Until All Itching Has Been Scratched From It
Truth and popularity do not mix.
In some minds this is an unfit relationship.
And suitable it is to be distanced quick.
Truth and popularity do not mix.
People confronted run and do not sit.
And finding it difficult to be seen near it.
And these are the ones who become upset,
By living lives reflecting their own negligence.
Hiding in denial and deluded by embellishments.
And these are the people who today regret,
Spending their last dime...
To make impressions others forget.
Since impressions themselves,
Leave nothing concrete meant.
Truth and popularity do not mix.
In some minds this is an unfit relationship.
And suitable it is to be distanced quick.
Like that which irritates...
Until all itching has been scratched from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularity and Truth
Do you honestly believe,
A truth is spoken to obtain one popularity?
Has grandma ever baked a cake you ate,
To exclaim it delicious...
But thought to hate it later,
Because the taste of it was that good?
And admitting to wanting another slice,
Was too embarrassing to say...
In the presence of others,
Who disliked grandma's directness.
And how that directness was displayed.
Popularity and truth,
Do not normally become a mixture...
One anticipates from a craving to satisfy.
These days people are afraid,
To approach a kitchen or know how hot,
An over can get to experience a staying away from it.
Popularity accompanied by truth,
Rarely gets any votes as a choice people prefer...
With thunderous applause and a cheering heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Food in store turns poison
I admired her for her popularity
I loved and married for her popularity.
More admirers came close to her
For the very popularity.
I killed her for the same popularity.
One crave for the best
And with it he is with out rest
31.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Popularity Had Is So Passé
A popularity had is so passé
Like a trasition from one fad to another,
That eventually goes away.
For some it is nice to be the one adored.
Until the reality of becoming a bore to ignore,
Hits one that faces a closing of a door.
A popularity had is so passé .
Here today...
And 'maybe' tomorrow.
But never coming for anyone,
To sit and visit with hints of it to stay.
Anything or anyone once given it,
Gives it up one day.
A popularity had is so passé.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One I Should Run Away From
If you want another like the other that you had,
I know I am not the one...
To keep you from a truth that's been done,
For fun.
Too serious am I to seek a fun,
That's done.
I am much too serious.
And if you think that people don't believe you are a fool,
You are too deluded...
And you think that I am stupid and dumb,
Not to see...
You will never be the one for me,
To see...
I see a true relationship.
I know now that you are...
One I should run away from.
You are...
One I should stay away from.
Yes you are...
Living just to want to have fun.
If you want another like the other that you had,
I know I am not the one...
To keep you from a truth that's been done,
Just for fun.
Since I'm much too serious,
And not the one who only wants fun...
Just for fun.
And doing nothing else to get done.
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Them...Selves
Those who have distanced 'themselves',
From the ones who spoke truth.
And embarrassed those distanced,
Who remain sustaining delusions...
About the lives they live.
And...
For 'who'?
Must feel today they are the ones,
That have been betrayed.
Afraid to be identified with 'them'!
When it is now 'them'...
Who have always been respected for who they are.
Them...
Selves!
With an identity,
They maintain and pride.
And have never tried to hide or lie,
The obvious!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sugar Coating The Wholesomeness Of It
How can anyone look at a tree...
And not notice the leaves on it?
It's done!
How can someone not acknowledge,
A greeting said to them heard?
It's done.
Or the disrespect spoken from the lips of children.
And a total breakdown of discipline!
That too is done!
Truth is there.
Available and free.
Perhaps the reason for it not being sought as much...
Or has the popularity that fantasy and delusion flaunts,
Is its attachment and close association with reality!
And many people use that as an excuse not to deal with it!
And today...
Facing truth and reality,
Is more difficult for many...
Than it is to get a child to eat vegetables.
Without sugar coating the wholesomeness of it!
Making it an accepted game to play.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Routines Refurbished
I 'use' to feel reluctant,
To speak the truth to those seduced...
By their own deluded foolishness.
Those who believed anything they do,
In their own defense...
Should not offend.
Even if lies told,
Protected them...
Within revealing embellishments.
But tired I became,
Being part of an audience.
And one seeking to be entertained.
By the same act sustaining without gain.
Especially when I heard my name connected...
To routines refurbished at my expense.
And to later discover,
How quick and cheap these acts were dispensed.
I had to stop finding,
Humor from such minds unwinding...
Slowly,
Detaching.
And clearly improvising sanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got to Notice...
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You may regret.Someone you've met.
Then get upset.
When they just turn, and walk away!
That's how it is today.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate with such rage....displayed.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You'll be hated anyway...
Today.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Each and every day.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
Snap or pop your fingers,
As you hip hop down the streets.
Today!
People display such a craze!
And it seems to be 'okay',
This way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Express What It Is In Terms That Pleases
Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!
More are obsessed with deluded impressions.
Created for affect.
To keep a conformity in check!
No one is expecting truth,
To be for them today complex.
Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!
However it is done...
None will embrace it.
And the rawness of reality,
Will certainly stun!
These folks have been fantasized,
All of their lives!
The truth you reveal will not appeal.
In fact,
Be prepared to be 'boo-ed'.
Threatened and despised!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularity
How dose one measure
Popularity
Is it the stats that say?
You get hits everyday
Or the comments you read
About your poetry
How do they know?
Your popularity
How dose one fathom
What people think
I sit here and ponder
Can this be real?
I'm classed as a poet
My dream JUST became real
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Popularity should be no scale for the election of politicians. If it would depend on popularity, Donald Duck and The Muppets would take seats in senate.
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Overwhelmingly Magnetic
So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.
They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.
A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.
And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.
'Are you jealous? '
Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.
'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'
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Pointless It Is To Back Away
When choosing allies...
One should not do it with the same caution,
As excuses and alibis are done.
Difficult it is to run away from deception,
After advocating to shun someone...
With a joining of those,
Who have also been told to oppose.
Without a making of a conscious decision,
To be prepared to receive repercussions.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
Since many choose to be on the side,
Of what is perceive to be popular and fun.
With nothing that proves a reality comes,
To anyone until it is too late.
Only to leave those with a discovery,
Popularity is seldom on the side of truth!
Especially when people are seduced,
By trickery and foolishness used to attract.
And so many people are just like that.
Pointless it is to back away from embarrassing facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Declaring Something Popular
Declaring someone or something popular,
Invites the critics like flies...
To a horse's tail.
Like one's urgent need,
To use an available toilet.
When people seeking to smear,
That which they can not stomach...
When a popularity has been endeared.
Why?
Jealousy, envy.
And a need to compensate,
For those nagging insecurities that hide...
Unmentioned latent dreams of getting attention,
For anything done they do.
No matter what it is.
All they seek to be is popular.
With a making of attempts,
To diminish the popularity...
Of that which has been declared.
And the evidence of that is everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Popularity
Popularity is great...
For those on missions to seek it.
For those conditioned to live to be liked,
Inspite of how one inside truthfully feels.
For those running for an office,
With blemishes and flaws...
They will not escape a scrutiny,
Until they are left wishing...
They did not do this!
There are those who use looks,
To flaunt about.
Hoping this attention...
Separates them and stands them out!
And then there are those,
Who do not seek popularity at all.
It is just something about what they do...
That make some folks believe,
They are seeking ahs and ooo's.
While the opposite of that,
Is where their minds are at.
And this is true.
If you asked those who are more popular,
Than me and you.
And I wish I had time to do that.
Signing autographs prevents that task.
And the paparazzi stays on my path.
And all I'm wishing for on days like this...
Is just some privacy,
While I eat my tuna sandwich!
Oooohhh...
The anguish one suffers,
When something done meets approval...
That separates them from so many others!
'hehe...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Removal of One's Regret
The choosing of 'sides'
Usually is decided based upon popularity.
Rarely does one take the time to research,
To obtain an indepth clarity.
That comprehension often comes to one.
Experiencing flashes of hindsight.
And that seldom happens overnight.
Or the removal of one's regret.
One wishes to erase with a quick remedy.
To leave one 'stuck' with a decision made,
In the hopes someone expresses an empathy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
A Kept Secret Ingredient
If some could subsidize a getting of popularity,
As if for them it was a need within them feeding...
Like so many believe obtaining it is.
To lift them to heights of sustained happiness.
Those who have achieved it are often surprised,
How and why anything they've done...
Makes them the popular one to be in spotlight.
Since they were not on a mission to get it.
Or is it with them visiting to prioritize...
Uncompromising,
As a reason for their purpose to live.
With a keeping of their popularity,
A kept secret ingredient to add to the recipe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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