Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Today...
Hung has a new meaning,
For men of huge balls
That have stalled the lives of those innocent!
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Invested heart.
Collect your joy,
From deposits of interests.
Your return is going to be exchanged,
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Those days lived will not be clichéd!
Or comic stripped mixed,
For laughter, sport or revisited!
Not by me...
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Raped by grandeur...
And images too pomped and circumstanced,
These gold leafed lifestyles
Have slit the throats of those who chose them.
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Wisdom rules and mends a heart that falters.
And heals the mind of those who took time to stray!
These days require all eyes be open.
And assessments of others once entertained,
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Truth is being told
And its revelation is considered sick!
People who are not accustomed to it...
Are discovering the truth is causing them fits!
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Six foot descend,
In grave opulence repose.
Sombre are the passages...
Shared and quietly spoken,
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Held in bondage by their own selfish design!
Confined and conditioned by locks on their minds.
Carrying wounds within...
Feeling trapped by 'colored' skin.
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Ratings like critics...
Seldom change the ingredients
Of recipes tasted,
Selected to mix and feed!
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As you walk out of the door...
You say you've heard it all before!
The apologies and excuses,
You were not going to take anymore!
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