Lawrence S. Pertillar


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Decay To Rust, Dust And Fade
I am not here to compete with dead poets.
Or those with pseudo ambitions,
To foster claims this is what they do.
The Pool Of Various Depths
The pool of various depths,
Offers more than many will accept.
The view for them can be overwhelming.
Such Activities
One day they are going to need,
Updated and refreshened explanations.
With a new set of excuses,
For their misguided deeds.
This Mix Of Blended Nausea
Is everything done they do prefabricated?
Or is it just those things hidden,
Under secretive cover...
That are eventually discovered by others,
Time To Belittle
What is so funny?

'How small minds gather with other small minds,
To then associate with more smaller minds...
Who all find the time to belittle.'
As If On A Mission
Why are so many people today,
Just annoying.
As if on a mission.
The Minimalist
Crimson Is The Color.

I don't see it.'

The fingerprint.
That Tour Through The Trees
Trusting in wishes to come true,
Is not the same as embracing a truth that exists.
A long time ago I discovered this.
Get It? I Hope You Do
I am going to give you what I've got.
Whether my choices made,
Are acceptable or not.
My Life Has Become What It Is
It 'use' to matter to me,
The days of the week.
How many hours I got of sleep.
My privacy and what I felt was discreet.

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