Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It is all relative.

'What is? '

The receiving of a gift.
And the receiver of it,
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To attempt the re-inventing of reality,
Will not prevent the existing of it.
Nor will those who have come to know,
The meaning of it as intended...
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You see me as a reflective representation,
Of my choice of environment.
And your judgements passed on me,
Through the use of your limitations...
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You have reminded me too many times,
Through your actions...
What it was you thought of me.
And each time I took what you delivered,
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Move from an attitude to lose.
You can dry your eyes,
To stop a weeping that you do.
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Soliciting the impending of approaching threats,
Builds to instill within mindsets...
Feeding themselves on a feast of conflicts.
To dangle ideals of peace to mention as a novelty.
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If I never said a word,
About 'stuff' I thought about...
Would my not saying anything,
Be interpreted by someone else...
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The relevance of forgiveness,
Has distanced the significance of it...
From making an influential appearance.
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Am I stalked like a shadow,
Clinging and from me to pass.
With a scent that is followed,
Thick and carried to cast in the atmosphere?
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There is a noticeable slide,
Affecting the quality of life.
And a hiding, denying or shying away from it,
Has given it more momentum.
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