Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

An identity to lose it,
Is an identity not to have had.
If felt to claim to know it.
And not a passing fashion fad.
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Stacked upon backs packed.
An abundance of baggage.
Spilling over with guilt.
Yet...
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If I forgive you.
And you,
Forgive me.
Why can't we,
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Mouths close.
To once be open.
Words heard to conflict,
Become pointless...
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When someone's 'me' and 'l' is missing,
From a comversation.
Not to hear this mentioned.
Or heard it to listen,
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Truth suffers.
On both sides,
Of a divided...
Decisive stubbornness.
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Demons pursue deception and conflicts.
Truth seekers produce,
Evidence of it.
That entraps demons to expose themselves.
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Surfaced twisted wishes.
Unconsciously made.
And postured.
With an effective clownish delivery.
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Instead of creating to pretend,
A reality to live...
For those who wish their lives to exist,
On fairytales and lies to tell.
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Maturity to discover,
Has a way to abandon childishness.
Once one who starts arguments to want them,
Realize this is not what adults do.
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