Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

If you must know...

I'm the meadow.
I'm the stream through the hills.
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You and I and others too,
Are truly the 'victims' of our own thought process.
IF we change and eliminate
That which we do not wish to have in our lives...
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As the world seems to be plummenting,
Into a chaos of lies and hopelessness.
Let us be reminded,
That which is viewed...
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I am not one to remain,
In the middle lane.
I am too driven to pass those,
Too slow and undecisive.
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The more of the past,
One has been blessed to live...
To experience.
The more difficult it is,
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Serving a purpose,
Delivers, eventually...
Benefits one gets.
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Wholesome and fed,
Neighborly violence.
As biases are kept discussed,
In gated communities.
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No there is no blueprint to follow,
Anyone gets to live a life done to do.
And no notes to be taken to study.
With a hope to pass each test to face.
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The obvious contradicted.
Never has the attention given,
To it...
Failed to be disputed.
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United faces of discrimination.
All claiming,
Illiterate social consciousness.
And an absence of told,
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