Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Who knows 'who' is telling 'who' the truth these days?
Lieing is as common as ordering fish and chips.
Banana splits with cherries on top.
And...
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Somethings were said.
Some things to remind me to look ahead,
And not backward.
To forgive and let live instead.
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It is easy to critique...
Those efforts brought forth by another.
By disregarding the elements of sacrifice.
And taking moments to slice,
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This is their gift.
To corral them,
In urban centers.
Strip them of identity.
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A constant that produces no content,
Eventually annoys and suffers...
From its own lack of purpose.
And an absence of drive,
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You talk about success?
How are you going to obtain that...
And you socialize all the time?
Your looks may carry you across
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All that is,
And welcomed to be remembered...
Lives here,
In my heart within me.
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Here they are!
Excuse those crazed.
Some are strung out on crack,
Share a 'joint' or two
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Sweet is the smell of trees.
Budding in the sunlight.
When Winter has gone...
And Spring begins to spread.
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There were bullshit drippings,
Oozing from the corners of his mouth.
Each day...
The severity of his disease became apparent.
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