Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We are in the midst,
Of a new beginning.
Although it seems,
A whirlwind of conflicts exist.
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Keep applying the smelling salts!
Some are coming around.

Those standing on their feet...
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Madness driven and pushed to the edge.
Everything they believe in lays crushed and dead.
A compromise can not be reached!
They seek a singeing that burns within.
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There is a 'we' expected,
When happiness addressed is expressed.
And...
There is a 'we' that eventually is confessed,
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If mediocrity is selected as a favorite flavor,
Of the majority of people raised to praise ignorance.
Then mediocrity it will be,
To smother the influence of those most capable.
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I know why I am not included,
In your conversations.

Most of the time I am ignored.
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To sit on pedestals,
May be heights some wish to achieve.
But as for me...
Why should I place such limits on myself?
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I express my thanks to all,
Who offer their comments...
That are analytical,
With indepth perceptions.
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I use to think of it as inclusive.
Those with appearances,
Of a similar and familiar physicalness...
Immedicately identifying,
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To my Facebook 'friends'...
Any time a smearing is done,
To defame and backstab anyone.
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