Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
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Too boundless without a sighted barrier,
Is the universe.
And you expect me to accept,
In agreement...
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And when the evening comes,
The Sun has already paid me a visit.
And when the morning arrives,
With my blessings kept...
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Cry your tears until you drain.
Take a deep breath.
And stand tall,
Even if the act of it causes you to strain.
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Feeding on the things you want,
Undaunted.
And doing it to flaunt?
With hopes to generate stares,
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For those who have chosen,
To isolate themselves,
With a rush to abandon others not like them.
And awaken one day,
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Imperative.
And yet...
The importance of it fades.
Initiating one's escape from laziness today...
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Fed on concepts that have gotten them into ruts.
And they are stuck.
Like flies glued to a dead horse's butt.
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Almost but not quite,
Prepared to leave behind...
All remnants of doubt,
Completely with a clean slate...
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Have my childish naughty deeds,
Left me to be considered foolish...
And elementary.
By a desire to feel accountable.
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