Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

As if hands greased,
Many are beginning to realize...
Lives they planned with schedules,
And priorities...
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I made the choice not to follow,
Or borrow opinions...
When I was much younger,
And then had decided...
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When someone is fed to adapt,
To deceptions and lies told.
That's all they know.
Like the giving of a nickname,
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I don't have to 'believe',
My kept feelings are real.
I remain attach and connected,
To know they are.
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What I say to you offends.
But what should offend,
Is that which is observed...
Not to express my opinion,
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A Revisiting To The Sameness
Some grow believing their discoveries,
Have never been revealed to others...
Until they experience to witness them.
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There had been an accepted myth,
That had protected the many with beliefs...
Credit given to further deepen their debits,
Afforded them with entitlements...
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Let's put aside the debating,
So we can get the basicness of this...
Out of our way.
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Is a boosting automatic,
When one gives up their pain.
And is a boosting automatic,
When there's nothing to gain...
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My bluntness,
Has never been mistaken...
For a beating around the bush.
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