Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The budding.
A rebirth of a season missed.
Spring arrives to lift spirits high.
Clear blue skies are witnessed...
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Such a pity has come to show,
On the faces of the people...
Doing their best to prove themselves,
Better than others.
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It's falling apart...
Quicker than their suspicions,
Can point fingers.
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Be safe.
Be cool.
Be for real...
By doing what you feel,
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You STILL wouldn't 'get it'.
Even IF the directions,
Were drawn using neon crayons
Pointing to the exit...
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'If' said to hear it,
To suggest or recommend.
Has a powerful effect kept,
On one's imagination.
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In the silence there are answers.
When the mind is hushed.
And free of busy thoughts to think.
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I am not perfect.
I have flaws.
And they are there in public view.
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Okay!
I will admit what I observe daily,
Does not exist with a worthiness to mention.
It will be difficult.
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The boldest moves to take,
Are those one makes...
To shake away from the past.
And divorcing from it quick!
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