Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Where have the dreamers gone?
With their wishes envisioned.
And hopes to linger on.
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Does it matter anymore.
As to who decides the time has come,
For their minds and eyes to open wider...
With clarity to see beyond closed doors.
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Deep in the misting,
Of a clogging fog.
Wandering as if blinded,
By minds overwhelmed...
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The more I have known,
What it is to keep wished...
And what it is to appreciate,
That which I get to receive.
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Even us! We. You and me.
Along with others...
Will one day return to dust.
Particles we see and breathe,
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It is so far beyond contests of popularity.
Or an attention to get over others.
And so far beyond impressions to make,
For the sake to address...
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Suffering from immaturity?
How about a disbelief,
That when time comes to go...
Many accept the facts of life,
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Smother me with...
Love.
Smother me with...
Affection.
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The injustice of justice to justify,
Has come in its eroding days to fade...
Sighs heard to dry eyes crying,
Too long gone ignored.
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She lies. He lies.
And a fine line fades.
Truth created and the reality of it,
Today has made no difference...
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