Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Pick which craze,
Is better suited...
To a list of medications,
Being offered these days.
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It can be there.
Sharp enough to cut diamonds.
Sharp enough,
To cut the thickest of glass.
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This World we live in,
Is much too big...
To sit and become sickened,
By others doing what they wish.
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Imperfections to acknowledge them,
Maybe, can, could and would...
Become painful to face.
But to replace them stubbornly,
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Unequivocal.
Unambiguous.
Leaving no one to doubt.
Or explanations to find,
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Holding on tightly.
And hoping not to ever let go.
Of that which remains loved.
That seems to grow more,
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One large square peg,
Selected and picked.
And awkwardly disguised,
To hide its obvious defectiveness.
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Seek every moment possible,
Who it may be or what it is.
That has gain entry into your life.
With an innocence pretended.
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You...
With a kept consciousness.
Have selected to pick,
Your leaders.
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Hate the truth.
Hate the facts.
Speak evil of others honest.
With disrespect to laugh at.
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