Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You made that choice.
To ignore my voice and others.
With a decision to decide,
A truth you refused to hear...
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If...
Never is definite.
Is it?
There seems always to be,
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No one chokes anymore,
From being smoke screened.
It has become an expectation,
Accepted.
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Stall. Pivot.
And then with endearing,
Sincere eyes...
Rely on frequent and trite,
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Liberals. Conservatives.
Independent fence sitters.
And those born pre-destined,
To annoint themselves...
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It takes a master of a craft,
To make look easy a task...
With it done to have many,
Believe without sacrifice...
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More difficult it has become,
For anyone to take what's said.
Or done to do seriously.
Leaving suspicions,
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Be determined not to fail.
Or accept it with expectation.
Giving it recognition.
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I may not find the time,
To have my mind focused...
On tomorrows yet to come.
Or how I spend a today to live.
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The randomness of picked chic.
And ideologies to keep,
Associated with fashion.
Or kept religious beliefs.
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