it does not happen...
To be observed,
As it is.
Or wished away,
As it is...
As if not existing,
To be as it should!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proof Speaks Louder

The foolish blurt out silly things
Their confined minds fail comprehension
For a famine of Wisdom is revealing
Their limited scope of brain absorption.

Capricious little declarations
Disguised to twist and thus create
A bigoted view, a sheer distortion
Of facts they cannot substantiate.

'Proof of the pudding is in the eating'
Thus the old saying aptly declares
Each time that someone does a reporting
Present the proof - I will always dare!

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Lacking To Show Any Proof

Doesn't it seem as if,
Those who loudly express...
They know what it takes,
To get things done...
Are lacking to show any proof,
They do.
And when given the opportunity,
They find excuses not to be around.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That

There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.

There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.

Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!

And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!

Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!

And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!

There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.

We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..

Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.

Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?

Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?

Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?

The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deception and Its Relatives

One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.

Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?

As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.

One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.

And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.

And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.

And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Department Of Re-Creation

We have heard your side of the story.
And fiction based with a wholesome taste,
Is what has been discovered...
Has made it that way.

And although your story lacks,
Both truth and any basis of uncovered facts...
It has been decided to hire you to head,
The Department Of Re-Creation.
With a keeping intact what is needed most,
To inspire and motivate all of our actions.

We take this opportunity to congratulate you,
In maintaining your determination...
To suspend from the usage of any reality produced.
Our future in your hands,
Has been sealed indefinitely!
We can all now sigh a most needed relief.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazed With A Self Centeredness

When a leader of intelligence,
That clearly should get respect...
But doesn't by those who have chosen,
To express their ignorance.
This reflects on what they represent.
With nothing left that can be said,
About beliefs that are kept...
In the minds of those,
Crazed with a self centeredness.

'Not only are your actions disrespectful,
But you also have been fed a belief...
You can do and say as you please.
With a representing of those like yourself,
Providing a validation as to why the world,
Is in such a mess.'

~I thought you were finished with your statement.~

'No!
You wanted to give your ignorance an attention.
And without mentioning how well you represent it,
You should be proud of it being televised.
Congratulations.
Now...
If you have finished interrupting me,
I will proceed with the continuing of my speech.
And may I add...
Thank you for providing your unsolicited endorsement.
You have relieved me from announcing your stupidity.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes Desire

It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!

Demanding one be patient,
With self first and others too!
And none of this includes spending time in denial.
Sometimes a little blood has to drop.
To get folks to start believing in themselves.

This should be easier than it is!
But...
So many give up.
And become discouraged.

And discouragement can be found anywhere.
As long as there are those who seek weaknesses,
And defeat expressed from others.
They will be there.
Cheering this on.
To keep their fears dependent...
And giving them a sense of belonging.

It takes desire.
And those who inspire that.
Motivation that is determined.
Focus and sacrifice...
With discipline.
And ridding one of excuses...
After self-evaluation,
Discovered by a truth...
In its examination!
And to pull away with strength,
From those who would prefer
To keep the state of one's mind weak!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definitely Crazed

These madcow eaters are ready to strike.
With no regard at all for human life.
They are out to prove a point.
Power means blight.
And they are prepared to block the Sun...
From providing natural light!

They wish to attack,
To keep an ignorance intact.
Control they feel they must.
To spread their lustful ways.
Even if it means...
The last of life in the coming days!

They are sick and wicked.
And definitely crazed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Actions Are Sentiments' Verity

Words are but mere lexicon, actions are sentiments' verity;
Where words may serve merely to confound, actions bring clarity;
Actions are the truth, to which words may only portend-
Actions make real, what was once only pretend.
Do not tell me, show me-then I will know;
Do not say you love me, allow the love you profess, to show!

Words tell a story of intentions, actions are their proof-
Do not express a desire for ardor, then remain aloof!
Would you believe I love you if I told you, or more if I show you! ?
After all we have been through, this proof is the least I owe you.

I utter no words before my actions are taken or readied-
I express no sentiment before my heart is inspired and steadied;
When I say 'I love you', it is affirmation of the actions I am willing to take;
When I say 'I love you', it is proof of the sacrifices I am willing to make!

poem by Maurice Harris
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Not Only Learning Facts

Not only learning facts
that flow fresh through
the mind like
a blowing wind

but life reinstalling
seemingly obvious
self apparent truth

facts belonging in the category
of novelty state of self multiplying
forward motion

truth belonging to eternal time
still silent self contained in the mind

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Very Much Does This Become a Factor

To be branded different,
Eventually motivates...
The one made aware of it.

The one feeling misfit...
And out of place.
The one labelled with indignities,
By others.
Taunting!
To initiate feelings of being disgraced.

Those discovered unmotivated...
And dispersing their own brand,
Of collective mental punishment.
Unsolicited yet promoted!

Unless they are in agreement,
Someone they perceive beneath them...
Who has achieved success,
Merits a cold shoulder...
To express and show,
Their disapproval.
With ignorance intact!

And this act done...
Comes complete,
With unattractive verbal attacks.
Sweetened to release their insecurities.

To satisfy a self importance,
They hope is noticed!
With an exposed devotion.

And...
It is!
Some sick notion practiced.
And...
It is!
Very much a factor,
In determining their lack of consciousness.
Possessed as if sought after.
To keep and defend against,
Those minding their business.
Those unaffected by this.
And indifferent!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Keep Protected and Intact

What's found socially acceptable,
And academically correct.
Has changed in its effective etiquette.
And has been dissected as suspect.

A higher state of consciousness,
Has arrived in minds to detect...
An awareness intentionally hidden...
Discovered by nonbelievers,
Who now 'see' and are upset.

Yet...
Their fantasies they wish to keep,
Protected and intact.
They wish to keep these fantasies,
Living to breathe as facts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something I've Accepted

Why have you continued and permitted,
Those negative comments said about you...
With such a tolerance?
Why not refute them as you should do.
Or at least argue against their existence.

'Remember when you discovered,
My ambitions were realistic?
And I pretended to be the fool,
You insisted me to be?
And with no resistance? '

But...
I really didn't know that other side of you.

'Which one?
The fool, the realistic or the sadomasochistic? '

What are you saying?
You derive pleasure from that?

'After years of endearing my character being attacked,
It has become something I've accepted.
Without anyone knowing that! '

Wouldn't you be more respected,
If facts about you were to others made known?

'Perhaps.
But the enjoyment I get,
Is in the laughing I give back.
Especially when the facts of my life,
Are exposed and to others shown.'

That's sick.

'From who's perspective?
Now you're trying to qualify,
The degree in which I achieve my pleasure.'

There is something 'dysfunctional' about you.

'Something?
Are you kidding?
'Everything' is dysfunctional about me.
Have you heard me complaining about it? '

No.
No...
I haven't.

'Then continue to consider me a fool.
I love it.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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