Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Freed to parade ideals and charade.
As an attack is made,
To dismantle and fade its greatness.
They babble on in divisions!
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Popularity is great...
For those on missions to seek it.
For those conditioned to live to be liked,
Inspite of how one inside truthfully feels.
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More of the same,
Is comforting to some.
Even though less of it is realized.
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Startling is the absence of vision.
It is clear these maverick voyages...
Have aborted from specifics.
It is as if an advancement towards the horizon,
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If I did not miss you...
I would not lay awake,
Convincing myself I hate you.
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I am not suppose to be the one sentimental.
And I hope it doesn't show.
God knows I stay rehearsed...
Not being too emotionally diverse.
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Dirt diggers in the midst.
With a maliciousness unresisted.
Whisper they drift to and fro.
Stirring up rumors wherever they go!
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Of course they have depicted me as a fool.
Wouldn't you...
If I came along to infect,
A collective ignorance the others project!
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Recaptured,
From desires of wanting favorite seasons...
To remain unchanged.
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The evidence that dissects their shallowness,
Has begun to surface.
And purposes to keep this hidden...
Has decadence becoming a valued way of life.
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