Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

She invents the circumstances.
Very little of what she says is true.
Embellishing experience,
To demean as a defense.
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Within the framework
Of who it is I am.
And all that I am,
Is my purpose to nurture.
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This is the deal:
You will either be trapped in madness...
Or you will be released to express bitterness!
This is your option:
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The best thing about having no regrets,
Is managing to handle a fading bitterness kept.
There comes a point in one's life,
Deciding who is wrong or right...
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Intellectualizing their own defeat,
With increased double talk...
And selective sound bites,
Has decreased their effectiveness.
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The cresting that comes and wanes...
Does not fade within a heart,
That has felt the gift of Sun!
It remains and not falters...
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Teleprompted speeches
Prepared to deliver daily hype,
From those caught up in worshipping
The onslaught of their own dysfunctions!
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Okay!
Now that the smelling salts have been applied...
And you have survived from revival visitations,
With Howdy Dowdy, Buffalo Bob and Clarabelle.
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Objects to be used.
They view themselves this way.
In a perfected display...
Of a total loss of identity.
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Things began to define them.
Giving them reason and a purpose to live.
Living without things teased...
They felt an emptiness within.
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