Realization Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Realization.
There is 'something' honest,
And truthful about its presentation.
Somehow...
All enclosures are sealed.
Exposed exits do not exists.
Escapes of all kinds are gone.
Devalued are right or wrong conceptions.
Mysteries are lifted.
Plans to use remnants of deceptions,
Have diminished in mental investments.
A reduced satisfaction to induce 'myths'...
Produce tears for some.
There is no where to run.
Or places to hide backbiting divisions.
Backstabbing wishes are missing.
Reasons for existing have many flustered.
Rehearsing bitterness,
Has lost its tit-for-tat power.
Realization has developed,
Both in and outside incisions...
To heighten consciousness.
Racists excuses have lost their use.
Relief for those grieving restricted comforts,
To return...
Exposes pretensions.
Traditions inflicting a separateness fades.
Blemishes and insecurities are bared.
We are all in the presence of realization.
Giving it our undivided attention!
Nappy, Straight, corn-rowed or dread heads...
With blond, brown or shades of eyes witnessing,
Find themselves up and beyond such pettiness!
A magnitude of 'supreme' intelligence embraces.