Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Silent is the rush that is hushed,
When dew to witness at dawn appears.
And it is clear the satisfaction of it,
Does not disappoint the ones...
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There are those who have gone on vacation,
To escape from realities they just can not face.
And remain unaccountable with that choice to make,
With beliefs to keep their irresponsibilities...
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Disrespecting to accept an expressed disbelief,
To leave it to go uninvestigated...
Has led to the perpetuating of kept foolish delusions,
That has allowed the presence of unavoidable madness...
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Take giant leaps,
With it done whenever you can.
And...
Continue to make those strides,
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...and, it is when,
The moment arrives to observe in the sky...
A brightness occurs,
No one can hide from or deny.
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I can not live my life,
With my eyes affixed to the past.
I can not accept to walk on paths,
Manicured and already paved...
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Static.
And problematic.
You live a life,
Like it's better than platinum.
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Stitch me up from tattered pieces.
Mend again my willingness to show,
Emotions I have for you...
Are unending and I can't let them go.
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On painted canvases,
With depictions personalized to capture...
Within ornate frames that traps an essence,
Of a time to remain standing still.
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Hollowed cycles to follow,
Produce nothing new to review as change.
Standards to value with outdated rules,
Lose their purpose for those ignoring them to choose.
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