Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Too many myths practiced with symbolisms exist,
For truth to be kept suppressed...
To leave unrevealed to let bloom as is.
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They insist with a faithfulness,
A representing the 'will' and wishes...
Of The Creator.
And yet they persist,
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Sick and representing timeless style.
In sound or dress that progresses a forwardness.
Something that moves away from a staleness grooved.
And proves to be 'hip' with attention given to it.
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Survival and instincts...
Manifest on city streets.
Survival and instincts...
Embed in heads to never let go.
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Review to check.
And if necessary,
Replace...
Your most treasured priorities.
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You say,
You're stuck in a mud that sticks.
And you,
Seem not to be upset by it.
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People will become,
More aggressive with necessary changes...
Long needed to have been made,
With a desperation to have them done...
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What do you think of the 'conclave'?

'The what?
The who? '
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NOW what is all the commotion about?

'The criminals are protesting,
To have their own ordinance passed.'

What?
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They stay focused.
Devoted with discipline.
And this is noticed.

Dependable they are.
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