Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

For those with kept fed delusions,
And finding it difficult to place today's youth...
In the presence of truth,
Will have it defined eventually for them...
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You can say to me whatever it is you like.
I have heard it all before.
Not to ignore or invite spite.
Fortunately I lost my rose colored glasses.
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Will my efforts ever be picked for what it is,
As the best collection submitted to admit?
And those discovering my poetic ambitions,
Come to realize I had been born to do this.
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With no clue as to what it takes,
To create from nothing and make 'that' real...
So many feel they too can produce,
What they observe to see.
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What time is it?
It is time for all to step to the plate.
With a purpose to seriously initiate,
An immediate evaluation from others made.
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Both had the right,
To be where they were.
But one chose to fight.
And died.
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The alternative at times,
Just sits.
In minds refusing to consider this.
As if its involvement,
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Regardless of who says it,
With or without projected intuition percepted.
To deny or accept those current events left.
There are overwhelming defects,
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'No one has ever asked me,
What takes place around here.
Or how much my overhead is raised,
Just to provide a convenience...
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If I remain honest with myself,
To express it candidly or not...
And sometimes with an emotional depth.
I do not with intention attempt to offend.
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