Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I feel all my battles,
Are gone.
Gone.
Gone.
...

Does a raising of awareness heal any would?
Does a craze of losing entitlements,
Create in one's mind...
A reason to find a validation to hate?
...

I just want to be the best.
And I confess it.
I just want to be the best me...
That I can get.
...

Could I be redeemed,
From the effects of an environment...
That hides its dysfunctions,
In a colorized denial.
...

Less sense is being made,
With more emphasis placed on it.
And few are surprised,
Trouble has begun to be identified...
...

I can not revisit,
What is no longer there to feel.
That excitement once sought,
Today from me has faded away.
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A reflection of a decadent society,
Now more readily accessible...
To manipulate minds by what one finds,
Over the internet as if obsessed.
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Phenomenons appearing everywhere,
And they will stun.
Foolish are the ones who decide to run,
From that which comes.
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What days do you want to play?
What days do you want to stay,
In my way...
Wanting dodge ball and hop scotch,
...

I once thought love was universal.
Felt to feel within everyone in view.
And then one day I awakened to see,
People finding misery to grieve...
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