Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Missing from my heart.
Are those personal departures.
Leaving me with their advice and smiles.
And faces to stay I will always remember.
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Where we are,
As a people.
With technology at our fingertips.
Can not be claimed to place blame...
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One once to rush,
With a saying of yes.
Learns as time passes,
An expectation...
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Everything given,
To a spoiled child...
Ultimately is broken.
Into pieces and bits.
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The division, corruption and crime.
Thieving incompetent deceiving leaders.
Racist fanatics claiming ownership status,
Of the Universe and 'alternate' realities...
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Whatever the decisions one has made,
In evaluating a direction taken.
Should not be questioned,
By others who protest...
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Substance to abuse it,
Makes the act to excuse...
The addiction to prevent facts,
As lacking in potency.
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Oh...
The rhetoric.
And speeches made,
Quoting aged statements...
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An art.
A craft.
Much as a sport.
And a task to stay at it.
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Not permitted to witness,
Or allow the ingredients...
Ever to be seen.
What was under the upper-crust.
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