Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Stuck in the middle of,
Something this is not my stuff.
Caught in the middle of,
Something this is not my stuff.
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What is there to lose,
If one's sanity is gained?
When a treasured chest of delusions kept,
Has beliefs of an armed madness...
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The roughest part of living life,
Is trudging through reality.
Some prefer to identify as obstacles.
With determined faith to have them erased.
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A truth dismissed,
Does not solicit for listeners.
Or advocates an enforcement of it.
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One needs not to continue,
To attempt to convince others...
There is an idiot amongst them,
Who is unbelieving of it.
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Free to live unselfishly detached,
From scattered confusion...
Leaving minds attacked.
To find my life more of a breeze,
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Breaking the strokes,
Of acceptable cycles...
Has to be done,
If a future is expected...
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'Hello.
I am taking a survey of those,
Who have chosen home schooling...
Oppose to private or public schooling,
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When the evening comes,
And the quietness invites relaxation...
I welcome reflection and times reminisced.
As the days seem to speed away...
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You will find me,
With my presence felt.
Without difficulty.
Since we've already made,
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