Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Will there be a scramble for lifeboats and flights,
When the seriousness of life...
Finally dawns in those minds that have blinded truth,
From their eyesight.
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Sometimes,
I know You may find me acting...
As if You do not exist.
That's when my free will works overtime.
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Unfortunately there can not be,
A transfer of insight.
Nor a capability to deliver another,
From emotional pain or heartbreak felt.
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I can be cold, distant...
Unemotional and thoughtless.
And guess what?
I had to have learned that from somewhere.
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All my life I've been told,
What I could and could not do.
As if these messages were directly delivered.
Just to test that maverick in me.
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Cloudy are my eyes that weep.
In me is the storm.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder...
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'You need to go to Los Angeles,
New York City, D.C.
Or even Atlanta 'if' you are serious.'
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Over the years I've done what I've done.
And adapted.
Expressing my insights...
With a comprehension I earned and not overnight!
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Many do not do well,
In triumphanting with a purpose...
To declare victory,
With faith and beliefs.
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There are those still living with values and standards,
To acquire material bliss.
There are those who brag about their 'attached' credentials...
As if without them they could not exist.
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