Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Often I awaken to first feel blessed.
Yet unforgiving I admit and this I confess.
It is the pettiness of others and their wickedness,
That upsets and keeps me pestered.
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I am too closely attached to my ancestors,
And heritage with an identity I keep dignified...
To get upset by those unconscious,
With wishes to prove themselves...
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Only a fool will make attempts,
To convince someone with ambitions...
Unknown to them to suggest or recommend,
What they must do to gain experience...
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I have never felt comfortable around those,
Who find it easy to speculate the feelings of others.
And with their druthers chit chat with others,
Giving outrageous opinions as if an authority...
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If you are counting on my appearance,
To depict my disposition to others...
This I can understand.
Since you perceive me to be in a box to fit.
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I fantasize us naked.
Hugging with a touching close.
And rubbing with a sucking,
Of each other's tongues.
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Keep this in mind.
From a superficial point of view,
Everything on one's banquet table appears fine.
As long as there is a feast on it.
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A sensationalized existence lived,
Can not be avoided in environments...
When people are entertained,
By any movement that is different...
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Why do those with self righteous speech,
Believe themselves to be the spokesmen of God?
And with their kept beliefs,
Leave behind a trail of conflicts heightened...
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Disconnected from depth and perception?
With a belief kept that only those lucky,
Do not sweat in anguish with tears to fall.
Or work at all but it is easy for them,
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