Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When cries of the young,
Can not be soothed or stopped.
And bombs continue to drop...
Outside of their innocent visions.
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Do me a favor?
Do not flavor your speech,
With flowered outreach touches.
Get to the core of it!
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Dollar profits gone.
And the purpose of one's life,
Goes misunderstood.
Or never comprehended,
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Hey...
You are not the lone ranger.
Being bamboozled and hoodwinked,
Has become as passé...
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It's important to have friends.
Not just associates...
But true friends.
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There was a time I too,
Sought justification...
For my insecurities.
And excused my frustrations.
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Doing their best to save face.
Even if that means...
Continuing to disgrace themselves.
Or place the blame for their mistakes,
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No dream do I wish I was idolized!
But I did once want to fly.
Like an Eagle with wings...
Soaring and gliding high.
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So troubled are they.
With their perceptions,
Of ways a perfected life...
Should be lived.
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Don't you love it...
When people tell you,
How you feel.
What to feel.
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