Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

He decide the future was in his hands.
Elevating annoyance to fresh levels of disgust!
Hand picked by those loyal to falsehoods,
And rusting myths...
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You want the sky blue,
Whenever you want it to.
You want people to fall over you,
As if that's suppose to happen too!
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Are there secrets leaked when weeping?
'Something' starts those tears to fall.
If this relief allows one to easily breathe...
Then let it be done,
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Fanatics have been turned loose,
To make their presence legitimate.
Misting the air with lavender...
Lemon and apple scents!
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'...i began to discover these scenes,
and repetitious themes in my mind.
as if there was a permanency i would miss,
if they did not exist!
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I have had issues,
And I can now admit...
I still have a problem forgiving
Those who in my face spit!
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After players have left the stage,
And the lights with excitement have dimmed...
On terrific performances given by them.
Cast away are masks adorned...
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Nothing done did you do,
Can be that easily dismissed...
From the act of you doing it.
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'Things' given symbolic status,
And valued higher with a standard...
Above that of a human being,
There is going to be a failure that unravels...
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I feel as if I'm in a vacant spin.
With a churning inside...
Going with a flowing,
My body moves...
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