Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I've been there,
With just the comforting from shadows...
Beneath a favorite tree,
Lifting branches towards the sky.
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Employing specifics has joined in the mix.
As too much emphasis placed upon differences,
Has unrattled those saddled high on perches fixed.
As adorned and adored nature's picked ornaments.
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Coming finalized to those kept divided,
Is the strength and presence...
Of a truth no one dilutes.
Or refutes to have deluded.
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Let your wounds heal,
And don't replace it with an evil.
'Cause...
That's what those demons expect.
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If it isn't about the money,
Getting thin and that isn't funny...
Then,
What is it about?
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What I don't do anymore...
Or consider to refute in my defense to debate,
Is to argue with anyone.
Especially anyone who claims to remember,
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I did not arrive to dispute anyone's belief.
I hear that on a daily basis from those still in grief.
Moaning on the streets with their painful memories.
I came to contribute my insights...
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With no traffic to fight...
Or third finger to thrust up,
To cuss when someone cuts me off...
As I speed up to catch them,
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No one's satisfaction had,
Is retrieved without the acceptance of facts.
And to unstrap from one's back delusions.
Nothing but truth pursued,
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If not for those incredible sounds of Motown.
Jimi Hendrix.
Burt Bacharach and Hal David.
The Birds.
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