Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I did not limp your wrists.
Nor was I the one,
Who convinced you to live your life,
Spineless.
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People who can't seem to mind their own business,
Seem to have time to spend.
Being in the business of others.
As if they awaken each day.
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To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
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Blessed I am,
To be given the talent to write.
And be able to have public websites,
To voice the plight of those who are veterans.
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You bare those burdens,
Of carrying your own demons.
With the hiding of them you should give up.
Or at least learn how to duck,
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The advantage of seeking the truth in situations,
Is the unpeeling of the many layers taken...
To conceal the presence of it.
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A standard valued and a way of life lived,
Is crushing those with a fixed point of view.
Everything once familiar,
Known and kept in place...
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It is becoming more and more difficult,
For those to make attempts...
Seeking justification,
For the choices they've made...
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Whatever that need is to float one's boat,
In a selfish process to go one's own way...
That finds them returning,
To invoke upon someone loved...
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I'm not one to trip over anything to keep it repeated.
Some trip and want it to be revisited.
As if in the doing,
A remembering of it...
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