Who Really Gets A Raw Deal?
Who really gets a raw deal?
Those suppressed?
By the ones taught to oppress,
Through historic teachings documented...
As evidence of superiority by their ancestors.
Or...
The ones awakening to realize,
Their whole lives have been based upon lies.
Which victim clearly is despised for having identity?
And who wins the prize,
For a hiding behind a fresh set of updated disguises.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Courage To Be Honest
All he has done,
Is to remove hypocrisy...
From the decision making process.
And although this is historic,
In the eyes of those self righteous...
He has shown an ability as a leader,
To have the courage to be honest.
And for those hiding behind shadows,
This is incredible news.
It is unbelievable!
Leaving many to say,
He has done this for political reasons! !
Duh!
Let's evaluate his position.
He once had taught law.
He has interpreted the constitution,
As documented by the founders of their society.
Especially the part that says,
Protecting the rights of all people...
Regardless of their religious affliations.
That part.
That part that states...
Everyone should be treated equal.
And for the people observing this...
He has exposed his willingness,
To represent ALL people...
AND not to defy God's wishes.
For those thumping upon their Bibles.
With a cutting to paste their re-writes.
However...
He has offended those who would rather live lives,
Pretentiously.
Offending the ones who advocate for family values,
AND standards...
But whose leaders of their moralistic foundations,
Are being investigated for crimes of all kinds.
You name them!
They are there in full representation.
And THEY...
Regardless of their religious affliliations,
Or political indoctrinations...
Have used their own beliefs,
To prove they are out of their minds.
Although insist their own ignorance should be followed.
No matter what the evidence is...
That has proven them to be selectively crazed.
And these days...
Quite blatant about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identity of a person
Identity of a person
Identity signifies complexity
Identity identifies with reality
Identity is the bearer of all vanity
How does a person identify with identity?
You define yourself based on what?
They say, they say
You’re kind or moral based on what?
Or
You’re a genius and shrewd based on what?
Or
You make the perfect lover, look for no other
They say, they say
You’re strong without a thought it may not last long
Or
You’ve skills since with a record you run up high bills
Or
You are shy but no one ever talks to you or says hi
Or
You never give up because right now you are on top
They say, they say
You are generous or gregarious when all you are is conscious
Or
You’re innovative yet not the originator of the idea conceived
What are the facts?
That makes your identity intact
When change on identity has the last impact?
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Gone Are Their Treasures
From which one of your stale placements,
Do you believe you can rate...
My taste for staying updated?
No powdered wigged out judgements,
Of colonialistic restricted mentalists...
On the pursuit of political correctness,
Can exam with blinded minds...
These times that now exist!
Gone are their treasures.
And documented claims made in print!
Pomp and circumstance pulchritudes...
Appear rather silly!
And exposes their foolishness.
With a laughable return of such seriousness.
That should be burned and left in dusting urns!
From which one of your stale placements,
Do you believe you can rate...
My taste for staying updated?
With methods to attempt,
To make your nonsense permanent.
And there is evidence everywhere...
Your beliefs are vanishing in thin air!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Etiquette of Standards (Fiction Unrestricted)
With a romancing done to symbolize,
Idols cast in stone to emphasize...
An hypocrisy that stabilizes their lives!
With an ostracizing actively performed,
On anyone who might criticize.
Truth to them is treated like sin.
And those who speak it become victims.
The etiquette of standards are values embraced.
Although contrived are their lives...
In a plan to devise realities compromised.
And based upon fiction unrestricted.
With a romancing done to symbolize,
Idols cast in stone to emphasize...
An hypocrisy that stabilizes their lives!
And that stability cracks backs with lies!
Upheld and defied by those hiding tears they cry.
And an unstoppable higher consciousness,
Comes knocking to pay visits.
And nothing documented can prevent this one bit.
Truth to them is treated like sin.
And those who speak it become victims.
The etiquette of standards are values embraced.
Although contrived are their lives...
In a plan to devise realities compromised.
And based upon fiction unrestricted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which Clarity Best Represents Your Ego?
You want clarity?
Which version?
The one your delusion 'has' created?
And you seek a settlement,
Based upon this...
With a finalizing that has been negotiated.
Or...
My personal favorite.
Do you wish to be introduced to a clarity,
That is documented with historic proof?
And identifies an origin that is unmistakable?
Which clarity best represents your ego?
The long or short version?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even Those Paid to Be Biased
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
Eyes all over the place,
Are opening wide to see...
Exactly who those victims are.
And recognizing everyday,
The identity of the wolves.
And knowing they've been branded as sheep.
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
And the ones who tremble and shake in their limousines,
Find they feel desperate not to be revealed, caught or seen.
Afraid their deceiving and greedy days,
Rapidly lose in snob appeal and popularity.
And in their social circles they sweat, yes!
All of them are suffering in nervous regret!
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Think It's Alright / Fiddle About
(Pete Townshend)
I used to know everything about you
But today when I tried to point you out to one of my friends
I picked the wrong girl again
Don't see you in the crowd anymore
I think it's you but I can't be sure
You're wearing disguises
Occasionally a girl surprises me
When she turns out to be you
Wearing disguises
I don't think you want me to see you ever again
And today I saw you dressed as a flower bed
Last week you had a wig on your head
Directing traffic in the street
And your shoes were too big for your feet
You were wearing disguises
Occasionally a girl surprises me
When she turns out to be you
Wearing disguises
[repeat first verse]
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
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Seeking Less Government In Their Lives
The majority of the people
Rush to have their liberties quoted
As stated within the framework
Of the constitution
At yet
These liberties representing the same people
Are said to interfere too much
In the lives they wish to live
People are seeking less government in their lives
But it is the government they run to
To protest their entitlements
Are not being represented as documented
And those they elect
Are eventually despised
For not implementing those policies
Created to describe standards and precious values
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Escape From Those Common Places
Hard it is,
To esacpe from those common places.
And familiar faces we grow with perceptions,
Comfort us in an exchange of receptions...
To confirm the lives we are led to live.
Hard it is,
To accept differences.
We instantly become threatened,
In our protective environments.
And then many begin to adventure,
Beyond those boxes of do's and do nots.
To experience something fresh to discover...
What our taught concepts from us has blocked.
Past teachings taught then,
Become limited.
And the ones restricting boundaries to inflict,
Are observed to have biases...
Outdated and illegitimate.
And questions to them,
No more are asked.
Since what has been uncovered,
Opens eyes wide and fast.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victims In Distress
Truth is being told
And its revelation is considered sick!
People who are not accustomed to it...
Are discovering the truth is causing them fits!
Raised on distorted realities created...
Based on color or the lack thereof!
Placed in divisions to produce criticisms
To have some believe they were chosen from above!
The truth is being told and unfolding before our eyes.
Lies unknown to those never shown...
Has lifted masquerades from disguise!
And even though this is being exposed...
Many continue to live unsurprised!
Since those suppressed by those who oppress,
Weren't in denial
But the victims in distress who had been denied!
Knowing their tracks had been erased by hidden facts!
And providing amusement for those who now are trapped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The real evidence is not practically speaking in scholarship but in how Jesus and the Christianity based on him manifest themselves in the lives of practising Christians. Their lives are the proofs of their beliefs.
quote by Lionel Blue
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Disguises
I used to know everything about you
But today when I tried to point you out to one of my friends
I picked the wrong girl again
Dont see you in the crowd anymore
I think its you but I cant be sure
Youre wearing disguises
Occasionally a girl surprises me
When she turns out to be you
Wearing disguises
I dont think you want me to see you ever again
And today I saw you dressed as a flower bed
Last week you had a wig on your head
Directing traffic in the street
And your shoes were too big for your feet
You were wearing disguises
Occasionally a girl surprises me
When she turns out to be you
Wearing disguises
[repeat first verse]
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
Wearing disguises
song performed by by Who
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Eyes Wide Opened
The light...
Bright,
Has been turned on.
Most who chose to delight in darkness,
Have come to realize...
This kept prize has been diminished.
This prize of darkness,
From them has been lifted.
Gone from its prolonged visit.
The light...
Bright,
Has been turned on.
And those fearing the sight of dawn,
Are being effectively etched away from it.
Those fearing the sight of dawn,
Are being minimized...
With the removal of their disguises.
Eyes wide opened welcome Sun rise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When, in Actuality...
If one has spent,
A lifetime of feeding upon nonsense...
With an unquestioned defending of it,
Difficult will it be...
To free one from such a mindset,
Of restricted limitations...
That does not afford one,
Eye opening and boundless visions...
Expanding one's consciousness.
Especially,
When there has been an enforcement to label...
Those around one,
As weirdos, misfits and freaks.
The very ones they have been taught to despise,
With a disrespect that is complete.
When,
In actuality...
These are the people who are 'not' in desperate need,
To change their lives.
When,
In actuality...
People like this long ago ostracized,
May have been the ones criticized...
However,
Reality has always been a consciousness for them lived.
And not one attempted to hide.
And today,
Those now found crying with tear duct swollen eyes...
Have too late awakened to realize,
Every known aspect of their lives...
Has been totally based upon manipulation.
And a deception of beliefs...
That has thrived upon platforms of lies and denials.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where's Daddy?
A small child cries out in the night,
As she longs for a Father who can not be there;
If she wishes long and hard enough, he might
Just show up one day, so that they may share
In one another's lives once again-
Allowing time's healing to finally begin!
'Where's Daddy? ' she asks, seemingly out of nowhere;
Her Mother cannot provide a proper answer-
She pretends all the while that she really does care,
Yet, her self-contempt has already spread, like a cancer!
The child has finally started to realize
That 'Mommy' is precisely what she was taught to despise:
She wears a mask, hiding her vicious lies;
The child ios left heart-broken-in a world of 'whys? '!
poem by Maurice Harris
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From Which They Receive No Substance
How do I feel,
About the escalating disrespect...
Shown to me?
And the pride I have taken,
In priding my identity?
That is a very good question.
And I am glad you asked it of me.
First and foremost...
I am not the one to be traumatized,
By an awakening...
To realize my entire existence,
Has been a hoax!
And that is why I stride with a dignity.
Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
And my consciousness,
Has never been sold to be stripped away from it.
Everything about me that 'appears'?
Is what it is!
Others may be here to make excuses for themselves.
And...
Out of mind and feeling out of place to escape from fates.
So unfortunate are the ones who have been 'hoaxed' to live...
Their lives they do not value.
And support themselves...
On a faith that is replaced on a daily basis,
From which they receive no substance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not One to Contemplate Exactness
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
Like myths and legions created,
To add more flavor to the actual reality.
Instead of sweepers of streets...
Some folks are lead to believe,
They have royalty in their ancestry!
And when someone tells me they know this to be true...
I think of the Quakers and Puritans!
And others who sailed the ocean blue...
To discover a land for me and you!
Please!
And what was that between Queen Isabella,
And Christopher Columbus in 1492?
When she took a 'special' interest in Native Americans!
She bent over backwards...
To have them treated fairly although enslaved them!
I am not one to contemplate exactness.
Or become absorbed in facts.
Especially those that are plagiarized...
To distort the origins that contradict,
From an updated freshness...
With a quick paste and clip,
To enhance what is not historic.
But,
One has to admit...
A lot of what 'was'
Has been romanticized to glorify,
The truth that did exist!
And who did the twisting to eventually benefit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost identity.
Lost identity.
My dream as a child.
Became a passion in my youth.
To search for my identity.
And search for the truth.
I differentiated myself from every other mortal.
I differentiated myself for a subtle known cause.
To be the best amongst all of them.
And to prevent them not to know of my identity loss
The good that I achieved
Doesn’t seem to be no more
Or probably it wasn’t good enough
For my conscience to be sure
I was probably the most competitive
In an effort to establish my superiority
I’m still to reach that ultimate position
To re-establish my lost identity.
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This Stuff Ain't Fresh
This stuff ain't fresh.
Just restated.
Updated to give it flair.
The same minds will ignore it.
And the proof will be there.
The rhythm changes.
With the same words repeated.
The beat is felt.
With those patting their feet.
A monotony delivers,
An expectation.
Yet no one will listen...
With dulled sensations.
This stuff ain't fresh.
Just restated.
Updated to give it flair.
The same minds will ignore it.
And the proof will be there.
Unless I write something,
About a 'monkey's butt'.
Only then,
Will all eyes stare!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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