Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Aching from pain hurts.
To numb and release from the origin...
Isn't easily done.
Not for the one,
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He wants to damage our way of life...
And the economy!

He wants to frighten us with scare tactics.
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This World swirling...
Is ever evolving.
Spinning to release itself,
From the past.
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Who peeps on the peeper?
God.
Who else keeps the peeper peeking,
But God.
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We're on the edge of a bottomless pit.
Those conflicted in transit opposition to this...
Can not be consciously aware,
Of the seriousness there!
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I can not call my breathing a hobby.
Nor do I relate,
To those who associate creativity...
To a dollar bill.
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Ranting their madness over airwaves!
Trying to find their sensibilities...
Within an expressed incompetence,
Under massive scrutiny!
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If statements are made,
Regarding that which will be done...
Do them!
Or at least admit...
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Do not ever expect me,
To choose...
Between you,
And my creativity.
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Like a tree that sits...
To be observed and taken for granted.
I am here.
Not to intellectualize my emotions.
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