Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You don't know the 'none' of it.
Guess work does not make it exist.
To say you understand,
When blisters appear on my hands?
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One day...
When we are all swimming,
In deeper pools of thought.
Indifferences will diminish.
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The texture of the mix...
Does not sit well on many lips.
Barriars are being broken.
An unspoken mending begins to end...
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Who's trick is this?
Is it your latest?
It is too obvious.
The over rating done,
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One loves what is done.
Another enjoys what is done.
And a third likes what is done.
Which one does what is done,
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When you think about your gifts from God...
Don't be limited,
With the gifts God gives.
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Irresponsibility makes it okay to trash the streets.
And leave them that way until someone or 'they'
Picks up after others...
With a broom to sweep.
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On the right,
Are those who make excuses.
On the left,
Are those who abuse.
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They believe to have things,
Leaves others impressed.
Perhaps in those days...
Long gone but still addressed.
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Many make false claims,
To sensationalize their own lives.
They use others as decoys,
To hide and mask their own insecurities.
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