Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

To tell many of them,
They have been programmed...
To self destruct.
Would be like telling ducks,
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Whatever that is in your mind,
Keeping it confined to Once Upon A Time
Fantasized stories...
With such a determination to see them come to life,
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Tripped out,
Over their finances.
Doubts begin to cloud their minds...
With a suggestion to breathe deeply.
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You may see it now on your visit.
With a wish to claim it for yourself to get.
But you chose to get away to run.
Making no investment,
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Temperatures heat up slow.
Some boil to explode.
Steaming to show outside...
What can no longer hide.
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It makes little sense,
To keep a monitoring done...
Of their self destructiveness.
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Why on Earth are all those people standing in line.
So patient they seem.
And not one hint of any conflict between them.
All representing different ethnic 'persuasions' too.
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At this point...
It doesn't matter...
Who did what that offended.
Or who begins our public arguments.
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You say you don't believe in this.
Or do you believe in that.
You don't believe in a Supreme existence.
Although you do verify your presence as fact.
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I remember vividly those times,
Of innocent minds.
And the caring done...
By neighbors and friends.
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