Which Sickness Is Preferred
If it helps to heal,
Why would sugar be added...
To the naturalness of anything tasted,
Concealing its true identity?
When eventually a curiosity will seek truth.
With a creating of havoc,
That could have been avoided.
Are factors attached to control issues,
THAT addicting...
To keep a people seeking chaos,
As a means that keeps them with beliefs...
A power over others is theirs to have eternally?
Is a sickness more dangerous than any weapon used.
How thick are the heads of those mindless?
And to what degree are their beliefs twisted?
And...
What is it on 'this' Earth,
Is perceived by anyone is theirs forever to keep?
Devastation, annihilation, with nonexistence?
To leave behind no human evidence?
Which sickness is preferred,
To implement by these mentally diseased creatures?
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This Havoc
They attempt to silence those...
Who are against their beliefs!
And yet it is their beliefs...
That loudly shout out,
For change!
Nothing about them or what is valued,
Has remained the same.
And...
No one silenced has created this havoc!
Or with such a disturbance to focus on chaos.
Anyone seeking peace,
Is not looking for it through conflict!
No one is against their beliefs at all.
The concept is there!
The ideals are magnificent.
However...
The reality of the practice,
Is missing in action!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beliefs
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
There are those with beliefs of love and hate.
With more hating to believe
There is a weakness expressed,
When one confesses to have love.
There is a sickness some accept,
Because someone has said
Sickness for them is to be expected.
Even though people hold unto beliefs,
They will declare exist.
With interpretations of them.
Like a peace wished to exist.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And why is it some create their own conflicts?
As if not to do them
They will be neglected.
As if to exit from them with belief
A love and peace shared by all,
Will one day by all be accepted.
Isn't that a belief?
Why is it resisted?
And whose beliefs,
Have been made more realistic?
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Preferred Suffocating
Everyone should have the right,
To defend their beliefs.
There is nothing 'constitutionally' wrong with this.
However...
Opposing those beliefs of someone else,
Without exposing evidence of one's own existing...
Is not defending one's beliefs at all.
It's just a blocking of a progress to eliminate or stall.
Ensuring for themselves any success is defeated.
To allow those nonbelievers to obstruct,
And impede.
In the prevention of anything done,
That generates any forward movement...
For a preferred suffocating stagnation.
A belief many wish to keep increased.
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The Evidence Is Obvious
It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!
They say, 'Nothing is near us.
We are kings/queens of the universe! '
But their restrictions limited by inflictions...
Can not see,
We have been monitored constantly!
'It' is already here!
That powerful force...
We are told does not appear.
With abilities beyond,
What we hold dear!
It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!
The evidence is obvious,
As we are told to ignore truth...
And concentrate on terrorists!
With the assistance of strategists,
Doing their best...
To manipulate what we see and digest!
Proving there is no death!
Perhaps a transference of indifference...
We shed!
To lift us to other dimensions instead!
People are seeing 'things'!
That can not be describe as white,
With blond hair!
Green or blue blood shot eyes!
Goodbye reality!
There are just too many holes...
In the ability to maintain,
A stability going down the drain!
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Unstable and Unfit
When people hide behind deceptions...
As if they are walls of cement.
These are the folks who do not realize...
Their lies have fenced them inside mentalities,
To eventually show themselves as demented.
They do not perceive dishonesty as weak.
As long as they are in the reception...
Of others with similar beliefs.
And when folks like this,
Come to unite together in a collectiveness...
They do not realize their acts develop illnesses.
And they rush to seek perscriptions quick,
From those who benefit...
Handsomely,
By keeping them addicted to such sickness.
In industries that hospitalized them...
With not a chance to confront,
The healing that mends the origins of their afflictions.
If that happened,
None of this would exist!
But there is a need to keep them mentally,
And physically dependent!
Socially unstable.
And psychologically unfit!
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Chosen To Do Nothing Else
They are a people who believe,
Division and infighting is a healthy process.
They are a people who believe,
Creating enemies and beginning wars...
Has a benefit to their kept self interests.
They are a people who believe,
They can and will do exactly as they please...
To leave mountains of debris behind them,
And blame the effectiveness of cleaning up...
On others whose lives they feel,
They are entitled to ruin.
Because they are a people,
Who seek ways to self destruct!
With beliefs they are chosen to do nothing else,
But deceive and corrupt!
And the evidence is obvious enough to see.
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When it comes to controlling human beings, there is no better instrument than lies. Because you see, humans live by beliefs. And beliefs can be manipulated. The power to manipulate beliefs is the only thing that counts.
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With Sharp Teeth
Proclaiming religious beliefs,
As a means to unleash evil deeds committed...
Throughout history as that history is perceived to be,
Is...
More a worship steeped in hyped hypocrisy.
And...
With a fine line those have chosen to walk,
Between truth and pretentions that eventually stalk...
Deceivers haunted nightly where they sleep,
As shadows appear to approach with sharp teeth...
Come to bite and leave them bleeding.
'Wake up, wake up you are having a nightmare.'
~But it all seemed so real.
And even 'you' were there.~
Proclaiming religious beliefs,
As a means to unleash evil deeds committed...
Throughout history as that history is perceived to be,
Is...
More a worship steeped in hyped hypocrisy.
And...
With a fine line those have chosen to walk,
Between truth and pretentions that eventually stalk...
Deceivers haunted nightly where they sleep,
As shadows appear to approach with sharp teeth...
Come to bite and leave them bleeding.
'Your arms and your neck...
I suggest you cut your nails,
Before you scratch yourself to death.'
~But...
Those are not scratches.~
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However You May Lay Your 'Loo-Yahs
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts within us...
Are kept detached and private.
We are born into this 'reality'...
With a belief we jouney alone,
On a separate trip.
Alone and away from others,
Also participating in this experience...
We are taught in the process to call 'life'.
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts with us...
Are kept detached and private.
We even believe we are separate from the trees,
Birds and bees...
Are other created creatures upon thie Earth,
God, too, has made.
So given we are with beliefs,
There is something that will be achieved...
With the infliction of division, fear, hatred and greed.
There are some creatures God has blessed with life,
Who actually believe they have been certified...
As human kites.
To maneuver to heights,
And by themselves.
So given we are,
With beliefs our thoughts with us...
Are detached and kept private.
Some self righteous even perceive...
They can even deceive God!
As if God takes momentary leaves,
Of absences.
Only to discover,
When Mother Nature gets upset...
And has had it with our selfishness.
Just how fragile those who 'empower' themselves...
Are lost to fight against the true power of God,
His 'Diciples' and those messages delivered...
'Whether one is feeling blessed or cursed.
With abundance to enrich...
Or poverty experienced in cycles that are reversed.
What is here to witness on 'this' Earth...
Is 'not' one's dress rehearsal.
From birth...
Be 'yee' and those of 'thee',
Tested.'
WHEREVER!
Or...
HOWEVER you may lay your 'Loo-Yahs',
In the best of pretentious praise.
These days we now live,
Are not for the fake faith seekers...
Preaching their hollow beliefs,
To maintain their materialistic thieving.
It is time to give those corrupted ideals up!
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Walking Across Blazing Hot Coals
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
Even making attempts to do it...
They will immediately threaten to burn their season passes,
To a local amusement park that employs most of them.
Try to confront people like this with the telling of the truth,
And everything they have ever known...
They will reduce to rubble to leave chaos and trouble,
With demands to have their fantasies left intact.
As well as their biases against others from which they thieve.
Walking across blazing hot coals,
Has to be easier to do...
Than to tell a mob of people the truth,
About anything.
Especially if they have been fed beliefs,
They are entitled to everything.
And promised!
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Just To Delight In The Excitement Of It
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
With a quest to deceive,
And disturb with ease...
Where there are signs of peace freed.
Misdeeds are activities,
Demons purposely release...
With beliefs of receiving satisfaction.
Demons wish to inflict conflict.
With a chaos and havoc,
Just to delight in the excitement of it.
But to the demons' surprise...
These wicked strides begun,
Eventually do come to an end!
With no sympathy to those demonic given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need of Permanent Hibernation
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are not only detrimental.
They have become so engrained,
That the cost of defending against...
The use of common sense,
Has depleted everyone from recognizing...
That a connection between common sense,
And the application of truth...
Is where the true victory can be located.
And avoiding these intentionally...
Creates the onslaught of devastation.
The eminent danger that exists,
Is the one confronting a mind insisting...
Their beliefs kept are not in immediate need,
Of severe re-evaluation.
And these beliefs are in need of permanent hibernation.
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Mans Darkness
A million writings and I'm still going.
Its again going to start snowing.
Turbulent are the skies.
The practice of the dark arts.
Is tearing my soul apart.
If the old man dies. Havoc will I seek.
A mission in which there is no stopping me.
I'm angry and I know my enemies.
They are building an army.
They want me, dead or alive.
In darkness i shall take cover till the next sunrise.
I have nothing left. I gave it up all seeking the true good in life.
Instead i continuously get stabbed with a knife, of malcontent, jealously, rage, A forever covet of some kind.
No I'm not any more religious.
I'm not one of the Christians.
I'm my own man.
Making a stand.
When others don't give a damn.
Whether its righteous or not, it i still got.
A belief beyond what is said.
Seeking the power to give the dead true peace.
A child on his knees saying no please.
Genocide lining up with the trees.
We turn away pretend it didn't happen, or justified in some way.
Indifference is our disease. Someone save me please.
Lets change our history.
Pages can be rewritten.
We have the power of forgiveness.
We have the power of deliverance.
Some times its so hard to protect those who wont protect themselves.
Trying to be a saint not the angel of darkness.
You can only lead the sheep if they will follow.
Trying to show your heart isn't so hollow.
But still I choke as I take in the poison meant for you.
You are creating this madness.
You are creating our sadness.
A bad habit is destroying me from the inside.
Call it no pride.
A little would do you some good.
Standards, and descression is a strange question to be asking.
But the wisdom of it might help you make it somewhere, instead of a constant despair and a need for a repair.
A daily fix.
The antidote and the creation of your sickness at the same time.
You probably think I've lost my mined.
But I tell you know I'm fine.
My emotions I'm controlling.
If i lose it, its only to get my second my wind.
Until I'm dead and far passed on.
It will not end.
I am Aries and I'm fighting for what I believe in.
No matter the mistake, or heart ache.
It's the path i shall take.
I will not mentally break.
I ll show you a heart on fire.
A heart full of my desire
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Feeding On Evil
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Builds up feelings of being superior,
And strengthens mental securities...
Of those with low self esteem,
Who practice with weapons to destroy human beings.
Those with thoughts like this,
Are no different than a cancer allow to grow.
Even though the cures to relieve these agonies,
Have long been made available.
But fear has it advantages,
To benefit the ones unconscious.
It's in the advertising of good hype,
That keeps people supporting...
The creation of fears and misdeeds,
With beliefs those of deceit and greed...
Actually have sensibilities to heal wounds.
They wont since it's not to their best interest.
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Is,
For reasons to be left condoned...
To diminish all quality of life as shown.
And the ending of humanity if not stopped.
Even though,
The cures to relieve agonies that come...
With an intentional implementation of grief that is done,
Have long been made available to eliminate sorrows.
To ensure this existence of life,
Is enjoyed by everyone blessed to be gifted with it.
The markings left by the beast feeding on evil increased,
Will be decreased to cease and soon!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why is Sickness?
Some wise people say sickness born in the mind,
Not purposely, but from ignorance, which is not kind.
When the race-mind have power over some people,
They loose sight of the gracious living, fell off the steeple.
The mind creates the negativity, the eating habit follows,
So, the sickness develops. How? Nobody knows.
Then after thinking, having anger and hostility,
High blood pressure, then the heart troubles come into the vicinity.
When someone entertains thoughts of envy and jealousy,
Will loose his breath, life will and his lungs capacity.
The liver is the center of judgements & if it is negative, then with heavy drinking, fatty foods the liver will be offensive.
So many are fearful, cold, & do not wish to face anything,
The kidneys will brake down, specially from lots of animal food consuming.
When the person is materialistic the intestines will brake down,
Diarrhea comes when do not care, constipation when don't let go, hold on
Cancer is eating you up if you have a great regret
Added to it a high protein diet can cause the onset.
Diabetes is not a sickness, only wrong eating habits with greed,
Arthritis a wrong sugar love, kindness to others but fake, not a true deed.
Certainly there are others, eyes, ears and depression,
Skin troubles and the rest of the corruption.
What we think or do comes back to us many fold,
So, be careful what you are thinking, because it'll unfold.
And we can go on with each sickness this world entertain
All come out of negative thinking and will retain.
Only change in thinking, then the diet, move enough,
Have purpose, truth, peace & kindness and not being rough.
Trying to heal any sickness with some medicine,
It will just create another problem, but never health & discipline.
Stop, listen to your heart where God's energy should be,
Learn that you would find the way to self healing & be free.
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Let What's To Be...Be!
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove...
To those who approve.
Just...
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto endlessly.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold every single belief.
Don't be rude.
Don't try to be...
Crazy.
Don't ever be lazy.
And don't choose to be a fool.
With something to prove.
Just...
Don't be rude.
Be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold beliefs.
Be you...
And let what's to be...
Be!
And free yourself from...
Seeking control,
To hold onto!
To mold all your beliefs.
Be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be..
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Don't be the one controlling.
You'll be the one contolled,
Eventually.
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you...
And let what's to be,
Be!
Just be you.
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Whether You 'Declare' THAT Heard, Read or Not
The best opportunity humanity has,
To better strenghten communication...
As an unnatural devastation,
Approaches the Gulf, the East...
And eventually the Western coasts.
Is the one God sends.
That began by the feeding,
Creating a greed to satisfy the needs...
Of selfish, wealthy and gluttonous men.
For OIL.
That has always been in abundance.
If ignorance does not teach...
How the spreading of racist beliefs,
Can bring all of life to a frightening standstill.
Nothing so idiotic that man today has done ever will.
And actively praying on knees needs to cease.
With an urgent embracing of your fellowman...
Encouraged to physically increase.
Before the presence of this opportunity,
Forever disappears to have us all eternally sleep.
And, that's from my lips to your ears.
Whether you 'declare' THAT heard, read or not...
Will not alter my opinion nor its origin.
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Increasingly Addicted
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.
And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.
Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.
And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.
Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!
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Conducting Business
Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.
Not true said one wise who tried to enlighten them.
And because wisdom like this was accessible,
Attempts to share it...
Was thought to be from one,
Ego driven.
And of course familiarity breeds contempt.
So in one ear and out the other...
What was shared,
In the air it went!
Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.
Although these folks still believe,
Simply having talents will bring them notoriety.
Being able to market and package one's craft...
Guarantees an attention one day comes to last.
And those sitting on the sidelines,
Laughing at the ones that get things done...
Learn too late,
How conducting a successful 'business'...
Eventually stands on its own legs to run!
Many do not get this.
They believe their bubbles blown...
Take flight if protected in plastic.
But if not shielded in titanium,
With no faith attached to them...
Drifting dreams will quickly burst.
To leave those without vision...
Discouraged,
Over and over and over again!
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Dragged Behind Them In Sacks
It is difficult to accept,
A restructuring of beliefs.
Especially when those beliefs,
Were thought to be cemented...
In concrete.
But the crumbling of foundations,
As seen are no longer rumored.
And the ones once reprimanded,
By pointing out their observations...
Seem not to be the ones running,
Seeking to find safe shelter...
To protect their pretentions.
Or denials dragged behind them in sacks,
As kept evidence of their loyalty and devotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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