Your Attempts To Question
Mock my beliefs,
With an emboldened disregard...
To have me seen,
As the one who comes to deceive...
With intentions to destroy your peace.
Something in your life you have yet to release.
And leave you I will,
To have you face those consequences...
I did not create or invent to put in place.
And your attempts to question how I knew,
Will still find you clueless...
With all of the evidence surrounding you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intentions of Myths
No matter 'who' God sends to us,
We must trust and not evaluate.
That unnecessary process (evaluation)
Is a ploy to deceive truth.
And keep it insignificant.
And the only thing that 'is' insignificant,
Are beliefs held to keep us limited.
In the experience of CREATION.
God's (The Earth, The Sun, The Moon) .
No piece is separated from the whole of its parts.
No whole can be sold on peace...
That is in a state of mental debate,
Kept separated from its Creator.
It doesn't work that way.
Not in 'this' reality we have come to call life!
We leave what is to seek its own purpose.
As God wills it!
Not our pretensions or the intentions of myths!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is That Truth Sought
To be condemned by a life,
One has chosen to live...
And has found success in the doing of it,
Can only leave those to question themselves...
Why a misery they have followed,
Has not bestowed upon them...
A happiness they see on faces,
From them that have been ostracized.
Where is that truth sought they seek...
That has from them been denied?
Where is it?
That has to be a question gone unanswered,
They keep hidden inside to disguise with lies.
Something defied can not find an ease to release...
With a showering of a peace,
Known and increases.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will You Be Able To Understand My Last Option, Or Just Tell Me I'm Wrong?
i can tell you how much i hate my life,
and still you would not understand my stuggles,
everyday i find myself in a place i don't like,
and can't seem to excape,
i wonder when i can find peace,
just to live my life,
to enjoy it like i use to,
but now it became hard,
my cloulds are gray,
with lots of rain,
and it seems like nobody even cares,
when i scream at the tops of my lungs,
it's like nobody hears,
they missing what's in front,
without knowing how to help,
it's like i'm trapped in a place,
i don't want to go,
but, nobody knows how to help,
lost and confused,
where my only option,
seems to be suicide,
but so many questions left remaining,
whether it be about my family,
and others i leave behind,
without a reason of my absance,
just a broken heart and anger,
into why i did it,
why i take the easy way out,
without getting help?
to me, my only question is,
what would they do?
it seems as if nobody can understand,
let alone find a way to help,
so my last question is,
why not do it,
everything else seem to already fail?
Copyright © 2009
11-18-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Do I Lie?
You can’t believe all that you see.
Because it’s on the internet,
does not mean automatically
that it is true. Do not forget
that anyone can claim to be.
A recognised authority.
In their attempts to influence
beliefs held by their audience.
Their version of reality
which they present with clarity
Examined scientifically
by anyone that’s curious
enough to take an interest.
Who wants to put it to the test.
If you are wise you cross refer
with other sources and compare.
To check on their veracity
and you will find quite frequently.
It’s someone’s half baked fantasy.
You have to use your common sense
interpreting the evidence.
It may be true I can’t deny
that is a possibility
but then again it may not be.
Its up to you must decide
Before you can be satisfied
If it is truth or falsity.
I think it’s best to check it out
Discard it if there’s any doubt.
As for myself I’m cynical
I find some claims are comical.
But you can choose what you believe.
My words could be meant to deceive.
27/08/2009
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Reluctance To Come Into Contact
I never thought that being mature,
And taking responsibility for my own actions...
That I, alone, choose to be held accountable for doing,
Would come to be regarded as showing signs of weakness.
And my reluctance to come into contact with those who deceive,
Now regarding me to be...
Inconsiderate, self-centered and disloyal,
Would leave them with beliefs that I have lost my mind!
It has taken me some time...
But I have found I am perfectly fine,
With the accepting of their beliefs...
That gives me a freedom to enjoy my peace without debating.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught Up and In Between Explanations
We make attempts to respect.
But we should not neglect
Our own peace of mind
Trying to find reasons...
Or excuses not to offend
For actions taken out of context
Or misunderstood by others!
That chips away from our intentions!
Especially when we find ourselves,
Caught up and in between explanations!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love And Peace Or Else
Lay down
Lay down
Lay your sweet lovely on the ground
Lay your love on the track
We're gonna break the monster's back
Yes we are...
Lay down your treasure
Lay it down now brother
You don't have time
For a jealous lover
As you enter this life
I pray you depart
With a wrinkled face
And a brand new heart
I don't know if I can take it
I'm not easy on my knees
Here's my heart you can break it
I need some release, release, release
We need
Love and peace
Love and peace
Lay down
Lay down your guns
All your daughters of Zion
All your Abraham sons
I don't know if I can make it
I'm not easy on my knees
Here's my heart and you can break it
I need some release, release, release
We need
Love and peace
Love and peace
Baby don't fight
We can talk this thing through
It's not a big problem
It's just me and you
You can call or I'll phone
The TV is still on
But the sound is turned down
And the troops on the ground
Are about to dig in
And I wonder where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Love and peace
song performed by by U2
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Claims Of Hurting From Deep Sorrow
Once one grows tired of pretenders,
And the routine of excuses they use...
To distract their lack of competence,
And total disregard for doing anything correctly.
It becomes difficult to take anything they do,
Seriously.
On any level that will prove,
They've done something without using someone else.
Even their claims of hurting from deep sorrow,
Attempts one to ask...
If they have any evidence of it!
With a wish to see it produced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cant Get Away
I miss laying on the concrete floors
I miss the way it was before
No one even knew me
Your eyes look right through me
And Im taking off your clothes
And you bloom like a rose
Cant get away from you
I cant get away from you
Oh oh
Where the ocean meets the land
Is like the sliding of your hair
It prickles up my skin
I can feel the changing weather
Im alone out on that coast
It sends memories of your ghost
Cant get away from you
I cant get away from you
I cant get away from you
I cant get away from you
Oh oh oh
One thing that turns me off
One thing that trips me up
One thing...
One thing youll never know
One thing I cannot show
One thing Im never going
I go and walk alone
I found it on my own
I
I cant find release and
..
Dont know when I can go home
Through the airport corridors
See the magazines in stores
If I see that face once more
You know I cant ignore it
And I recognize that pose
When you bloom like a rose
Cant get away from you
I cant get away from you
I cant get away from you
I cant get away from you
And with the government... another month away
Messed up places where we always stay
And its funny that we always pick these spots
Even with the have and the have-nots
Sleeping on cots
Wishin that I had some tater tots
And theres postcards written that I never send
The memories gone and wont come again
My the souls that find no peace
Still I look to you to find release, find release, find release
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Men do not invent Myths. They only invent fables, and tell lies. True Myths create themselves, and find their expression in the men who serve their purpose.
quote by Denis Johnston
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That man can destroy life is just as miraculous a feat as that he can create it, for life is the miracle, the inexplicable. In the act of destruction, man sets himself above life he transcends himself as a creature. Thus, the ultimate choice for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate.
quote by Erich Fromm
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Back Again?
How many times have I died before?
Much too many I'm sure.
The years and centuries are long gone,
yet here I am again.
Am I not content to dwell in peace
where war does not destroy men?
Must I insist and never accept
that this planet seems doomed to its fate?
Or am I an optimistic fool that wanders
towards an opportunistic date?
Surely there will come a time
when the dust and bones will sift
into the hearts of humanity
and allow their bodies to lift
to the level of the soul
that knows and feels its plight.
Another time, another place,
another me with a different face
is back again to try,
to try an figure out why
this strange lure won't leave.
It will never bring truth.
It will always deceive.
But there's something about this big old earth
that draws me in like a magnet.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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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!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creations
Michelangelo’s paint was nothing until focused and combined.
Beethoven composed masterpieces as his hearing declined.
Ford brought roads to life with miracle cars he designed.
Internet was a once a quixotic dream with no supporters to find.
But these creations are just a blink compared to precious birth.
Hearts and bodies entwine as another being enriches the earth.
Each entity nothing before, enjoys potentially magnanimous worth;
A chance to create or destroy in an ambiance of sorrow or mirth.
Time is short and pressures great as each attempts to survive.
Each that strains to create will find worlds open as it ties to strive.
More creations in arts, sciences plus politics and industry thrive.
Each of destruction and sorrow sees its life wasn’t really ever live.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Status Quo Ante
Diversity...
Is a rehearsal of intentions,
Practice within boundaries...
Of protected traditions.
To insure the status quo ante,
Is represented in ways not to offend
Values non existing although referenced...
When making comparisons to uphold quotas!
And keeping the 1800's fresh...
Although outdated to keep a way of life 'alive'
With a dieing progress...
That seeks to control and re-invent change!
In attempts to prevent a constant evolution.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beliefs have the power to create and the power to destroy. Human beings have the awesome ability to take any experience of their lives and create a meaning that disempowers them or one that can literally save their lives.
quote by Tony Robbins
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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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