Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Frustration fades.
When time one takes to meditate.
And not medicate or await,
For the right prescribed...
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And, yet...
Once again,
Our severe pain to feel...
Without given time to mend or heal.
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Centuries removed.
But the wounds remain revealed.
After centuries the same pain is felt.
Reflecting upon,
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No one lives a life,
Without mistakes to make.
Or doubts to face disappointment.
Only those unafraid to know what it takes,
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The mind of a chamipon,
Remains to stay...
Feeling challenged.
And pressured by naysayers.
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Using the mind and not one's vanity,
Can limit feelings of sustained pain.
The using of one's mind and not vanity,
Is a life lived that gains insight and wisdom.
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The logistics of kept deceptions,
Has come to upset...
Those witnessing their steps taken,
Coming to exhale the inhaling...
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If it is felt with a depth to mean,
Love to have and express...
To another human being,
Should not require exceptions.
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Wake up witches.
Before you burn down,
All your bridges.
Wake up witches.
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It isn't just the distrust between us,
Used as a tool to demean.
It isn't just the rush to keep secret,
Affairs we dare but in public seen.
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