Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
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The biggest honor you can bestow,
On someone deceased.
Is to participate,
If asked to speak...
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What you present...
Is the potential to deliver someone,
A full blown headache on a daily basis.
And that is obvious in your presentation.
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Religious pageantries are ending.
Rituals performed that feed on sins and fear...
And lives lived in expected limitations,
No longer apply...
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Some folks have this belief,
Others are who and what they create.
To become from molds,
What judgements passed upon them...
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Now the big boys with the bucks,
Argue who is right and wrong.
While the oil from the ocean,
Gushes up from a hole.
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Brilliance.
Some are told they have this,
When identified they may be different.
And then the pressure becomes theirs,
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Those blessed with gifts and talents,
Aren't aware who has or has not.
Someone with an appetite,
Seeks to be fed.
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Describing it from my insight and depiction,
Is not as easy when others are accustomed...
To charades that masquerade truth and honesty.
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When I feel and know it,
Only then will it exist.
A happiness felt and within me shown...
With an exuberance I can't resist.
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