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Undecided

The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!

Reality should remove conditions for debate.
It would seem to aid those in doubt.
With little to figure out.

But many refuse to see...
What 'is' for what it 'is'.
As they seek confirmation,
For their delusions kept!

And that is why so many are left,
To choose the more painless side of life.
While wishing to live it to remain undecided.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose to Live Life

IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.

It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.

Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.

Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.

Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.

Choose to live your life.

IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.

Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!

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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Choose a Removal of Delusions

If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
Eliminate,
The pacing!
And do,
What it takes.

It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions.

It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions,
Of the one that runs.

Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.

Just sit back,
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.

Relax and...
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.

If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
Eliminate,
The pacing!
And do,
What it takes.

It takes reflection,
Done.
It takes reflection to overcome.
It takes reflection,
Done...
To remove delusions.

Relax and...
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions.
Sit back.
Choose a removal of delusions and include,
A completion of truth you do.

Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.
Include a completion of truth you do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Refuse

Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
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Accompanied by a Wishful Vigor

By the time I was twenty-one years old,
I had served in the military.
Married and had a child.
Even I am amazed my clarity is unphased.
Or crazed by experiences.

That seems like lifetimes ago today.
Since between that time and now,
Those who are much younger than I am...
Are physically and mentally out of shape.

So glad I am I have finished several races.
With an acknowledgement I have made mistakes.
Met truth.
And stay away from delusions.
Doing that was difficult to do.

So many I knew,
Are 'still' undecided...
As to whose life to live.
And which races to enter to begin.
To BEGIN!
Can you imagine?

When I hear some of them mention retirement,
I wonder from what?
How can one retire,
From uninspiring routines?
And to do what next?
A shifting of a butt to remain in a similar scene?

Thank God I chose to specialize in the living of my life.
And not pretend a crawling on my knees done publicly,
Was not embarrassing.
It was.
But the recovery?
Introduced me to a peace of mind and happiness,
I can not replace by faking it.

I have finished several races!
And I was 'thisclose' on giving up on a few.
You know...
Making those easy excuses for myself.
Like many choose to do,
To prove they can successfully procrastinate.

And,
With an embellished zest.
Accompanied by a wishful vigor.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Sugar Plum Fairies

You can not be seriously surprised,
That they are seeking someone offering...
A more sweetened outlook of life to live,
Over one who that depicts a picture of it...
With a determination,
To remove them from a process...
That has left them mentally and physically sick.
As a direct result of their delusions?
And they have a preference for this?

I know it is difficult.
But let's get serious!

Who are the few continuing to benefit?
And what device is used to keep those following,
With such an addiction to keep feeding on this...
Revolving nonsense?

And to where have those with a consciousness,
Been chased away to get away from all of it?
If ever there was a need for those with minds of clarity,
That need for them to speak up...
Is NOW!
With a hopeful forgiveness given from them granted.

'But...
What about reprisals? '

REPRISALS?
From who?

What part of devastation have you yet to witness?
What beliefs do you keep have you not seen as false?
Wake up!
Those sugar plum fairies have been lowered as a preference,
On everyone's Christmas list with a 'tripping' to get a loan.
Very few are left to brag about their good credit ratings.
And the safest place to stay today,
Is in a foreclosed home!

You can not be seriously surprised,
That they are seeking someone offering...
A more sweetened outlook of life to live,
Over one who that depicts a picture of it...
With a determination,
To remove them from a process...
That has left them mentally and physically sick.
As a direct result of their delusions?
And they have a preference for this?

Comeon!
I know it is difficult.
But let's get serious!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From An Eye to Mind Point of View

Little of my life is spent,
Living it by 'quotations'.
Researched to uncover...
Someone 'selected'
To have respected 'intelligence'.

Observation...
And personal experience,
Has been a 'teaching' process...
Of my valued learning.
As I yearn to adventure more.

Exploring life,
From an eye to mind point of view.
That delivers from outside...
My insight that becomes assisted,
By this accepted invitation...
I am not so quick to dismiss as lived.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Preferring to Align Yourself With Routine

Remember...
Truth is not what you decide it is.
If you are suffering from the acknowledgement of it...
And can not free yourself from an assortment of beliefs,
There is nothing about truth you will accept.

Even if God answered your prayers...
You would still be in denial.
Preferring to align yourself with routine.
And not a deliverance with concrete meaning.
That would be too much reality!
Wouldn't it?

You could not live without relying upon delusions.
Or an embellishment of your activities.
You've become accustomed to structure,
And dictation.
With a place to hide where you can go lie to yourself.
Concealed in neurotic freedoms.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By Choice

Whether or not I am eligible,
To live a life I see fit...
Under my fixed,
And budgeted circumstances...
Should not offend your sensibilities.
Especially 'if' I choose to ignore your opioniated comments,
Completely.

If nothing else,
There 'is' one thing I've earned...
With a learning that is essential.
And that's an ability to remove you from my consciousness,
At 'will'.
And out of my sight,
By choice.
With the greatest of ease.
Aging is a remarkable process, indeed!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only To Go Deeper In Unaided

One who wades in the shallow waters of immaturity...
And has expectations to be given a life preserver,
Thrown to them each time they have a fear to live life.
And hoping someone will assist them each step of the way,
While they remain young and youthful in their minds.
Will find that those who have matured and gotten older,
Have already experienced more than they would like to admit...
After already stepping into waters way over their heads.
With an acknowledgement of what it is like to do this,
Without the aid of assistance.
And having come close to drowning.
Only to go deeper in unaided which develops their wisdom.
To leave them with something of a benefit,
For them that has been earned by the process of learning...
With just their faith and a daring to do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gifted with Choices to Choose

Were you not...
Gifted with choices to choose.
And were you not...
Given what it is to refuse.
Were you not...
Happy.
Were you not...
Pleased,
To receive.

Were you not...
Doubting what it is you should do.
Were you not...
Undecided too.
And were you not...
A bit conflicted.
As you sat to give more time to reminisce.

You have a voice.
Did you use it or abuse it.
Did you voice,
Your objectives.
Or did you just complain and whine...
As you left those reasons you found behind.

Were you not...
Gifted with choices to choose.
And were you not...
Given what it is to refuse.
Were you not...
Happy.
Were you not...
Pleased,
To receive.

Like many who take for granted,
The air they breathe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learning to Live My Life

Does that apparatus,
Provide you with a sense of status?
Does the way someone dress,
Immediately impresses you...
To provide that 'image'
You may choose or refuse to select?
With a hope for a beginning,
Of a thirst that does not finish...
From its first taste.
Wishing it not to ever be quenched!

To discover this for you becomes a preferred routine...
Only to get bored with the same familiar scene?
Me too!

However...
I did awaken one day refusing to do,
The expected.
And rejecting to become accepted,
On someone else's terms!
Learning to live my life,
Free to be me.
And finding it cost effective...
With no approval to be earned!
Or emotions left to pamper,
When they've been scorched...
And wounded from a burn!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easier to Accept

As painful as this experience may be...
For some.
There is nothing like having it come,
Unannounced!
If preparations were made...
Decisions to change it,
Would have prevented a growth process.
And not one person came to this life,
Without causing someone pain.
To eventually gain 'something' from it!
Some kind of a learning process occurred.
Unless they were unconscious?
And that might explain,
Why so many choose to remain medicated.
It is easier to accept something,
When it is not personally felt!
Or mandated as someone else's sacrifice.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Introduction of Truth

They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!

A valued lifestyle for them has ended.
A blocking of delusions,
From them has been suspended.
The 'rumors' of truth has affected their minds.
They wish to pursue a tranquil existence.
And leave the 'presentation'
Of this 'interpretation' of such a rawness...
Behind.

It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
This introduction of truth...
They did not select or choose!

They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!

And afraid they are...
Of what comes next,
To knock on their doors.

So they peek to see...
Even in 'safe' neighborhoods,
They've lost their ability...
To secure a safety with stability.

It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
And they wish for some relief...
That would enhance their fading beliefs.
But none comes and they become stunned!
And left to defend...
In a civil unrest for them that begins!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brimming to the Rim In Denial

Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
That can not be erased,
As seen.
No matter who declares,
What 'is' or is not obscene.
Truth is not another version of deceit.
To be interpreted to inspire a life of delusions.
And delusions have never strengthened reality!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refuse!

i refuse
to accept the lie
anymore!

i know, beyond a doubt,
that all people are equal,
regardless of color, gender,

religion, financial status, or
political beliefs!
i refuse to believe

that i am all right,
when someone else
is hungry, homeless, or hurting.

i refuse to believe
that i am not responsible,
for i am most responsible

when i turn away!
i refuse to believe
that one person's success

can come at the expense of another!
i refuse to settle!
i choose life, and life means living...

involved!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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In Effigy

Life no longer lacks meaning. We are surrounded by it.
We are engorged by reality, by understanding—
So much so that we as a species refuse to admit
That the truth as we know it is constantly demanding.
Day by day, our paradigms are in flux and expanding,
Forcing us to abolish our previous traditions.
All our empathy and intelligence notwithstanding,
We challenge the truisms of the human condition.
We need to renegotiate our prior positions,
Dismantling the wisdoms that we held in effigy.
Yet, despite our progresses, we thrive through our suspicions,
Afraid to embrace or disregard our identity.
We choose to live by process of social obfuscation
Rather than through the clarity of elucidation.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Refuse To Be Muted

Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.

Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Do choose.
Decide to be better than that.
Do choose.
Unstrap from shackles that trap.
You are much more than that.
Put some heat under your feet...
Know your destiny is yours,
To meet and greet.

Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Know you're better than that!
Refused to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!

Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.

Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted.

Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!

Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
And, select your steps.
Reach and seek the best.

Do choose!
And refuse to be muted.
Confused and disputed,
To choose!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undetected

The only thing left mysteriously kept,
By those denying they hide from truth...
Is what part of it do they believe,
They perceive goes undetected?

And who can be fooled,
Once being introduced to truth...
Will not suspect they have been deceived,
With a blinding of charm and flattery received.

What else revealed to eyes wide open,
With those choosing to conceal...
An obviousness as leaves on Oak or Maple trees?

What else is 'real' or not,
To those wishing to keep accepted reality blocked?
And their delusions ripened and fresh,
Yet protected from those who object.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regression Is the Term

Recession?
How about complete retreat,
From telling lies and deception?
Truth?
There is nothing like it!
However...
How is that introduced?
When none of that has ever been exposed!
Who will believe it?
When minds have been overdosed,
And eyes once shown...
Prefer to stay shut and closed!
Recession?
When something has been squeezed,
With nothing else from it to be released?
Regression is the term,
With a valued lesson from it to be learned.
And a life once lived to feed one's greed...
Shall never back to that kind of life
Will one return!
And that has been the diagnosis!
Accept it or not!
Delusions will still remain the choice,
If one should decide on getting a second opinion!
Or a third.
Or perhaps a fourth!
The truth comes without options.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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