Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I once sought acceptance.
As a child growing in an environment.
Living amongst those I was told to respect.
With words untold...
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If you ask for my opinion...
Do not expect me to be subjective.
I may neglect to be objective.
With a purpose to reflect,
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People are determined,
To keep delusions and their fantasies alive.
Even in the midst of an economic emptiness...
They are wishing to be told more lies!
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It's too late to have explanations,
Bared and on the table.
That was done when you said you had no appetite.
But I watched you reach for dessert.
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Please...
Don't make comments,
In expectation
For any to be returned.
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Why was that said?
When I meant not to say it.
I meant to delay it from my lips...
Before they opened,
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My life...
Is not one of strife,
But magic.
Within this mental illusion shared.
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Folks who wish they knew more about others and don't...
Say those like this are 'complicated'.

Nothing is complicated about someone who lives an active life.
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When I am writing,
That is what I do.
I am not reading.
And those few times I read...
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To be without things easily received,
Then taken.
Breaking mistaken trust.
And cussing those you blame,
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