Lawrence S. Pertillar Facts Poems

How can anyone conscious of a deed done...
Later admit,
They were not aware of it?
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Confronting anyone today with facts,
Not thickly coated in enriching sweetness...
Begins in an unending argument!
Oh...
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I know of no 'other' one...
NO ONE,
Who would turn their back...
On their worldly possessions,
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Whose innocence is left unaffected to protect?
Whose tender ears and covered eyes,
Have not yet peeped to hear in whispers...
Someone deceiving another with lies?
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More difficult than it is,
To sit in a position...
Being scrutinized,
For one's approach to lead.
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"LOLOLOLOL."

Overwhelming are the facts.
But why are they laughing hysterically,
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There are times,
When information requested to be revealed.
Should remain concealed.
To prevent an uncovering of the truth,
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Facts to have accepted them,
Offend more often than they defend.

To mention facts with them to prove,
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Discouraged.
Disillusioned.
And...
Troubled by the facts.
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Glued and strapped to facts.
With them watched,
To pack and label them...
Just like that to carry on backs.
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I have often HEARD,
From others between them said...
Who had did what for 'who'.
Not to witness at all.
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How unfortunate can it be,
With the advancement of technology.
And the availability of truth,
Anyone can research to discover...
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Many have lived to create,
Their own realities.
Never to adapt,
To accept a truth.
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Programmed to react to images.
Not a thought to have is attached,
To a meaning that has intention.
Programmed to react and that's that.
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Few these days awakening,
To face facts they had ignored.
Should expect a fast track,
With reality and the truth of it...
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The aftermath of facts,
To uncover them...
With hindsight and time taken,
Looking back...
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Racial injustices.
And discriminating inequities,
Continued historically...
By those deceived to believe,
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Entitled to deny the facts.
Yet rush many do to find a cure,
To prevent the truth...
From infecting the reality,
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Lies and facts.
Whether or not,
Facts are told.
Or lies to tell later.
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Missing,
Is a routine of the nonsense.
A nonsense to have normalized it,
Missed.
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The weasel may go 'pop'.
Jack and Jill,
May go up that hill...
With a pail to fetch water.
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Each step towards disclosure,
Remains suspenseful.
And gets more thrilling.
Although horrifies,
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The efforts taken to discredit,
Proof of evidence...
And its presence.
With efforts to reduce,
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'My client emphatically states,
Of being with others...
As an unwilling participant,
In the mud slinging.
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Twisting to distort facts,
From what they are to be.
To believe them easily misinterpreted.
Does not change the truth,
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Some use a common denominator,
Under handed to then split.
Some use a common denominator,
To inflict confusion quick.
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Give me some of that stacked you've got packed.
Give me some of those facts,
Carried on your back.
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Everyday there is 'something' else introduced
Many are solicited,
To advocate the supporting of ineffectiveness.
With a taking an attention away from the facts.
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What is more tragic?
The keeping of denials defended.
Or the results of keeping them,
To have them repeatedly excused to offend...
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It is best not to hint or mention,
To those self-righteous easily offended...
That their infighting and their argumentative,
Dispositions...
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No longer do I participate,
In prolonged conversations...
Involving events that had taken place.

Especially when people refuse to trace,
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Anyone making attempts,
To get advice from someone...
Who has not experienced,
The tolerance it takes...
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Pity weepers drip,
Their tears to be revisited.
Pity weepers drip...
Their sadness repeatedly.
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If I may take the time,
To express what I have witnessed...
Not to go away but stays on my mind,
About those who solicit, endorse and campaign...
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Why do they have meetings,
With it stated there is a need...
For a presence of more police,
To patrol with them seen on urban streets?
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False hope has been achieved for decades.
With a reality of it in abundance that sits.
Leaving reality to face denied and resisted.
As a negativity visits to defend without end.
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Why is it there are those who refuse to admit,
There is a reality that exists beyond created myths.
And readily available for purposes to review,
With an analyzing they can do if they so choose...
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Taking flights on assumptions,
Has always led to a bumpy landing...
For those who believe what they've been told,
About the lives of those they don't know.
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From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
From minds the chains are gone.
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Regardless of those statements you've made,
To anyone who has given you time to listen.

I was the one who accepted your blemishes and flaws.
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Vulnerability when needed,
Can attract true love.
With a getting of some pity too.
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Play too cool and lose!
Many ultimately choose this to do.
Only to become alarmists,
After ignoring that the facts exist.
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I did what?

Use YOU,
To accomplish MY deeds?
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A comfort in passing judgement on others,
Has its way of returning this activity...
Right back to those detractors.
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Those expectations I have for myself,
Has yet to require
A solicitation of assistance.
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You should be the last to call someone a radical.
When you are more than fast to attack without facts.
To prejudge anyone based upon their appearance alone...
Is a characteristic of a fanatic on hormones.
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Very few 'doers' are without their critics.
And they may be relatives.
Or 'close' friends to suspect.
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They claim to be in self defined exile.
Losing a grip on crushed realities.
None lived to believe in...
And still they wish them pleased.
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Few care anymore what bores.
Eyes are beginning to widen bright.
And the speed by which they are opened...
Have many with less time to impress,
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To be without things easily received,
Then taken.
Breaking mistaken trust.
And cussing those you blame,
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