Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It is closer to tomorrow than it is to yesterday.
But it seems as though those yesterdays,
Are romanticized as being better than they were.
With similar conflicts and the same stubborn people,
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Born to slaughter falsities,
Are those branded nonconformists.
Or other maverick labels given,
To have many perceive them to be...
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I no longer sit to be amazed,
By those who believe an ease of life...
Is given for the one who fights for it.
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There are times I'd like to confess,
My wish to address those professed...
To be selected 'blessed and highly favored' folks.
The ones who set themselves aside,
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People may make claims,
That a picture painted...
Expresses a thousand words.
When exhibited as observed.
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Can't stop from liking what it is I do,
To push aside and deny...
I am a product of its existence.

I've got it as it is piping hot.
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We all must come to learn,
We will and can make adjustments.
And not perceive ourselves,
As incredible creations incapable of listening.
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Is it hard,
To depart...
From a broken heart?
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It took a long time coming,
For me to end the sounds leaking...
From a dripping faucet.
But when I got it fixed,
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Slowly they are being strangled.
But the rhythm maintained and the floral scents,
Keeps them unaware...
Of their own involvement that squeezes them,
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