Sexy
I once had a fool tell me,
There was nothing intentional...
By using my name fraudulently.
And representing me...
As having a taste for sleaze.
This imbecile directly,
Chose me for ruin.
But what this ignoramous did not know,
I admitted my taste...
For a bit of decadence long ago.
And sexual experiences I have had...
Were delightful.
And one homosexual relationship,
Would not have ended...
If death between us did not hit.
The only thing I have not publicly admitted,
Is my intolerance for ignorance.
And those who are of 'closeted' states of mind...
Are the ones truth and denial they can not define.
And today...
My views on life are neither straight nor gay.
They are whatever they are...
And that's for whoever believes I live a life to deceive.
However...
I am flattered at my age,
Anyone would still find me...sexy!
And wanted it declared.
Even if they thought this 'proclamation',
Would bring to me embarrassment.
I only wish they came to me first,
To enable a tremendous public campaign...
I would have endorsed.
Of course.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Similar, Frequent And Too Familiar
Those professing quickly,
To be innocent but victimized...
By 'vicious' attacking acts by another,
Eventually become the ones...
Others focus their eyes upon,
Once their routines become recognized...
As being similar, frequent and too familiar,
With nothing done they initiated or provoked...
Of course.
And...
Representing a mindset,
Embraced by the activities in one's environment.
But does not become a benefit, an asset or an advantage.
Yet...
Neither is this admitted publicly as being a mental disease,
Although collectively shared by those fixed in states of denial.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promoting Decadence As One's Defense
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Today those who have poise and grace,
Are as out of place...
As an alien from space.
Those who speak with confidence and truth,
Are quickly rumored to be...
Fools let loose.
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Listen to those on talk radio,
Saying things over the airwaves...
The FCC approves as okay.
But an exposed breast,
Unexpectedly addressed...
Upsets those to become enraged,
Although much worse than that...
Is displayed on TV 24 hours 'everyday'.
Is there such a thing as,
Justifiable ignorance?
Is there such a thing as,
Promoting decadence...
As one's defense.
Is there such a thing as,
As those who are crazed...
Being praised today?
And those desiring,
Better lives for themselves...
Being criminalized,
As if 'they' were the ones...
Who have come to terrorize our lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keep Sitting Where You Are
Needing direction?
With a flavored taste,
Representing a life...
You are afraid to experience and live?
Keep sitting where you are.
I'm sure someone will come along,
With a few seconds to spare...
They are willing to either donate,
Or let you borrow.
Keep your fingers crossed!
You never know about these things.
One day you just might meet someone,
Who believes your life is more of a priority...
Than their own to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For the record, I am not an admitted homosexual, nor am I a homosexual, though I do know the lyrics to every show tune ever written, which might perhaps account for the confusion.
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Since My Introduction
If I had not been misguided,
To right the wrongs I've done.
Acknowledge my mistakes.
Self examine my flaws...
And admitted I had heartbreaks,
I would not have the confidence...
To speak my mind.
And I would find myself,
Seeking acceptance to be who I am.
And it is only knowing who I am,
That has afforded me the opportunity...
To appreciate the caring less,
Of how I am perceived.
If I had not been misguided,
To right the wrongs I've done.
Acknowledge my mistakes.
Self examine my flaws...
And admitted I had heartbreaks,
I would not have the confidence...
To speak my mind.
And since my introduction,
Without outside confusion or seduction...
To corrupt my intent,
I will live with truth to pursue...
For the rest of my life!
Without needless dramatics.
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Committed to Truth
Someone who has made mistakes,
And has admitted them...
Whether publicly,
Or in private conversation...
Has much more credibility,
Than someone who hides flaws.
With pretense.
And a shallowness condensed,
Behind a self righteous stance to convince...
They are squeaky clean!
We are all human beings.
And if anyone denies,
They've done nothing to regret in their entire life...
Either lies,
Or an introduction to truth has not been made.
And if it was...
They would deny it anyway!
Anyone committed to truth,
Should not be held accountable
For others who are not.
Or even to those who are!
How many lives can one person live at one time?
Especially if one is trying to live the one given,
Correctly!
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Down Low
I've heard it said...
Those down low,
Do it slow in bed!
They want to keep
Discreet yet sneaky.
And I can't defend...
That kind of sense,
That makes none in the end!
Well...
That 'end' is a beginning,
For them!
Dudes say they are down low,
When sharing with like minds.
Just to satisfy desires...
They themselves can not define!
And choose to keep these thoughts,
More kept within!
And felt it better unexpressed,
If not mentioned and left behind!
And women do the same...
But they refrain from giving it a name!
Lesbian, gay or homo doers...
When it is done,
It is plain...
No one is blamed!
And a game played unseen...
Shouldn't make one feel ashamed!
Yet it has to be admitted...
Acts of love are done!
Look around...
They don't have to be claimed!
For those who know,
They are 'special' to someone!
It is a fact that is known.
It doesn't have to be publicly shown.
As long as what is shared...
Is between those who expose they care!
Whether down low,
Above...
Or any and everywhere!
For those who know,
They are 'special' to someone!
It is done protectively...
And out of sight of those who oppose,
How others live the lives they choose,
To live as 'they' do and chose!
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Defenselessness Of It Admitted
When I was 'in' innocence,
I allowed curiosity to tease me away from it.
And each step taken,
Led me deeper to feed my unrest.
My innocence became neglected.
And now with memories of it...
I wish the innocence I had,
But left...
Was kept more protected.
And decadence less a taste I tested.
When I was 'in' innocence,
I wish I had recognized its power.
Now I am offended,
By my defenselessness of it admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Admit This
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
Opened minds,
Feel free to be...
Opened minds,
With a truth that's seen.
Opened minds,
Feel free to be...
Opened minds,
With a truth that's seen.
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
You don't have to hide behind,
All your lies.
Nor minimize with alibis.
Why can't you just admit this?
We can.
All you need to do is internalize.
And don't compromise with another disguise.
Why can't you just admit this?
We can.
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
And they did admit it.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
You don't have to hide behind,
All your lies.
Nor minimize with alibis.
Since we all admit this...
You can!
If it is admitted.
You can!
Since we all admit this...
You can!
Since we all admit this...
You can!
And if we can admit this...
You can too!
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Mr. Intentional
Mr. Intentional
YeahYeahYeahYeahYou see the road to hell is paved with good intentions/Can't you tell the way they have to mention/How they helped you out, you're such a hopeless victim/Please don't do me any favors, Mr. Intentional.
All their talk is seasoned to perfection/The road they walk commanding your affection/They need to be needed, deceived by motivation, an opportunity to further situation/Why they're so important is without explanation/Please don't patronize me, Mr. IntentionalOh
We give rise to ego, by being insecure/The advice that we go desperately searching for/the subconscious effort to support our paramour/Too engaged in denial, to admit we're immature/Validating lies, Mr. IntentionalOh
Open up your eyes, Mr. Intentional
Stuck in a system that seeks to suck your blood/Held emotionally hostage by what everybody does/ Counting all the money that you give them just because/Exploiting ignorance in the name of love/Stop before you drop because that's just the way it was/Please don't justify me, Mr. Intentional/So one-dimensional, Mr. Intentional
Don't you do me any favors
Wake up you've been sleeping, take up your bed and walk/Stop blaming other people, it's nobody else's fault/Accept the truth about you/You know that life goes on without you and Your expensive misinventions, disguising your intentions/Don't worship my hurt feelings, Mr. Intentional
See I know you can't help me, Mr. Intentional/The only help I need to live is unprofessional/The only wealth I have to give is not material/And if you need much more than that - I'm not available
Please don't entertain me, Mr. Intentional/I don't need your sympathy, Mr. Intentional/Stay away from me, Mr. Intentional/So one-dimensional, Mr. Promotional, Mr. Emotional, Mr. Intentional
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Spill
More than admitted.
And a truth some wish to kill.
What comes gushing from the waters,
Is many times more than just a spill.
Those responsible are denouncing,
The publicity of it.
Deceivers are defiant,
And rely on ignorance.
Biblical is a disaster,
Created by those of greed.
Now it is the acknowledgement of this,
Those with the 'bucks' desire to alter what is believed.
More than admitted.
And a truth some wish to kill.
What comes gushing from the waters,
Is many times more than just a spill.
'Then what is it? '
An overdose of gluttony!
And a determination to implement one's will.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tilted Halos
An esteemed sports figure,
Conducts a news conference...
To reveal his taste for sleaze.
And I turn on my TV,
To see the sleaze marketed.
This sports figure announces,
His cheating filthy ways.
I hear the minister reveal his demons.
And from a pulpit,
He declares he has sinned.
The star of sports,
Has had an assortment of sexual trysts.
He reflects a generation raised up with this.
Sexual pleasures and enhancements to aid...
Are marketed and advertised everywhere these days.
Decadence is as common as a child heard cursing.
People are witnessed disrespecting themselves...
With exposed abandonment.
And yet...
Those self righteous deceiving as hypocrites,
Come together in a collective judgements passed...
To say how appalled they are,
By confessions made...
At a news conference!
And none with their tilted halos...
Have been observed to walk on water!
And none are alarmed...
By a standard of life,
Once said to glisten with quality and values...
That now floats in gutters of swill!
Garbaged as a consciousness accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quickly Assessed To Suspect
If one's intelligence was a defense used against,
The strangle hold of an increasing ignorance...
And events associated to its prominence.
To end with a smothering of common sense.
Then why has it been an exorbitant expense,
To convince...
That the education one has is a vital benefit.
Especially today when many are offended,
By anyone with a thought process...
Confessing an expertise easily to connect dots.
Confusing many to address without that ability.
And once this is admitted with a proof that is served,
That person becomes quickly assessed to suspect...
As a threatening nonconformist to be watched and observed.
'Do you mind passing me more BS, please?
The taste of it is so fresh.
Is it 'never' out of season?
Or does that depend on its presentation...
And the supply and demand for its need? '
I have not a clue.
But it is delicious, isn't it?
'Yes.
Is there more? '
As much of it as you would like.
Light, mild or spicy!
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I've Had My Experiences
I admit I've had my experiences.
You name,
I've done it.
And If I am not whispering,
About my misdeeds...
Why do some find my activities,
Ear candy for others...
They believe to another,
For them will be pleased?
I've never understood this.
I admit to being adventurous.
I have my curiosities,
And will explore my inquisitiveness.
If I for myself set my own limits,
Why is it gossip a few enjoy best?
I will never understand,
The obsession some have with nosiness.
My own,
Yes!
Others?
No.
Those who gossip live lives discreetly.
Lieing to themselves and others to deceive.
Hoping to keep sheltered,
Everything imaginable that has a bit of sleaze.
And doing the best they can,
To cure themselves of diseases...
Obtained secretly.
When I tell people I live my life basically.
And many would find me boring.
I am the one not believed.
I am an adventurer not a whore.
And I do not intend to do things,
That will bring conscious harm to me.
Even though I do explore.
Well...
I do smoke cigarettes.
And if I was having 'that' kind of sex...
I would awaken the next day to regret,
I wouldn't have cigarette smoking as a habit.
Doing that...
Decreases the need to wish to have 'it'.
From what I've heard.
Those who smoke...
Have less sex!
I guess!
Some of my adventures,
Have not always been successful experiences.
Or turned out to be satisfying tests.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part Of My Life
Can you be a part of my life?
Can you be a part of my life?
Oh its easy to find some one to play with
And almost anyone will do to fill your idle time
But that very special someone,
You can share all your dreams with is so hard to find
And it use to be like me to settle for the physical
But these days it aint too easy to make up my mind
Cause apparently you body just to temporally to take up my precious time
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
I still appreciate the beauty of a man
But theres more to what I need now than what meets the eye
And if beautys only skin deep,
Then your pretty skin wont send me to my highest high
Oh its been along time come for maturity
And I believe that its truly what it has to be
Cause as much as I admire you
My sexual desire, aint controlling me
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
song performed by by India Arie
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Those of Similar Interests
No need to call him an imbecile.
He represents a reflection of their decency.
Those of 'supreme quality'!
And selecting him to lead.
And he represents...
With no survey needed!
A reflection of their decency.
No need to call him an imbecile.
Just because he has ruined lives.
There has to be those who are feeling thrilled...
Ecstatic and fulfilled.
With goosebumps that rise.
He is a killer and he has proven that.
He has a death track record...
Anyone who is not blind,
Knows that is a fact.
He is a demon who has been placed,
To do a demon's will.
And grin and smile in your face!
No need to call him an imbecile.
He reflects their best effort!
He presides over those who have chosen him.
Those of similar interests.
Caring less the depth of their decadence kept!
With a murderous mindset he enjoys...
As he watches putting others to death!
And that is not the mind of an imbecile.
That is the mind of one capable of doing,
Far more evil!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identifiable Senselessness
A fool will always insist,
There is something besides an imbecile...
Inside that resides and does exist.
It is just the proving of this...
Seems much deeper under the surface,
That even floodlights can not find the evidence...
Because of the darkness clouding,
This kind of clownish mind...
All of the time,
With an identifiable senselessness.
A fool will always insist,
There is something besides an imbecile...
Inside that resides and does exist.
One argument is,
If one cares to know...
A fool would rather not let just anyone be exposed,
To a rare an unappreciated intelligence kept within.
Stop grinning!
For the fear that polluted thoughts may attempt to corrupt,
The brilliance that is shown once secrets have been discussed.
That's 'that' argument.
Now...
The more popular argument is,
That the proof is in the pudding.
And very few have any patience left,
To stay around wishing to get a taste of it!
With the amusement of waiting for an appearance,
Dwindling quicker by the minute.
Knowing that a fool is just seeking the attention.
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Diet And Digestion
I had felt crucified,
In those days long gone by...
When I had admitted to witnessing,
What others would deny and permitted.
I was thought to be then,
On a mission of negativity.
And that was the furthest thing,
From my objective mind.
I observe activities exactly as they are.
With no excuses for them to make.
And today those same folks who are broke,
Disgusted and choking back tears...
Now are willing to admit,
Their quality of life has taken a nose dive into pits.
'I'm sure you have concerns about this? '
I do!
And I've been taught to limit my concerns,
To exercise, diet and digestion with daily meditation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Faith
Holy man open up your eyes
To the ways of the world you've been so blind
As the walls of religion come crashing down
How's the ignorance taste the second time around
Tell me how it feels knowing chaos will never end
Tell me what it's like when the celebration begins
Welcome to the horror of the revelation
Tell me what you think of your savior now
I reject all the biblical views of the truth
Dismiss it as the folklore of the times
I won't be force fed prophecies
From a book of untruths for the weakest mind
Join the new faith for the celebration
Cult of new faith fuels the devastation
Holy man come and worship me
I am all that you ever wanted to be
I'm the life of indulgence you never knew
The epitome of evil shining through
Tell me how it feels knowing chaos will never end
Tell me what it's like when the celebration begins
Welcome to the horror of the revelation
Tell me what you think of your savior now
I reject all the biblical views of the truth
Dismiss it as the folklore of the times
I won't be force fed prophecies
From a book of untruths for the weakest mind
I keep the bible in a pool of blood
So that none of its lies can affect me
This is new faith
A different way of life
Witness the shame
See for yourself the lies
I'll take the fight
Bring it every time
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I believe all life has value, from conception to natural death. And I believe the intentional taking of human life, except to save lives, should be a capital offense, as it is in most states in America today.
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