Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Keep applying the smelling salts!
Some are coming around.

Those standing on their feet...
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Deciding to come out of hiding,
To run away...
From what's inside,
Kept still denied.
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We are in the midst,
Of a new beginning.
Although it seems,
A whirlwind of conflicts exist.
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Young and so naïve.
Born to grow up,
On urban desperate streets.
No renovation done,
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Anything may come with the changing winds,
To affect the strength of your faith.
You may sense a relief by a brief weakening.
But do not relent.
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Could I announce from a pulpit,
Travesties I disdain?
Within my consciousness that remains.
To inflict my personal conflicts...
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Fireflies in the night-time...
Light your eyes.
I am like an owl aroused,
By oodles of full moonlight.
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There is no consoling,
Those who are controlling.
Sometimes experiences they have had...
Gives them a certain insight.
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Walk,
With your palms open.
And I will keep you fed.
Remember,
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So close to forever...
Yesterday we were.
But today's realities,
Have hampered our dreams...
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