When You Are Done Feeding Yourself On Lies
You have repeatedly shown,
You have no regard for me.
One day when your eyes have cleared,
You will acknowledge how much of your life
I have nourished.
And my contributions to your survival,
You have despised...
Will be freed from your deceptions.
And your ability to slander...
Is chased away by remorse and honesty.
When you are done feeding yourself on lies...
Only then will you begin to respect my worth!
With a polishing done to your own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Contributions Made By Others
When will they find peace?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
When will they feel a sense of harmony?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
When will they begin to appreciate,
Those contributions made by others?
'When they find something about themselves,
They like.'
And...
When will they find something about themselves,
They like?
'When they begin to appreciate,
Those contributions made by others.
And they are freed from wishing to steal a recognition...
By submitting their own deeds,
Without fear or a need to deceive will achieve success!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed of the Thought of Foreclosure
Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To focus your sights on that?
If things are seen as whacked.
And way off track.
It is what it is!
Perhaps for you,
All of this has been a quiz!
You just didn't want to see it,
As it is.
You wished to see it,
As an affliction affecting...
Others you were taught to detest.
Now that 'mess' you ignored...
Has come to lay upon your own doorstep,
To comfortably rest.
Look...
It is what it is!
When did you begin,
To acknowledge that fact?
When did you begin,
To believe your ideals were being attacked?
Now you find yourself sleeping with a weapon.
Feeling safe and secured.
Keeping sure you are protected...
In a neighborhood free of enemies.
Enduring agonies.
Knowing you can not trust who lives next door!
Who's life are you living?
And what is your life lived for?
When you just might kill yourself...
To escape from your own safety zone!
Freed of the thought of foreclosure.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Does It Take For Reality To Be Embraced?
What is it that goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed?
By the telling of lies and demeaning them,
With stereotypical jokes that seem to continue with no end?
Those old jokes told,
That have rusted against their peeling picket fences.
Delusion!
A delusion kept that their inept perceptions,
Will stay effective with sustained false depth.
And their ability to squeeze the economy,
To have those on their knees and pleading...
With a begging of them to forgive them of 'sins'.
As if they have been annointed as 'chosen' deities.
Worshipped by those suppressed as they believe.
What goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed,
By the telling of lies and demeaning them...
With stereotypical jokes?
Delusion!
And what awakens to stun the ones,
To snap out of their spells they've kept so well?
Reality!
And what does it take for reality to be embraced?
A truth that survives that no one can deny.
Once superficiality diminishes from those whose eyes,
Have been cleared and freed from all deceptions.
With trauma to face as a reception!
After inspecting their standards once valued demolished.
'Say what you will.
But a winning was not done with a mandate! '
I agree.
However...
Few losers are heard cheering,
Because they 'almost' defeated that which was opposed.
Or observed snuggling together...
With smiles a mile wide and gratified with eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bit and Chased a Little High Life
I bit and chased a little high life.
And it was something that I thought I liked.
My eyes were open wide and bright.
I felt a feeling inside exciting.
I bit and chased a little high life.
And it was something that I thought I liked.
The life I lived became a bore.
I explored the wish of wanting much more.
I bit and chased a little high life.
I couldn't rid it out of my sight.
No one could say that wasn't me.
Something that teased I needed desperately.
I bit and chased a little high life.
My mind was closed to any good advice.
But one day my bubble was pinched.
I fell to Earth and regained common sense,
Then!
I fell to Earth and distanced all pretentions.
And now,
My life...
Is freed.
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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Though it is tough
Though it is tough Few tell lies, honesty is found Majority are liars It is much more honorable to be honest Honesty is the best legacy The narrow path leads through narrow path of honesty and so trouble gets far away from our domain We see and acknowledge it is true
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Active Detractors
Active detractors,
Are the first to become highly incensed.
When their covert actions to divert attention,
Does not influence
With their negative intentions meant.
The use of slander and deceit to defeat,
A position taken or one to despised
Only increases the integrity seen,
Before those who have opened eyes.
And everything tried by those in hiding,
In the creation of more of their lies to achieve
Only exposes them to be the doers,
To be the cause of unsolved explanations.
Received by some as mysteries.
But discovered to be the reasons cloaked and undercover,
To be in the way delaying what should and could be
Successes to be believed.
And those active detractors,
Only desire blame to shame
Those who live to do good deeds to please,
All of humanity.
And not their own selfish feeding of greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Felt Freed
One day I awakened,
And there was an insignificance I sensed,
From yesterday!
That cleared the morning air.
There was something about my life,
That had arrived and I liked.
Appearing in my sight...
With such a happiness I could not ignore.
It was there to make certain,
I had been aware.
And whatever to me was done and/or said,
Before I laid my head down in my bed...
Prepared to flee.
Somehow this was unknown to me.
And when I had awakened it had fled!
No longer to me to be important.
To address as my priorities.
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
To live a life much more motivated.
With a quest to face challenges...
I now seek and dare!
As opportunities to prove...
I can move anything off my path,
That isn't of benefit and doesn't belong there!
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slander
The word is out -- heads are talkin
And just like a fire ragin wild in the night,
The rumors hot, the room is rockin,
Its out of control, too vicious to fight
Two lovers split -- a heart is shattered
And out of revenge it steals through the night,
Making sure the lies are scattered
To every border of this town tonight
The words on the street, you call it truth,
I call it slander,
Times are tough, talk is cheap --
Soon theyll talk about you --
Slander
The jury splits -- undecided,
Theyre searching for clues,
My live in their hands
The hour has come, they stand divided,
The future shall judge the good and the bad
And now, theres talk on the street --
I call it slander,
I will fight this somehow
Revenge will be sweet
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart --
Slander
Slander c theres talk on the street
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- Im ready to fight
Slander -- I will find it tonight
Slander -- like a knife in my heart --
Slander
Slander -- gonna keep us apart
Slander
Slander -- theres talk on the street --
Slander -- revenge will be sweet
Slander -- too vicious to fight
Slander -- wild in the night
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Yesterday To Tomorrow
Beauty is what the eyes behold
And you burn brighter than most
I chased you thru the midnight streets
To be where I could speak freely
I didn't care what tomorrow held
I felt the world turning only for us
Only bliss now for you and me
Rise up let life's kiss send us reeling
And unlike the times before
From yesterday comes tomorrow
When life comes alive the past moves aside
No regrets and no remorse
We have more than everything
More than man or machine
More than luck
More than fiction
Higher than any religion
And unlike the times before
From yesterday comes tomorrow
When life comes alive the past moves aside
No regrets and no remorse
We'll squeeze the blood out of life
And say goodnight to the silver of old
Even when wrong we're right
Far beyond the world of diamonds and gold
I've come to realize
Where happiness lies
I want you to know I know
And unlike the times before
When life comes alive the past moves aside
No regrets no remorse
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Will All Eyes Suddenly Find They Are Wide Opened
Once upon a time...
Communism was a threat,
To the best of a quality of life...
Flourishing by those,
Who opposed the spread...
Of a controlled existence.
Now the ones who own the debt...
Are esteemed with high regard,
And shown respect!
Will they also say,
Those today depicted as terrorists...
To a way of life outsourced to feed the greedy,
To have people endorse their diminishing standards...
Bleeding from deceptions achieved.
Will they too be granted the dignity of an apology?
Or will those tricked,
Still adopt conflict...
As a means to express their brotherhood?
With a fellowship...
Even the founding forefathers,
Said as they battled...
One day a life lived in peace should resist,
The foolishness of conflict!
Or...
Will all eyes suddenly find they are wide opened,
In the discovery they have stood by
To cheer their own defeat!
As their resources become depleted,
By those they chose to follow...
Like sheep slaughtered to uphold false dignities,
Preached by those who leech upon their blindness.
To leave them kneeling with a hindsight deep in regret.
Controlled by their own ignorance,
And outrage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regardless
It doesn't matter...
How you regard me.
Where you regard me
If you regard me.
Or why or even when,
I am regarded by you at all.
If neither one of us are sharing...
To acknowledge it!
Whenever I am home,
And feeling alone.
That is done...
When and if those moments arrive,
Regardless!
And...
Until those moods decided to leave...
There I am,
In total disregard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilt
The heart it will begin to ache
Then the body will begin to shake
The nerves will numb and then quake
Then the heart; it will break,
There will be a triumph by remorse
As humanity will finally take its course
From the weakness there was the force
And from the deeds that was the source,
A life is lived from its regret and shame
All that is seen is hate and all that is heard is blame
Destroying a soul by putting out a flame
And GOD and all, will know the name,
The heart will be laden with worries and sin
An innocence is hidden from deep within
The self condemned knows where it has been
A shriver continuously, crawls up the skin,
Worries are strong and so is the pain
Honesty, truth and righteousness were slain
As though slipping out through life's vein
A sad, sad loss, is sadly someone else's gain,
Destruction will come to what was built
Dignity will dry up, and then will wilt
Respect and honor and pride will be spilt
All will be lost; but kept will be the guilt.
poem by Randy McClave
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Spirit Guides
Thank you 'Spirit Guides'
For clearing my path of unwanted obstacles.
And providing my life,
With the correct insight...
To motivate and inspire dreams,
Desired to fulfill and complete...
My appetite for life.
No longer have I chosen,
To walk on paths unguided alone.
Or to stubbornly resist assistance.
Since my needs for you here,
I now know is plainly shown.
Thank you 'Spirit Guides'
For clearing my path of unwanted obstacles.
And providing my life,
With the correct insight...
To motivate and inspire dreams,
Desired to fulfill and complete...
My appetite for life.
No longer have I chosen,
To walk on paths unguided alone.
Or to stubbornly resist assistance.
Since my needs for you here,
I now know is plainly shown.
And as my daily affirmation,
I acknowledge my destination...
With you near,
Has brighter light.
In my mind your presence has been cleared.
No struggles do I endear,
With you here.
With you near.
Spirit Guides assigned to my life...
My eyesight 'sees',
But does not invite nor is chased by fear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed From Lieing
When people can not handle honesty,
Or periodic self examination...
The meaning or definition of discipline,
Will be as foreign to them as being freed from lieing.
And not having the ability to create new excuses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death By Gossip
It is amazing.
They have never spoken
To the people they slander.
They don't even know them...
Or have sat to chat in discussion.
Some are related.
Although that means very little.
They weren't raised to build one another up.
They were encouraged to belittle.
And damage their own!
This has been known and shown.
These childish minds have never grown.
They are left alone.
Death by gossip and munching on ignorance.
Peering over fences.
And using lack of knowledge to offend,
As a defense.
Death by gossip,
And buried in jealousies.
This has been implanted...
To ensure this breeding would within them live,
And breathe.
They were encouraged to belittle.
And damage their own!
This has been known and shown.
These childish minds have never grown.
They are left alone.
With no input to keep a survival thriving!
Slowly dieing on lies.
Since this has been inflicted with ambition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Themselves Deceive
When people sell with a doing,
To those who become sold...
They themselves deceive.
With a doing done they say they do,
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
Since many possess college degrees....
In the hopes to receive achievement to get,
Competence with a common sense...
But they themselves deceive...
With minds feeding on 'bling' and greed.!
People like this are not taught how to feel,
A difference between what is fake and what's real.
They themselves deceive.
With a thinking they do this to other people,
They themselves deceive.
People like this are not taught to assess,
Correct ways to live and with honesty best.
People who cheat find it weak to confess.
They themselves deceive,
Unknowing it with doing!
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive!
And a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
They themselves deceive!
With a making of lies to tell and sell.
They themselves deceive.
With a manifesting of this done too well.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
With a growing of this to be known and shown.
They themselves deceive.
They themselves deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What a Difference Reality Makes
What a difference reality makes.
Those who once chased rainbows...
Have suddenly put on the brakes!
The fuel that assisted...
This bustle rushed with hope,
Has stopped many in their tracks...
As they receive the facts,
Of an impending big payback!
With hallucinating dreams...
That begin to clamp them in traps!
So it seems for them to be like that.
What a difference reality makes.
It had been easy to ignore,
The needs of those labelled poor.
Those hungry and homeless,
The greedy chose not to see...
Are now quite vivid reminders,
As eyes of those who chose to close them...
Now view this 'picture' with such clarity!
What a difference reality makes,
When the pain of others...
Descends without an escape.
And all that it took...
Was a look that was forced.
By the confronting of delusions...
On a misguided course introducing remorse.
And those chasing rainbows,
With a goal to hoard all the gold...
Now see themselves,
More foolish than anyone else.
And those they crushed with disrespect...
Walk over them who crawl bawling,
With a pride and dignity they always kept!
What a difference reality makes...
When respect for others,
Reveals a satisfaction...
Shown and brightened,
On a happy face that is not faked!
What a difference it makes...
When those are shakened from a sleep,
That awakes!
And that is the difference 'awakening' takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life.
Life is too precious to play with,
Life worth more respect and consideration,
Life you worth to salute.
People, do not play with life,
People, do not egnore yourselves
Becouse you are playing with LIFE.
Life is a God given gift
It really worth respect
It Mean a lot to us.
People, do not play around life
Many are dying of AIDS becouse of life ignoring.
Losing respect to life means loossing yourself.
poem by Innocent Timburwa
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All Over the Place
They've allowed innuendo to grow.
Slander to meander.
Petty gossip to pop up!
Nosiness to remain top on their lists.
And questionable 'christian' values,
To determine 'how' to acknowledge themselves.
And no one has an identity they show...
Or can say they 'know' to pride!
Apparently that has been sacrificed
For the right to express indignities...
With a disrespect shown and owned.
'WHERE are you going with 'this'? '
I am not going anywhere with it!
In fact...
This crap is all over the place!
And I can't get it off my welcome mat!
Even with the use of tact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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