Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

What were they to do?
Two in love...
And busted.
Downsized to be laid.
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Gone!
I had been gone,
So long.
I didn't know it...
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If you must know...

I'm the meadow.
I'm the stream through the hills.
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You and I and others too,
Are truly the 'victims' of our own thought process.
IF we change and eliminate
That which we do not wish to have in our lives...
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As the world seems to be plummenting,
Into a chaos of lies and hopelessness.
Let us be reminded,
That which is viewed...
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I am not one to remain,
In the middle lane.
I am too driven to pass those,
Too slow and undecisive.
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Tough times?
Many born to know them,
Have accepted to believe...
What is tough,
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Nothing is there,
Anyone could possibly say.
To defend an act,
Meant to intend it.
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The obvious contradicted.
Never has the attention given,
To it...
Failed to be disputed.
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United faces of discrimination.
All claiming,
Illiterate social consciousness.
And an absence of told,
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