Trivial Manipulations
Trivial manipulations,
Harvested to manifest quick solutions...
With the same recipe and ingredients involved,
Has ceased to make sense!
At least for those in observation,
Witnessing familiar results being produced...
With shallow interpretations of sincerety.
And the pledge of a society,
To maintain a direction already clouding in darkness.
'Comeon'...
What is not obvious about this by now?
What minds have been shielded from this process?
Consciousness has been reduced,
To worthless visuals to tease sensuous pleasures.
At the cost of an overburdened penal system.
To keep a weakened people imprisoned,
Within their own temptations.
'You want another 'hit' of this? '
Restricted by standards and qualities of life,
That do not exist.
Not in one's 'sight' that is.
And yet indignities are shared...
As if one bag of popcorn is passed amongst a crowd.
Entertained by their own degradation!
And total absence of awareness.
But kept 'high'...
To keep remnants of reality,
Easier to dismiss.
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Thought And Intelligence
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
A society debating the importance of education...
But not employing the effects of prioritizing its benefits,
Leaves those with high expectations conflicted and confused.
Especially when those who express thought and intelligence,
Are mentally abused and 'accused' of 'thinking' they are 'smart'.
In fact,
There are more people encouraging the act of cheating today...
Just to prove being competent does not require common sense.
Not if the goal is to be seen as successful with abilities to impress.
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
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Familiar With the Routine of It
People who inflict pain on others,
Do not feel the intensity of it.
But they are quick to seek
A forgetting in one's forgiveness.
And relying upon that happening...
To ease the guilt of their transgressions.
They have become too familiar with the routine of it.
And the sincerety has long been missing from their eyes!
Why do they wonder in surprise...
That a peace of mind as described,
Has never been their experience?
Nor comes to comfort them in their darkness!
Something that eludes them.
This 'peace' rumored to exist in minds!
They can not pay for it...
Even if they wished!
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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Our subconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes and cannot tell the difference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What we continually think about eventually will manifest in our lives. Unfortunately most of us are completely unaware of this fact and we do not monitor our thoughts with the care needed so that we can create in our lives the results we say we want. Since the great majority of people do not feel worthy and deserving of abundant good fortune, radiant good health and total success in all areas of their lives that overriding thought pattern controls the results people get. The first order of business of anyone who wants to enjoy success in all areas of his
her life is to take charge of the internal dialogue they have and only think, say and behavior in a manner consistent with the results they truly desire.
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Entertained With Ideals to Match
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Those who have dealt with the reality of things...
Have seemed the most disrespected,
For professing the obvious.
While those deluded,
Have always been detached.
Preferring to be entertained with ideals to match.
The mavericks and the nonconformists,
Have long lived lives referred to as fools.
And few of them seem saddened...
To have been separated with a peace of mind,
For them that soothes.
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Although I do wish,
They someday will find solutions...
For their mental conflicts!
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Grinding Slowly
I will never understand...
A mind closed off,
And afraid of challenges.
One that accepts,
And sees life the way it is!
Even though the way it is,
Shouldn't be that way at all.
If a point of view introduced...
Is not what the 'crowd' selects?
Mindsets become trapped.
And a growth becomes stalled.
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I wish I could remove deceptions,
From the eyes and minds of some.
They could influence those they knew...
Of a consciousness,
With a higher awareness that comes to everyone!
They would understand mankind can demand,
An ending to things by taking a stand!
But a conformity that has been fed on greed...
Only breeds on selfishness that is held in one's hand!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I will never understand...
A mind closed off,
And afraid of challenges.
One that accepts,
And sees life the way it is!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I wish I could remove deceptions,
From the eyes and minds of some.
They could influence those they knew...
Of a consciousness,
With a higher awareness that comes to everyone!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
Grinding slowly,
To...a...fall!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Addicted Feeding of Spoiled Greed
Change for many is unbearable.
It is feared.
A life known lived,
In accepted stagnation...
With those corrupted leading the degradation,
Is familiar and preferred.
A slower decline into devastation...
For those who distrust truth,
Is heard and followed until this is allowed,
And occurs within the minds of those 'conservative'.
With delusions again winning like a surging herd,
Over common sense entrapped without defense.
People miss and hunger for...
Their sweetened fantasies.
Although it has been stated more and more,
The economy can no longer support,
This addicted feeding of spoiled greed...
That has depleted all vision of demanding sensibilities.
Who are the 'centrists' against 'liberalists'?
With their wishes...
For a return to cobbled streets!
And a dimming of consciousness.
Wanting more to be free to live selfishly!
Even if it means to do it in total darkness.
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Relevant It Isn't
The cost of living
Getting out of reach.
The English language,
Taught in schools...
Becoming overruled,
As not the only language to be used.
Outsourcing now is an acronym for loss.
While those on foreign shores,
Rule as the new boss.
Relevant it isn't!
Not to those blind to this.
Values once upheld and shared.
Standards of life disrespected and bared.
Crime and corruption now seduces like a treat.
And welcomed like a lost friend,
Eager to meet on urban streets.
Relevant it isn't.
Not to those blind to this.
Trapped in racist sentiments.
Mindlessness connecting this.
A consciousness limited to selfishness!
Self examinations go dismissed.
A finger pointing is quick to lift.
Relevant it isn't.
Not to those blind to this!
Politics dropping lives like flies.
Using alibis to deny a truth that hides.
And whose interests are left in the banks to dry?
Relevant it isn't.
Not to those blind to this!
But to those demystisfied...
Can not cry enough teardrops,
From their swollen eyes!
It's the pitifulness of it,
They wish can be admitted with this weeping!
Dripping like rain...
But gaining little attention,
From those drugged and entertained
By their own self importance.
And 'that' to them,
Is the only relevance that makes sense.
And even that has weakened in priority.
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What are you teaching truth or propaganda?
Smoke clouding the sanity
Sounds twisting the morality
Of the hopeful minds
Of the altering youth
The youth
That is taught to hate
Taught to believe what you tell them
Taught that difference is incorrect
That being unique is a curse
Yes we not taught racism
Or sexism or even nationalism
But we are taught that we are the same
That we in actual fact are not equal
We are taught through hierarchy
We are taught that some are higher and lower
Taught that we are wrong unless supported
You twist our minds with scores
You teach us with systems
Of merits demerits
Money and career placement
How can you judge character on a paper
How can you know what lies beneath
When it is written in a 2d image
How can you know that it's from the heart?
Would you ever understand?
That life is experience
Not observation and documents
Anyone can exist on paper
But what about in reality
What do you consider reality?
Numbers typed in a computer
That you are only worth what you offer
No reality is
That there is no right or wrong
That life is cruel
That the only way to survive
Is through the system
That in factual truth we are all equal
That there is no black or white
Only grey.
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Keeping Faith In Hollow Concepts
Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.
If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.
When I realized Santa Claus did not exist...
I went ballistic!
The Easter Bunny, Minnie and Mickey Mouse
And a host of my childhood allies...
Were erased from me,
When I began to age with understanding I then refused!
Sometimes I wake up in cold sweats,
Thinking of the death of them.
And how I was challenged to move on with my life!
Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.
Religions, deities and their myths?
I am not going to touch that with a ten foot pole!
I'll just say the marketing has left tremendous debts,
Of mental casualties!
Wherever these beliefs are currently at war!
One has only to connect the dots to observe the damage!
If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in hollow concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.
And those who know these things...
Are freer to live their lives,
With a broader sense of self.
Without fears to manifest and share.
Once an awareness stretches to introduce,
A higher consciousness induced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From You This Is Kept Secret
The dollar bill is worthless.
Why are you the last one,
On Earth to know this?
Why are you protected,
By such obvious lies?
And the truth comes as pain,
And kept from it...
There's nothing left for you to gain.
Is it because your fantasies are enforced?
And your delusions are encouraged...
To delay this course of certain divorce?
Hoping addictions aided and supplied...
Will cushion the fall of every belief you hold,
Although they are going to crumble and soon die!
Everyone who sees this is real and comes...
Wonder why,
This truth stares!
And you are prepared from it to run,
Stunned!
It is over and done.
But from you this is kept secret!
From you this truth is denied!
Why?
Even your racists antics fed,
Will not dry a tear you cry!
Or soften the blows of increased,
But weakened alibis.
And this is being watched,
By those with opened eyes...
Who see you are quick to self destruct,
With standards and values sinking you deeper...
Into a darkened hole that sucks you up!
While you are determined,
To save your exposed and naked butt!
Perhaps one reason you have not been told...
Is to keep your point of view,
Believing you are powerful, valiant and bold!
And if that wasn't done...
There would be no reason,
To feed you fears of enemies...
To overpower with pretense,
With a sense of hollow victories!
And shallow accomplishments won!
'How long is this...
Slow withdrawal going to exist? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Get Too Cocky
How shallow do I think you are?
That's not fair.
Comeon.
I've never said that about you.
All I said was...
Why would a people destroy themselves,
To inflict an empty and hollow ego...
Upon others to believe!
That was not a reference to you.
Even though I've seen you do some very stupid things...
You have yet come to me face to face,
Trying to convince me of your greatness.
Especially when I have been behind the scenes,
Doing all of the work...
You do not have the competence to do!
And both of us know that's true.
You do the visuals.
And I supply the brain and leg work
So...
Comeon.
As long as you and I know what's happening here...
Let others say what they want.
But I will offer this as a suggestion...
Don't get too cocky!
I don't want to spoil it...
For either one of us.
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The Road We Travel
We all have our varying points of views.
Upon the onset of choosing our paths.
And eventually,
Those experiences we have...
Teaches us,
To become less judgemental of others.
With an acceptance and insight,
Of everyone's individual rights...
To live their own lives,
In ways we may not like upon sight.
With less attempts to implement our own values.
Although this is hard to do.
Especially when the direction of those views,
Have been critically enforced upon our 'different' visions.
And...
Hopefully,
Learning...
As we age and self reflect upon the process of life,
That the road we travel...
From wherever the route that leads us to it,
Confusing and sometimes baffling...
Narrows with a broader sense of comprehension.
With a willing to listen and not predict.
And we become more understanding,
With an empathy easier given that's quick...
To those decisions people make for themselves.
Realizing mistakes made to recover from them,
Is a part of life that becomes more and more familiar.
To discover the similarites of this journey we have taken.
With a freeing of a feeling,
To be more exposed amongst those who know.
And caring less,
Who has yet to arrive.
Knowing one day they will.
Just as those who made it did.
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Much More
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Unconditional is that love that lifts,
From minds not pre-occupied with it!
Or fantasized to pleasure and tease.
As something on a list,
Required as a prerequisite!
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Expectations and preferences,
Finds one living life with regrets and disappointments.
Dismissing one's looks,
As a book unread...
Yet accepting a physicality,
Without chemistry...
Delivers a reality!
How much more
Can a love be loved,
When that love that is given...
Is like none other?
How much time
Should one wait to find,
A love to discover...
That one is not restricted with
To exist within limits someone inflicts.
Or deal with a second hand romance...
Taking a chance,
That whatever isn't there...
May with time be forced to fit!
How much more,
Can one put up with this?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adopted Posterings
You may say you are an advocate,
To eliminate every crumb of unhappiness I feel.
You may claim from behind podiums,
From a platform that campaigns for solutions.
You may even roll up your sleeves,
To let the sweat on your arms gleam in the Sun.
With your travels done,
To and from every homeless shelter across the country...
Showing images of you with a bowl of soup,
In the center of attentive people reduced to poverty.
But I am willing to bet,
Your need for media exposure and the selling of books...
To keep your pockets free to fill with uncountable riches,
Will never desire a wish to exchange your lifestyle...
With that of many people living in urban blight,
For all of your 'adopted' posterings...
That proclaim to have tremendous empathy and love,
For those enforced to live...
In substandard conditions and situations.
That has never happened before.
And you do not need an entourage of devotees,
With leaflets, flyers and banners...
Emblazened with your image,
As someone's savior.
If a sincerety was inside of your heart,
It would not appear on every TV channel...
This time of the year.
If a sincerety was inside of your heart,
You'd be amongst those people...
You'd like to uplift with a greater sense of life,
On a daily basis.
To know what it takes to tolerate,
People like yourself...
Who use others to increase their own way of life,
Solely for the purposes to highlight their own advantage.
You may say you are an advocate,
To eliminate every crumb of unhappiness I feel.
You may claim from behind podiums,
From a platform that campaigns for solutions.
You may even roll up your sleeves,
To let the sweat on your arms gleam in the Sun.
But nothing you have done,
Will ever show...
You have a total commitment to embrace equality.
You might lose a few jewels if you did!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innovators that Supply the Real Juice
To no one's surprise,
The 'fly-by-nights' regurgitate...
For notoriety purposes that is plagiarized.
Believing what they add to discovery is originality.
And none of it from them can be produced.
Not from minds with eyes probing to redefine,
The invention of the wheel.
With a reducing of innovators that supply the real juice,
Quite noticeable from an absence of a certain delivery...
With something that identifies a style with bite.
This taste is gone.
Like the removal of salt and butter...
From anticipated fresh and heated popcorn.
And this is an obvious omission,
Diluted by those chipping away...
With a hope to experience their names up in neon.
At someone else's labored expense and creativity.
But they get away with it,
Since mediocrity sells and quicker to release...
From a mind using thought as a process to steal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Born To First Recognize Truth
If people were born and conditioned,
To familiarize themselves with the telling of the truth...
Less conflicts would be introduced.
More people would express respect.
Less hospitals would be produced.
And more resources would be shared...
With everyone everywhere experiencing happiness,
Instead of buying into a marketing of despair.
If more people were born to be made aware,
Of their true identities and leaving few to care...
Why some have to lie to hide their insecurities,
To mask a superiority over others.
IF...
People were born not to fear what 'is'.
So much pain today suffered would be reduced.
And none of this 'created' reality would exist,
IF...
People soon after birth were told first about truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All That Is Regarded Foolishness
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
Not many are fortunate to survive,
Through life threatening diseases.
To then step aside with their eyes open wide,
With a freeing of themselves from insecurities left...
Hidden deep inside to confront and rid.
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
But when that moment in time comes,
An accepting of one's flaws and blemishes are done.
With a leaving behind trivial nonsense.
And all that is regarded as foolishness,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Yesterday and those mistakes made,
And all that is regarded as foolishness...
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Wishing for excuses and alibis to create,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
And all that is regarded as foolishness disappears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without the Presence of Comprehension
With pen in hand prepared to dictate,
The thoughts from my head...
To be arranged to breathe in reality.
Is easier to read and critique isn't it?
Of course this doesn't occur,
To anyone making a quick assessment.
However...
The process isn't that simple.
A selection takes place,
Before someone decides...
A judgement will be passed.
Although,
They will criticize with the same absence,
Of perception and depth.
And without the presence of comprehension.
With a misunderstanding that it was creativity,
That had been part of the entire concept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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