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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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Fantasies Enriched

With fantasies enriched,
And lives protected...
By the foolishness of censorship.
One aided by religious beliefs,
That restrict the expansion...
Of one's mental consciousness.
People do seem they are getting,
Very tired of this.

Although misjudgements,
Expect an effective controlling.
Enforced and condoned through imagery,
And symbolic teachings.

Although a Taste for decadence,
Provides a good foundation...
For hypocrisies to exist.
With a contradicting of values and standards.
There is a need to keep these pretensions,
On the top of the list.

However...
Truth IS and not a myth.
And those with fantasies enriched,
Are on the road that will expose...
A discovery of this comes without a welcome.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Socially Appropriate And Required Correct Etiquette

I often amaze myself,
How unphased I can become...
By those things done,
That today are acceptable.
When those exact same procedures,
Had been once scrutinized,
As unethical.

And now that the 'unethicalness',
Of what yesterday was not politically correct...
Is in place.
And more of what 'then' was initiated,
Has been updated to be regarded...
As socially appropriate,
And required correct etiquette.

And yes...
B.S. still retains its full implied meaning,
As it applies.
And...
With a bunch of it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Fresh Are These Days of Awareness That Come

Fresh are these days of awareness.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!

Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.

And those who sing the blues,
Had other choices...
But they refused.
Deciding to keep their minds completely fixed.
To a way of life,
With standards and values today quickly nixed.
Wishing now they had kept things simple.
But consumed they are with bitterness.
With others like them...
Who have been deceived and tricked!

Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!

And a whistling is heard!
Coming from those who kept their eyes opened.
Observing reality for what it is!

Now they watch those disturbed.
Those who sit stubbornly...
With hopes their delusions maintained,
Will someday again...
With the aid of false prayer,
By them who dare...
To display a sudden faith.
Be served to end the reality of their heartache.

But where were they...
When the earth began to shake?
To awaken those from their sleep.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasies Oversold When Told

Fantasies oversold when told,
Have a tendency to be difficult to re-tell...
With bits and pieces of truth injected.
A clinching to them begins.
And people become offended...
When storylines being changed,
Affect what they accept...
Has been 'common' sense.
Or different versions of them...
Are suddenly making appearances,
To convince.

Fantasies oversold when told,
Start to crack foundations...
That are molded in isolation.
And divisions of faith,
Begin with to subdivide.
And people are afraid to call fantasies lies.
The marketing of them has been too fantastic.
The ridding of them would be too drastic.
And minds confused will seek higher doses...
Of an assortment of medications once illegal,
Now obtain in beverages that attract children...
Quick to be addict to products with cute names.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The interesting thing is how one guy, through living out his own fantasies, is living out the fantasies of so many other people.

quote by Hugh Hefner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Reformed Apologists

Socially accepted name soiling,
Of those reformed apologists.
Wishing to have their public role calling,
Yesterday found appalling.
But today have discovered themselves,
The ones full of 'it'.

Retracking from en-acting,
Pointing blame with accusations.
Only makes those misdeeds to face,
Unable to erase.
From the minds of those attacked,
By assumptions and not facts!

Socially accepted name soiling,
Of those reformed apologists.
Wishing to have their public role calling,
Yesterday found appalling...
But today have discovered themselves,
The ones full of 'it'.

Leaving good relationships blemished.
And reputations diminished.
Isolates with a finish,
Those feelings of friendship forever left embittered.
With a forgiveness erased,
To never again be considered.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Keep Feeling) Fascination

If it seems a little time is needed
Decisions to be made
The good advice of friends unheeded
The best of plans mislaid
Just looking for a new direction
In an old familiar way
The forming of a new connection
To study or to play
And so the conversation turned
Until the sun went down
And many fantasies were learned
On that day
Keep feeling fascination
Passion burning
Love so strong
Keep feeling fascination
Looking learning
Moving on
Well the truth may need some
Re-arranging
Stories to be told
And plain to see the facts are changing
No meaning left to hold
And so the conversation turned
Until the sun went down
And many fantasies were learned
On that day
And so the conversation turned
Until the sun went down
And many fantasies were learned
On that day

song performed by by Human League
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Fascination

If it seems a little time is needed
Decisions to be made
The good advice of friends unheeded
The best of plans mislaid
Just looking for a new direction
In an old familiar way
The forming of a new connection
To study or to play
And so the conversation turned
Until the sun went down
And many fantasies were learned
On that day
Keep feeling fascination
Passion burning
Love so strong
Keep feeling fascination
Looking learning
Moving on
Well the truth may need some
Re-arranging
Stories to be told
And plain to see the facts are changing
No meaning left to hold
And so the conversation turned
Until the sun went down
And many fantasies were learned
On that day
And so the conversation turned
Until the sun went down
And many fantasies were learned
On that day

song performed by by Human League
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Mistress Answer****************1978

the lover is the backbone of his mistress
he is her hopes, her dreams, her fantasies.

he keeps her on a string, but to him she is everything.
through her he sees all his failures and mistakes
whereas he sits and contemplates.

she in turn looks to him for strength
and guideness in her hours of despair.
and knows when she needs him
he'll always be near.

she lives in her realm of fantasies
and depends upon him for his 'realities'
she is what she wants to be
living in hpocrisy.

poem by Louis Rams
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Revisited Dismisses

Let them trip over revisited dismisses.
Since falling down presents fresh excuses.
To maim the mental state of minds...
Hoping a delivery of a clarity to find.
Or something quick to reminisce and addict...
To moments when lies and dishonesty was hidden.
Now it is welcomed freely as the air one breathes.
And more are becoming upset...
With the roughness thieves project and leave.

Let them trip over revisited dismisses.
Blinded to possess something valued to impress.
As wickedness underneath their feet...
Was authorized with complete deceit.
But fantasies fed became a favorite treat.
And now they are left to eat,
A reality none can digest.
But they had been the ones to feed...
Such greediness at their best.
With a taste of it that lingers on...
As a demand to reinstate,
A way of life from them now gone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Busy Cleaning Up Their Acts

Hasn't the time arrived,
For those accomplished in conniving tasks...
Of planting booby traps,
To catch people off guard...
A throwback to a childish past?
And what purpose is served,
When grown folks laugh?

Hasn't the time arrived,
For the ones who 'should' be mature...
To set aside their hiding behind masks,
With a demonstrating to those younger...
That a life lived of being a fool,
Does not forever last?
With a pursuing of facts.

Few can afford wasting time procrastinating.
Or accepting in their minds they can afford hesitating.
Since that time has arrived to get down to business,
Period!
Even though a seriousness to leave fantasies,
Isn't easy for those entrapped within delusioned beliefs.
No roads ahead are paved with treated sweets.

Or streets left to litter for someone else to clean.
Since that time has arrived to get down to business,
Period!
With everyone expected to roll up their sleeves,
Prepared to get busy cleaning up their acts.
Few sad faces will be given attention to attract.
The days ahead are not about the giving of that.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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FALLACIES...by talile ali

I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANY OF YOU
PERHAPS I NEVER WILL
IF ANY ONE TOLD ME I WOULD BE LIKE THIS
I'D THINK THAT WE WERE ILL
WHAT A PILL
TO LOVE PEOPLE WHO JUST DON'T FEEL

FALLACIES
TOO MANY FALACIES
FANTASIES
LIFE AS IT OUGHTA BE

I COULD NEVER
CUT A PERSON OUT OF MY LIFE
UNFORTUNATELY I SEE IT DONE EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE
BY MY EX WIFE
WHO SHOWED MY DAUGHTERS HOW TP MISS OUT ON LIFE

FALLACIES
TOO MANY FALACIES
FANTASIES
LIFE AS IT OUGHTA BE

ILLUSIONS MAY BE HELPFUL
BUT CRUELTIES NOT THE WAY
LIVING A LIFE FULL OF STRESS
TILL YOUR DYING DAY
WHAT A MESS
JUST WAITING FOR YOUIR LIFE TO CONFESS

FALLACIES
TOO MANY FALACIES
FANTASIES
LIFE AS IT OUGHTA BE

FADE OUT

poem by Talile Ali
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Whatever It Takes To Participate

Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!

Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.

And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.

Fed to greed.
That's it.
Not to solicit with a consciousness,
To correct with a higher learning...
A resolving of any conflicts that today exists!

And the later time gets,
To correct what misfits...
Minds will find they are addicted,
To whatever it is that keeps them unfit.

Fed to self indulge.
Spend and waste.
Whatever it takes,
To participate.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You DON'T Have To Accept It For What It Is

See it the way you want to.
Call it what you wish.
Hop on one leg and do backflips.

Bling, trinkets and obsession with possessions,
Have changed in purpose and value.
Overnight this has happened.

And if you are the type that clings,
To the ways of yesterday...
It is going to be especially difficult for you to see,
A reality you have never embraced...
As it had been,
Rapidly change its significance...
In the minds of those who accepted it,
To have moved on to a higher consciousness.

Leaving you permanently cemented like so many,
In a concrete state of disbelief!
And whatever that belief was or had been...
Whichever way you want to put it,
Does not exist!

And you DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
And this 'may' bring you 'some' relief,
As you stubbornly face the days ahead.
You 'DON'T have to accept it,
For what it is.
You never have.
So...
What difference does it make 'now'?

Suggestion?
Do what you normally do.
Ignore the facts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Was Given Away

What was given away,
Is now desired back.
And those who now posess what was given...
Can not be blamed for laughing at that.

And those who are making demands,
On borrowed time and funds...
Protest amongst themselves,
With regrets that upset...
That one freshly elected,
Is the culprit that did this to everyone.

As if their greed did not exist.
And the one who sits high in leadership,
Intentionally knew before he arrived...
He was expected to keep their fantasies alive.

With a keeping of a sparkling credit history,
Unaffected as the people continued to feed...
Owing those now closing their pockets.
Who question...
Not anyone's ability to label themselves 'great'.
But payments that are due, unpaid or even coming in late.

And yet,
Requests still pour in to those that lend...
To cover what to them,
Was not a gift to dismiss but a loan.

And...
Alone and distanced,
Are those attempting to infuse in the proceedings...
Any remnants of common sense.
Since it seems,
As though the greeding of those who feed,
Have long been detached from it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If your sexual fantasies were truly of interest to others, they would no longer be fantasies.

quote by Fran Lebowitz
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Waste of Sentiments

Your fantasies are deluded,
With intent.
To see them produce,
May be what is meant.

But that means an initiative.
Something from you yet sent.
And until that happens,
Your fantasies are what they are.
Just a waste of sentiments.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Awareness, Now!

awareness...
walking in awareness,
breathing in awareness,

giving in awareness,
touching in awareness,
listening in awareness,

doing in awareness,
speaking in awareness,
living in awareness....

awareness,
......now!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Suspect

I suspect...
You are the only one who knows,
What you are doing.
And I suspect,
You also choose the way you feel,
When this you do.
Whether that color is bright,
Sunny and yellow mellow.
Or royal blue to appear as you do,
In the dumps with clouds gray...
That appear to be near you to subdue.

I suspect...
Any cheerfulness you get,
Comes from your chasing of rainbows.
After your eyes have dropped rain...
From many tears you've wept.
With no bucket of gold,
At the end of those chased rainbows.

I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade...
With a showering done,
Of a negligence you wish to pour on me.
And this I will not accept,
To be in a darkened blackness on bended knees.
Not me!
You wont find me trying to please your disrespect.

I'm on the go and I am green.
Keeping my mind opened,
To experience refreshing beneficial scenes.
Romancing an agony?
You will not find yourself doing that here with me.

I suspect...
There is a controlling of me you wish to do.
In a closeness together...
I will not allow us to get.
Or you attempt to pursue.

And I suspect you have a selfishness.
Since only those things you wish to do...
Disregards what my wishes are with much disrespect.
Yes.
I've noticed that about you too.

And I suspect...
The happiness I have chosen,
Makes you quite upset.
Because I wont let you,
Lead my parade to redirect.

And I suspect,
You are afraid...
I don't need you to make my decisions.
And this you are correct.
I wont live a negativity...
As you do at your best.

I suspect...
You don't know me,
As well as you think you do.

I suspect you believed,
For you I'd be a fool.
Why should I want that kind of life with you?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unquestioned Madness

An escape route from reality has been discovered.
Those cherishing their delusions,
Have come to sigh a breath of relief.
A last minute effort to smother them with truth...
Was discovered to be too cruel.
Too much of it on them released!
And too traumatic an event...
Causing the advent of a massive anxiety,
Carefully prevented.

'Sales revenue and holiday shoppers,
Must be protected!
They must not suspect...
A way of life lived is not accepted.
Shower them with Christmas scents,
And gifts to pick throughout all seasons.'

Fantasies have been extended...
With unlimited pretensions granted for all.
Accountability has been dismissed!
With permissions of accusations,
To inflict those innocent...
With encouragment.
And to become less appalled,
By those left in gutters crawling.

'Free coupons and rebates?
A momentary payoff for those being ripped off!
But kept flooded with delusions! '

This is the bliss that is wished by those sick!
And raising their voices to insist a boasting lift to this,
Unquestioned madness existing.
Is a quality of life needed,
To feed addictions to defend!
And nothing on Earth will keep their beliefs from them!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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