Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

For some,
Being honest is a choice they make.
Like an avoidance to come face to face,
With truth.
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Forget each and every one,
Of your analystic tricks.
I will tell you upfront...
You are the cause and reason,
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If to them,
Others determined did not provide light.
Or encourage with an insistence persisted,
For them to open a door...
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The difference between you and me?

I am forced to live my life.
With the confronting of obstacles,
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You totally misinterpret,
The pace I keep.
Not one step do I make,
That is taken...
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Wouldn't it be great to erase each moment,
We lived in the doing of making conscious mistakes!
Wouldn't it be great to erase those things said offensively,
With the intention to hurt...
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It is amaziing how one lie lived,
Can become the basis...
Of a faith based foundation,
Many will argue...
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As a kid I had ambitions.
And the first of them was to do my chores,
Before my mother would come home from work.
And she would pack them on too!
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Many who pretend to live,
Are easily offended.
Everything they do,
They believe should be approved.
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It is there!
In the midst,
And is waiting.
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