Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A wasted investment,
Should not take days, months or decades...
To detect an ineffectiveness.
Yet there are those who maintain their high hopes,
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To prove you have been 'there',
And by others taken for granted...
While they have laid bathing in claims,
That what you have done...
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When one has asked for the truth,
And gets it heard to be delivered straight...
Why is it then they begin,
To accuse the one unafraid to speak it...
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No one wants to believe,
They have been made a fool...
By lies told they have accepted.
And deceived by those who are evil too!
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I've stepped out with a greeting of my fate.
I've stepped out with a greeting of my fate.
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Yesterday I sat determined,
The day before had been in my past.
And every tomorrow after that I lived,
I would not dwell on sadness.
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If to win means that much to anyone,
Feeling a need to campaign for popularity...
Instead of quality or integrity of a performance,
Delivered.
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The more we try to hide behind those denials kept,
The louder out tears are heard...
With a shaking of cold sweats as truth,
Increases to get bigger.
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A preference fixed as a choice to remain,
Glued to misguidance and delusion...
With an accepting of it,
Has its consequences to pay for those...
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