Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

What was,
Maybe the 'is' we celebrate.

But the 'now' we live,
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Can you accept and believe it...
The air allows a breathing to be achieved?

I am glad you do agree.
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I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
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Do they wish to impress?
Or do they live just to do it,
As part of a 'self' consciousness.
Conscious their gifts exist.
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Could a wisdom be hidden.
And purposely deprive someone?
Could opportunities be granted...
For those who are selected?
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Eyes and high cheekbones!
That's how I can tell they are all related!
This crotch theory you've got,
Makes absolutely no sense.
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You have no idea what it is you've done.
Not a single thought of yours has come,
With an apology,
Or a 'forgive me please'...
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Everything about you has been contaminated!
Your mind
Your body
Your.......
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Their jealousies and evilness
Have created their diseases...
And the mental illness they have achieved!
The stinging bluntness of it all,
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Grandpa trapped me with gas that he passed.
The children from the playground saw me gasp for air,
And laughed.
Grandpa didn't bat an eye at me,
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