Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When is it going to stop?
The deeds of misdeed doers.
Whether in high rising towers.
Crooks dressed in tailored suits.
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There are those cemented deep within themselves.
And perhaps observed to be,
Obviously self obsessed.
With just their egos to offer.
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Whatever is advertised.
Promoted to sell over a medium controlled.
And owned to select a demographic.
Marketed to address and impress,
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Fame to wish with fortune to get,
Will never replace the freedom...
Of wanting to lower,
Those high expectations.
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To do with it done,
Seems never to come to do.
With time to allow,
Something undone to finish.
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Tomorrow always comes.
After yesterday has gone.
Giving more time to procrastinate.
And promises made.
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No one gets a free ticket.
Guaranteeing them a life to live,
Will be without challenges, obstacles.
And a smooth road to travel.
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NOW!
Not tomorrow when you're living it.
NOW!
Your life to live it is a gift.
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I can't reopen up a door.
I can not do that anymore.
I can't undo what I have stopped.
I can't forget what you did start.
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No one relates to this to debate.
Or seek to face it as it escalates.
An inability to admit...
How insecurities unable to erase.
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