Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The last of a glistening feasting,
Eye popping as is visioned,
Ends.
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A switch hitter looks for 'that' pitch.
That certain one,
To bat a home run off of it.
Not to swing to foul or strike out.
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To compensate for one's sense of failure,
By insinuating with a degradation...
Of a lifestyle accepted by another,
Only undermines one's own ability to prove...
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I don't understand you?
You are correct,
I don't.
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If you have stated a fact to be known,
Only to change your mind each time.
About what you have 'factually' stated,
As shown.
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Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
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'Have you run out of luck? '
Said the goose who left a flock of geese,
On an approach...
To what was thought,
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When examining the shell of one's being,
It is the core within of experiences...
That is applying the scan doing the sizing up.
And those choosing to judge a book by its cover,
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The rising of a higher consciousness,
Has already begun.
Some in conflict opposing this...
Still drift between the shadows,
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Some will cling with thorns.
With a doing done to impede one's progress.
If allowed to hinder.
And if one chooses to produce,
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