Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

From the moment you began to knit,
A defeating of my existence...
To ensure from where you sat,
I would hear you 'hiss'.
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You ask...
How has my perception changed?
Over the years,
I've endured...
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Even a fanatic,
Can not stop the dance.
Even a fanatic,
Chooses with a chance...
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Nomatic.
And at times...
Appearing emphatically erratic.
As if aimless without a purpose to serve.
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Whether to be acknowledged or not.
With the hopes that the hiding of it,
Behind huge camouflaged and painted drops...
To be disguised as frost bearing trees.
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We all are a part of this eclectic mix.
Seeking with our identities,
From a diverse collection of creeds believed...
To be accepted as people; human beings.
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Opportunities come before us,
Not to evaluate but to grasp.
Or ask from others,
If an acceptance is approved.
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At a time it had been questioned,
If I knew what I was doing in my pursuits.
Or if the choices I made,
Best suited my abilities to undertake...
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What today is being condoned to represent,
People choosing violence to 'vent'...
Their petty and nonsensical arguments,
To disturb the atmosphere with their absurdities...
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Only those who have given,
Time devoted to the ones loved...
Know with a feeling what this does.
And the meaning of sacrifice,
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