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Traumatized By Too Much Reality

The one thing that can be said...
About those who are traumatized,
By too much reality faced on a daily basis!
Is this...
They will always find others to help protect them,
And their delusions.
While depicting those who speak truth comfortably,
As vicious and mean.
And insensitive to the ones,
Who disrespect honesty...
With embellished acceptable lies.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Options of Deceit

I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.

And what I discovered about truth...
Had me dilute those delusions,
Until I was able to let them go completely.

I did not know truth and honesty...
Were not options of deceit?
Did you?

I believed deceit was used,
To protect those afraid to be too honest.
And I had heard that truth hurts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Truth Is Faced

Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.

The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.

The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!

Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.

Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.

'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elated To Have Been Distanced

From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?

And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.

From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped Satisfaction

When people thoughtlessly,
Trash their own streets.
And speak from mouths filled,
With garbage...
I don't want to know or wish to discover,
'Where' their minds are at!

Nor do I desire to know 'why'...
They are socially dysfunctional.
These images were purposely invented.
Too many have latched onto a batch of lies.

If this is the life they have chosen to live...
'Some thing' or someone,
Much more influential than me...
Created a reality for them,
They have found acceptable...
To neglect AND defend as if treasured.

I am just grateful to be blessed,
My treasure chest...
Is not packed with that kind of trapped satisfaction.
Or bestowed with delusions I could not undo.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Witnessing II

Honesty is the essential problem of all abused children.

First we must determine what the reality around us is,
defining with eyes unclouded by other people's wants and needs.

They we must learn unremitting honesty with ourselves.

The temptation will be to bend the truth here,
because it's more convenient,
because no one gets upset,
because we wish to please;
or tell partial truths there; misguided altruism,
wanting to protect someone else's feelings.

No matter how hard we work to speak the truth,
there will always be other old, abused children,
crying out to us to keep the secrets,
and other old abusers,
demanding the complicity of our silence.

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None Of It Desired Is Left To Protect

Use every element possible within your reach,
At your leisure.
Find it necessary to block the onslaught,
Of exposing attacks...
Upon a reality thought solid of unending facts.
Conditioned with beliefs kept as your secret weapon.

Keep them trapped,
And locked away in an unchanging mind...
As memories to discuss in debate,
With someone you would love to berate...
To find their theories of bigotry and hatred outdated.

One day you will awaken to discover the waste.
And your time spent dwindling,
Clinging onto delusions that are being removed,
From truth.
That same truth you used and filled,
With surrounding smoked screened fantasies...
Easily produced.

That very same truth,
You accused others you shamed and defamed...
Like so many who are now on the pursuit of sanity.
And anything that remotely expresses it!
Don't be surprised if lies you have kept sheltered.
With a wish to dissolve them from your existence....
Are very much alive and kept within your daily touch.

Remember this...
You fought to keep them,
Just the way they are.
And erasing them from your sight overnight,
Is going to be a challenge to regain and sustain...
Whatever you maintain is normalcy and correctness.
Since none of it desired is left to protect.
Not the way you suspect it should be!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Selected Beliefs

Put into its right perspective...
An honesty that is and maintained.
This kind of perspective...
Isn't going to be accepted,
In a society basically fed...
On a diet of delusions.

Let's face it!
Honesty is not the thing,
People receive readily.
Nor regularly!
And for many,
Honesty is traumatic and fear producing.
Honesty chases truth away.

Truth offends.
Who doesn't know that?

Now,
With a little bit of sugar...
Some animation,
And an adult speaking in a child's voice...
Deceit, being discreet and kept secrets,
Are priorities kept and practiced.
And...
Will sustain one's selected beliefs,
Those chosen to become tradition...
For lifetimes of celebrated mystique.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(The) Bigger Lie

Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!

The entire system created,
Has been built on them.
Where has the honesty ever thrived...
When even the churches,
Are dens of sins!

Integrity seems to be known by those ostracized.
Those who speak with a truthfulness,
Who are character assassinated...
And dragged through the mud,
Despised.

A society that is witnessed falling apart...
Tries hard to masquerade its decadence.
By criminalizing petty offenses...
Of those who privately smoke their dope,
And munch on candy bars!

Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!

As a quality of life once respected and lived...
Means absolutely nothing,
To those who witness the BS!
And identify the BS for what that BS really is!
But not distant enough to keep away the smell of it.
Or stop from thinking of it...
As a bunch of ssshhhenanigans dropped and done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bucket Duties

It amazes.
The power of denial.
Some would rather dump buckets of it,
Away on a daily basis.
Than to confront its origin.

Instead,
There are conferences held....
For the purposes to debate,
The longevity of reality.
And how best it can be combated.
To defend the prolonging of delusions.

As utterances of a guaranteed victory,
Is leaked.
To calm the nerves of those,
In between their bucket duties.
And assignments to find fresh excuses.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Which They Receive No Substance

How do I feel,
About the escalating disrespect...
Shown to me?
And the pride I have taken,
In priding my identity?

That is a very good question.
And I am glad you asked it of me.

First and foremost...
I am not the one to be traumatized,
By an awakening...
To realize my entire existence,
Has been a hoax!

And that is why I stride with a dignity.
Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
And my consciousness,
Has never been sold to be stripped away from it.

Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
Others may be here to make excuses for themselves.
And...
Out of mind and feeling out of place to escape from fates.

So unfortunate are the ones who have been 'hoaxed' to live...
Their lives they do not value.
And support themselves...
On a faith that is replaced on a daily basis,
From which they receive no substance.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Natural Knack Chosen

It has been my biggest mistake made to date.
Proving that honesty spoken and faced,
Is better than having the telling of lies...
To chase me for the rest of my life.

I have learned today,
So many prefer the telling of lies.
And have come to despise those,
Who seem to have a natural knack chosen...
In the poking of holes that masquerade kept delusions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finding Truth

They say that everyone lies
It is said that everyone will hurt you
They say honesty is the best policy
But what happens when we find the truth?

What if we find something we don't want to?
What if we find our life has been a lie?
What if we find all we ever worked for was for nothing?
What happens when we find the truth?

Is it possible to find truth within a person?
Can one person bring light into your world?
Can that one person make everything right?
Can finding that one person be like finding truth?

If it is possible then i believe i found truth
Truth to my life
Truth to everything i've searched for
Truth for the rest of my life.

The lies are over
My life complete
Truth to who i am
Which is all i ever wanted to know...to know just who i am.

This is dedicated to my g/f Gini, i love her so much.

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Truth Has Come To Stay

Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
Realities must be faced.
Time no longer awaits,
For decisions to be made...
After wasteful debates.

Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
An honesty arrives and will be felt.
Whether on knees,
Or with a tightening of a belt...
Truth has come to stay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truthified

It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a tremendous part,
Of our ever growing bout with reality!
People would believe anything
They were told.
A cure for anything
Would be sold on TV.
Accountability?
It wouldn't exist at all!
Disrespect would be accepted.
A diminished mindset...
With a decreased quality of life,
Would prevail!
And lies?
Well...
It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a huge part
Of reality!
There seems to be an overflow of it!
And you know what 'they' say...
About having too much of a good thing?
It just seems 'too' good to be true!
We've been 'truthified'.
And even denial has achieved glouting status!

'Are you being sarcastic? '

Who me?
NEVER!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Is Which

> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>

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A Fact of Life

To say a thing and doing it is good;
To do a thing: keep telling it, is bad;
To mince one’s words and speak big lies is worst!
To talk one’s heart out does not suit this world.

Some think something and talk a different thing;
Some say something and do things opposite;
A few talk truth, no matter what it costs;
The liar gets accolades for long time!

Yet, human beings ought to be quite frank;
One lie will lead to bigger lies in life;
One has to be dependable most times;
Nothing can progress without talking truth.

’Tis tough to speak the truth always in life;
But talking lies is habit-forming soon;
Accountable is man to God some day!
’Tis better therefore to always speak truth.

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With Wishes To Provoke and Defame

A history kept that has been embellished,
And exaggerated when told...
Eventually weakens a diminishing society,
By those who choose to battle to keep...
Comforts and customs unravelling,
From delusions fed to reveal an absence...
Of substance.

And depleted they are of an integrity...
That fears an unbeatable truth that pursues,
With brutal reality.

'You speak as if you are not part of this? '

I am just an observer.
Like many with abilities,
Depicted and ignored as insignificant.
And from where I stand...
There has been some benefit,
To being considered invisible.

Although, periodically, I am found to blame,
By those with wishes to provoke and defame...
Contibutions made but stolen by those who claim,
Them as their own.

Idiotic and dangerous are those unconscious actions taken!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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