Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Beliefs fed and meant to keep,
With them to learn and kept embedded...
In one's head is a process begun,
From one's environment with a doing done.
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Nothing anyone does with honest intentions,
Is done with malice to achieve...
The getting of attention.
That kind of masquerading is seldom belabored.
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Living with regrets to select this,
As the only way life one should live.
With a haunting to be apologetic,
For misdeeds done one can not overcome.
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They grew to tell and sell sold lies.
With a doing not to realize,
What they had accepted to easily do...
As their lies told to tell continued,
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If I had not lived my life,
To recognize early...
The petty doings of mischievious demons,
I too would become easily upset...
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Anyone convinced to believe,
It is their duty and obligation...
To display in any way a disrespect,
Shown to others with a doing to expect...
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I have never been one to tell all.
Or believed my decisions to make,
Needed an explanation.
Especially if my path has been traveled,
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Why is it,
Do people choose to degrade others...
From hidden cracks and crevices?
To then slither away unseen,
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People aren't finding it exciting,
To witness the events...
Of these times that have come.
No one is finding realities like these,
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Do I need to give you a reason...
Why I picked you to be mine?
And do I wish to take that step to prove,
You are special and one of a kind.
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