Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The only point that you can make...
That can be proven,
Is a disappearance made.
And you can save any excuses,
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Sometimes I believe we live,
To deny we wish to be loved.
To exist resisting it.
But here because that had been done.
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To know love,
One must never fear the pain of it.
Since it is not ammuned to the onslaught of flaws.
It is not blemish free.
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Just today,
I had been thinking...
'If I allow myself to think good thoughts,
Would that pessimism in me get the point?
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I've been a grown man since I was a child.
With chores, duties and responsibilities assigned,
I had to accomplish and achieve.
And I don't 'believe' this to be true.
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Is this from you needed by me?
No.
Is it needed?
Perhaps by someone,
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That which occurred in our lives,
Does not return.
The 'now' is to be lived!
And with it lessons learned.
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Unpleasant for some,
Is a truth that is spoken.
Unpleasant it may be,
For those fantasized with delusions protected.
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Once a shattered window has been replaced,
No one wastes time gluing those pieces together.
Even if there is sentimental value.
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If you have not been aggressive,
In addressing the current mess.
Your sudden wish to become more active...
Has fallen upon ears long closed.
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