Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

My love is not an imitation of it.
Or is it an impression I lifted.
It is what it is!
Whether you accept or leave it alone.
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Life presents to us challenges.
Some accept.
Some reject.
Others believe they can be put on hold,
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People are not accustomed,
To hearing the truth.
Only varying versions of it told.
And when someone is bold enough,
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It hides the facts,
And exposes insecurities.
With a remorse,
No one is willing to admit or take back.
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Brimming to the rim in denial.
Putting truth on trial.
But none of this rhetoric,
Escapes observations...
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Is he guilty?
I don't know.
Are we?
To allow conditions,
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He did not create your problems.
Or your way of life...
That comes back to bite you.
Your values are being threatened,
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It comes gushing with a rush bursting...
Then it stops!
This mental void that annoys,
Like a spinning top on a tip that drops.
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Why are you crying?
You put him there.
And he promised,
To bring us all together.
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I am not here because there is nothing else to do.
I am here because of you...
Wanting to be near.
Knowing you do not have fears to become your best!
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