Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Tomorrow for me has yet to come,
To commit with definite certainty...
What it is I will do,
To have it done with a guarantee.
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Changes you envision,
To include a perceived diversity.
Like a window dressing all can see.
By removing a fence.
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One will never be able to feel secure,
Or be free to express an identity found...
If one is incapable of breaking away,
From the opinions of others being made.
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Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.
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We are of the soil.
Many of us spoiled.
And annoyed by the nourishment...
Some of us enjoy.
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If it is going to be,
Just you and me.
Then let it just be,
You and me.
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Wild is the rampage hissing as it rides,
On the back of a ferocious whirlwind spinning.
Abandoning familiar deeds of a forgiveness given,
With an anger to deliver,
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I have no interest to chew on used meat.
Especially a piece I selected to season,
For my specific taste.
What would be the reason I needed to prove?
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Whatever stops one from progessing,
To accept the various stages of life...
With a maturity that reflects self examination,
To apply...
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Appearances and what they mean,
As images to impress others conditioned...
To worship symbolic 'idols' to address,
As their purpose and reason to live...
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