Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The last time I had the opportunity,
To sugarcoat anything...
I was a child making candied apples.
From a family recipe,
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How their daddies dragged them through the mud,
To leave momma alone to talk to potted plants...
On an urban window sill to nourish,
Is a depiction of life...
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I am the first born.
My journey into the real world,
Had an entirely different perspective.
The value of experimentation,
...

You can read it as it is,
For the rest of your life!
And...
It will still make sense.
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Madness driven and pushed to the edge.
Everything they believe in lays crushed and dead.
A compromise can not be reached!
They seek a singeing that burns within.
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Keep applying the smelling salts!
Some are coming around.

Those standing on their feet...
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There is a 'we' expected,
When happiness addressed is expressed.
And...
There is a 'we' that eventually is confessed,
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Money isn't 'everything' you know?

'Ooooohhh mon ami,
Big dummy you!
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Have you ever stopped to take stock,
By inventoring those who remain as adversaries?
Those who took their time to find 'something' wrong you did?
And over the years and in retrospect,
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An instrument I am.
To be used as a tool.
But by 'who'?
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