There Is Nothing Like An Awakening
People only see what they choose to see.
And at their convenience.
Even though what is seen has been there,
And observed by others for many years...
Who by now have become quite annoyed,
By those who have chosen to see with open eyes.
And all of a sudden have become advocates,
And champions...
Of 'unity'.
When at a time they did not want to know,
What was going on and could care less about it.
Since 'those' types of people created their own problems.
That's what they would say.
But today...
It has been made easier for everyone to 'see',
With minds being cleared of clouds that confuse.
And who has being doing what to whom,
Is not someone's 'vision' looking into a cystal ball.
And the value placed on denial and deceit,
Has increasingly faded the quality of life...
As well as those 'standards' upheld by those isolated,
In a narrow thought process.
There is nothing like an awakening to a truth that exists.
There is nothing like this when it happens.
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Fixed As If Cemented
Those who remain with wishes,
To see things as they would choose to view them.
And not how things are.
Since things are the way they have been...
Unchanged and unbending.
Fixed as if cemented.
There is nothing to say,
To those like that.
Those who disbelieve,
Things are not as they are seen.
But 'should' be the way they would 'like'?
That is alright.
Do not frustrate in argument with them.
Your time...
Not theirs,
Is to mellow like fine wine.
Know this!
Others who have had these 'things'...
Just as they are and wish to leave them that way.
Defend their points of view.
Despite what it is you do.
Whether you condone what is done or not.
And it is difficult to get that across to some people.
But not for the few!
Who have chosen their own lives to live.
And have chosen to do the best they can...
To assist,
With any apparent awakening...
Some stand by and expect.
However,
If things as they are as observed are accepted...
By those affected.
And they wish things to be just the way they are?
'Left-a-lone! '
It is better to leave what is seen that way.
ALONE!
Turn away from it and live one's own life.
Frustration free and nurturing one's peace of mind!
Unless?
There is always an 'unless' involved.
Unless...
One has desires to remain in darkness!
And argue about the prospects,
Of a light that could shine...
Between two ears already known closed.
Optimistic people love the concept of options!
Although,
Some narrow minds will never open that wide!
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Easier to Be Selective
Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!
Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.
Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!
Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.
And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.
With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.
Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpretations of Life
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.
They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.
They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.
Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!
And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!
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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!
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With Old And Aging Beliefs
The only people today left in the dark,
And feeling stupid they have lived...
In a divided separateness, isolated and apart,
Are those with old and aging beliefs...
That they can say and do anything they please,
With the spending of billions of dollars...
To create their own truth and have it unquestioned.
As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.
And as foolish as these people are,
Who refuse to leave the side of the dark...
To remain with images,
Created to inflate what does not exist.
They still insist their fall into an oblivion,
Is a temporary one.
And they can use their influence to get out of it.
As if many are not awakening,
To see deception for what it is.
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The Wink
It might of been created by a liar or a thief
So people will be confused by a thought or a belief
And at that moment of time when you will stop and think
You will not realize you've been tricked, as there will be a wink,
You might think all is alright and that is acceptable
As you wont see what truly is perceptible,
And if you are with that friend and they offer you a drink
Be careful before you drink it, and watch out for that wink.
It might of been created when someone was looking for the truth
Or maybe they were curious, or maybe they were a sleuth
But when they are close to an answer you will notice their eye
Then you will see that wink, now you won't care about why,
You are happy and pleased as now you will walk away
But what was the truth, as not a word did they say,
When people tell you all is alright, but your life is at its brink
Be ever so careful, and watch out for that wink.
It might of been created by a spouse or a cheater
But we know it wasn't created by either Paul or Peter
When the truth is asked for, it is told without a blink
So we must be ever so weary of that devilish wink
In the history of time it as been used to trick and confuse
And also to confirm a lie, and also to amuse,
Remember the devil signs his contracts in blood and ink
So in life be ever so careful, and watch out for that wink.
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left Alone With Options
Very few people I know today,
Speak with honesty on their minds.
And honestly...
Those I did know,
Who tested that theory?
With pronouncements back then?
Have been isolated or confined,
Or ignored as out of their minds!
I was declared completely crazy,
For 'suggesting' I knew what truth meant!
I am one of the lucky ones!
I chose to be thought of as insane,
Many years ago with daring!
I camouflaged I had 'brains'.
I walked about unsuspected.
No one complained when those actions were fresh!
Today being 'nutts' is a mandatory requirement.
I am so happy I am now left alone with options!
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Constitution Visits
Things would be made much more explicit,
If those of leadership made constitution visits.
And saw and read and comprehend
What that doctrine says
To a nation of men and women!
No one needs to be Christian, Black or Jew
To uphold those rights for me or you!
No one needs to be Catholic, Baptist or 'Witness'
To live a life on this land that was not created for this!
Somehow somewhere someone thought of greed.
And represented the constitution for this purpose to feed!
Someone made it Christian and began to use a Bible.
Someone began making laws that from our constitution...
Was not viable!
We are fighting for the right to change thoughts of others,
When the understanding of what exists...
Has been twisted to make liable to stir up others' troubles!
Nothing that is done today,
Is from a constitution much abused that is reliable to use,
In the hands of those who choose it to confuse!
And where do the Puritans and Quakers fit in?
Believers and founders who arrived without documentation!
Things would be made much more explicit...
If those in roles of position,
Made a few more constitution visits!
Instead of surpressing realities in distress!
Creating not unity...
But a world in a conflicting mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Them Heavy People
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
They arrived at an inconvenient time.
I was hiding in a room in my mind.
They made me look at myself. I saw it well.
Id shut the people out of my life.
So now I take the opportunities:
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me.
I must work on my mind. for now I realise:
Everyone of us has a heaven inside.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
They open doorways that I thought were shut for good.
They read me gurdjieff and jesu.
They build up my body, break me emotionally.
Its nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling!
I love the whirling of the dervishes.
I love the beauty of rare innocence.
You dont need no crystal ball,
Dont fall for a magic wand.
We humans got it all, we perform the miracles.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball...
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Inconvenienced and Drained
The other day I was shocked.
I actually observed someone open a wallet.
It had a ten dollar bill in it!
I was amazed.
Until I realized...
The person was there to purchase,
A gallon of gas.
A loaf of bread.
And a dozen of eggs.
I was there sniffing the fried chicken being made.
Fulfilling my wish for the day...
Before I hitch hiked my way home,
From the convenience store.
Observing those pretending to make sense...
As they were being inconvenienced,
And drained!
By a quality of life...
They make attempts to maintain.
With beliefs their standards are being threatened,
By those who envy them...
And their freedoms that are wished,
As a life those deprived desire to live!
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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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncomprehending the Healing Aspects of Listening
Starting all over again to make things better,
Will do...
What?
Make things better?
And for who?
The very same people who allowed destruction?
Those responsible for the creation of conflict?
People refuse to identify themselves,
As the culprits!
Or deny they hand picked their own enemies.
To refer to them as terrorists.
Who began the outsourcing of jobs?
To send them away,
At the expense of cheaper labor.
Whose products were deemed inferior made?
So other products would be savored.
Who began the marketing of decadence?
To find money easier to be had and spent!
Who stood by to watch unruly children?
As disrespect was ushered in...
With a greeding of deceit,
Making a mockery of discipline!
And the rise of racism is on their own land.
The affects of this,
They themselves began.
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
Aren't these the same people who made it clear...
Their way of life was much endeared.
Aren't these the same people,
Who had values and standards...
Better than those they now say they fear?
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
A self examination has of yet for them to begin.
This should be prioritized as a revelation for them.
But they remain in denial.
Uncomprehending the healing aspects of listening.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glossed Over To Shine And Gleem
What appeared in my mind,
At one time to have been abstract...
Has long cleared from my vision to obstruct.
No matter how abstract,
Those wishing to keep hidden out of sight those facts.
Hindrances I spent time to quiz,
Have vanished from the attention I had given.
I see now why the picture created had been distorted.
To eliminate those questions truth would support.
Now exported to never import or aborted to deport.
What appeared in my mind,
At one time to have been abstract...
Has long cleared from my vision to obstruct.
To realize there are reasons to confuse,
And corrupt a mind off-track to misguide.
And speeches delivered,
Have nothing to do with what is on exhibit.
Although those who seek glamour...
Are thrilled to hear from someone understanding,
How much they have a need to safeguard their delusions.
With a keeping of a tour glossed over to shine and gleem!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Narrative Today
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
The ones with identity and not in fear,
Of upsetting others with a correct pretentiousness.
I would like to meet those who have minds connected,
To something else besides themselves.
Or flaws and blemishes of others.
Maybe it is my aging process I am dealing with.
I listen more intently to every word not to miss.
And it seems today I overhear many expressing nonsense.
I can not believe these minds are free.
And they have chosen to be empty of thought,
With a seriousness to talk about nothing but materialism...
Sex and drugs and who cheats on who with a doing of it,
Just to use newly advertised lubricants.
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
There 'has' to be other ears and eyes observing this to witness.
And maybe they are like I am...
Looking on from the sidelines but keeping their distance.
And I understand this perfectly.
But it would be nice to have it validated by more who do agree!
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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Glad I'm Alive
Hello and welcome my friend
It's good to see you again
Do you know anything new
Tell me is this really you
Hey, what's the story in LA
I haven't been there today
It's time we went for a ride
Come on and step right inside
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Darkness our sole destination
Daylight our only intention
White lightning brightens the sky
Can't tell we're flying so high
Rest now and don't be afraid
Can't you see we've got it made
Just cause I'm not going far
That doesn't mean that we can't reach the stars
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
Sad story that look in your eyes
Break out before it's too late
Now come and lay down by my side
Let all the thoughts slip away
Too many people have waited
Too many problems created
Too many jitterbugs not enough jive
I'm tired of sitting here waiting
We should be out there creating
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm alive
I'm alive
Alive
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Misguided Misdemeanors
Even though the rush of ongoing tragedies,
Seem to be the result of accusations,
We are a people in denial.
Let us not abandon the strength we maintain,
In keeping our delusions.
To leave and ignore those insisting,
There is a need to examine our way of life,
With a proclaiming of our relentless stubbornness...
To drastically change our ways of doing things,
Midstream.
It would be pointless to adopt to adapt,
To such needless measures.
We can always rename these 'common' incidents,
We seem to daily face with such frequency these days...
As misguided misdemeanors.
Remember this...
We are not here to validate,
The painful affects and presence of our ignorance.
Let us ensure that all pretentions we keep,
Are safely kept protected to guarantee...
Our insecurities will never be revealed,
To be interpreted as admissions of weakness.
'But how can we explain the increase of insanity? '
We will continue to label these mavericks misfits.
'An entire population of people? '
There is no need to sensationalize.
These isolated incidents stirring in the minds,
Of a few disgruntled people.
There is no need to exaggerate the mundane.
Remember...
We are in the midst of an election year.
And all of us should be focused on the economy.
With the acknowledgement,
Of who we have chosen to place blame.
'All of this is becoming quite disturbing.'
Remember...
We are in the midst of an election year.
And it is extremely important,
We do our utmost best to keep medicated...
Through this strenuous and gut wrenching process.
Knowing...
Our values and standards are being attacked and tested.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am For
i am for...
justice, equality,
equal distribution of goods.
the right to work,
to speak out, to stand up...
i am for truth at all costs,
for freedom of religion...
i am for peace right now,
right here, and always.
i am for education for all,
for growing our own food.
for breaking the curse of oil...
i am for gay rights, and their right to marry.
i am for diversity, and unity,
and yes you can have both.
i am against...
war, bigotry, greed,
and anything that divides.
i am against the use of force,
the use of fear and manipulation.
i am against narrow minded thinking...
i am against the banning of books.
i am against progress
at the cost of nature.
i am against the wealthy
ruling the poor.
i am against anyone
who wants me to follow,
to change or adapt to
his or her standards.
i am against judgements
made by self righteous people...
i am against ignorance, most of all!
i am for...
people being people,
humans being human.
i am for you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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