Faults And Mistakes Admitted Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Faults and mistakes to admit.
Should these days,
Not embarrass anyone.

Who is it born,
Without lessons to learn?
To qualify themselves to be,
Perfect.
And who are they,
Judging to be judgement free?
Deceiving.
To have others believe...
Immaculate had been,
Their birth on Earth.
Without being pleased,
By satisfying temptations!

Lieing to anyone,
Is not an honor.
It just seems that way.
When one is dressed,
To impress.
Covering up a lust,
Most prefer...
To address in private.
Completely naked.
And feeling free to express,
What it is they like best.

But...
There will always be the ones,
Wanting their desires...
And wishes met.
To have become obsessed,
With status to obtain it.
Regardless how appalling,
What they express...
To confess publicly.

'You want me,
To do what and take care of it?
Take care of what? '

'If I have to show you,
What is clearly observable.
My explanation,
Would lose and diminish...
The meaning of purpose.
Serving neither,
Our expectations to anticipate.
You feel me? '

'Hopefully,
That between us...
Will not begin to happen.'