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What For Them Will Be Their Just Reward

Beginning to grieve their own imperfections,
They seek 'immediate' relief...
From the sight of their flaws and blemishes,
They have begun to witness.
Yet for years by others seen,

Even though those same 'flaws' and 'blemishes',
Now declared too painful...
Have agonized others who have suffered...
With a tolerance,
Of sacrificing all of their lifes...
Enduring being afflicted by them.

With no one attempting to heal or mend,
The scars they have had to pretend were not felt.
Or for 'them' and those before them,
Carried.
But did dare not to say,
Existed!

What for them and those before them,
Will be their just reward?
Apologies?
Ointments?
Bandages to mask their wounds?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flaws

Blemishes are like opinions given.
They are exposed for what they are.
To either accept or reject them.
Something eventually is corrected.

Someone with flaws has to be convinced.
Some flaw bearers are nauseating...
And sometimes over compensate what is done,
For approval sake that comes close to being disgusting

However...
Few with blemishes AND flaws,
Have the ability to capture the imagination of anyone.
Unless they are comedians laughing sadly at themselves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reflected Perception of Satisfactions

Life is much more,
Than the limitations given.
And those who chose not to see life that way?
It is okay to leave them convinced...
They are a reflected perception of satisfactions,
Sometimes there to please.
And most times delivering to them blemishes,
Found to compare an awareness of flaws!
They wish to correct...
With further imperfections!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lacking In the Package

Being stripped naked.
And inspected for those blemishes,
Or flaws...
I accept!

I am not one to pretend they do not exist.
Or am I one to wish them away.
Not as eager as I am to be naked.
Just like this!

So please...
You will not embarrass me,
If you believe there is something I need to know...
That I have mistaken as a gift!

And you have viewed 'something'
That is lacking in the package!

I will admit over the years...
That parts of me aren't so quick to lift!
Or satisfy the beholder,
Who believes I should at least address it.

That,
And/or my nakedness.
Or my willingness to completely strip,
To bare all!

Even though my grip,
On my narcissistic days...
Do seem to be slipping,
Into a fading aging phase.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Or Without Mentioned Or Hidden Intentions

God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.

People rather not mix religion and politics.
Or have discussions about sex...
Especially if it's on Sunday.
That's when a lot of people go to church,
To mingle with others to confess...
What is dumped from their dirty minds.

God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
Regardless of who's sins,
Broke man's rules and created laws.
Regardless who has blemishes,
Or hidden unadmitted flaws.
God knows it all...
If in God one claims their faith stays,
To believe.

God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
Why is it so many people pretend they don't?
When God already knows,
What creations of His...
Are or are not pure!
And nobody has that right,
To interpret who's side God is on...
As if God has not already decided,
Who's hiding what it is they do out of God's sight.

God already knows who's nasty.
God already knows,
Regardless of the 'I do's or didn'ts.
With or without mentioned or hidden intentions,
Dumped from the dirtiest of minds of those who sin...
Or pretend they are better than those who openly do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obvious Glares

You proclaim others' flaws...
In public settings
As if to do that,
Diminishes your own blemishes.
You should refrain from doing that.
Since it may decrease what you perceive as adulation...
From the obvious glares of those,
Who seem not too amused by fools!
And they do not laugh 'with' you at all!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Not Teach You How To Get It

Yes, I have my issues.
With each I have admitted.
There are struggles I've been through.
And some I still have that I deal with.

I have my days when my flaws loudly speak.
With blemishes I wear and carry,
Exposed publicly.
And accepting 'me' as I've done.

I know I feel a freedom.
That seems to conflict with no one...
But you!
And I can not teach you how to get it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nobody Else

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make claims that they had it when they did.
No!

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make those claims they had it when they did.
No!

The sharing space all in my face.
Nobody else will get to know.
Or sharing toothpaste not replaced.
Nobody else will get to know.
To get that close to me no more.
Nobody else will get to know...
Snuggling up when they get cold.

NO!

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make that claim they had it when they did.
No!

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make those claims they had it when they did.
No!

How I look before I'm dressed.
Nobody else will get to know.
Or how I look in nakedness.
Nobody else will get to know.
Blemishes exposing flaws.
Nobody else will get to know...
What I like or what I hate.
Since my mind is back in shape.

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make a claim they had it when they did.
No!

Nobody else will ever get a chance to get it.
Oh no.
Or make one claim they had it when they did.
No!

I'm not giving up a bit of my peace to leave it!
Oh no.
I'm not seeking anymore to wound and heal.
Uh, uh no, no!

I'm not giving up a bit of my peace to leave it!
Oh no.
I'm not seeking anymore to wound and heal.
Uh, uh no, no!

No more bending or giving in!
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
No more bending or giving in!
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
Those doors once open now are closed.

The sharing space all in my face.
Nobody else will get to know.
Or sharing toothpaste not replaced.
Nobody else will get to know.
To get that close to me no more.
Nobody else will get to know...
Snuggling up when they get cold.
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
Those scars I've had I've let them go!
And no one will ever get that close,
Again!
No, no!

And no one will ever get that close,
Again!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Depthness Of Their True 'Who

Seeking to have revealed,
The person behind the persona?
With a feeling felt real,
Stripped from a concealment?
To then show the depthness,
Of their true 'who'...
From under layers peeled?
Since this is what they had chosen to do.

When was the last time...
Anyone exposed their blemishes,
To acknowledge their flaws...
When they were verbally attacked,
For being unnatural.
And criticized by those pretentious...
Who themselves expressed shock,
Dismay AND appall.

And still people wish,
For those times to come...
When 'others' can be believed and trusted?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunny Day

Would you show me the door?
My apologies
I will slither out across the floor
I will crawl out on my knees
I'm ugly, my soul is ugly too
I have so many flaws
I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do
I hate myself because I....
I'll stand far away!
My apologies
I wouldn't wanna dull your sunny day
I'll crawl out on my knees
I'm sorry, I wreak of depression
I have so many flaws
Your happiness is my only obsession
Just you, all you
Don't blame me I never can believe how stupid I can sound
For you, only you
It's obviously my fault why can't I? And figure out what's wrong with me
Just you, all you
I can never truly make you satisfied sometimes I just wish I wasn't me
For you, only you
Maybe I'd be better off alone all I do is embarass me
I'm nasty, I'll try not to get me on you
My apologies
God forbid, what would we do?
I'll crawl out on my knees
I'll stand far away
I have so many flaws
I wouldn't wanna dull your sunny day
My karma last night, was your dinner
My apologies
I will follow you cause your a winner
I will crawl out on my knees
You aura, it glows like toxic waste
I have so many flaws
Spit and I would lick it just to taste your presence
Just you, all you
Don't blame me I never can believe how stupid I can sound
For you, only you
It's obviously my fault why can't I ? and figure out what's wrong with me
Just you, all you
I can never truly make you satisfied sometime I just wish I wasn't me
For you, only you
Maybe I'd be better off alone all I do is embarass me
I'm staring at your picture
Standing on the chair the rope is ti

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They Call People Like That Comedians

There are those with insecurities,
Who believe them to be less noticeable...
If they are quick to point out the flaws,
And blemishes of others in public.
And with loud disrespecting remarks.
To ensure an attention to them is given.
In the hopes that someone will find them humorous.
Although at the expense of degrading another.

'They call people like that,
Legitimate comedians.'

People like that who do what they do,
And not get paid...
Offstage too?
Are people who can not perceive to believe,
Those who hear and see what they do to others...
Do not think of them as humorous.
As much as they witness publicly,
Someone proving with a doing to be a legitimate fool.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less Tongue

Isn't always a 'they' involved?
A group of nameless faces.
We blame as a resolve.
To escape our guilts...
And flaws,
With the pimples and the blemishes.

Isn't it always a 'they' involved?
Some unknown entity to blame.
When something 'affects' our peace?
And that monster inside of us heats.
We seek places to go...
To get it whipped and/or beatened.
Either for the attention of it...
Or to satisfy masochistic pleasures.
Which is it?

And it is always a 'they' involved,
Doing it better.
And doing it because they want it in return...
With it done even better than it was given.
With a lot less tongue!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Basic Am I

So basic am I,
My blemishes and flaws...
Have a personality of their own.
They have no fear to appear publicly.
In fact...
When I had made attempts to hide them,
I began to hear rumors...
I was trying to find a reason,
To escape from my accomplishments...
Only a few had discovered.
And no one 'then' had believed,
I was seriously seeking to achieve anything.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Opened My Eyes

I opened my eyes,
And determined I would only see Sun.
No matter who had said what to me.
Or the happenings in those yesterdays done.
I've begun to enjoy my walks through the rain.
Most times with pain I have learned not to prioritize.

When I opened my eyes my mind seemed to clear.
I looked into the mirror and saw what appeared.
And excuses for blemishes and flaws I magnitized...
Disappeared to allow me a living of my life as 'I' liked.
And asking someone how to do that...
Took an immediate backseat in my mind.

When I opened my eyes...
They were 'my' eyes to open.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flaws Faced

Traumatic its revelation.
Self evaluation.
There and undenied...
Are flaws faced,
Blemishes accepted...
No longer can I hide,
With a wish to replace.

And from out of darkness,
Is my existence...
Lifted from conflict.
And instead of running away from criticisms...
There is a welcoming that assists,
To further as I correct...
A more defining happiness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Discovery Of The Self

Discovery of the self,
I've made.
A probing with a complete evaluation.
Blemishes and flaws,
Once wished would go away!
Now are displayed.
With a discovery of the self,
I've made.
Only to correct and refine,
The presentation in my mind!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turning Back The Clock

Each day finds me in the spotlight
up above my mirror hung.
Revealing all my blemishes,
which can stop me looking young.

The jaw line is not so taut now,
and eyelids are drooping fast.
I’d hoped to grow old gracefully,
but the job ahead is vast.

Every hour brings on wrinkles,
which seem to be very deep,
The make-up kit cannot conceal,
when the imperfections creep.

I dab on sheer beige foundation,
what’s missing is pencilled in.
Some rosy lips to draw the eye
from the flaws upon the chin.

If I could just keep my distance,
the picture is not a shock.
A pleasant face appears and smiles,
bit like turning back the clock.

But in the garish light of day,
those age lines stand out for real.
For when that spotlight shines on me,
I so need a facial peel.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Driven To Madness

No matter where one goes.
Or language one speaks...
With or without an ethnic heritage,
To proclaim!
There is going to be a gratification sought,
To satisfy.

Human beings have a tendency,
To denounce their animalistic cravings...
As unnatural.
Confessing...
They have 'sins', flaws and other blemishes.
And yet attempt to escape from their insecurities...
Through games of conflict.
And the obsession they impose upon themselves,
To obtain possessions.

Only to rid themselves of possessions...
To be lured and tempted to seek physical gratifications,
To satisfy.
And driven to madness,
If denied!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Human With Flaws

All I am
Is a human with flaws
You can't change me
You can't me no
And you can't erase my problems
Just a human with flaws?
I guess, this sounds
Normal
There is a person
Behind the flaws
Can you see her?
She's beautiful
Smart, Happy... Perfect
But no one sees her
Do they?
So, yes, all I am
is a human with flaws
But everyone can change
And so can I

poem by Alyssa Ray
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Considered The Joke Too!

I'd just want to say...
Your spelling of 'considered',
Had been done in an incorrect way.
And...
I wish to point that out,
To bring it to your attention...
You have nothing to really,
Laugh that loud about.

'You can not be serious? '

I am.
I've been assigned to correct your flaws.
And your unconscious blemishes.

'Had you thought you were being used.
And considered the joke too? '

Not really.
I am known to be the master of correctness.

'You must be 'half-way' out of the house? '

Why do you point to your head?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Happy To Be Themselves

Many have chosen to acknowledge,
Their blemishes and flaws.
With an exposure,
That does not camouflage...
In broad daylight.

They are happy to be themselves.

Others uptight about appearances made,
Without showing themselves in full masquerade...
Even try to call themselves a performance of art.
Alone as they parade in shades of darkness,
In costume selected for tomorrow's charade.

Never happy to be themselves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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