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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!

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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Unconsciousness Is Needed to Sanitize the Blight

Unconsciousness is needed,
To sanitize the blight!
Closed minds are keeping...
Shut tight!
And uptight!

Folks have given up on praying.
Dazed in disbeliefs.
And covering dread,
Under silk and satin sheets!
Licking crumbs off tables...
Wishing sauteéd meat to eat!
As they meet and greet defeated,
People!
Sleeping on crowded heatless streets!

Goodbye to delusions
Secluded in the making!
Their cries have manifested truth!
Hello to the warnings,
No one thought would trespass.
Reality has come to many face to face.
Forgotten are those preferences,
That now have been replaced!

Unconsciousness is needed,
To sanitize the blight!
Closed minds are keeping...
Shut tight!
And uptight...
With the facts that frighten!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Investigating Improprieties

Investigating Improprieties,
Promises to undo
A way of life historically pursued.
And had been based upon them,
With a flair that flourished affairs.

Those with outcries,
To expose and uncover lies denied...
Have placed their own existence,
In a jeopardy that threatens a pretense...
That had molded together,
Thieving dignities.

And foundations comprised,
On tweaked claims and alibis...
Unravels a society fantasized!
As truth concealed reveals...
An undoing of shattered myths,
Given life to breathe!

Leaving the purpose of taxation,
The core to finance an ending greed.
The seed that fed,
Their need to seek a greatness!
Will this acknowledgement cease their probe?
And advance them with this self assessment.
Or will they stay frozen...
In an accepted ignorance they chose!
A truth pursued can be cruel and crude.
And...
Connected to released freedoms.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With You Not In My Mind

Whatever it is that is perceived of me,
With or without my decision made for preferences...
To change daily my appearance if I wish.
And this truth I speak you can believe,
With a betting to place at any casino!

If I choose to paint butterfly wings on my bare ass...
The doing of it has been a yearning to do it.
And the action well deserved as I deem it to be,
EARNED!
With you not in my mind to think about to consult.

Trust me.
I will not be condemned to satisfy limits.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tender and Sweet

Sorry to disappoint.
But I am not the tender/sweet kind.
I am aware that kind of association,
Is generally placed upon those
Who express their creativity as a performing art.
And the 'arts' are suppose to be for those of limp wrists.
I've heard that all my life.
And no one I've ever met quite depicted that at all.

Those I know are very hard working.
Thought provoking and determined.

Architects are artists.
Athletes are entertainers.
And those who dance for a living...
God bless them.
Where would this society be?
If a carpenter had no creative abilities to use a tree.

The only people I observe who are tender and sweet.
Are those who do exactly as they are told.
Then complain and whine to everyone they meet.
And they are much too weak to do what I do!
But I will say...
Preferences?
I have a few of those.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be You Pursued

Be you pursued!
This day.
Be you,
With patience kept.
Freed of memories,
Bringing tears to eyes...
Once wept now dry.

Be you pursued!
This day.
With a closed not to openly inspect,
Treasure chest.
Waiting for that special one to come,
And identify a suffering done now overcomed to go.
With a showering of light that bestows clear and cloudless sky.

Be You,
Pursued.
Don't give away what has been given to you,
As a gift...
For all that you have been through.
Reveal that treasured chest to only the best.
To an open heart that connects and sparks start.

Protect your assets.
With the best invest your mind and time.

Be you now pursued!
With a self worth you know is valued.
To be recognized by the one who knows life...
As you do too!

Be you...
Pursued to be cherished.
And be loved by the one for you,
Who is true.
Be you now that one pursued.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed As If Cemented

Those who remain with wishes,
To see things as they would choose to view them.
And not how things are.
Since things are the way they have been...
Unchanged and unbending.
Fixed as if cemented.
There is nothing to say,
To those like that.

Those who disbelieve,
Things are not as they are seen.
But 'should' be the way they would 'like'?
That is alright.
Do not frustrate in argument with them.
Your time...
Not theirs,
Is to mellow like fine wine.
Know this!

Others who have had these 'things'...
Just as they are and wish to leave them that way.
Defend their points of view.
Despite what it is you do.
Whether you condone what is done or not.

And it is difficult to get that across to some people.

But not for the few!
Who have chosen their own lives to live.
And have chosen to do the best they can...
To assist,
With any apparent awakening...
Some stand by and expect.

However,
If things as they are as observed are accepted...
By those affected.
And they wish things to be just the way they are?
'Left-a-lone! '
It is better to leave what is seen that way.
ALONE!

Turn away from it and live one's own life.
Frustration free and nurturing one's peace of mind!

Unless?
There is always an 'unless' involved.

Unless...
One has desires to remain in darkness!
And argue about the prospects,
Of a light that could shine...
Between two ears already known closed.

Optimistic people love the concept of options!

Although,
Some narrow minds will never open that wide!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since I've Come To My Senses

Giving up on my life,
To not sleep peacefully at night.
With a pacing of the floor...
Back and forth and uptight.
Not anymore.
Since I've come to my senses,
Open are those doors I've closed before.

Giving up on my dreams,
To witness them flow downstream...
Panicked.
Not anymore.
Since I've come to my senses,
Down came those fences...
And defenses raised.

Doing things for others to see them pleased,
With approval unshown...
They appreciated me.
Not anymore.
Since I've come to my senses.

I will not be accused,
For something done I did do.
To then feel used and psychologically abused...
With an inflicting of my own torment?
No!
Not anymore...
Since I've come to my senses.

Giving up on my life to feel accepted,
As a focused objective to have others reject...
No.
Not anymore.
I've closed those doors.
There are so many others I had to learn to open,
With a coming to my senses.
Before I prevented so much I now can see.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Don't From Them Leave!

When mouths are open and ears are closed...
Walk away from this.
Do not hesitate,
As if waiting for this to change.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
People will choose ignorance to expose.
Since they have been conditioned to not listen.
And folks convinced like these...
Will bring you to your knees,
If you don't from them decide you should leave!
If you don't from them leave! ,
You're doomed to grieve.
Minds like these are locked without a key.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
Before your life becomes a misery.
And choose to move and do it instantly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions

If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.

They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.

With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!

These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Core and Center of Most Complaints

So many people have tortured themselves,
With beliefs they should not be happy.
With mindsets that have been dictated to accept,
To do for others first...
Before doing first for self.

'Oh it is selfish to think of oneself.'
I once was told.
As I sought happiness to be given to me.
While determining who I should accept it from?
With a list of preferences as to how it should be received.

Oh I was messed up mentally as a child.
I took things to mean what they were literally.
Like 'God don't like ugly'.
I later learned this was a figure of speech.
And I use to think people I thought physically ugly...
Had absolutely no chance to impress God.

I was a child.
And folks were seeking everything possible,
To keep my curiousities controlled.
And...
I wasn't having none of it!

So many people have tortured themselves,
With beliefs they should not be happy.
With mindsets that have been dictated to accept,
To do for others first...
Before doing first for self.

This is what living life has taught me...
If there is no happiness within the self?
Don't expect it from someone else.
And...
If you have insecurities and low self esteem?
Do not accuse someone else,
Of not understanding you and treating you mean.

Those elements have been implanted in your mind.
If you aren't spending the time to undo this crime?
Don't attempt to blame someone else,
Because you have been left willfully victimized.
And tied by circumstances to visualize a lack of dollars.
The core and center of most complaints!

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I think one's sexuality can be the center of life, and coming out and discovering your sexuality is something that really can define your existence.

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Inspired

Why am I seeking to be controversial?
I am not specifically seeking that at all.

However...
I am inspired to experience my life.
Enjoying the creativity that it offers.
I certainly can not sit to limit myself,
In restrictions.

I am a part of this...
Life as it is.
I am not into the correction of semantics.
Or will allow my creative aspirations,
To become diminished,
By those passing judgements.
In whispered innuendos.

And I am grateful to God...
Who has allowed my existence.
And God has not shown me a sign,
Of disapproval yet.
I suspect,
I am being encouraged!

In fact,
I am motivated to expose my nakedness.
Yes.
In a tastefulness some may reject.

But I am not here to appease the wishes of others.
I am here to deliver every aspect of my gifts.
Take them to enjoy or leave them.
But I will guarantee you this...
There will be something for your mind to tease.
And...
Something for your eyes to lick lips if you please.

And something left to solicit gossip.
To entertain those seeking controversy!
And for free.
Those who know me...
Know I stay broke.
Not a penny to show for my talents.

So don't accuse me...
For my multi-abilities.
And it is going to be there,
Everywhere!
And 'that' seems to be my destiny!
Although I am not above turning away...
Any and all,
Monetary donations!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out And About Hunting

Now you recognize me.
And an absence of a mystery has gone.
Now you have belief with comprehension.
And from the moment we met,
I have yet to see the 'you' revealed.

With your discovery you say I have more appeal.
But in my mind,
I had hoped you would find me...
Someone more than passing an assessment test.

And you,
Have left me feeling there is nothing special about you at all.
Like the rest with preferences you wish to match,
I am not fishing to catch anyone...
Out and about hunting with a mask on and sniffing for clues.

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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

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Clearer To See Through

With the windows of the world...
And the people living within it,
Becoming clearer to see through.
Although some will still choose to believe...
They hide behind masks and disguises,
As if they can stop and block out one's vision!

No one graduates through life,
Without learning something...
About the process.
It's like the watching,
Of elementary school children...
Absorbing 'elementary' skills.
Once those skills are learned,
The mind begins to connect...
To an openness with a wish to progress.

Those things seen today,
Were not as obvious yesterday.
And when new lessons are learned...
The old ones just don't fade away.
They stay with a probing done!

And no one living under the Sun,
When light begins to shine on everyone...
Can keep what they believe is kept discreet.
Although they may perceive themselves,
As hiding secrets.
Or that truth,
Is a matter of one's interpretation of it.
And anyone who has ever been exposed to truth,
Knows there is only one...
Truth,
That becomes revealed.

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It Is Clear You Are Not Pleased

The moment you let go,
Of what you believe is discreet.
With a keeping to yourself,
Secrets you wished not to be leaked.
You will discover others...
Who once sought to stay unexposed,
Lonely and undercover.

And for what reason?
To obviously treat yourself with treason?
Or become the last...
To pretend you live a life of happiness,
When your sad approach to living,
Is based on beliefs long passed.

The moment you let go,
Of what you believe is discreet.
With a keeping to yourself,
Secrets you wished not to be leaked.
You will discover others...
Who once sought to stay unexposed,
Lonely and undercover.

And for what reason?
It is clear you are not pleased.
With yourself...
Or anyone else who now accepts a life of ease.
You know...
Tension and uptightness free?
Maybe this is what you don't know that shows!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Those Restless Ones

Do I regret anything I've done in my past?
Yes! Most certainly!
I regret I am not able to expose my eclectic interests,
Faster than I am able to live...
To have them critiqued,
By those with nothing else to do.

It is frustrating keeping a mystique...
For those restless ones,
Chosen to uncover dirt!
And doing the best I can,
To satisfy this need.

I am on their side!
I understand their cravings!

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Treasure Each Moment Given

Let go of your hold,
On sad yesterdays.
Treasure each moment,
Of today.
And know what was 'then'...
Can and will be a new 'now'.
To let begin and start.
Just open your heart...
And live!

Give and receive more happiness.
Release from your mind limits set.
And let all regrets,
You've collected to upset.
Remove them from your doorstep...
And live.

It's your life to like and not despair.
Wish to meet those who choose fresh air,
To breathe.
Believe you are there,
Free from rules to break!
Or dreams you can not make come true.
It's up to you...
To prove you can do it!

Give and receive more happiness.
Release from your mind limits set.
And let all regrets,
You've collected to upset.
Remove them from your doorstep...
And live.

Let go of your hold,
On sad yesterdays.
Treasure each moment,
Of today.
And know what was 'then'...
Can and will be a new 'now'.
To let begin and start.
Just open your heart...
And live!

Who better than you,
Would you pick or choose...
To 'star' as the one to play that part?
Treasure each moment given,
To live.

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