Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

If my words are read for content,
Why do some believe...
Other interpretations are meant?
As if there is something to define,
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Those who seek assistance,
To spearhead their own success.
Hope for an easy way to accomplish it.
With less stress and aggravation.
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Too open.
Too honest.
Too curteous.
Too giving.
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With imagination...
Free we are to deliver,
Our best creations.
Only we restrict them to limits!
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No one sits in the back, boys.
If you want this ride,
To open up your eyes...
Real wide.
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You had been the one to chose,
To ignore the wounds and sores...
Upon others done.
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Take all the time you need.
And if you choose to do it...
Go to each vacant room,
To sit.
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The lights.
The festivities of excitement,
With an admission of hope.
The anticipation that delights,
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There is going to be an end of violence.
With a silencing of disturbed minds burned.
Increased mental illnesses will afflict.
Evidence of that,
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Recession?
From what use to be to what is now,
Is a permanent 'degression'.
There is no 'procession' back to retrieve beliefs.
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