Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Why are you sitting in the dark?
Trembling in fear.
As if you have seen a ghost.
From a long gone past.
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Disploiting images.
Distracting implications.
Creative usage of threats.
Enlarged on canvases.
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Too many already,
Living these days lived...
Once amazed now not fazed at all.
Having become numbed and disinterested,
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The oldest game to play,
Is to have it believed...
Someone else creates a problem.
Only the doer of it,
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Few would have the sense to know,
Their acts to pick upon others...
They believe can be easily manipulated.
Set up their own traps.
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There are...
White lies. Black lies.
And Brown lies told.
But...
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Such passion to have it.
Can be a hazard of a habit.
To become a need to feed an addiction.
Smothered to leave smoldering,
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I just want to thank You.
For lettin' me,
Be who it is...
I am.
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Who is it left,
That suffers better more.
In these times lived to lose,
False impressions to make.
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Flawed.
Lawless and a fraud.
Yet...
These 'attributes' are applauded.
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