Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

With a bleeding done to get,
And secure...
Those 'things' endeared.
Some choose and have chosen...
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When it comes,
It comes not to leave.
It seems to stay there eternally.
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The only thing yet to be outsourced,
Are delusions.
Those spoiled are clinging onto them,
As if they continue to have value.
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Okay!
I agree.
So I'm silly.
So I am ignorant, foolish and out of touch.
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I have been tested and criticized,
By the best.
And have had obstacles placed,
Directly in front of my own footsteps.
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The onslaught of truth,
Is not a perceived activity to pursue.
It is there for those aware of it!
It is there not to be abused to undo.
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Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
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From birth our curiosities seek to investigate...
That which we observe as buds to flourish.
To then take to initiate a quest to comprehend.
Serving a mind that is attached within.
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Why turn your back on atrocities now?
Like thick and wicked pricks,
On a path uncleared in a forest that sits...
You and I and those who spy,
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Here.
Try the amber.
Since you have decided,
To remove the color of pink...
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