Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Traumatic for many,
These days lived...
Has to be.
Especially for the ones who identified,
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In the finding of self,
It matters not where or when it is done.
In the finding of oneself.
That 'is' the achievement that comes,
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The practice of denial,
Keeps a feeling.
That one is trapped.
And becoming offended by others,
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Did I think,
One day you'd be reading me?
No!
Not this way.
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If two in love really felt that way,
About the other.
Why today so many betray.
Or say the other.
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Why do my poems to you sound similar?
With a familiarity?
I have heard that before.
And long ago that has been explored.
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It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance.
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If it rained on my parade.
There would be others,
To come my way.
And if not?
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From my perspective,
That is all this is.
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The best thing about the knowing,
Of something.
Is,
The knowing that 'is'.
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