Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Sad attacks are stacking to leave nerves on all backs.
With increasing sickness shown unmasking this as a fact,
That...
Sad attacks are stacking to leave nerves on all backs.
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And pushed beyond disrespecting limits...
Are difficult to change,
For those whose minds have been deranged.
With declarations not to self-examine,
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Many don't listen because they refuse to.
Others are confused by the process of it.
Since some believe when their mouths are open,
Their ears are only used to hear themselves speak.
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Does a taking an opportunity to escape,
From reality on a daily basis...
Make the effectiveness of it diminish,
As to not to exist?
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Maybe today...
It's better off to be declared crazy.
And allow this to be done.
Maybe today...
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The unaccepting of that which today exists.
What's that about?
What's 'that' about.
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Those who choose to get it on,
With their aches and pains condoned...
Know that they can kick it,
If they live to take some risks.
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Comes often to cement with honesty meant.
When people are in need with a unity of empathy.
And still this solidarity freely given with intent,
Seems not able to mend divisions.
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To what extent?
Does an intended pain inflicted,
Comes to end a bitterness felt?
To never subside that hurt inside.
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You can't keep,
The people convinced...
They can live their lives without all the 'stuff'.
Oh no you can't keep,
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