Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I remembered when I promised myself,
I needed to stop complaining for no reason.
And the very day I decided I would do it,
I noticed my friends...
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Crushed to dust are those rose colored glasses.
Worn to adorn highlighted ideals once valued,
And much trusted,
A rusting of rainbows have begun to appear.
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After living through to experience decades,
Of tolerating disrespect and ignorant ways...
To them directed,
These actions once permitted have immediately stopped.
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Campaigning to convince others,
Someone picked to be depicted...
As despicable,
Only proves that one as doing 'something.'
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No one survives to completely resist,
To thrive in places...
Where an abundance of ignorance sits.
Since many are conditioned to base realities,
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When honesty becomes a commodity,
Or a condiment one feels they should request...
Instead of it being delivered as part of the presentation,
It is suggested not best to select from that menu at all.
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As far as adapting to habits,
And becoming sedated by infatuation...
I never intended you to become addicted.
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I use to be offended,
By those overdosed with self importance.
And captivated within their delusions.
As if to protect that which is respected.
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One has a gun.
The other is young without one.
Respect and discipline have been tossed to the wind.
And the one with the gun,
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I question.
With few exceptions I will question.
And inspect that which I select,
To understand and comprehend...
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