Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Everyday when one awakens,
To first pray in a thankfulness.
As some may do this.
While others forget.
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What has happened to them?
They look so perplexed.

'They have run out of excuses to make.
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I have an idea!
Let's all pretend,
What is happening,
Isn't.
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Chasing the sounds of a remembered flute,
And not choosing a route from where to begin...
Can be unsettling for the one undecided,
If it was a piccolo used with an octave higher.
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Solutions and delusions both,
Have a common connection...
To the existence of a reality resisted.
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Give me another hit.
I'm going to stay with it a little bit.
I'm in the midst of this to win,
So...
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On their own terms,
People have a right to do and choose...
As they please.
This should not lead to an argument.
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They are right.
Standards and values have been ruined.
A quality of life has been slipping down the drain.
Nothing depicted as a wholesomeness,
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You say I have been harsh and critical,
Aloof and seem to be unreasonably embittered.
You also make claims I have been unapproachable,
And that my actions are more like a quitter.
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When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
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