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  LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR (February/'47)
 
 
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  3997.     

Cemented In Their Minds

Instead of ensuring each step they placed,
Had been taken to prevent...
A losing of identities to keep intact,
They chose not to do that.
They chose to dance most of their lives away.
In the doing to impress an addressing,
Of the oppressor's ways with a dedicated devotion.
And kept in their minds in a rhymic nonstop motion.

Instead of performing enduring sacrifices to be shown,
They chose to ignore the disrespect of their offspring...
And a lack of discipline growing to be done,
With a doing to be known and an acceptance condoned.

Removing they did the intentions of their ancestors meant,
To leave them with a strength cemented in their minds...
Never to relent to a being redefined.
Or amused by images to caricature through stereotypes.

But to dismiss this they did.
Until their identities were all but dead.
And voluntarily put to death had been centuries,
Of an existing significance felt in depth.
To eventually be remembered by no one left...
Who thoughtfully could or attempted to reminisce,
What it was or the importance to keep...
Their future generations invested mentally,
With a doing never to sell their souls...
For cheapened trinkets and sold to fools as gold.

'What can I get for this? '

~What is it? ~

'All the gold I purchased to possess.'

~What you present and wish to sell to me,
Is worthless.
Where is your integrity?
Do you believe I am unconscious? ~

'I have no more of that left.'

~Integrity?
Or consciousness?
Both apparently are absent.
I only do business with those of kept souls.
And minds cemented in identity.
Return anytime if you can find any of these.
I only do business with those of kept souls.
This is what I value most.~

'But...
I have no more of that left.'

~I sympathize with you.
But to give you 'empathy'?
For that I'll have to charge you a fee.~
 
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  3998.     

Cemented To Their Perceptions

You say you've been picked to be probed and monitored?
Not too many can say that.
There must be something you have,
Wishing to be cloned to steal and duplicate.
Or appreciate as an appetizer.

Maybe it is the warmth you generate from your personality!
Stop laughing.

There are those who remain fixed as if cemented,
To their perceptions.
Who knows how one decides what is preferred.
Well...
Hopefully there is a mutual entertainment of deeds going on.
 
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  3999.     

Cemented With Content

That which is cemented with content,
Is often overlooked and seldom accepted...
With no intention to be probed,
Beyond what has been mentioned.
Some try to identify something with content,
With minds limited to comforts that exists.
Comforts some find easy to reject and dismiss.
Although others may make attempts,
To perceive what is meant to invent their own meaning.
Or demean with interpretations for them that make sense.

That which is cemented with content,
Is often overlooked and seldom accepted...
With no intention to be probed,
Beyond what has been exposed and mentioned.
To believe what is presented and on the surface,
Has a convoluted twist or some other hidden purpose.
Yet a content that is cemented,
Seems slower to digest in minds not prepared to dissect...
A message first delivered that appears abstract,
But so basic when sent the simplicity of it distracts.
 
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  4000.     

Centered

Breaking through the thickness,
That kept me attached to a weakness...
In my mind overtime I kept.
I have wept my last tears.
In fear that my best years were gone.
I don't have to sing the same song heard!
And I wont stop my flight from soaring.
How absurd to wish to repeat a fleeting youth.
To dilute my life with misadventure.
Breaking through to experience the new...
And unknown!
Being 'centered' is my base.
A place I call my own!
A home deserved and alone condone!
 
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