There To Awaken Their Senses
The ones refusing to open their eyes,
Ears and minds...
Believing themselves to be immunized,
By the rapidity of changes...
Being made and effecting the stability,
Of many lives lived by the majority.
Need not wonder whether the bricks used,
Are fused with cement or new.
Since the thickness of that wall they will run into,
Is there to awaken their senses to truths.
With the hope they will experience,
Fewer mind altering delusions.
As the year 2012 will dispel many myths.
With no reason to validate, decide or pick...
From a 'Believe It Or Not List',
That may or may not have a reason to exist...
Once those beliefs are realized and removed from doubt,
To be no longer questioned with what if(s) or could be(s) .
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Few Complaints Would Be Heard
If all addicting habits were abruptly stopped,
Few complaints would be heard.
The need and reason to borrow money,
Would no longer exist.
And life as it is known now...
Would not be credited by a challenging of myths,
And delusions to prove we all could successfully chase.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Easy Has This Been Made To Do?
How easy has it been made,
For anyone to lift...
An accusatory finger to point to someone else,
As a reason for their problems?
How easy has it been made,
To destroy other lives including their own...
By the creating of lies and hiding behind them.
How easy has it been made,
To ruin the quality and standard of life...
Of those who want to live their lives right,
In environments where people have been taught...
Mediocrity is acceptable.
And a public performance of ignorance,
Is just the thing to do since it's attractive too.
How easy has it been made,
To degrade a neighborhood to do it with a doing done?
As others from the outside watch this,
With an open invitation for more to come.
As if everyone has free admission to see fools in a zoo.
How easy has this been made to do?
And who benefits from this?
Not even the ones who make a dollar in profit.
Or the ones who created it,
With beliefs they can drive away...
To an exit that no longer exist.
Or a door to lock to keep them safe.
Those who have that kind of mind will never from it escape.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Reason
Lighting candles in the church of my choice
Loving strangers in the dark
Looking for someone to give me what i lack
Searching for something 'til you showed me
The gun in my back
I'm human and i need it
And i must have my beliefs
I open myself to the love (yea)
I love you 'cause you showed me
A merciful release
I'm living this time and i know you gave
Me the reason
One reason (to believe), one reason (you're the one)
One reason (to believe), one reason (my baby)
One reason (it's all i need), one reason (to believe)
Trying to get faith from the $8.50 paperbacks
Hoping they'll show me the way (the way to what)
Man in a crisis, a young girl in his bed
She's trying to help him when she tells him
It's all in his head
I'm human and i need it
I must have my beliefs
I open myself to the love (yea)
I love you 'cause you showed me
A merciful release
I'm living this time and i know you gave
Me the reason
One reason (to believe), one reason (you're the one)
One reason (to believe), one reason (my baby)
One reason (it's all i need), one reason (to believe)
I bow to the east or i kneel to the west
It's a matter of faith
I'm the only one who has to believe it
One reason (to believe), one reason (you're the one)
One reason (to believe), one reason (my baby)
One reason (it's all i need), one reason (to believe)
I bow to the east or i kneel to the west
It's a matter of faith
I'm the only one who has to believe it
One reason (to believe), one reason (you're the one)
One reason (to believe), one reason (my baby)
One reason (it's all i need), one reason (to believe)
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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One Reason To Believe
Lighting candles in the church of my choice, loving strangers in the dark
Looking for someone to give me what I lack
Searching for something 'till you showed me the gun in my back
I'm human and I need it, I must have my beliefs
I open myself to the love, yeah
And I love you 'cause you showed me a merciful release
I'm living this time and I know you gave me the reason
Chorus:
One reason (to believe), one reason (you're the one)
One reason (to believe), one reason (my baby)
One reason (it's all I need), one reason (to believe)
One reason (my baby), one reason
Trying to get faith from the eight fifty paperbacks
Hoping they'll show me the way (the way to what?)
Man in a crisis, a young girl in his bed
She's trying to help him when she tells him it's all in his head
I'm human and I need it, I must have my beliefs
I open myself to the love, yeah
I love you 'cause you showed me a merciful release
I'm living this time and I know you gave me the reason
chorus
I bow to the east or I kneel to the west, it's a matter of faith
I'm the only one who has to believe it
chorus
(Solo)
One reason, one reason, one reason, one reason
I bow to the east or I kneel to the west, it's a matter of faith
I'm the only one who has to believe it
One reason (to believe), one reason (you're the one)
One reason (one reason), one reason (my baby)
One reason (that's all I need), one reason (to believe)
One reason (to believe), one reason (just give me one)
One reason (one reason), one reason (to believe)
One reason (it's all I need), one reason (my baby)
One reason (my baby), one reason (my baby)
One reason (you are the reason), one reason
One reason (that's all I want), one reason (that's all I need)...
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Conservative Voices
Conservative voices,
Are better heard in the desert.
Pick one.
It doesn't matter which!
And left stranded,
With imagined visions...
Of a perfected way of life,
As an oasis.
Especially by those numbed,
And believing...
Words dripping from their parched lips,
Are not merely hallucinations...
From being out in the Sun too long,
Without sunscreen or thoughts connecting.
While feeding on a diet of delusions,
That has brought an entire society to the brink of disaster.
Hypnotized by their craze.
And influenced by their lust for greed!
Thank God the majority of the people,
Chose not to live in luxurious lofts!
Or highrise condos...
To experience daily nose bleeds.
With beliefs that they are living high and mighty.
Locked within recycled polluted air...
Sickening themselves,
At the price of a good view.
Just think of it...
If they were in their right minds,
Wouldn't they be greater than the claims being made?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give That Nonsense An 'F
It is going to stay fertile.
Adaptable and on alert.
Once barriers were broken,
And my eyes were forced to open 'wider'...
To see beyond myths and delusions of grandeur,
I knew my mind was no longer going to be confined.
When one hops from that safe feeling of sitting on a fence,
And learns to roll with the punches without whining in defense...
The living of life becomes more than what someone else,
Decides to bite into with a listening to them chew to refuse.
While attempting to convince me and 'you' should do what they do.
Give that nonsense an 'F' for unacceptable and step away from it.
It is going to stay fertile, adaptable and on alert.
Once barriers were broken,
And my eyes were forced to open 'wider'...
To see beyond myths and delusions of grandeur,
I knew my mind was no longer going to be confined.
Or allowed to be defined by those lost of identity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observing Their Choices Made
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.
But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.
And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.
And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do It! Let Go
Spinning out of control?
With a slipping away from myths,
Once followed so bold?
Growing more disappointed,
By those beliefs you were told?
And everyone seems to have lost a faith,
Making it hard to decipher from...
That which is real and what is faked!
And as of this date,
No chances have you made,
To reveal your true fate?
Do it!
Let go.
You have already convinced yourself,
That which you had is no longer in your grasp...
With beliefs what you had will always last.
Do it!
Let go.
The only thing you will be guaranteed to lose,
Will be your delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Backward Move These Minds
Sad are those who have isolated themselves,
With beliefs that religion and politics do not mix.
When conflicts fought are because of this.
Sad are those symbolized by myths!
Fixed and tied with lives centered upon it!
And refusing to see beyond their self destructiveness.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
Like a knocked eightball that drops...
To stop a game that's played.
By someone who has been mocked...
But comes to shock without delay.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
With wishes to have a game prolonged and sustained.
Sad are those symbolized by myths!
Fixed and tied with lives centered upon it!
And refusing to see beyond their self destructiveness.
Sad are those who have isolated themselves,
With beliefs that religion and politics do not mix.
When conflicts fought are because of this.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
Like a knocked eightball that drops...
To stop a game that's played.
By someone who has been mocked...
But comes to shock without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Whose Truth Is Reality?
Whose truth is reality?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
It is odd how those say they do know God exist.
With bragging rights about their religious affiliations.
But ask one of them,
When was it they stepped out of their way...
Based solely on their faith?
Do you get a look in return that offends?
Or...
Do you get a sermon to hear,
With scriptures quoted...
To make their beliefs understood.
And for some reason...
Their carrying a Bible should make that clear?
And that question you had asked,
Goes unanswered.
As an excuse is made,
To leave from your presence...
As fast as they came.
And under their breath you are called a name.
People are not up to that task.
Disguising 'your' reality...
They prefer to hide,
Behind 'their' masks!
Whose truth is reality?
Really?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Patient
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
I had placed people,
Who I considered friends on this list.
And for years they had been on it...
Doing and saying things to me as they wished.
Some don't speak to me.
But my name is on their lips.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That should not on my list exist!
Very few on my priority list,
Have me on their agenda.
And if they do,
I'm sure it's for fun, sport and gossip.
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
I couldn't not explain...
Why some names had hearts near them.
Did I do that?
Did I draw them in?
I use to dropp every and anything,
To be at someone's aide.
Some people I would call everyday...
Just to see if they were okay.
I've even allowed my own work to be submitted...
So folks could get their college degrees.
Joking about this,
I am not!
I have been the subject of innuendos and lies,
As if my life meant nothing at all.
To leave me to walk around with 'my' pain disguised.
Then I awakened and realized.
I am considered a fool!
Today...
When I began to weed through,
My priority list...
I saw some things on it,
That no longer exist.
And wondered to myself 'WHY'...
Is this stuff still 'there'.
Get rid of it!
This makes no sense.
Why do you have these people's lives,
Prioritized?
'That is being too patient!
Fix this and get this done quick! '
I have moments when I am completely rational.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lived To Witness
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
Each moment I am given to move ahead,
I do!
And those who refuse truth to do as they choose,
Would not improve my outlook.
What will remaining fixed to reminisce prove?
I have no purpose to value or live 'today' as I exist?
No longer do I awaken with questions,
To doubt yesterdays that have gone.
What benefit from this would I get,
If I allowed myself to sit...
And not appreciate each dawn,
Lived to witness that comes along.
My purpose is to live.
Give.
And from the doing of it,
Receive blessings to me that benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Been Spoiled
Yes.
You've been spoiled.
And I...
No longer guess...
I am the reason and cause of it.
From the very beginning,
When I gifted you...
With my best 'anyone' could get.
And delivered that to you,
So happy you were.
And to me that was expressed.
Yes.
You've been spoiled.
And I...
No longer guess...
I am the reason and cause of it.
I feel it each time,
When you rush to find...
What it is I've left.
Believing it easy and simple for me...
To create for you something great.
Something to leave your mind teased and pleased.
You've been spoiled and that is because of me!
And now my very best...
Gets less of your attention,
With your inquisitive curiousness.
Now you get upset with a disrespect...
If you find an undotted 'i' or an uncrossed 't',
As you closely inspect.
Yes.
You've been spoiled.
And I...
No longer guess...
I am the reason and cause of it.
I am the reason,
You now mumble your indignities...
To me,
Under your breath!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cutting Edge
As long as my work is edited...
To ensure by those who censor,
I say nothing to offend anyone...
They may believe is totally oblivious,
To a reality that affects...
Their pretentiously kept delusions,
They will meet and decide by voting...
If my written submissions as described,
Should be considerd...
Cutting edge!
And that determines...
Who amongst them have actually,
Spent anytime outside and beyond...
Their own comfort zones.
Many do not travel too far,
To ensure an innocence represented..
Thrives to keep some minds stunted.
Even though the majority of the people,
Have long been forced to do so...
With an eviction from these zones,
For most of their lives.
And find that a censorship...
Athough at these times lived ridiculous,
Should be applied to an acceptance...
Of a decadence that is marketed successfully!
But, of course...
That is a reflection of their lives as lived,
Valued as standards they publicly deny.
Yes it is hypocritical...
However,
It is what it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such Myths Aren't So Easy to Shatter
Foolish are those who believe they can exist,
As being just pieces of a whole...
That nourishes as they come together,
With indifferences to complain or sit.
Or deposit their selfishness...
In self righteous idol worship.
Believing in divisional circumstances...
They are not connected.
Or can live lives undetected.
And by 'what' or 'who'...
Will allow or accept this?
This Earth is just one of uncountable cells!
Dwelling within this 'mental' cosmos.
And that fact...
Seems to continue to elude those,
Believing they are exclusively God's gifts...
In this Universe!
Such myths aren't so easy to shatter!
Or sit to ponder in limited minds,
For too long.
Or too well!
Even with a progress expressed,
And professed.
They can not escape...
From the reality of their creation!
Much longer in existance.
Prior than the event...
Of their use as an experiment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is A Vicariousness Lived
Sometimes when I awaken,
I wish my mind was not so investigative.
But I am too inquisitive,
To assume.
Those who sit and imagine their lives,
And others who are living theirs...
Seem to have so much time,
Not to experience life.
From their lips when in the exchange of gossip...
There is a vicariousness lived to then embellish...
Flowing nonstop to listening ears.
And when I hear this it becomes hard to detect...
What is real and what has been memorized,
From what has been spoken by another...
To then take out of context.
Delusional people can make real their fantasies.
Sometimes when I awaken,
I wish my mind was not so investgative.
But I am too inquisitive,
To assume.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pessimistic
No reason to believe my mind will heal
No reason to believe my soul will feel
no more hope
no more hope
I am in misery
There is no reason to have faith in a good destiny
There is no more hope
There is no more hope
I am lost
My heart is made of frost
Why is it so wrong to mope
When I have lost all hope
poem by Jessica Stubbs
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