There Is No Retreating Or Ceasing Done
Painful realities
Are rising and creates unrest.
Truths today are being expressed.
And this is bringing those who know this...
Extreme unhappiness.
Acknowledgements leave some cringing.
Hiding misdeeds can no longer be kept swept.
Or buried under falsities...
Now clearing from the eyes of those who slept.
Those who 'see' the bigger picture.
And the difference between deceit and honesty.
One is clearly based on fact.
And the emergence of facts,
Have shocked those taken aback.
There is no retreating or ceasing done.
Enforcing a condoned ignorance,
Comes 'home' to stun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gimmick Twist
With tried and tired images,
Marketed to boost a drifting morale.
Limits are not given to a gimmick twist.
Used to provide a lift to a sliding confidence...
Shifting from fantasies!
Many bred and thirsting as their realities.
And they must be kept,
In a conformity supporting deceptions believed.
If they are swept into a revealing truth...
Where would this leave,
Those drugged on concepts.
And teased by falsities...
Those behind the scenes,
Are hoping crushes those left...
And out of breath,
To spread the advantages...
Of re-enforcing,
A higher consciousness!
If one should leave their comfort zones...
Where restrictions placed at their doorsteps,
Welcomes an intended implementation...
To distract with an attraction,
To self inflict a mental disease.
Condoned!
Of course...
They will never find their way back 'home'.
Or recognized the cleverness,
Used against them to disturb their rest.
And...
Coming easy and quick!
To appease the taste for conflict of all kinds.
Absorbing,
Independent thinking minds with teases.
Hoping a taste will satisfy an addiction,
With a needless but craved wish...
For a waste that slips from their reach!
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Gone To Forget To Leave
There are those who may choose to die.
For whatever reason...
Eyes are wanting to feel,
A realness and not a friction to absorb.
When platters of gold filled deceit,
Offer nothing else to be fed....
With a side order of sincerity seen,
Or felt to mention.
'Gone to forget to leave'
And the feasting of this is encouraged.
Until dishonesty is all that one dreads.
With a wish to numb the head,
From the stirrings that occur from truths.
And although the eating of deceit weakens,
On a daily basis when that addiction eats...
A cry goes unheard.
A sickening overwhelms...
And,
A wish to be released from it increases.
'Gone to forget to leave'
An encouraged emotionally abandoned mind...
Feeds until the peace of eternal rest has come,
Of what is wished.
And with a consciousness,
Desperately wanting transistion now a mission...
But never accepted to come from one so...
Talented and gifted!
But hurting from a place...
No one took the time to touch to get to know,
And so much pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined the stars awaiting.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined...
With the others worthy.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known,
To God...
Has joined,
Eternity!
Goodbye to pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
No more pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone is pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding,
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
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Many Will Come to Know The Effectiveness
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
Denials raised to stay committed,
To defy what is presented
Once truth begins to combat deceit.
Creates a massive turnaround of events,
The telling of lies can not defeat.
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need
A group of experienced archaeologists feeding,
Findings discovered.
In ancient dusted fields.
What is as it is observed,
No longer can deceit conceal.
There 'is' most definitely a reality.
One we all will come to touch, see and feel
As 'thee' truth upon us revealed,
Is unmistaken for its authenticity.
Choose to like it, ignore it or leave it alone.
Many will come to know the effectiveness of it.
And masquerading truth is not condoned.
'How did you know 'that'?
I was private and discreet.'
Truth is not like deceit to be hidden.
And those unaware of that,
Find themselves victims of their own entrapment.
'Where did you study this? '
You are pitiful.
You didn't know that did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breaking All The Rules
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
Deceit defeated will end all misdeeds.
You'll be stopped from braking all the rules.
And...
Stopped from doing tricky things you do.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
Many want it kept pursued,
The...
Duping and the suckering to fool,
THEY DO!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah.
You don't know what I know.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming soon...
With deceit defeated.
With deceit defeated.
And...
None of it to be repeated deeds.
I can feel it!
You don't know what I know, do yah.
Do yah, do yah...
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
An ending to the breaking all the rules,
Is coming...
Since deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
Oh...yes.
Deceit defeated will end these misdeeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Owe It First To Myself To Be Honest
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I use to believe it did not matter,
If I kept the depth of my feelings hidden.
But then I realized I had a wish,
To have at least one person unafraid...
To escape and leave behind their pretentions.
And today after doing it to strip myself free,
My ability to recognize honesty in others...
Is a feeling I get that is non-verbally expressed.
And I could care less,
Who accepts expressed pretentions!
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I had been the last to know I'd been tricked,
By the foolishness of believing others had arrived.
To find myself deluded in the midst,
Of those too comfortable with the telling of lies.
I can now detect with my ears and eyes.
To leave my honesty disguised if I must.
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.
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Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truths Introduced Have Come To Stay
It is no longer what 'you' want to accomplish,
That is wished to erase those consequences faced.
Those consequences to be faced,
Are here to stay.
Truths introduced do not fade away.
The picture you view is much broader today.
And the players behind the scene once kept unseen,
Are increasingly getting impatient...
With facts being disguised as temporary discomforts.
Or little 'white' lies unmasked to expose one's innocence,
To unfold!
It is no longer what 'you' want to accomplish,
That is wished to erase those consequences faced.
Those consequences to be faced,
Are here to stay.
Truths introduced do not fade away.
To continue the doing of those same games to be played.
The picture you view is much broader today.
And the players behind the scene once kept unseen,
Are increasingly getting impatient...
With facts being disguised as temporary discomforts.
Or little 'white' lies unmasked to expose one's innocence,
To unfold!
Truths introduced do not fade away.
Not today.
Truths introduced have come to stay...
And,
Enlighten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deludify
'She was apparently healthy.
But how did she die? '
As those question themselves...
While viewing the body of a woman,
Who had been mummified and die...
Over three thousand years ago.
And it would seem to me,
That this woman had died from the death.
Perhaps she was healthy when she lived...
But those questions to me seem so inept.
Like the adsurdities expressed,
By those wishing to leave realities unaddressed.
Even though they are obvious to see...
People wish to heighten their fantasies.
And 'deludify' them,
With pretense and sweetened ignorance.
Note: Deludify? One who deludes an obvious truth,
as it is accepted by conformed 'normality'.
Normality? That which one had before truth deludified it
by the use of deceit! Deceit? Lies told to persuade one's belief.
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The Only Consciousness Known
With the greatest of effort,
They've accomplished defeating...
The ones selected,
To prevent any success...
Expressed with wishes to achieve.
A success that would directly benefit...
The lives of those living,
Within the community of condoned mediocrity.
And with this defeat crumbling beneath their feet,
They today actively seek...
Someone they deemed qualified,
And liked well enough to accept...
A manipulation of their patience.
Until a tolerance of it abandons them again.
To leave them in complete ignorance,
That is for them the only consciousness known.
'Your comments are a bit negative.'
Are they?
I had no idea my expressed observations,
Would offend.
Where do you recommend I go,
To have them acceptably interpreted?
'That may be a bit difficult.
What you see presented is a ritual.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Are Attempting to Escape from Facts
A comfort in passing judgement on others,
Has its way of returning this activity...
Right back to those detractors.
For a long time it was believed the Earth was flat.
And there were scores of people,
Who would despise others...
Opposing with a difference of opinion.
In fact...
People were expected to keep their mouths closed.
As if to be kept sealed and 'labelled'.
Entrapped to pay for their lack of conformity.
Today...
Something about that has changed.
Today?
People are attempting to escape from facts...
To have others pay to enhance delusions,
That will never become realities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Process Of a Divinity
If anything in nature had been created,
Based on falsities...
All that has been manmade,
To reflect a stability...
Would have earned the praise of nature.
And not be bombarded by devastation!
Or persistent tragedies.
To experience a weeping before repeated.
Nature is a process of a divinity.
One far superior.
With a majestic quality!
And the ignorance of disobedience,
Causes many to grieve.
That's why all living things,
Depend on trees to breathe.
And when the trees decide to leave...
Excuses made will no longer have purpose.
Or a need for reasons,
To explain the outcome of possibilities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a Roam Zone
When in a roam zone,
Where does one go...
After tempers flair?
And what is left staring,
Are the facts.
In undeniable contradiction...
Of those truths carried,
Historically on one's back!
Where does one roam,
When this becomes known.
Where does one roam,
When assessments are complete.
And one awakens drooling,
Deluged by deceit one took to a deep sleep.
Where does one then choose to roam?
With a feeling of suspicion even in one's home!
And finding themselves overwhelmed by distrust.
Neighbors once close are now regarded with disgust.
Found hiding in disguises as if they must.
Where does one then roam?
When truth has been expose to leave one to feel alone...
Where does one then go,
Feeling isolated and in a complicated mental state of mind!
Where does one then go...
When feeling alone and in a roam zone to call one's own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter VII: Snowball
Liar says little lie
Little lie creates a lie
A lie creates some other lie
Some other lie creates bigger lie
Bigger lie becomes bigger bigger lie
Bigger bigger lie becomes very big lie
Very big lie becomes the biggest lie
The biggest lie finally eats the liar
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Lies, Damned Lies And Statistics
World politicians adore the stat,
It can hide their lies in any format,
They can say we are now out of recession,
Despite the fact we're still in a depression.
What is this miracle we call the stat,
I hear you all ask what exactly is that,
Politicians will tell you that yes it's a fact,
If it's based on a stat then they will act.
They are the ultimate masters of the stat,
It can hide their deceit during a chat,
They truly are masters of their craft,
They'd have us believe that we're all daft.
Homes repossessed are contained in a stat,
Their figures are lower than we know they're at,
But the truth is different we're out on the street,
The fact is their stats are full of deceit.
Inflation is always contained in a stat,
They're as clear as treacle in a darkwood vat,
The prices we're paying are not as they seem,
Believe that if you like and let out a scream.
To believe what's contained within a stat,
You'd have to be a total prat,
While all of our lives are being enjoyed,
They can tell us nobody's unemployed.
The state of the world is based on a stat,
How many are thin how many are fat,
The information supplied is supposed to relieve,
Truth is none of it you can believe.
The way that they can present a stat,
Is a fish is a bird and a dog is a cat,
They're a strange way of saying all is well,
When truth is we're all heading for hell.
Whoever invented the bloody stat,
Was surely brought up as a spoiled brat,
Nothing better to do with their tedious life,
Than to devise a way of lying about life.
Facts just don't exist within a stat,
Or they could well show our world is flat,
This would have a terrible effect,
As quite frankly it's not politically correct.
Politicians couldn't live without their stat,
They'd be like a cricketer without his bat,
Without the stat their system dies,
Like them they're all based on lies.
But none of them care for they love the stat,
Though everyone else can smell a rat,
Stats tell them what they want to hear,
Like darkened glass they're crystal clear.
The fact is you can never believe a stat,
It's meant to beguile us it can wear any hat,
You'd retrieve more facts from a team of mystics,
Than you'd get from those,
‘' Lies, Damned Lies And Statistics ‘'
Blood-Thirst
Not many people enter the contentment,
A reader of stories creates a dismal fact
Because he or she desires the bringing of facts.
In the broad bold night of the days we extend
Is a party of vampires and their victims;
Empower them to express their blood-thirst
So their realities are recognised and met
By the blood of our fathers,
The blood of our victims.
Find and seek the whole book created by us,
We freely ingest the liquid of love and hate,
The blood of blue and red,
Our blue blood is red, our blood is bled
Like a bloody liquid of the night.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
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It is discouraging how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
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Haunted By Your Own Remarks
Haunted by your own remarks?
That attacked someone without facts,
To impart?
And when the truth surfaces...
You can not take your misdeeds back.
And the one you criticized with your falsities,
Is also aware of that.
Which one of you do you 'think'...
Has a mind filled with guilt,
That invisibly stays on the mind and attacks?
Could it be the one,
Who knows exactly what you've done?
Let's say...
The odds are not in your favor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tis Destiny
Though many may see it in a different way
'Tis destiny in our lives that does have the say
Our life journey our journey to destiny
To fame and to riches and to poverty.
'Tis a fact that the greatest are mortals and facts never lie
And from the day we are born to the day that we die
Destiny on our lives a huge part does play
'Tis destiny decided that I pen this today.
Many who believe in life choices will tell you that your life journey you decide
Those who ignore that you need to have luck on your side
They see your station in life as of your making not of circumstance
And they scoff at any mention of destiny or chance.
The town's wealthiest person in his fiftieth year was buried today
'Twas cancer he died of in a slow painful way
This was not of his choice of that most would agree
A slow painful death part of his life's destiny.
poem by Francis Duggan
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