Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Vicious are they,
Performing hissy fits of late.
With their public fights ignited publicly.
And their petty very adolescent ways.
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Few are desperate to claim they have changed.
Fearing the feeling to adapt to something fresh,
Will not be accepted by those denying its existence.
And chase them away with a loss of breath.
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It has to be traumatic,
When dramatic changes are in effect.
And those affected who refuse to take steps,
To adapt with a consciousness...
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Do you wonder?
Do you ever wonder where these conflicts,
With you sit?
And how it is you benefit...
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The living of life,
Is not for me to dwell upon.
The doing of deeds,
And keeping a belief to see them done...
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An apology can never substitute,
For an intentional pain one causes.
Nor can excuses or alibis used,
Come to the defense of someone...
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Care!
And dare,
To be aware...
Of others born with feelings too.
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Desperate are the demons losing control.
With a fixed foothold on which beliefs,
Are acceptable to achieve...
A release from their wicked,
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Why can't you give up pity,
That you count on.
The pity that you give me,
That you count on.
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Only those who can not admit,
They are bored with their lives...
And trying to outlaw and diss,
Someone else's happiness...
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