Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is a reason.
And a purpose,
We who are living in these times,
Are observing to experience...
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People seek answers to their questions.
As if they have no eyes to see.
A mind to use.
Or perceive their misdeeds to leave,
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Easier it becomes to close a door.
Without it to hesitate a thought to give.
The having it to have had enough,
Has arrived.
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I may look young.
And still in my 60s!
But I am not.
Patience and tolerance to have,
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Peace of mind to find it found,
Also strips away layers of nonsense.
And everything one is not to be.
Giving the capability,
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No freedom to live it,
Is without expense.
And becoming a slave to money,
Affording a welcoming of decadence...
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Words and actions taken,
Are on the opposite side...
Of a fence.
Those screaming and yelling,
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The air?
So fresh.
Unpolluted and sweetened.
With each breath taken.
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Exaggeration?
Or a statement of fact.
Gone to disbelieve,
Blood on urban streets to leave...
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An escalating of a nonsense started.
That develops into something,
Easily to have been avoided.
Will find its way to be regretted.
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