Figments' Of My Imagination Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Figments' Of My Imagination



From my point of view,
And I do believe I am deserving...
Of being conscious enough,
To know I have one to acknowledge.
Afterall...
With my own eyes open wide and ears to hear,
There were times I sought validation...
From strangers to 'solidify' my observations.
And none were of 'extraterrestials'. Not a one.

My life to live has been based on facts.
Facts to face and not deluded by traps.
Traps to dangle like carrots,
To addict my appetite for that kind of distraction.
Just was not a taste happening for me.

With 'that' said.
And 'this' to be expressed...
At this stage and age of my life,
I need no one to convince me...
Those crazed and displaying it all over the place,
Are 'figments' of my imagination.
Since my mind to create is not that awesome.
Trust me.

And if these are just 'figments' kept within my mind,
Dancing with sick pits sitting in the center of them...
To have those attempting to have them censored,
From being mentioned...
To minimize the attention truth to speak gets,
Hello to the sick pits...
As they rush to give priority to depictions inflicted.
To an existence of protected pretensions.

I doubt very seriously...
If what comes next will have them claiming,
Misfits and fools diminished their quality of life.
With an active booting them to the curb,
Shunned and ostracized.
To then hear them explain how this was done,
When they used effective measures...
To have all believe greatness and progress,
Have been steps they have taken to achieve success.
And with this done not to give credit to a misfit or a fool.
But those who do plagiarize lie and deny it, anyway!

From my point of view,
And I do believe I am deserving...
Of being conscious enough,
To know I have one to acknowledge.
It seems to me,
The higher one climbs to get to the top of the tree...
Seldom is it heard from them mentioned,
Who at first gave to them the encouragement.
But often they seek to get their egos a boost,
To have it perceived...
Not only did they first see the tree,
But they also nourished its growth.

Thursday, April 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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