Proclaiming Preferences
Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?
One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!
They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.
It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.
Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.
Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.
'What's the matter?
You look upset.'
~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~
'Selected and picked?
For what? '
~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~
'What are they doing? '
~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~
'What are you talking about? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Absence Of It Is Recognized
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
Those embittered and express it,
Know what love is and this makes them sick.
Every time they think of something they did foolish.
Like admitting to submitting.
And wanting now to leave those feelings abandoned.
But can't.
And this is made no secret!
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.
Those who know true love,
Aren't afraid of being crushed.
But may be overly cautious,
Suspicious and distrusting.
Hoping one raised eyebrow,
Doesn't give them or their experiences away.
'So...
How long did it take you to despise and hate,
Your previous mate? '
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Wasting It On Wishes
Never again will I view my disappointments as man made.
I use to believe my wishes had to meet someone's approval.
Before I could express my happiness.
Now it is so clear...
My happiness has to be expressed.
Whatever the outcome and throughout the process.
How can I rely on someone giving to me,
What inside of me I am not feeding?
Or digesting as that which belongs.
I want what I deserve served to stay.
I've learned to nibble each spice of life I like.
It prolongs the taste.
And wasting it on wishes for someone else...
To define,
Was an awakening I found...
Left me impatiently waiting.
With preferences.
Picked and selected.
For me?
And I had my own menu right in my hands.
All of it prepared to my specifications....
If I noticed?
Finally,
In time I did.
Once I maintained my focus.
And relied on choices I made.
Whether some pleased or not.
And if something I was to eat,
Came to meet my satisfaction...
Indecisiveness of doubts,
Would have to dropp and be stopped.
And finally...
In time,
'They' did!
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Sweeping Under The Rug
Molestations have become the new rage,
To openly admit being committed...
In locker rooms, showers and on fields,
Of play.
Men with boys used as sexual toys,
Abused in the most perverted ways.
Lesbians and gays,
Have even become appalled.
Since their preferences,
Are not hidden behind pretentions.
With a doing as they please...
And admitting to sexual needs.
While those conducting themselves obscenely,
Secretly attempt to hide and deny...
Their own closeted homosexuality.
And those who seem surprised and disgusted,
By the revelation of these activities...
Are the ones who have had their heads buried in sand,
Doing their best to deny,
This existence they attempt to label as sick...
Is more commonly accepted as historic.
Although...
A sweeping under the rug,
Is still a preference for those who enjoy their dirt...
Covered up to maintain 'appropriate' disguises.
'Your comments are utterly disgusting.'
I know.
I do the best I can,
To avoid embellishing my exaggerations!
And by the way...
There is a spot you missed over there!
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Prompted To Make Their Selections
If they were not pushed with insistence,
To have their druthers more defined.
And their preferences were not limited,
To confine them to prior choices made...
People would be quicker to choose happiness,
Over making impressions for others to approve...
Anyday and at anytime,
Without being prompted to make their selections,
From a list that had already been decided,
Were required prerequisites for the obtaining of it.
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There Should Be Consideration Given
One can choose to read.
Rate to leave,
Or not!
That does not obligate.
Or necessitate demands to make.
Requests are made and extended.
And even in the doing of such deeds,
There should be consideration given...
To those who have preferences.
And often...
One who expresses a preference,
Is compliant to what that definition implies...
Something that is preferred.
Not suggested.
Or sought in random.
And rarely not solicited,
If this is not an action wished!
And still...
STILL,
Many just don't get it!
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With A Forgetting About Preferences
I remember once having a preference for dogs.
But now I have a preference for cats.
I remember being attracted to those I fantasized.
But I knew in my mind...
My delusions kept would not realize that.
I remember being in love,
With those I met to fall head over heels.
And I remember being wounded,
With my heart broken too!
None of that stayed with me to appeal.
But if anyone believes I still do what I use to...
Would be quite surprise how I have adapted,
To a life that now attracts only happiness...
With a forgetting about preferences I 'once' had,
Not to dwell upon to be remembered...
About who was good at doing what, where and when.
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Why Should I Set Myself To Limits?
I've revealed so much of me.
Some of it seems fantasy.
And as a writer,
I've always sought the truth.
With the keeping of content,
Honestly pursued.
And there are some experiences,
I have had to yet expose.
There are 'some' things I will not reveal...
Even though some mouths will open,
To never again be closed.
I've known there has been an aspect of my life,
That will highlight my creative abilities.
And because of that I am not uptight.
I know there will be those who will impose their beliefs.
That is why I've chosen to uncover...
This side of my life with no regrets to keep discreet.
'What about your 'sexuality, Lawrence? '
Sometimes I like it.
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes sex bores.
And other times it wont.
And at my age preferences get old.
I've known the heat of passion.
And I've known some shoulders,
That were frozen cold.
Sex is sex.
I don't regard it as something I do best.
And today people lay with whomever they choose.
And 'if' I am to knock boots...
My sexuality will not be abused.
Hey,
What can I say?
Whatever is controversial,
I will test that too!
'So what are you saying?
You are also gay? '
If it's in the mix...
Why should I set myself to limits?
What sex is a tree?
I can be seen hugging them all the time.
And yet,
Not one of them...
Has confessed to having preferences.
And have accepted my presence,
Without trying to pry to see what's in my mind!
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Fresh Tidbits
I wouldn't call them preferences.
That's too severe!
I would call them 'fresh tidbits'!
Anything that adapts to adjustments made,
To my ever changing fantasies.
Preferences are too unstable,
And subject to scrutiny!
Don't you think?
'You're a 'tiddlywinker'...
And I'm more into dominoes'.
As if 'that' should make sense? !
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The Reality Which Is My Life
As I age,
Most of my decisions...
Have become easier to make.
Especially when it comes to living,
The reality which is my life.
And the one others have created,
With lies that are spiced.
And laced with eye popping controversy,
I would never consider doing...
In my most exciting days.
But listening to others,
What it was that I had supposedly done...
I've learned to keep my mouth closed,
Knowing privately I would think this was fun.
However...
As I age and reminisce,
How I've been focused and devoted...
To accomplish with a doing free of nonsense.
I must admit there have been days that I have hinted,
Of not knowing what it was I wished to do.
With a hoping someone would volunteer,
Something outrageous...
They heard through gossip too!
'Did you hear what he did now? '
No!
He who?
And what did he do?
'That Larry Pertillar.
Do you know him? '
No,
I've never met him.
'Me either.
But I am told he has preferences.'
NO!
You're kidding?
Oh please share.
And don't leave out the details.
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Of A Much Higher 'Trip
A preference fixed as a choice to remain,
Glued to misguidance and delusion...
With an accepting of it,
Has its consequences to pay for those...
Aware and conscious of this.
A permanance slips of a life held tightly,
In one's grip...
As if preferences selected will redirect truth,
To not exist as it skips gleefully away...
As other tricks are pulled from a bag of myths,
To hypnotize until it fades...
Even for the ones sound aslepp does not exist.
Especially for those perceiving they have been chosen,
With gifts to speak in 'tongues'.
This life today lived as is...
Has shifted quickly.
And it is futile to fight against an experience,
Of a much higher 'trip.
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That 'Rubbing' Done That Has Appalled You
If you really want to feel offended by anything done,
To you that is believed is directed.
Be you offended,
By being deceived, manipulated and used.
By those who have thrown that up in your face.
Then compared that to something you've heard,
That you have felt...
Rubbed you the wrong way.
Now...
With that 'rubbing' done that has appalled you,
Connect that something said...
To that which is actually happening to you.
On a daily basis that you have blindly accepted.
With that false faith you project to protect.
That accepts being deceived, manipulated and used.
What words have you heard has directly affected your life?
The words you don't like?
Or the people honest enough to say them?
Now...which do you prefer when being stabbed in the back?
Being able to selected the instrument used?
Or do you have a preference for a certain color?
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Unaccustomed to Having An Identity
Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And others became offended by that?
Others became offended...
Because you announced a clarity of your identity.
AND...
This offended?
AND...
You then became so proud of who you were,
Your entire presence began to threaten?
Especially those unaccustomed to having an identity!
The ones from birth until death,
Are only known by their nicknames.
And they are related to people who will never know,
Their real names.
Ever!
Have you ever been in a situation,
In which you insulted others...
When you had a preference,
To begin to use your own given name?
And the next thing they want you to do,
Is to get 'right' with God.
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We Teach Them Young
We teach them young,
What to dislike.
And...
To separate into divisons,
With preferences selected.
We teach them young,
How to hate and who to fight.
With weapons used to kill.
And incite with mindless deeds.
We...
Teach them this!
We teach them,
With a rehabilitation done...
To respect laws when broken.
With the best of pretentions kept.
We...
Teach them this!
We teach them young,
The art of deception.
Self righteousness and hypocriscy.
And then when they reflect these lessons taught...
We teach them denial to have others believe.
We teach them young with a doing done they do!
And yet we get upset with regrets to protest those tests,
They have passed.
With accusations directed at others to blame,
For implimenting those tasks we teach.
We...
Teach them young!
With a doing of this not to admit.
As we wish for escape from their commitments,
Made.
We...
Teach them young.
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Orientation
Since a definite choice was made.
With a selected preference.
Now,
With introduction...
There comes,
An orientation?
With a hope,
Minds have been made up.
And the looking forward to lessons,
Eager to learn with a breeze to teach!
There is a point to this!
For many that would make sense.
However...
If a preference with a choice,
Has been selected consciously...
Why would someone then be conditioned,
To go through a process of orientation?
Hasn't that been decided?
Should there be a declaration made?
Somethings I just don't get.
Wouldn't it be great,
When upon establishing a relationship...
There was an understood 'orientation' period?
Something of a probation?
Like a 90 day trial?
*Congratulations.
You've passed.
Now you have full benefits.
With the both of us agreeing...
We will be happy with one another.*
And when someone should ask,
'What is your sexual orientation'?
Your response would be...
~Meet me at my home,
With a list of your choices...
With an elective.
And I will tell you immediately,
What your chances are.~
Skipping the need to through one's verbalized orientation,
And saving a whole lot of time invested...
Being undecisive!
But...
Getting a most cordial visit,
To view what can be expected...
On a campus to do what one pleases.
And hopefully graduates to something,
That will be a life filled with expereinces.
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No, my work does not reflect my sexual preferences, it reflects the fact that I feel total freedom as an artist.
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Of two pleasures, if there be one which all or almost all who have experience of both give a decided preference, irrespective of any feeling of moral obligation to prefer it, that is the more desirable pleasure.
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It Never Ceases
It never ceases to amaze me,
How those who have freshly awakened...
To live their own lives after chasing rainbows,
Assume others are wasting theirs away...
By always having made those choices done,
To do what they like in spite of opposition,
By those arriving feeling freed of conflicting dispositions.
And after years spent in explorations others did not do,
There are those living lives to do it in peace and quietly...
In preferences chosen away from everyone's doings.
To be out of public sight day and night,
Doing those things chosen to do that is wished.
Because of a life it took time to find and like once dismissed,
Without the pressure of feeling to be accepted and quizzed.
I am older and wiser and much more peaceful.
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To Pay Particular Attention
A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!
A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.
And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.
And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,
I do test and try my Creator's patience.
In the hopes to be punished...
To pay particular attention,
As to how the Creator goes about...
Inflicting this,
Upon my more aware consciousness!
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Country Heads
They selected their favorites amongst themselves,
In the early stages of their progressive ignorance.
Preferences for those down to Earth and comedic,
And having obtained certain material possessions...
Were those early choices made.
With a backstabbing enjoyed of others done.
However...
Times and things change as observation proves to provide.
And those who have made their choices,
Openly made and discussed on occasion...
Have a similar attribute common amongst them.
Deceiving one another has been maintained as a priority.
'But?
What is it that they 'have'? '
Lots of conversation based on themselves,
And aspects of chasing a dollar bill.
And a love to debase family members.
You know...
The usual country small town backwater stuff.
'I thought you were talking about a people living in a city.'
I'm talking about a city filled with country heads.
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Hmph...People
Leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
I'm not talking to you.
'I see.
Then...
Who ARE you talking to? '
No one in particular.
It has been a while since I've said it.
And it is refreshing to know,
You weren't offended at all.
I remember the days,
My saying that would upset you.
'Why should I feel offended?
Or upset.
I was hoping you weren't going to ask me,
Where I am going? '
What?
Where are you going?
'That's none of your business.
And I'm hoping that doesn't offend.
Now you can practice not getting upset.'
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
And I'm not a child.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
And what are you laughing about?
'I was only teasing.
I'm not going anywhere.'
Oh yes you are!
You're going to leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
People!
They will do anything to get on your nerves.
Upset?
As if I was that easily provoked!
Hmph...people!
'I heard that.'
Who cares!
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