Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

These days as I age,
To feel blessed to experience...
A noticeable ache not there before,
To greet me as I awaken.
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It's in the meaning that comes,
That may not suit everyone...
With a getting to be done and quick.
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What do you have to lose,
By taking a chance?

'My...uh...'
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A mess left to deepen,
By those who now weep...
Yet they swept this mess to lay in the streets.
While shunning away those,
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Benefits with opportunities were there,
To stare them in the face.
Their chances weren't chances at all to take.
Just acknowledging their gratefulness,
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To read excerpts to re-interpret,
What has already been written...
With a version to proclaim one's creativity,
Is not original or innovative at all.
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What makes people believe,
Those they had ignored in the past...
Have awakened with a wishful desire,
To be around those that had opposed them?
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It is easier to see,
The same things done...
By the same people doing them,
Over and over again.
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Not to see that which is visible,
But to worship that to idolize with symbols...
In beliefs that ruin the lives of others,
Is as demonic as it is to create wars...
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Mock me to stop me.
And laugh at me for as long as you wish.
But truth does not seek an acceptance to exist,
To win any battle to defeat it
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