Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

They talk about their issues,
Within areas of 'their' comfort.
And this has to be respected,
If one feels the outsider with insight!
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I died inside slowly,
When I witnessed my son Michael...
Doing it many years ago.
Slowly and in a pain I still 'envision'.
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Some actually read what I write.
While others view the number of my submissions written,
As a means to entertain their curiosity.
Either way,
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It would be nice to have somebody right,
Unlike someone else some might know...
Or claim they knew.
I'm seeking someone special.
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You have a stubborn disposition.
Just like me.
You are determined to accomplish.
Just like me.
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The human mind is fascinating.
It is programmed to manipulate.
The moment it is taught how things are connected...
A raping of reality begins.
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Heartaches mean nothing,
To those who mean nothing.
But we who mean something...
And show nothing felt.
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Leave me with my rubber duckie,
In my bathtub feeling lucky.

These days we live right now are suckie.
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When do we heal?
And just how do we start to begin,
With a getting of it done?
When will a development of consciousness,
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It may be an illusion.
But all must agree,
It has to be faith.
To endured from us,
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