Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When the roots are covered in false color,
A naturalness of an essence goes forever.
And a youtfulness that's claimed,
Only changes in one's brain.
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My time will not be wasted,
By a dispersing attempted through your rhetoric.
My genes are not compose to be,
In a receivership of it.
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Those in search and seeking explanations,
For hints or clues as to what is going on today.
Are in need of one thing...
Free round trip tickets,
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'Several years ago,
You approached us and made...
What we thought then,
Were some very outlandish comments...
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Their own greed has driven them to madness.
Now they want a 'fix'.
To restore the benefits.
Since from their fingertips,
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I think you misunderstood my comments.
I am happy for you.
I really am.
To have discovered a film that traces your family tree,
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Today,
People are increasingly upset.
They protest.
Saying they wish,
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Some personas develop at a certain age.
And do not progress.
Perhaps that is the reason,
Many adults still possess...
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That void.
That vacancy.
That emptiness that seldom leaves.
A rawness of a grief felt is left.
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Self serving and self righteous platitudes,
Could prehaps have a purpose...
If,
They were not made to excuse the abusive...
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