Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It takes a lot to hopscotch over the line,
When it is done.
It takes a lot to get a push and open a mind,
To let things done be overcomed.
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If it wasn't for the love,
To me others showed and expressed...
I would not be here to enjoy,
Such a quality of life...
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It is difficult to remain objective...
When a solicitation comes.
It is difficult not to feel imposed upon...
When a rating is demanded,
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Those who have distanced 'themselves',
From the ones who spoke truth.
And embarrassed those distanced,
Who remain sustaining delusions...
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Anyone allowing themselves,
To be made useless...
With the producing of excuses,
Has reduced a blessing to them given...
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Creating a place,
To nurture the presence of doubt...
Affects and wounds,
One's credibility assumed.
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If I awakened without life,
How could I prove it?
Or validate I once did live?
Who would know I even existed?
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I am not going to sit here,
And listen to a thing you have to say.

'Whew...
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Taste this.
'What is it? '
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If I didn't,
Then who would?

'Then who would,
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