Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It is past the hour we all realize,
No one on Earth lives to survive...
Immortalized.
We breathe to share the air,
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Don't accept fresh trouble not yours,
To endure...
Keep it barred.
From your life,
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As a performing artist,
One takes artistic risks.
That's the nature of the field.
And creativity can not be restricted.
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You're just another who has run out of luck.
And living amongst the others,
Who have decided...
To throw their hands up!
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We need,
More magic in our lives.
A magic seen before our eyes.
And one in which all testifies.
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Am I really the one you wish to touch and frisk?
As if to do it,
Will rejuvenate a youthfulness missed.
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What has happened to those,
Who openly expessed their opinions?
Those who spoke about and exposed injustices?
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No more brooding bruising sad times.
From the depths that soak tears up.
No more clinching on big shoulders.
When those curves on roads get rough.
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In a race to chase another pointless 'ism'.
With a reason to critique,
To compare discreeted insecurities.
With a belief that in the doing,
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I want too much to love!

Too much I want,
Peace and happiness shared.
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