Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The aftermath of facts,
To uncover them...
With hindsight and time taken,
Looking back...
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Even if the prospect of it was possible,
Very few would choose to re-live a repeating...
Of a yesterday to embellish restaged memories.
With a wish to remember them,
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Believing in one's hype to receive,
Can leave one suffering eventually...
Entrapped within a limited and bloated,
Ego.
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Significant you are.
Your mind.
And the ability in which,
Only you allow it to be used.
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Why be in it not to finish,
A starting from the beginning...
For a result that is wished.
Why be in it not to finish,
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Outdated and aged traditions,
Are much like diets...
People are reluctant to realize,
Time has identified them...
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People want it their way.
With it done to insist.
And can not be convinced,
That their way to want and wish...
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I am an American man.
Re-enforced to keep my thoughts,
Remembering my heritage...
Is of African decent.
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I awaken each morning,
To be grateful as I pray...
For this experience of life given.
With it known I will face,
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Is it,
Too much to ask...
For some attention given,
To be returned to me...
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