Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Hollow is self praise.
Hollow is the acceptance of it taken.
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I live in a place,
Now free of conflict.
I live in a space that is blessed,
To have unrest...
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The one thing about knowing,
Is its ability not to be undone.
Once something is known,
An acknowledgement of it...
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I could double over suffering,
From severe bladder spasms.
Or experience pain so acute,
To drive me to puke with a sitting done...
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A truth hidden and unknown,
Eventually exposed and shown...
To be what it is,
Whether at night or in broad daylight...
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Tales tattled and told to sell or barter,
Are not the ones recommended to be eager to keep.
Not if the telling of them make the innocent weep.
Since resentments kept can grow deep.
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Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
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I have never been here before.
To explore such views,
With anyone quite like you...
Full adventure and unafraid to explore.
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Why do you climb the stairs,
To then intentionally fall down them.
To repeat that over again?
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There will always be the ones,
Specifically picked and selectively chosen...
To voice their opinion about the comparisons between,
Plums and pears or grapes and lemons...
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