Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I feel as if I have been violated.
Like an intrusion has taken place.
And I can not put my finger on it.
It was if something entered my space...
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No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
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Step back and let this thought come through.
Weed yourself from baggage.
And free yourself of issues.
Give chase with haste that bitter taste to grieve.
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It's time to walk.
The overtime spent talking,
Is through.
You've been given a boost!
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The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!
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I use to find myself staring at her.
She was so very beautiful,
My mother.
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God selects to whom He speaks.
When a mission needs to be addressed.
And it may not be to anyone,
Who is frequently on their knees.
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The annual recycling of needs,
Is an inner city ritual.
The people are programmed to believe...
Their fortunes are less than the rest.
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What can I do?
Besides stand on the sidelines,
To criticize
Things done by others...
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I relate to your philosophies.
There is not need to rehash them.
Not with me.
I'd like to get beyond these acquisitions.
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