Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Now...
And unmistaken is the swiftness of a kept beat!
Now...
The rhythm felt that sweeps people off their feet,
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They are where they are,
Without exceptions, excuses...
Tears produced to empathize their alibis.
Or ideals bought to barter, sell or later be sold...
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Those awarded and/or adorn their titles,
Worn as if the doing has been earned...
To prove it discovered a lack of discipline uncovered,
Are either awarded for keeping kept levels of mediocrity.
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At some point,
Brick walls found become easier to find.
At some point,
A thick head hit to hurt will stop in time.
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The gift of you has not been hidden.
The gift of you is in my mind treasured.
Forbidden and precious to not be removed.
With a doing I condone and alone approve,
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I see many things and most are facts.
Others I see,
I would rather subtract from my view.
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Remaining limited to isolate one's comfort preferred,
Does not qualify with a doing to censor to have deterred...
That which a few feel is improper etiquette.
To perceive with belief concepts of a perfectness,
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To understand one's craft to master,
Takes more than just having an interest.
Devotion, discipline and focus applied,
Comes with a commitment...
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Why waste time and a conscious mind,
Commenting on expressed ignorance.
Left alone to speak for itself,
No longer should offend...
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If it is loved...
The thickest of ice,
Wouldn't be able to freeze it!
To leave it to believe it frozen,
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