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With A Bluntness That Hits

Who is it that travels on the path of truth,
Ultimately finding they are alone.
And unpopular?

Who is it that reveals they speak without deceit,
And become greeted by opposition...
From many they meet.

People today,
Are addicted to the sweet taste of delusion.
Anyone confusing their needs for a fix...
With a bluntness that hits,
Is considered a misfit!

Who is it that travels on the path of truth,
Ultimately finding they are alone.
And unpopular?

Who is it that reveals they speak without deceit,
And become greeted by opposition...
From many they meet.
In times when people are seeking,
More feeding of their fantasies

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fake An Amnesia

When a truth spoken,
Reveals overwhelming opposition...
There 'is' an alternative one can take.

Keep a truth known protected,
Not to be exposed,
In places where delusion is the main event.
And celebrated on a regular basis.

It pays first for one to be observant,
To that which is highly regarded.
No matter what temptations present themselves,
To tease with a going against the grain...
Of what is accepted and cherished as tradition.

When a truth spoken,
Reveals overwhelming opposition...
There 'is' an alternative one can take.
Fake an amnesia!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those With Unenlightened Appetities

Opposition to a united position,
People are seeking and more than wish...
With intentions to mend and heal,
That which has been broken.
Reveals more each day...
A division amongst people inflicted,
And led astray does not pay.

Not for the ones held to limitations,
By those who wish their greed and selfishness...
Creates and establishes a strong foundation.
But instead have done more to produce conflicts,
Than insist a respect for all is needed with commitment.
If greatness is to exist to be for everyone to witness.

And not just a myth a few feast upon,
That is kept exclusively.
Until defeat widens the cracks that invite failure.
Showing an opposition to that which is right,
Seems always there to be on the side...
Of those with unenlightened appetites.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Spite of Opposition

If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!

In spite of oppostion,
Of those who say he lacks experience.
Although he shows qualities,
They themselves have not yet shown.
He is a man of color...
And that they regret.
They rather show images of those of color...
As children needing diapers changed,
Because they are still 'wet'!
And they want this known.

If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!

And he represents a time...
In which people in the right minds,
Seek an updated image...
Of what others rather see,
Enforcibly diminished!
But a darkness lifts...
To allow those to see,
Truth in reality they can believe.

In spite of opposition...
Conflicts existing,
Seem pointless to keep inflicting.
And the greed of it...
Reveals the minds of those sick,
Who insist to feast upon their wickedness to feed.

And in spite of opposition,
He proves he is the best choice to select...
And to lead.
Whatever he lacks...
He still over his opposition succeeds.
Leaving people to question:

'If he lacks experience...
Why have the people 'experienced' the mess,
His opposition who say they are more qualified...
Digress with such mess and wish for more of it to leave! ? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silence and Talking

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts
You cannot stand the solitude of your heart, so you speak out
Indeed, you talk from fear of being alone,
Sound becomes a diversion and a pass-time

The silence of aloneness reveals your naked self, so you seek escape
You talk without knowledge revealing truth you do not understand

When you meet a friend let spirit guide your lips and direct speech
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
His soul will know the truth from your heart
Like the taste of wine remembered,
When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more

poem by Ray Lucero
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It is safest to take the unpopular side in the first instance. Transit from the unpopular is easy... but from the popular to the unpopular is so steep and rugged that it is impossible to maintain it.

quote by William Lamb Melbourne
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People Who Use Love

Love and deceit,
Can not meet to greet...
Happily under one roof.

There may have been some,
Who have tried to do this.
But loyalty and devotion...
Is not a commodity to dilute.

People who use love,
As if they are exchanging...
A pair of tight fitting shoes,
Are also the ones who say they pray...
And afraid to tell the truth!

Love and deceit,
Can not meet to greet...
Happily under one roof.
And those who do it,
Are in constant conflict...
With those who refuse...
To put up with their,
Alibis and mood shifts!

To have an acceptance,
From those to approve...
As if it's okay to choose confusion too!

As if they can get away...
With whatever they do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My esoteric doctrine, is that if you entertain any doubt, it is safest to take the unpopular side in the first instance. Transit from the unpopular, is easy... but from the popular to the unpopular is so steep and rugged that it is impossible to maintain it.

quote by Lord Melbourne
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Deception and Its Relatives

One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.

Historically speaking...
When has truth,
Ever been a prioroity?
What are myths?
And what known event...
Has never been embellished?

As powerful as truth is...
The dismissing of it,
Has become a part...
Of why some people exist.
Only the ones choosing to do this...
Seem to be the ones ostracized.

One's inability,
To face the truth...
Should not be a reflection,
Of one's integrity.
With a declaration...
Of deceit being one's motive.

And if that was the case,
Everything people have been led to believe...
About whatever it is that they perceive,
Would have to be erased...
As tremendous lies.
Told for the purpose of keeping fantasies alive.

And we all know what affect,
The effectiveness of facts leaves on minds...
Unsuspecting,
That the producing of facts...
Somehow,
Has a direct connection to revealing truth.

And who knew,
That facts, truth and honesty...
Operated on a different level as a close family.
Than deception and its relatives.
Although denial and amnesia...
Can be debated to be first cousins.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad But The Truth Is On

There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.

Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.

It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.

Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.

It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.

Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.

Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.

It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.

It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stay silent to survive

Stay silent to survive.

People cannot stand to hear the truth.
They are at your throat if you speak it.
They keep away from those who speak it.
But truth is sweet to its lovers!

Truth destroys shara.
Brings rapture to its lovers,
And unexpected riches,
Which shara obscures.

Those lovers cannot remain silent
Who have inhaled the fragrance of truth.
Those who have plaited love into their lives,
Leave this world of falsehood.

Bulla Shah speaks the truth.
He uncovers the truth of shara.
He opens the path to the fourth level,
Which shara obscures.

poem by Bulleh Shah
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The Opposition aren't really the Opposition. They're just called the Opposition. But in fact they are the Opposition in exile. The Civil Service are the Opposition in residence.

quote by Antony Jay
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Committed Transgressions

Ultimately they will pay.
Those, they and them alone.
Or with others condoned,
Who have committed transgressions.

With wide eyed disturbing belief,
They begin to experience the grief...
From the implementation initiated,
By incredible deceit left to leave the innocent,
Weeping.

They will ultimately pay,
For ruining these lives...
By lies told to betray.
And today...
Not tomorrow will their sorrows start.

Those in 'professions' confessed to transgress...
Will feel the piercing for them felt deep.
For unforgiveable misdeeds leaked.
To market a peace unreachable.
Although teased by an increase of weapons used.
Coming to eventually burn their minds.
As reminders of the people and the times they abused!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now, Who Is Trampling On Whose Rights?

So now, who is trampling on whose rights?
How come they can speak and express
Their warped views and degraded sights
Yet filter out those they feel transgress?

Such hypocrisy these gay community does
Swaying a one-side kind of freedom
Demanding acceptance and yet it has
Blatantly mocked the voice of some.

We too have a right to speak against it
To speak our piece, we too have a right!
Nobody can dictate their rules that forfeit
Our moral standards for which we will fight.

So now it reveals this groups seeks to mar
What is normal and true, God's conditions -
They will block opposition and will go so far
As to cut out our Freedom of expression!

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden

I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.

No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.

And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.

And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Talking XX

And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking."

And he answered, saying:

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;

And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.

And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.

And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.

Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;

For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered

When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

poem by Khalil Gibran
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Options of Deceit

I would find truth offensive too...
If I had not allowed myself a break,
From my delusions.

And what I discovered about truth...
Had me dilute those delusions,
Until I was able to let them go completely.

I did not know truth and honesty...
Were not options of deceit?
Did you?

I believed deceit was used,
To protect those afraid to be too honest.
And I had heard that truth hurts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deludify

'She was apparently healthy.
But how did she die? '

As those question themselves...
While viewing the body of a woman,
Who had been mummified and die...
Over three thousand years ago.

And it would seem to me,
That this woman had died from the death.
Perhaps she was healthy when she lived...
But those questions to me seem so inept.

Like the adsurdities expressed,
By those wishing to leave realities unaddressed.
Even though they are obvious to see...
People wish to heighten their fantasies.
And 'deludify' them,
With pretense and sweetened ignorance.

Note: Deludify? One who deludes an obvious truth,
as it is accepted by conformed 'normality'.
Normality? That which one had before truth deludified it
by the use of deceit! Deceit? Lies told to persuade one's belief.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let truth prevail

*Satya mev jayte* is ancient saying with clear message
"Let the truth prevail and score in all the ages"
Often spoken by many people when under duress
Worry lines clearly seen and observed on the faces

Satya or truth has remained an illusory concept
A person always claiming to be near truth with act
Leaving behind a long tail of suspicion
With no force of conviction and precision

The truth has been pushed behind for metaphor phrase
It may look nice to hear but strong enough to fall back in chase
People may take an oath to speak truth but rely upon bundles of untruth
Yet find not guilty at heart and find the way convenient and smooth

No doubt ultimate end may be pleasant with strict following
But no one may like it on face and finally disallowing
Advance the arguments and follow the same path as others are doing
Under the lame excuse" we are only human being"

Neither have I reason to dispute the easy flow
Nor any advice for others to blindly go
Yet truth can't be denied for its forceful impact
When you are on right path with powerful act

Eyes may reflect magnetic waves to spell magic
The feet may move decisively to speak its basic
It may dishearten or discourage when pursued
But over all result may certainly be viewed

To speak untruth and take a shield has become an art
It has made us politicians to adopt it as an inseparable part
It is argued convincingly and followed with little regret
But truth has remained truth for people not to forget

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Learning, Virtue And Piety

My truth shall echo through all those you have infected;
At last, the wrong you have made shall be corrected;
Shame should fill thy heart with each passing day,
Your lies fade with your resolve, yet my truth doth stay!

All the help in the world will not-
All the time in the world shall not-
Aid you in your shameful ruse,
As it's deceit, the path you did choose!

Fate has given me great responsibility and power-
I shall fail not, as you, in my finest hour!
I value truth, more than you could e'er know,
It shall determine whether you stay or 'go'!

Learning, Virtue and Piety-my Alma Mater's Triple Crown;
These precepts lift me up after your deceit had knocked me down!

Maurice Harris,3 August 2008

poem by Maurice Harris
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A Visitor Amongst The Unconscious

Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
Yes...
That is exactly what it is I do.

I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.

They are all over the place!
Like...
Denial.
Decadence.
Thoughtle ssness and disrespect.

'Hey buddy?
Yeah you.
Watch your step!
There is a child in diapers,
Following you.
Don't you hear him calling you 'daddy' too? '

I marvel at the way,
Folks skip with a leap over reality.
To embrace with a welcoming,
Any sign of deceit that is greeted warmly.
With an ignoring of those hungry and homeless,
Surrounding them on the streets.
As if this pasttime entertains,
To become remembered as a bitterness...
Eventually endeared as sweet.

And pretend,
Most do...
As if this is part of the scenery.

I admit my insights,
Can be rather biting.
But I am not on a mission,
To identify pretentions.
There is nothing mysterious,
About them to be pursued.

They are as common as pigeons.
Or garbage on the streets...
People accept as signs of affection!

Maybe I am a bit more cynical.
With the same craving...
To taste forbidden truth.
On some days,
That is exactly what it is I do.
And feeling very much...
A visitor amongst the unconscious.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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