Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Is the pain one feels,
Only real...
When it is complained about?
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I try to release from my consciousness,
Those painful images fixed...
We all can say we survived,
But still live with.
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Does one choose to be brilliant?
Or would they prefer to be more circumspect?

Do they select to be more profound and prudent?
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You said to me 'if' I rode my bicycle,
I may or MAY NOT get a flat tire.
Well...
Mister President,
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Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
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Who suggested we invite him to the party,
For purposes to see him squirm?
He appeared more comfortable than we did.
And having the cameras there to record the event,
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People do not express enough concern...
They 'say' they have for others.
Not directly.
Not to the ones they claim those feelings are aimed.
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Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
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Many today are living lives in desperation.
Few are still clinging onto delusions.
The kind that only an appearance from Santa Claus,
Can forever erase.
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Moving forward.
To move backwards produces a useless effect.
For anyone making paces made to advance steps.
To become free and escape from that which has no depth.
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