Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Torned by random runs.
With a direction unspecific.
Split between continuing,
On a path thick.
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Instead of ensuring each step they placed,
Had been taken to prevent...
A losing of identities to keep intact,
They chose not to do that.
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A population teased to feed the opulence,
Of a few praising to worship...
The benefits of kept decadence,
Can be directly accredited to their obsessions...
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No one,
Invited to come into my home...
Will disrespect my environment,
Or me.
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Discussing with anyone,
What I perceive to be an obstacle...
Or is on my path to block in opposition,
To do with an understanding I comprehend...
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Don't you talk about people,
With venom in your mouth...
Until you know the facts.
With just the facts you talk about.
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Remembering when things,
Had a control and purpose...
I once believed had everlasting meaning.
And with them my life by others was received,
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Tomorrow for me has yet to come,
To commit with definite certainty...
What it is I will do,
To have it done with a guarantee.
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Changes you envision,
To include a perceived diversity.
Like a window dressing all can see.
By removing a fence.
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One will never be able to feel secure,
Or be free to express an identity found...
If one is incapable of breaking away,
From the opinions of others being made.
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