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All my life I have sought affection.
And not getting that,
As it was craved.
Leaving me disillusioned to experiment.
Re-inventing my needs,
In many lustful ways.
Those hetero and homo visits,
Had frequently appeared on my metro hit list.
Increasingly with disappointments.
Although a couple I admit I could not resist.
Masturbations done,
Came at times to satisfy.
And yet in my mind's eye...
I fantasized,
A one on one to come and gratify.
All my life,
I have sought affection.
The kind I liked and could not deny.
But those quick trips with tricks,
And one night stands to get things licked...
Were good enough for me.
When I needed to sweat without complication.
And sex climaxed done and detached,
Was sweeter when left.
And a goodbye was then applied...
With no committment to the act of it!
Committments, I admit...
Do scare me to death.
Or the holding of my breath,
If the performance expected...
Had not been my best!
It is easier to leave.
Than be with someone,
Wished to go away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Call My Name
When you call my name.
Don't think of me a beast.
I did my best
And you arrested me in doubt.
When you call my name...
Don't put the blame on me.
You did admit
That we should quit
Whatever this was...
And what's done is dead!
WHY do you take time to bother me?
WHY can't your mind just rest in peace?
WHY are your trying to be so sweet?
My bitterness increases.
When you call my name.
Don't think of me a beast.
Don't think the dial tone that you hear...
Is tinged with deep hidden affection,
That has long decreased.
There is no goodness left done I can do for you!
Especially when doing my best,
To have you say I am good for nothing!
I should accept these rejections and dance?
When you call my name...
Don't put the blame on me.
You did admit
That we should quit
Whatever this was...
And what's done is dead!
My roaring days are gone!
Is that what you expected?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Know if I Like It
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
And...
Why,
Can't I find the time...
To,
Determine the reason or the rhyme...
You are in my mind,
Haunting.
You're haunting every move regardless what I do.
Haunting all my moods,
No matter what I choose...
You are there.
You are,
Everywhere.
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
Even in my dreams...
And I don't know if I like it.
Even my routines...
And I don't know if I like,
You are there.
You are everywhere.
In different scenes I see,
You are there everythere within me...
Haunting.
Why,
Are you in my mind...
More,
Than I'd like to admit.
More,
Than I can resist.
I don't know if I like it.
Or why it is invited...
To live and breathe so deep in me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking For Something
Is there a good way to say goodbye
When youre leaving all you had cause your love has run dry
Is there a good way to be a bad girl
When youre taking all thats given from the world
Is there a good way to move ahead
Without selling out your soul for some water or some bread
Is there a good way to learn your lesson and stay alive
Chorus
Ive been looking for something all of my life
Maybe in some other city Ill see the light
Is there a good way to say goodbye
To this fantasy world to this lie
Is there a good way to get out before youre jaded
I need to find a good way to say goodbye
Is there a good way to say goodbye
Chorus
Ive been looking for something all of my life
Maybe in some other city Ill be alright
Is there a good way to leave him alone
When you find his love just hits too close to home
Is there a good way to deny everything you thought you needed
I need to find a good way to say goodbye
Is there a good way to say goodbye
Chorus
Ive been looking for something all of my life
Maybe Ill find somebody wholl make things alright
Ive been looking for something all of my live
Maybe in some other city Ill be alright
Ive been looking for you
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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I Do Admit This
I must admit,
I've gone through several personality shifts...
During my lifetime.
Finding those adjustments not so easy to take.
But glad that God took the time with me,
To make those growth periods...
Ones I now appreciate.
I must admit,
I've had great teachers.
Several I did not meet in classrooms either.
I've had close relationships with those,
Who taught me lessons to keep.
I must admit,
I miss my grandparents and parents.
Ex-wives and tight friends who in my life,
And in my mind....
Will always exist.
It seems those who were most interested in me,
Are gone.
And for some reason what they taught,
Has left me powerfully strong.
And I do admit this...
So much of their presence lives within me.
I feel them surrounding me constantly.
Whether this is memory or actual occurrence.
I must admit,
They've assisted in my endurance.
Leaving me to know I am blessed!
And admitting to myself,
What they have left has allowed my happiness.
I would not be able to live,
Without this admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Path of a Gambler
A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
a few more pounds to add to his loot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
A father has lost his son to a single action;
when he craved to add to the tempting fruit,
a man sought coin in a voluminous fashion.
His gambler's heart soon became a beacon;
racing, waiting for a spotter's toot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
This one risk is only but a fraction
of the goal which he was to pursuit.
a man sought coin in a voluminous fashion.
When his hands started to feel the burden,
one that he had been too blind to compute,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
When his bets were lost, he heard a beckon,
he sought to close the the tribute.
A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
poem by Michael Roysdon
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Interpretations of Life
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.
They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.
They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.
Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.
Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!
And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!
And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shoot From The Hip
If you want to get it quick.
I shoot from the hip.
Not a mumble do I grumbled,
Nor backstabbing gossiped hits.
I'm not one to leave you wondering...
What's on my mind,
Not a bit.
I don't hide my words,
When I choose to be heard.
If you want to get it straight.
I shoot from the hip.
Without a moment of delay.
I say it I don't spit.
If it's not liked how it is,
That's your business...
I'm not pissed.
Nor will you leave me in a fit.
To quiver with shut lips.
If you want to get it quick.
I shoot from the hip.
Not a mumble do I grumbled,
Nor pout and sit.
I'm not the kind to leave you wondering,
What's on my mind to admit!
Or suggest you see a psychic...
To tell you what you want and like it!
If you want to get it quick.
I shoot from the hip.
I'm not the kind to leave you wondering,
What's on my mind to admit!
If it's not liked as it is...
I'm not the kind to get pissed.
I'll deliver what I give you,
And that is it!
'So you're sayin' you do what? '
I shoot from the hip.
'What about the ears of others?
I shoot from the hip.
'What if they should have druthers? '
I said I shoot from the hip.
If they don't want to hear it,
Like it is from my lips...
They can turn around and I will kick them,
Where they are split!
Not a mumble do I grumbled.
I shoot from the hip.
No stumble do I fumble on...
I shoot from the hip!
If it's not liked how it is,
I will not get pissed.
Nor will I leave you quietly,
To quiver with shut lips.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is My Need
I admit,
Sometimes I do...
Feel not good enough.
But not because of you,
I sometimes do feel this way.
Unable to undo.
It is my need and want to do better,
For you.
And I admit this.
It is my need.
That I admit sometimes visits,
With this feeling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Difficult To Follow
If in the making of mistakes made,
And the facing of disappointments done...
Had 'not' been faced to overcome,
With a motivating push and the gritting of teeth...
That needing desire to succeed,
Would not exist inside of me.
Heros in my life I looked up to that inspired,
Meant more to me than being embarrassed...
If I was seen publicly crawling on my knees.
They nor I,
Sought limelight to please...
With egos raised for all to see and praise.
And I remain just as determined today,
To leave a mark more difficult to follow.
Since I want it to be known,
My journey had not been an easy one.
Some may perceive to have others believe.
Although I will admit...
Making it look that way had left me,
Questioning myself with doubts if I should quit.
But...
Quitting is not in my DNA to even consider it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Better
It's getting better all the time
I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me weren't cool
Holding me down
Turning me round
Filling me up with your rules.
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word
I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
I used to be cruel to my woman I beat her and
kept her apart from the things that she loved
Man, i was mean, but I'm changing my scene and I'm doing the best that I can.
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time
song performed by by Gomez
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I've Had Those Relationships Already
Will I ever fall in love again?
That depends.
If I am kidnapped and blindfolded...
To be left abandoned.
And I am not able to tell the difference
Between quicksand or plain mud,
As I run screaming through a darkened forest.
And I fall in...love!
And, the other possibility?
Amnesia seems to have its benefits.
To awakened without a prior memory,
Is something I have not prioritized just yet.
However...
I'm sure if I tried hard enough,
One of those two developments could happen.
So I do not rule the possibility of falling in love again
Completely out of the picture.
And I'm not one to say 'never'.
Although I must admit to wishing,
That the blindfold is not tied too tight.
And I am not bond and gagged,
By someone who is desperate!
I've had those relationships already.
And being chased naked through the woods,
Is not that easy to explain to a forest ranger.
Especially one willing to admit to having homosexual fantasies!
And all that is sought is an escape,
From any confessed committment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cheating....
in some ways we are cheats.
do not deny that,
for it is a fact,
in some ways, we do not tell the truth
when it hurts the one we so much
love, we keep on residing inside the houses of
our own
illusions, not to dislodge the one that we care
that we want to stay
in the places of our longings,
in some ways, we are cheap,
we love the wrong part, we admire the wrong person,
we marry what others think
does not deserve us,
in some ways, we are hardheaded
we go where death waits
we negate what the good life offers,
with all honesty, we make our own lies,
we confess, we are wrong and we are
wronged in return
in some ways, we never really understand
life, death,
and those that still lie in between
we miscalculate the distance
we suffer, we notice,
we regret
but in all these, we must admit,
we want to be honest, but we just can't...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Gets To Know
One gets to know by staying together
That attachment grows soon to know better
It is love and affection that draws us closer
We get to know when time for leaving comes closer
Even pets understand the language
They know where to polish and manage
They will show all kinds of affection
Wait for final gift with action
Small kids fall very easily
They wait for sweet and feel happily
Love and affection draws more attention
Even that keeps in pushing very far the tension
Take shelter of unknown area and explore
You may be drawn towards more and more
That unexplained love may reach to your heart
Such feeling is not deception or any kind of an art
It is all that kind of things we desperately need
You might have been cheated in life or tricked
But somewhere you need solace and peace in mind
Such areas do exist and you can easily find
You sit calmly under tree shed
Your mind may feel relieved and easily read
What all was needed and where did we fail?
What was all important for ship to sail?
We are all prone to some drawbacks
We may err even though nothing may be at stake
You may find bitter taste even with the cake
Every individual may seem to be selfish and fake
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Grip, Lick, Zip Up and Leave
Remove me from your cruising list.
I know what you see.
And believe is me.
But my mind aint into it.
Although physically I may tease...
I'm much more than just a piece of fresh meat,
To eat for a fast treat.
So you can grip, lick, zip up and leave.
I'm not that kind of adventurist.
Not with chumps or chicks...
Who need to satisfy a munching done,
Applied to their overstretched lips.
'Put your metal to the pedal.
And get over it! '
Remove me from your cruising list.
I am out to take a peaceful stroll.
I'm not into 'quickies'
To be picked up by slick tricks.
Nor do I have interests to submit myself,
To limits of whims to hit it and split.
Giving into temptations like them?
Me?
I aint into it.
Especially when there are no long range benefits,
Invested with romance connected.
'No 'YOU' are the one who don't know what time it is!
If you knew that you wouldn't be trying to waste mine.
Go home to your spouse.
Or whoever it is you lie to! '
Remove me from your cruising list.
I know what you see.
And believe is me.
But my mind aint into it.
So you aint gripping to lick!
But you can zip up and leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such As a Bad Habit
I've been on my own and alone for too long,
To know a few things about patience and life!
And those who have not had that experience...
Know very little about sacrificing their likes,
To endure putting up with unwelcomed dislikes.
There has been many things done I did,
That I disliked but tolerated.
In fact I hated going through the process.
And when I had the opportunity,
To do those things enjoyed and liked...
Not a moment did I waste in indecision.
I might have been confused...
But not crazed.
People who spend time whining,
Get on my nerves.
And I am quick to split away from them.
In mid-sentence,
If I have to do it!
I am not attracted to 'whoa-is-me' people.
My father use to tell me,
How as a child...
He had his teeth pulled,
Without novocain.
He told me this frequently...
Whenever I thought he was just around,
To make my life easier.
'Come on, Daddy!
It's just ten dollars! '
I am one of the fortunate ones,
I will admit that!
And with obstacles and setbacks...
I crawled back to get myself on track!
I wasn't about to spend my life,
Traumaticized by emotional ties!
Or gossip and lies...
Folks entertain themselves to tell!
My relationship with God...
Is close.
And we communicate very well!
God is there...
And delivers!
I don't give advice,
Or recommend what others do!
I use to...
Do that,
Often!
And ended up being screwed.
Figuratively speaking!
Even though it is still just as painful.
I've learned many lessons in my life.
And the hardest one was to forgive and forget.
At times I am visited,
With an embitterness that sits.
it takes a while to get over it.
But I am not going to soon let go of my peace of mind,
Or happiness.
Because someone wants to show and display,
Every bit of their ignorance.
With attitude seeking acceptance.
And those folks,
In some places...
Travel around in cliques.
As if what they do is fashionable.
And after one obtains a degree of consciousness...
Folks like that become easier to identify.
Such as a bad habit,
One has to end to quit...
And quick!
Like a fad that has been outdated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Seem Detached From Stress
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
And express with an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
I am not always as secure,
As I seem when attempting to impress.
I just feel what I say comes from an honesty.
And being true to myself,
Sometimes has created my own loneliness...
That has left me with moments of distressed.
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
That expresses an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
But I am not that different,
From those wishing more...
And not less,
Of those moments I regret...
To have a happiness,
That will leave me to be...
Feeling free to be at my best.
Without experiencing an aloneness,
Through what is felt at times...
An unwinding road confined,
To a wilderness...
That sits inside,
Of an inquisitive mind.
Traveling as it does without any sign of rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Fool For Your Stockings
Is it you again outside,
Just banging on the front door?
You say you had enough,
Now you're coming' back for more,
But that's alright.
I said that that's alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings i believe.
Now i don't mind when you send money
And bring your girlfriends with you,
But how could one be so thoughtless to try
And handle less than two?
But that's alright.
I said that that's alright, baby.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings i believe.
Now i'm tellin' everybody
It seems too good to be true:
Sweet things can always get sweeter.
I know mine did, how about you?
Yes, it's alright.
I said, yes it is, that's alright.
I may not want to admit it,
I'm just a fool for your stockings i believe.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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Expected To Be Protected
There was a time I too,
Sought justification...
For my insecurities.
And excused my frustrations.
Then one day,
My faith was all I had left.
And I awakened to a depth of understanding.
With a comprehension that scared me half to death.
I realized I fed myself a safety net of deceptions.
And expected to be protected by God.
And God tested me with truth.
The kind that peels away all falsities.
Leaving me with a peace of mind.
I believed outside myself I had to find!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sauced and Baby Back Boned
Between two 'coo'-ers who detach,
There may be one disappointed who reacts...
With wishes to be remated.
Wanting more to be reattached.
A hold reminisced and missed...
Is wanted again cuddled up.
And reminding one of that once filled cup.
One wishes those times lips opened had buttoned up.
Instead of dripping quick quibbled quips.
Meaning nothing at all to stick with permanence.
And...
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
Yes,
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
Between two 'coo'-ers who detach,
There may be one disappointed who reacts...
With wishes to be remated.
Wanting more to be reattached.
And...
One can now admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
One wishes now those times lips opened had buttoned up.
Instead of dripping quick quibbled quips.
Meaning nothing at all to stick with permanence.
Yes,
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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