Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You bewitch me with it.
Your presence.
And a scent that revisits sentiments,
Reminsced with a wanting to linger.
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The relativity of one's acquired taste,
Is influenced by one's environment.
Subjected to an initiation.
And reflects a familiarity which comforts.
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It really doesn't matter,
Who attacks who to rubbish...
With expensive campaign squalor.
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What purpose is served by befriending someone,
With the giving of respect?
Who later offends with a comfort that generates,
A disrespecting with a belief what is done is okay?
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Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
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That which is good,
And provides a wholesomemess...
As it should once it is understood,
Will always be disputed...
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Fractured divisions advocated by a system,
Feeding on comsumption...
That has invested on providing more variety,
As a main priority...
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Many are protesting a return 'back' to a dream.
And they are the very same ones,
Who have been sleepwalking through reality.
To awaken from a state of self imposed hypnotism...
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Too convenient has been made a dropping that exists,
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
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The moment to stop complaining,
About anything repeatedly condoned...
Is when one has boarded,
A train, a boat, an express bus...
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