Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It isn't just the distrust between us,
Used as a tool to demean.
It isn't just the rush to keep secret,
Affairs we dare but in public seen.
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There seems to be,
Fewer hands raised.
Pointing fingers these days.
With their backs turned away,
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You won't leave me tortured.
Unable to get sleep.
No you won't leave me tortured.
Unable to eat or freely breathe.
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Whatever it was,
To remain as is.
At least it stays unchanged.
And agreed upon,
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As we bow our heads to pray.
Or kneel on knees...
To follow customs,
We have come to learn.
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When a giving heart has emptied,
With a depleting of it to give more...
No one who has relied on lies,
To pursue the undoing of truth...
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Plagued by woes.
And a grief that keeps miseries,
Kept for centuries wept to weep...
From distant shores our ancestors,
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Only those becoming to show,
Themselves to be offended...
By the most despicable actions,
Performed and displayed in midnight raids...
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Loneliness in the pool of awareness,
Is a swim done to do...
That begins with doubt to start.
Until bored one gets,
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Not yet officially banned,
Are kept old standards.
To have exhausted their purpose,
Through many life spans...
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