With Minds Singed
There is a shallow mindedness...
That keeps some wishing,
In reminiscing times missed!
Gone and yet meant for them to linger.
Bringing back a hopefulness...
That do not in these moments exist!
Refusing to live in the 'Here and Now'.
Carrying furrows upon their brows.
Struggling...
To drag yesterday into tomorrow!
With sorrows that do not comfort them.
In a deluded safety!
They can borrow again,
And again!
Dead on arrival are their lost pleasures.
And treasures losing luster!
Since what comes...
Dumbfounds the traumatized.
Shutting all lips and stunning surprised eyes.
Silencing those who once criticized.
And paralyzing those who run and defy...
With minds that still try to hide,
Their evil ways.
Those days are fading!
Quicker than false prayers are prayed...
To lay restrictions upon those betrayed.
With a wish to seduce new victims.
Those who reach each day
Seeking truth...
From their suffered abuses,
From fools using excuses.
Annointed by those who introduced them,
To these misdeeds!
That reduce them to express such indignities!
Will find that very few of them will remain.
Or succeed.
Gaining nothing that will sustain their delights.
Dissolving in flames
With minds singed day and night.
And nothing hinged onto a reality...
Kept flourished to nurture,
These false identities.
Coming for them to an end!
A 'changing' is upon us.
And all dimensions will be revealed.
A healing will take place...
As the year 2012 approaches,
With a widened understanding.
And an assortment of strange
And different faces...
We will learn to embrace!
Or become lost in an ignorance,
That is slowly being erased and replaced!
Dimensions are merging,
Whether or not we accept...
These changes taking place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Changing Dimensions Seen
Changing dimensions seen.
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
People sharing with a caring.
Changing dimensions seen.
And racists are considered sick.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed and quick!
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
That peace resisted over-rules,
And those who cling to hate are fools.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
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Not On a Search and Recovery Mission
The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.
There are some,
Wishing a slowing down was done.
To re-evaluate and save...
The very best of those yesterdays.
The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.
With few reminiscing,
How things use to be.
A rush to a higher consciousness...
Comes regardless of those disliking it!
Those preferring to keep themselves hidden.
And not understanding that eyes cleared to see...
Can see where they are, who they are, where they hide
And who they have claimed to be!
The old ways.
Are fading quicker...
Without hesitations made.
Along with children's tricks.
And those adults who played them...
Too often with addictions,
They could not grow up or away from.
With excuses made as if to influence,
By the use of leftover ignorance.
And expecting an acceptance,
Of a refreshened forgiveness.
'What concepts of this life,
Connects in their minds? '
You familiar with that song,
'Que Sera, Sera'
Whatever Will Be Will Be.
And it goes on to say...
The future's not ours to see!
Well...
Let this be said,
Some folks aren't in the 'moment'
To see anything!
Future, present or past participles...
Addressing the texture of the one with perfect nipples.
I am not on a search and recovery mission.
And no guilt befalls my peaceful sleep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
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Seduced to Feed Upon Beliefs
I keep reminding myself...
people are where they are in their minds.
In a comfort that appeases.
And seduced to feed,
Upon beliefs that increases...
A conformity released.
And that conformity 'is' their reality.
Regardless if that mindset has been created,
To control and confine the minds of its own kind!
It is its own creation.
And that...
Once upon a time,
Was a successful process.
One declaring itself 'divine'.
But today...
There is a truth of our existence that prevails.
With a persistence that knocks down false walls!
And people have become confused.
Unaccepting of this action taking place.
Although they pray to 'God'
For an understanding they approve.
Many self righteous have become offended,
By what has been revealed to them.
And faces reflecting their blemishes...
Are rejected.
And they pay the cost,
Not to be recognized outside.
But 'inside' can be found those souls that suffer.
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De-Mystified
Demystified are these days now existing.
Coming to pry closed eyes open.
Abruptly to startle without finesse!
Demystified are these days now existing.
Many are surprised,
By the turn of events!
While those of fading power,
Scurry to seek shelter...
In their final hour.
Feel pushed up against,
Thick concrete walls...
Trying to avoid,
Being locked up behind...
Razor sharpened,
Barbed wire fences!
And still they search for excuses,
To relieve themselves from their blatant abuses...
And evidence of their offenses.
Inhumane they have been!
These misdeeds should get them lynched!
When secrets kept...
Find them inept!
But they create defenses 'still',
To hide behind lies in an overkill.
With attempts to deny and convince,
The laws in place...
Are to be changed; erased, replaced!
There are no boundaries set...
To limit their disgraces.
Touched by mental ills!
And those believed blinded,
By their dose of crimes ungrounded.
Rejoice when the time comes...
When these crooks are finally confined,
For their atrocities done!
And demystifying a reach for peace...
These thieves enjoyed,
Decreasing in pieces!
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From A Growing Observation
Anyone living today,
Lost in between false identities...
And not knowing from which of the many delusions,
To pick and keep...
With standards valued slipping from their reach,
Are more than just confused...
In times that seek clear and unclouded visions.
Since those who have long chosen paths to walk,
With a faith communicated and with less talk...
Are not the ones these days,
Found following anyone crazed.
Or teased by promises to taste slices of apple pie.
Those who have chosen to label them as such...
'Crazed with strange ways! '
Seem not to know 'who' they are,
Or for what purpose they exist to hustle, bustle and rush...
To live lives for materialistic reasons to impress,
Throughout each season!
And from a growing observation of those evaluating,
These 'priorities'...
Appear to be a fading cause to provide one happiness.
Although...
Quick they are to defend their chaotic existence,
To announce themselves as, 'Followers of God's wishes.'
Really?
Well...
I hope God forgives the rest of us,
For interpreting His or Her 'wishes'...
With a seeking of a better way to live our lives,
That has a lot less upheaval and no turmoil.
But thank you for the invitation anyway.
We've decided we'd rather have God judge our ways.
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Hurting From Inside
Pretensions used as a defense fails.
A truth of a reality,
Impales an ignorance.
They wish the blood that seeps,
Stops an honesty that can not be faced.
But they are not willing to heal the pain,
Hurting from inside.
They wish alone to cry.
The bleeding does not subside.
And denial keeps them fading,
With false dignities!
Exposing a tattered pride that all can see.
This is perceived to conceal their grief.
And yet it is not hidden!
A cure desired does not publicly endure,
Their constant sorrows.
They choose to refuse to admit,
The origin of their pain!
Denouncing the reason why they see no gains!
And they remain,
Lost amongst themselves...
Without identities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Everyone's Lips As An Expectation
Those tasks one is given to complete,
Are not to be done to inspire 'awe'.
Tests that challenge are not easy missions.
And will be finished when a direction is given.
And those seeking an easy life to live,
Without a bruise to get...
Are the ones campaigning,
With others of like minds...
To comfort their insecurities,
Through acts of fault finding!
Wishing them 'good luck'...
Would not be in their favor!
And their numbers...
Are slowly decreasing.
With an acknowlegement understood,
That seems to be growing of this.
Accountability is on the rise.
With eyes on those who are opposed,
To carrying their own weight!
Excuses embellished,
With exaggeration..
Has been dismissed.
And this is to be done,
With or without signs of appreciation.
It is on everyone's lips as an expectation.
Since these times we live are not for charade.
With a delivery of a message sent,
That will be made clear!
And adhering to it is advisable.
Or...
There are always those consequences,
Many seem not to mind to pay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In God’s Ways
We can know The Lord’s Ways, upon a path paved by Grace,
One that takes us to the place, where we accept God by faith,
As He lifts a veil from our face, the Truth of God we embrace,
Truth for all of the human race, revealed to us to God’s praise.
This grace takes all as they are, as fallen sinners near and far,
Right to the Cross of Calvary, where grace opens eyes to see,
Their need to embrace the Cross, as fallen men spiritually lost,
And to accept The Savior’s Love, to be cleansed in His Blood.
This is only where men start, as sinners with a change of heart,
When we believe in Christ Jesus, new direction, He gives to us,
Redirecting each heart and mind, to leave our old ways behind,
As we begin to follow Jesus Christ, in what becomes a new life.
In His Ways we learn to live, through the Spirit, God would give,
Through His Word we are lead, when with God, we move ahead,
Parting from the dark of night, we begin to live in Christ’s Light,
As we surrender to Jesus Christ, His Spirit helps us live our life.
We find God’s Ways we can trust, as our Lord takes care of us,
Sustaining us through all our days, while we live in God’s Ways,
Living our life on the narrow way, He helps us to grow each day,
As God helps us in all our ways, so we lift up to God our praise.
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Surfacing From Their Narrow Crevices
Now surfacing from their narrow crevices...
Most are surprised,
There is a truth that thrives.
Eyes squenched from darkness,
As sunlight hits.
They become witnesses of others...
Living their lives as if those coming out,
Had not and do not for them exist.
Doing their best to catch up with the times,
They find themselves lost...
With minds left behind.
And holding onto values oxidized from rust...
They are thrusted into a world,
Unknown to them and they do not trust.
As they try to solicit others to acknowledge,
Their attempts to awaken and catch up!
They slowly become aware,
They are the ones who chose to hide in crevices.
Worshipping their gluttony...
With a lust that kept them stuck in ruts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Brewing Scent Of Freshly Made Coffee
It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
From observation, felt and experienced as presented...
That those who use other than truth to tell,
Actually are not convinced others are aware they lie.
Since alibis and excuses behind which they hide,
Has been something done to do all of their lives.
And their delusions have become their defense mechanisms.
But today,
Those embellishments exaggerated are easily chased away.
And facing consequences as a result of their defenses,
Has created their dilemmas and conflicts with their entitlements.
Some people will create right in the face of others,
There own versions of what is going on.
With eyes are pure as those seen coming from children.
And this isn't given as an option to express,
Their difference of opinion to address.
This comes from refusing to accept the absence of alternatives.
And what has taken place is immediately from them mentally erased.
Leaving feelings of abandonment,
By those who have been fantasized all their lives.
That is why they protest with a nonacceptance of a reality that is!
Although those realities as they are have never before to them been felt.
And no one seems to acknowledge,
The brewing scent of freshly made coffee...
There!
And everywhere in the air for all to get a deep whiff of it.
'That 'smell'?
What is it? '
~I have not a clue.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Horizon Welcomes
Everyday...
As the Sun comes,
To enlighten us with a dawning...
Without a hint of yesterday to leave.
We either choose to reach forward,
Or linger reminiscing...
'That' which had been experienced,
With perhaps wishes to change.
And accept it or not...
Everyday as the Sun comes,
For the ones receptive to the giving...
A yesterday lived has been done!
Today has erased and replaced,
All that had been touched to leave...
To move on before the horizon welcomes,
A setting Sun from view!
We live to love to leave...
Memories.
We give to take to receive...
Blessings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Roland Lost
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
He wondered too far now
He is lost and lonely
Little roland all alone
Cause he cant find his way
Wish I was home in the arms of my mom
Shes the one to protect me
But here I am in the woods by myself
Wont somebody find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
I see a path maybe this is the way
That leads to safety
No just a dead end leading to nowhere
Wont somebody find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Little roland see your field eyes
Little legs running wildly
Comes the night, strange noises
Guess hes lost forever
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
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Defeating Insecurities
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
Look!
Simply put.
Flourishing hype and propaganda,
Debated for the purposes to maintain greatness...
Does not meet to satisfy,
Those pushed to the streets...
To glorify a losing quality of life.
Simply put,
And without proper etiquette...
Days of high profile postering,
In stances taken now weakened.
Has increasingly decreased a respect once received,
Defeating insecurities...
And those pretentions kept to have others believe.
Politics and indecisions exposed,
Does not keep aged old traditions fading...
Upper most in the minds of those in tattered clothes.
Fresh minds advancing to reach new plateaus...
Have decades ago,
Left horse drawn carriages.
While a population strolled along,
Under oil lighted street lamps...
Slowly walking upon those cobbled stone roads.
And the ones holding positions,
To keep days and times like this standing still...
Are the very same people,
Wishing to keep an implementation...
Of this mindset for many no longer exists.
An ignorance cemented and does not self examine,
Loses more than memories to relive and breathe.
Minds fixed and stubborn inflict wounds never to heal.
Wounds future generations will remember as revealed,
As those times when their ancestors fed upon greed...
And lost an opportunity for a greatness to seal.
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open Minds, Eyes, Ears and 'Dialogue
Making attempts,
To reach back for times...
That should have long been lived,
And put into existence THEN...
Will not do a thing for you 'now'.
And you were told that,
When those times then...
Were behind the times!
Just like a season or a holiday missed,
That has gone...
Think of your mind like that.
Something once here...
But now has gone.
Remember when you were teaching me,
And others a lesson by ignoring our suggestions?
Remember you made it a point to tell your friends,
You wish I'd learned how to mind my business...
And live my life,
Since you knew more about yours?
Well...
You should have seen these days,
We now live.
You and others like you...
Are the only ones asking, 'What is happening? '
Open minds, eyes, ears and 'dialogue'...
Should have revealed that to you!
And you were right...
I have learned to mind my own business.
As The World Turns,
I have One Life To Live...
To remain Bold and Beautiful.
And no more will I be giving my time,
To those who are Young and Restless...
In their minds.
I am not living for that kind of drama!
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Sons Snd Daughters Of My Country...
yes, they all come back,
sons and daughters of
my country
wherever they may have sailed
wherever they may have flown
to search
that greener pastures in their
minds,
after a while
on dreams fulfilled or
dreams that failed
they all come back
and repair what had been neglected
and put back what had been lost and broken
their children lost from the warmth of their love
soon shall find a home in the memory of their minds
their country destroyed
soon shall find the comfort back to their working hands
yes, they all come back
no matter what
this country is their home
the place where their dead hearts shall soon be entombed
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Gone Are Those Days of False Portrayals
Some...
Even today,
Remain on the fence.
Needing to be convinced...
Change has come.
They are the ones,
Chained and bound to yesterday.
Looking to find lost footsteps...
That have long since faded away.
Remarkably they sit,
Insisting to do this in stubbornness.
With vivid memories of a clinging past,
That sweeps away like dust from them...
And has drifted in the air ever so fast.
Like precious sand trapped in an hour glass...
Those days spent in minds repeating events,
Again and again...
Is a useless task.
With superstitions and traditions replaced...
Many can not face,
A forever wished...
Does not welcome a higher consciousness.
And this 'evolution' will continue to persist.
With or without invitation.
Or a decision to make...
One chooses to believe they can hesitate.
Does an earthquake warn before it shakes?
Nor does God awaits...
For those who say the 'believe' in Him!
But afraid to step out into the world with faith.
Gone are those days of false portrayals.
Truth and reality is amongst us, people.
And so clear it is...
Their 'visits' have arrived without disguise.
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Beyond The Palace Gates
Beyond the palace gates
There are gardens lost to Eden’s ghost.
Truth and truth be told
Forever young and never old,
Embrace me I’m cold.
Here we are fresh youth
Flesh proof of life’s decay
Find me, lord of the day
Entwined in the arms of the goddess Night.
Find me set within my ways
Find me set in stone
Find me and you’ve lost your way
Forever I’m alone.
Go you! Find me a wife
Embodiment of all that is love divine
With ocean eyes that catch the drift sublime.
Bless the world in the days undressing.
Caress me, touch me, and never leave me.
Believe me when I say
The night and day become me.
Lord and Lady ecstasy
Divinity
Reality
All are the web in weaving
Express yourself
Undress yourself
Kiss me if you’re leaving.
Here we are a generation reborn
Scorned by our father’s hand
Taught to rape not love the land.
Chimney stacks. Torture racks
Stretching our mother’s lungs.
Stretch me out of time.
Where am I?
Where is my mind?
The hills are giants sleeping
Keeping watch in slow movements
Changing with the moment
Rearranging the faces of ochre and umber.
Emerald gales and cloud shadows.
My friends they are lost as I,
Seeking all that was promised to us
Through fairy tale philosophies.
Sing a lullaby lament for our good friend Socrates.
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Nothing Like a Dose Of Reality
What has been said,
Has been said.
What has been done,
Has been done.
People can flaunt their religious attiutudes.
And call themselves what they want.
Be it Christian, Moslem, Protestan or Jew.
If feelings are hurt,
A forgiveness will not do it.
Manipulations take place.
And people are accustomed,
To give false smiles to hide their two faces.
However,
When feelings are hurt...
It is over!
When misdeeds are done...
Bitterness is not easily erased.
These are not just words,
Written to impress on a page.
Observe this as it is.
And not from a rose colored perspective.
There is nothing like a dose of reality,
To capture in one's mind.
To then leave delusions, fantasies and pretentions behind.
When reality can be approached,
And honesty accompanies...
Necessities to plan, create and/or start wars,
Will end!
Hopefully before ignorance destroys this planet.
Mother Nature aint into manipulation.
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