Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

What world have they been living in?
Not to notice the vanishing,
Of their quality of life slowly diminishing.
It's not as if there were not those who said so.
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It is a feeling unexplained,
When someone acknowledges...
A good thing done.
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Am I not to know or feel the pain,
You went out of your way to inflict upon me?
Am I not to know the sneakiness by which you did it?
Or were you hoping I would dropp to my knees...
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A few are going to be on one side.
The rest will be on another.
And none will see the same parade...
Or who controls what they observe!
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The fabric of corruption,
Is attached and fits...
The frame it has covered,
Like traditions sacred.
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You tell me what you think and mean.
But why you don't,
Let it go!
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Incite,
They do.
With a barricade...
To masquerade insecurities.
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They claim to be in self defined exile.
Losing a grip on crushed realities.
None lived to believe in...
And still they wish them pleased.
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What has happened to your world,
Girl?
And that man you snuck around with...
That gave me the evil eye.
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With a discipline kept in practice.
And assisted through my ardent prayers.
I am there within a mental seclusion.
I am there aware and devoted...
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