Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Never could I get,
With you...
Too exhausted.
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People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
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The only game I am here to play,
Is...
'How To Stop That Crap That's Maxed'
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Hey...
Comehere!
Yes...
I am talking to you.
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Where are my keys?

'In your hand.'
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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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Didn't we do this once before?
Say those things,
We did not mean.
Only to ignore the conflict.
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