Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It's so hard to keep and stay,
Inside your head.
Any wisdom from you runs...
Run, run, runs.
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Alone with myself,
So much comes into view.
Life and my purpose.
What is and not true.
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People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Don't have time to talk a lot.
('people at the bustop? ')
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The shock of what is not,
Is more disturbing...
Than the acceptance of what is!
Once what is not,
...

I am not upset,
Because they seem to apply quotas...
To my existence.
But the monthly statistics,
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There is something to be said about those
Who believe they can solicit themselves
Into obtaining attention, notoriety and fame.
Having little talent for what it is they perform.
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I know there will be many,
Expressing their thanks and gratitude...
On this, a holiday
To those they once knew,
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Let's make this clear,
Between us.
What you wish to do,
At the expense of my time...
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Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And those who are now awake,
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They are well disciplined.
They appear to be happy and healthy.
They are ambitious...
With wishes to enjoy life.
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