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.
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Those Lessons Learned
Thank You for opening my eyes,
Early in life.
And developing an appreciation,
For those lessons learned...
As I sacrificed.
Reminiscing the wealth of my experiences,
Grew I did.
Although I admit,
I was a spoiled kid.
Going beyond what was expected of me,
I began to notice quickly...
The little things I'd asked for,
I made sure those chores done...
Were performed without throwing tantrums.
And my resentment then...
Was kept at a minimum with it concealed within.
Thank You for opening my eyes,
Early in life.
And developing an appreciation,
For those lessons learned...
As I sacrificed.
Reminiscing the wealth of my experiences,
Grew I did.
Although I admit,
I was a spoiled kid.
And I felt deserving to be awarded,
The attention...
From those tasks assigned I passed.
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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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It Could Only Mean One Thing
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
That one could addendum what has been done,
For some is a preference.
And is a preference someone else dictates,
Really a 'preference' one independently makes?
Or is it just easier to accept to later throw away?
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
And if it seems I intentionally attempt to attract attention...
Well...
I'll put it this way,
If one is doing what one wishes to do...
And if this should attract attention?
It could only mean one thing.
Some find it difficult to do what it is they choose,
Without getting approval or feeling accepted.
And...
Well,
A seeking of acceptance hasn't done a thing to improve...
The quality of life that has been devalued as 'approved'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All That Is Regarded Foolishness
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
Not many are fortunate to survive,
Through life threatening diseases.
To then step aside with their eyes open wide,
With a freeing of themselves from insecurities left...
Hidden deep inside to confront and rid.
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
But when that moment in time comes,
An accepting of one's flaws and blemishes are done.
With a leaving behind trivial nonsense.
And all that is regarded as foolishness,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Yesterday and those mistakes made,
And all that is regarded as foolishness...
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Wishing for excuses and alibis to create,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
And all that is regarded as foolishness disappears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Desire Only His Blessings
I've stopped attempting to find explanations,
For my thoughts.
Or, make someone feel less intimidated...
For the experiences I have,
On the avenues I've walked.
I am not seeking to please
Or satisfy another's comfort...
To discover me in a defensive position.
Needing or pleading from anyone,
Their attention.
Did I mention...
I make no excuses or seek acceptance.
I am a grown man.
And I am who I am.
I seek only God's favor.
And I desire only His blessings.
For which I am grateful.
Any forgiveness or forgetting that has to be done...
Is discussed when I am in conference with Him!
And we...my God and me,
Are not seeking outside approval!
Inspired by:
Anita Atina
Mumbai, India
'Thank you so much, Anita.
Be well, prosperous.
And enjoy your abundance of faith,
Which supplies all needs! '
Lawrence
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I am an ordinary person who has been blessed with extraordinary opportunities and experiences. Today is one of those experiences.
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Witnessing As I Live
I have never before been given the opportunity,
To rehearse the process of aging.
Some would have others believe,
They are gifted with the expertise.
And already know what it is like.
I don't.
I am witnessing as I live my life...
With a wisdom I have never known.
And mysterious aches I feel in my bones,
As if done to remind me...
'Something' seeks attention and wishes it shown.
I have never before been given the opportunity,
To rehearse the process of aging.
But I must admit,
The process is interesting.
Although...
Being around those who announce their pains,
Is more aggravating than anything else.
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All our thoughts and concepts are called up by sense-experiences and have a meaning only in reference to these sense-experiences. On the other hand, however, they are products of the spontaneous activity of our minds they are thus in no wise logical consequences of the contents of these sense-experiences. If, therefore, we wish to grasp the essence of a complex of abstract notions we must for the one part investigate the mutual relationships between the concepts and the assertions made about them for the other, we must investigate how they are related to the experiences.
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The Foolishness Of Fear
The only people who miss,
The living of a different life...
Seem to be those who recognize,
The foolishness of fear.
With beliefs a better life lived,
Is to do it making decisions...
To live in divisions with avoidance.
And when it dawns upon them,
Experiences they could have had...
Were by them dismissed.
A process of 'what ifs' begins.
And aging for them is not done,
As gracefully as they wish...
With too much time lost to do it.
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No Need to Flatter Yourself
Please...
No need to flatter yourself.
By declaring your lack of facts...
About a life I've had to live.
None of it had been based on gossip.
Nor was any part of your life,
Offered to me in trade to give.
And yet you embellish,
My experiences with relish!
But not one tear of mine that was shed...
Came from your heart!
Or your empty head!
But I must admit the attention you have given...
Has increased an interest I could not pay for.
If I could afford that service,
From a public relations firm instead!
So...
By all means,
Continue your activities!
At least I don't have to worry about publicity.
Or issue you any consultant fees,
For something you do for me absolutely free!
But I do suggest...
You should get your rest.
I will be making plans,
To boost and extend my campaign!
And I do not wish your lips to be numbed.
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Smearing Done Condoned
People finding they can't keep up.
Or have voices that will not speak up.
Spending sad lives fast asleep,
To awaken in groans alone.
People stealing sneaky peeks,
From window sills in cushioned seats.
And can't believe these times they see...
Trouble coming near their homes.
They wont accept,
But must condone...
Although they wish to reject,
What's going on.
And block out,
What they choose to hear...
If it's not the smearing of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
People stealing sneaky peeks,
From window sills in cushioned seats.
And can't believe these times they see...
Trouble coming near their homes.
But,
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
They love it!
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
They wont accept,
But must condone...
Although they wish to reject,
What's going on.
And block out,
What they choose to hear...
If it's not the smearing of people.
They love it!
They love it!
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done of people.
Many love it and they wont give it up,
The smearing done condoned!
They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
They love it,
Many love it and eat it up.
The smearing done of people!
The smearing done condoned.
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I Was 10 Years Old
I was 10 years old at that time and,
It occurred to me;
But today,
I am a grown up person with much experiences!
However, deadly things are done everywhere today.
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Too Grateful to Want Time to Stand Still
I've had a wealth of experiences from which to select.
If ever I decide to quit and sit in blissful reminiscing...
I would miss so much!
But like a blooming that is done until the procedure is over...
I have yet to become idled to wish for a pleasant revisit.
And,
I do my best when the opportunity presents itself,
To taste and absorb those moments as they are!
When they come as they do.
With a deep breath I am blessed to inhale.
Exhaling but keeping inside the view.
Moving to explore a mind unleashed.
As other revelations real enough to touch...
Solicits the attention I give!
And I am too grateful to want time to stand still.
Tomorrow sunrise lifts...
As dawn with the dew takes its time to disappear.
And I wish to witness every bit of it as it unfolds!
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Of course, all writers draw upon their personal experiences in describing day-to-day life and human relationships, but I tend to keep my own experiences largely separate from my stories.
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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!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Relax, Chill...Prevent That Ill Will
I have my point of view,
Of those experiences I've lived...
And still go through.
Not once have I expressed,
That your opinions I disrespect.
Is that why your arms are folded?
As if you are waiting for words I say,
You are prepared to reject?
And yet...
You seem to wish to compare,
Our experiences...
As if we were in some kind of contest!
Relax.
Whatever you've been fed...
Is not here inside my head.
Relax, chill...
Prevent that ill will.
When I give you my attention...
With the intention to listen,
That is what I do.
My ears are not waiting to hear,
Something you've done...
That I've done too.
I'm into you.
I've done 'me' already.
Whoever sold you false truths,
About who it is I am...
Wanted to prevent you,
From obtaining a friend...
Who may just understand.
And they did not want that to happen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aging Excuse Making Children
Difficult and with stress it is,
To be an adult.
And live in an environment surrounded,
By old and aging excuse making children.
Difficult to know it is who is being responsible,
And who to hold accountable...
For the raising of disrespectful kids,
Found totally without initiative or discipline.
It is so hard to maintain one's patience,
And make attempts to explain...
Even to those who appear to have brains,
What the benefit of staying motivated is.
And if one should expose to show concern,
With sincere understanding and comprehension...
One has learned from experience,
This is interpreted as trying to be better than the others.
And eventually...
The one who has grown to be that mature adult leaves,
To keep a nurtured peace of mind...
And those perceptions aging children keep to believe,
Alone for them to condone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The sixth sense is at the core of our experiences. It is what makes experiences out of events.
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