Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Sad to see.
A feeding of a madness.
Fed to begin.
By just one who deceives.
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There is only one way out,
Through a closed door.
And it is the belief,
That the opening of it...
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Fascinating have these days become.
When those picked and selected,
To provide the best decisions made.
With a proving,
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Surviving through,
Functioning dysfunctions.
Has already proven,
Possible.
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Being aware.
With identity.
To appreciate oneself.
Is seldom words heard from them,
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If a doing was not meant,
To create a destruction.
Wouldn't have been a clearer choice,
Not to pick and choose...
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No strategy nor plan,
Had I prepared to see...
The becoming of the age of 73.
So quickly these years go,
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Many want it both ways.
To lie and deceive,
Then receive accolades.
For an evil to intend it,
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Ungrateful are the people.
Displaying a thankless self indulgence.
Living lives with false beliefs.
Taught to teach to leech.
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The essence of life,
And its effervesence to experience.
Has more to do with it to adventure.
With a doing to explore.
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