Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
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If knowingly one stands in the rain...
One should prepare to acknowledge,
A wetness one gets.
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Winter is gone.
And again Spring is here...
On the scene.
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She has everything she has ever wanted.
A shallow and successful emptiness.
That is on the outside,
Quite impressive.
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Even their surfaced faith,
Has become a wailing dirge.
An addiction of myths mixed...
With mediocrity,
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It is what it is!
And nothing that occurs,
Retracks from its happening.
It is what it is as it is and nothing else!
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Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done!
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It's important that unshown love,
Comes directly shown from you.
To say it...
Doesn't make,
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Burned to a crisp,
And blistered by it.

Some may not come to expect,
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My downfall?
I am extremely independent.
And most of the time stubborn,
In my lament.
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