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  6397.     

Is It One's Diet That Hypnotizes?

'My doctor told me I had this.
And...
From what I've been told,
I am convinced...
I should do that which is recommended.'

When did it become difficult to distinguish,
Between that which one is told...
And that which one feels,
In opposition to what one should do...
To enhance a quicker healing?

I have shut down.
I had to.
With two steps back to look around.
To witness without a dismissing of this...
People with afflictions allowing their minds,
And bodies...
Being used as experiments.

Never before have I observed so many people,
Limping with canes.
Or slowly shuffling along,
As if a weight carried on their shoulders...
Caused them excruciating pain,
With wishes to have it remain.

Is the diet that hypnotizes?
Or is it one's selfishness that resides within?
Revealed and kept,
As if repayment for 'sins'?

'My doctor told me I had this.
And...
From what I've been told,
I am convinced...
I should do that which is recommended.'

Is this the mindset that has created this epidemic?
And if I refuse to be indoctrinated...
Will my healing achieved be perceived,
By those who accept designer diseases...
As one to isolate,
From their interpretation of life.
And how best to appreciate it.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  6398.     

Is It Or Is It 'Not' About The Work?

I have often heard it said...
'THIS is 'not' about YOU!
THIS is about the WORK.
And EVERYONE's participation.'

And on that I agree.
Wholeheartedly.
HOWEVER,
'This' I do know...
IF my participation is mediocre,
And the WORK should fail?
With a focus directly given?
Guess 'who' will 'then'...
Get more attention without seeking it.
From anyone to have it mentioned?

'What do you 'think' was missing from the project? '

I have no clue.
It was 'you' who said it was about the WORK.
Now...
If you wish to make it about my contribution?
I remember you distinctly,
Expressing your thoughts about a 'collective' participation.
Is it or is it 'not' about the work?
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  6399.     

Is It Poetry?

Is it poetry?
Is this...
My chance to express,
That which I wish.

To say in a way,
I find less direct.
A way I've discovered,
My feelings are hidden best.
Although my thoughts seem to connect...
In a way I find you may or may not accept.

Is it poetry?
Is this...
My chance to express,
That which I wish.
Or...
Am I just calling it that?
To escape traps that define,
Minds like mine...
Complexed in compositions.
 
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  6400.     

Is It Possible

Is it possible,
To hold others responsible...
For a decline of one's quality of life.
As they sit and do nothing,
To prevent a pile of trash...
That collects upon the streets,
In neighborhoods in which they live?
Of course it is.

Is it possible,
To hold others accountable...
For children unable to read or write.
As their parents spend countless nights,
Partying and nodding from stupors...
Right in their children's sight.
Yes.
Of course it is.
This is possible.

Is it possible,
To lay the blame with claims...
Someone who sacrifices time and their skills,
To hear people say...
None of what is done comes their way.
And these same people take no stand.
But a procrastinating is what they do...
While awaiting for someone to come hold their hands.
Not only is this possible.
It is a followed procedure.

Is it possible that those who show,
Themselves clearly out of their minds...
To find acceptable excuses to make time after time.
And how it is someone else attracted them to sit...
In acceptance of this.
As they lacked a motivation to ignite their behinds.
While they seek to define,
Ways to excuse their involvement.
Need you ask?

Is it possible,
That such laziness...
Can rise to unquestionable heights of power unresisted?

Yes!
It is quite possible.
Although defensive are those maintaining...
The insecurity of their sensitivities.
And expensive it has been,
To keep their wishes protected.
And the torment of reality,
Away as an enemy to diminish and defeat.
All of this is possible.
Even for those who have yet to awaken,
From generations of deep sleep.
This is part of their entitlement.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 
 
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