Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Someone who has lived through,
Life threatening illnesses...
To survive near death experiences.
With visits from soft spoken priests,
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Loyal to the spoils of life to enjoy...
That some may come to depict as a selfishness.
When this becomes witnessed,
To leave those unfamiliar with their share of it...
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Many are discovering,
An emptiness felt...
From a quest to achieve,
Possessions obsessed.
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What are you doing?
'Preparing my next smearing campaign.'

Why?
Against who or whom?
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If progress is in the making of a total mess,
There must be absolutely without a doubt...
Many responsible who have accomplished this.
And they should walk around with puffed up chests.
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What has happened to our valued standards and traditions?
What will become of our myths and rituals,
Upon which we so desperately depend?

'We are creating some new ones.
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One must do with a following through,
What is most desired and wished...
On a daily basis to get done to do.
And not with approval by others to choose.
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I hear your words.
And feel them clearly.
So deep has the object,
Taken to represent and symbolize...
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No figment am I to contrive to fit,
Fabricated concoctions...
To be picked and devise as is wished.
Nor am I a concept,
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Once it is acknowledged,
Accepted to convince...
That a kept ignorance is expensive,
To deepen deficits of all kinds...
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