Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I don't expect anyone to understand my quest.
Too relentless I am driven to explain.
Too relentless I've been driven,
To explain how it's maintained.
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I'm not sorry nor apologize,
That I find your friend a whining pest.
Although I am sorry and have regrets,
My candidness makes you upset.
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More today seem unable to face,
Any opportunity to be completely honest.
Repulsed and insulted,
As if to lose their identity and dignity kept...
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Anyone who has overcomed,
Being laughed at when they were young...
Or bullied to be picked on,
To begin a healing process...
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A skittish dependency on low self-esteem,
One keeps to select a kept insecurity protected...
With this shared with siblings as a doing taught.
And seen by offspring as a way of life sought,
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One day I awakened,
As if lifted from a fog.
A fog I knew I had caused,
By functioning on a daily basis...
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It has been expressed too often,
And too much...
How indulging in crime and corruption,
Has been accepted by those out of touch.
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There are those surviving to thrive,
On feeding their egos.
And believed themselves to have 'arrived',
When they have successfully retrieved...
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Loving someone done unconditionally today,
May require unpredictable conditions...
When that one loved comes and begins,
Making requests that get difficult to digest.
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Those nationalistic traditionalists,
Claiming their fading ideals...
Are becoming too surreal and socialistic,
Can join those attempting to remain...
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