Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Soar where those poor of faith reside.
Sacrifice temptations,
That come to tease temporary pleasures.
Soar where those poor of faith reside.
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Whomever it may be that owns a key,
To open a door...
Where peace of mind is kept,
On the other side of it...
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When truth to reveal,
Becomes suspect...
Where you live.
And deception accepted,
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More weapons are created,
With more interest shown...
Than there is more interest seen,
By those creating with less debate...
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Give me the right to love.
Isn't that what you desire and wish?
Isn't that what you think of as happiness?
Give me the right to also have it.
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The best lessons taught to remember and learn,
Are those earned without options to choose...
When a healing done to overcome an ego abused,
One believed they could ignore with it left behind...
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Old horses off course,
Prepared to enforce...
Aged endorsements,
Are not equipped to envision...
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Subjective objectivity,
Received and reflecting acceptance...
Effective.
Is never a consideration to suspect,
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Like one does as you did.
You might have felt,
A doing of anything...
Without me around to witness it,
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If you knew me,
You'd be here to share with me life.
And it you knew me,
You wouldn't have one sleepless night.
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