Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Scathing?
That may be.
But none of it attempts to erase,
Or shy away from reality.
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Some folks stay miserable.
They could turn their efforts,
Into a viable industry.
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Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
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Holding each other like this.
So close I wish,
We could smother.
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So many are burdened by demands,
Placed upon their shoulders by others.
It is encouraging to know...
Some people let them go.
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Is the pain one feels,
Only real...
When it is complained about?
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I try to release from my consciousness,
Those painful images fixed...
We all can say we survived,
But still live with.
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Does one choose to be brilliant?
Or would they prefer to be more circumspect?

Do they select to be more profound and prudent?
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You said to me 'if' I rode my bicycle,
I may or MAY NOT get a flat tire.
Well...
Mister President,
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Sadness traps the unfortunate.
Those who will never be honest with themselves.
And live for things to comfort them.
To fulfill empty lives committed to hiding.
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