Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A revitalization created,
To rid 'collected' colors...
For a more luxurized version,
Of diversed flavor.
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It is what it is.
Not what one wishes it 'could' be.
Or should become,
After the experience of a composition exposed,
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All things one will receive,
In this lifetime.
Will come.
To leave.
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Irresponsibility makes it okay to trash the streets.
And leave them that way until someone or 'they'
Picks up after others...
With a broom to sweep.
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On the right,
Are those who make excuses.
On the left,
Are those who abuse.
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They believe to have things,
Leaves others impressed.
Perhaps in those days...
Long gone but still addressed.
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Many make false claims,
To sensationalize their own lives.
They use others as decoys,
To hide and mask their own insecurities.
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It use to bother me when I heard others say,
Who did or did not have talent.
And I believe one who breathes has skills,
Of some kind.
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Once that letting go begins,
There seems to be such freedom to admit...
Every aspect of pain and sorrow inflicted,
And held within, lifts.
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