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!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Thirsting Libido
I have been a grown man aging.
With a wealth of diversified experiences.
And for anyone to mention,
What is perceived to be my sexual preference.
At this stage of my life...
With the smearing of my name,
With a gaining of attention.
Leaves me flattered to think...
A grown man aging,
With a wealth of diversified experiences...
What I do when I am naked,
Will still excite anyone to focus on it.
And when and 'if',
I get to be one hundred and one...
Out of all my experiences,
That smearing is still done...
My smile will be broader than it is today!
'Larry...
They are 'still' talking about your thirsting libido!
What are you doing to keep this persisted? '
I KNOW!
I don't know...
But,
I am amazed and grateful by it all.
Let's see...
I've been heterosexually committed.
Homosexualistically gay.
I've attempted to be a lesbian too!
But that attempt faded away.
Gee...
Is there anything left to try...
That I can admit and not deny?
I want to keep those with no lives to live,
With 'something' to talk and gossip about!
Help me create something 'totally bizarre'.
This attention I am getting is fantastic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIII: Denial
Deny it with smile, deny it with silence
Deny it with elegance, deny it with distraction
Deny it with anger, deny it with challenge
Deny it with promise, deny it with comfort
Deny it with tear, deny it with emotion
Deny it with effort, deny it with cruelty
Deny it with forget, deny it with indifferent
Deny it with joke, deny it with lie
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Father's Denial
If you have a child that you conceived
Do not hide it from your family.
It may come back to you in your later years
And the truth you will have to share.
At the time “ we deny it”
And we try to hide it
For whatever reason that it’s done
It will hurt everyone.
The child like us, go through
The aches and pains
And we hide our heads in shame.
At some time in our life
We go into denial
And it will last for quite a while.
We may deny that we are “ addicts”
Just to avoid the family static.
But when we deny a child
That GOD has given
Then life does not become worth living.
If you look into your child’s eyes
You will know
that you can’t deny
That this child is part of you
And it’s mother knows it too.
Don’t live a life of regret
For it can get much worse yet.
ACCEPT
poem by Louis Rams
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Morals Of Mans Creation
To all the gays, lesbians, and straights
I say you have your sexuality
With preferences of eventuality
Do deny it, makes you a lier
To let someone else deny you it, is being the pacifier
To force it upon someone else
For a self indulgent stroke of your ego
Its not right
Just let it go
What does religion have do with it?
God loves us all equally
It's mans book that says its wrong
I read it if only to understand where it belongs.
It's nothing more then a history book in which some lessons can be learned
To claim its the only one
A fool you've become
A prejudicial closed mind, not of our time
Acceptance comes so slow
Rejection after rejection
You are constantly being denied of basic rights
That we all should have
It make me sad to here of love that doesn't exist
When it really is
Abandon the morals of mans creation
Create your own
And call that place your home
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Sexual Device
(stuart emerson)
Producer for bonnie: stuart emerson
Im a run away freight train
Headin on down your track
Im the eye of a hurricane
Shooting daggers in your back
Im the howl at the window
The sound of a crackling flame
Getting uncontrollable
And the lines about to break
Nine times out of ten
I get what I want
I always want more
Gonna get what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Im a tiger in the bedroom
A mist in the air at night
Inconceivable
An oasis in the fire
A shock on the airwaves
A fighter with a hungry heart
Im incurable
A new sensation
No reservations
This time I win
This time you lose
I still want more
Give me what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Implicit talks
She and I love to meet and talk
And we talk a lot, all nonsense,
Nothing about love and intimacy.
Yet we know each other that
We talk out of sexual impulses.
We aren’t casual on our talk,
Being in sexual tension.
Women abhor lied comments
But enjoys sexual tension.
Go ahead and employ and enjoy.
04.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sexual strangeness
Men have to be self-sexual
As women deny them access.
Why must women be self- sexual
As men are ready at their door?
08.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Never Deny You
All the love that we shared
Could never just disapear
And all that we've been through,
I believe in you
III, will never deny you..
III, will never deny you..
III, will never deny you..
III, will never deny you..
friend said to me one day,
I should just forget you,
But my experiance say
What we have is true
Judases, they will betray you,
Thomases, they will doubt you,
Peters, they will deny you,
but iii will never deny you,
All the love that we shared
Could never just dissapear
And all that we've been through
I believe in you
(chorus)
(will never deny you) I wil never deny you
(never deny you) III, will never deny you (deny you)
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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I Am Life
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
I am...
Seeking to be free.
Yeah.
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
And to admit...
The benefit.
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it,
And this seems to fit...
Me,
Just perfectly.
Yes, I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
With a happiness to give and get.
I am...
Devoted to possibilities.
Oh,
I am...
Sleepless until I attempt to reach.
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
I am...
Devoted to possibilities.
Oh,
I am...
Committed.
To unlimitness to give it.
I am...
Sleepless until I attempt to reach.
Oh,
I am...
Sleepless until I attempt to reach.
Yes, I am...
Life.
And, I am...
Not a substitution.
I am...
Life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Truly Love
Be happy the way you are
As this question often has crossed my mind
What is your sexual identity?
Are you a Gay, Bisexual or a Lesbian?
To be honest, the culture where I come from
These things are not discussed openly
However, I respect gays, bisexuals and even lesbians
It is not a crime, certainly not in my eyes
People are different and it is better for humanity that we accept
Everyone, of these three categories feels things
They love others and care about others as well
Yes, in the view of the conservatives, they are termed as confused
Although, hello....Who is not confused?
The least which humanity can do, is to make things easier for them
By loving them, caring about them and by accepting them
Love, just truly love.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Sexual Suicide
Baby, u take a walk
Take a walk and leave me behind
Baby, u gonna walk, yeah
Gonna walk right out of your mind
U better have 2 feet
We got no reason, reason 2 lie
Baby, u take a walk
Think Im gonna take a sexual suicide
Baby, if u only knew
All the love, want a love thats deep in my heart
Ooh baby, bein here with u
Wouldnt be nothin could tear us apart
Alright, uh, every night
Cool surrender, lost in your arms
U, ull be surprised
Doin it in the cuffs, sound your alarm
Baby, gonna take a walk
Think Im gonna take a sexual suicide
No body like my body, baby
Aint no ride like my ride
Super skin in my car, baby
If ure drivin me, then maybe
Sexual suicide
Aint it a shame
That u wont play the game
Got 2 much pride
U, u make your bed
But u got 2 see the sexual, sexual suicide
Suicide, sexual, sexual suicide
U take a walk
We can talk
song performed by by Prince
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Freud's view is that all love is sexual in its origin or its basis. Even those loves which do not appear to be sexual or erotic have a sexual root or core. They are all sublimations of the sexual instinct.
quote by Mortimer Adler
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Journalism versus Poetry
journalism
it is an
attempt
to pin down
the world
to put onto
the paper
the truth of
everything
the world
and the
people in it
children
boys, girls,
men, women
gays or lesbians
kings, queens
rulers and the ruled
the privileged
and the persecuted
usurpers
liars and
the evil ones
though may
make use
of its power
to take
everybody
down a
different lane
to achieve
their own
goals
poetry
it is opening
the floodgates
to let loose
whatever
is pent up
in the hearts of
them all
to let the
soul in them
come out
so that
reporters
can go
chase
rainbows
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sexual Thing
(laughing)
Jam blues man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let the games begin
Im your lust
And Im your greed
Im every sick thought
That you ever done dreamed
Eaten your cake
Now you want some more
Mmm, where have i
Heard that before?
Chorus:
I am your
I am your
Im just your sexual thing
I am your
I am your
Im just your sexual
Aint nothin but a sexual
Its just a sexual thing
Lyin there
You look so horny
Talk is cheap
And startin to bore me
Hold me close
And tell me it feels so good
But damn, girl
You knew it would
Chorus
Solo
Glad to have met you
So pleased that youve come
But I must be movin on
My work here is done
Best believe me you, child
The pleasures been all mine
If youre in need, please do indeed
Call me anytime
Chorus
Theyve got you medicated
Its got you so frustrated
He caught you masturbatin
You rather be fornicating
Well then you come with me
Im gonna set you free
Its just a sexual
Aint nothin but a sexual
Its just a sexual thing
Talking:
What youve witnessed is a sexual fantasy
Please do not try these tricks at home
song performed by by Poison
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Under The Influence Of Circumstances
We raise what is planted.
We reap what is sown.
We harvest to eat what is cooked.
And these trite expressions,
Go on and on...
As we visit our ailments,
Whether they are locked up...
In jails or prisons,
OR taken to our doctors...
To be cured of them or hospitalized.
And still to this very day,
There are folks who will not admit but deny quickly...
Their direct involvement in their own aches and pains.
To confess emphatically,
Of a doing of the best that they could do...
'Under the influence of circumstances'.
And yet express regret,
They often mention to attempt to forget...
It had been those same circumstances,
They had been warned by others to avoid or experience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those With No Dysfunctions
Instead of separating society,
In divisions of sexual orientation and preferences...
Isolate those of no abnormalties at all!
And allow those with no dysfunctions,
Outwardly or openly expressed...
Be declared the disease affecting humanity.
And cover them with odorless cat litter!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Die Here Today
One last fragrance to linger,
And share the memories from its own being.
For yesterday was a different day,
And today is today.
Deny,
Deny,
Deny,
But today is a new day.
One last curtailing lie,
Just to say we're lacking,
The words to say anything at all.
A lie to say our minds stopped racing,
From the moment before.
Unemotionally attached,
Then why are we still shaking?
We could whisper
But perhaps you would miss the subtlety,
That's met in absence.
Aren't you tired of waiting for one day?
What's wrong with today?
It's the same as any other day.
Deny,
Deny,
Deny,
Keep the secrets to yourself,
And keep your language.
For Today is today,
And we could die here today,
But in some ways we're not finished.
poem by Daniel Yetman
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Lesbians and gays... they still have to fight, even inside. It's not that simple, even if they seem to be accepted.
quote by Catherine Deneuve
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Embarrassed?
You seem to have no problem,
Admitting those things you've done.
Even those things not socially accepted,
Others in a similar position...
Would try to hide or lie about them to run.
But you...?
You almost seem to brag,
About those things that shock and stun.
Why is this?
People today expect remorse shown.
At least some sign of embarrassment.
But you...?
You want it known what you've done,
With an emphasis in expressed sentiments.
'Embarrassed?
Are you kidding?
Why should I be embarrassed,
To experience and adventure?
I've been blessed with life,
To explore and discover...
Those things for me that are right.
The walking on water to prove I can do miracles,
Has already been done by the Chosen One.
And IF I am going to be doing any walking on water,
It will be frozen to be witnessed by at least someone.
Embarrassed?
Are you kidding?
And I am certaily over qualified to run for politics.
I do not lie or deceive or pretend to do magic tricks.
Or use religion...
To deny my sins committed.
With a doing them over again...
To dilute a forgiveness to me that had been given.
Embarrassed?
You make me laugh.
You see those people over there,
Hanging their heads down in despair?
They are the ones embarrassed!
Not me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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