Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The only ones still ashamed and made embarrassed,
By what God makes for all to see to be believed.
With a stripping away everything that's faked,
To create life and all its beauty...
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I don't feel sorry for those,
Who sold without getting back...
Their lost yet treasured souls, .
To anyone who came along...
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If I should dare to be so creative,
I would first set out for my mind to seek...
That place not offended by my attempts.
And I felt my efforts appreciated,
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Memories to believe mean more to me,
Than sitting to reminisce and not experience...
That which I missed,
But had not occurred in my life just yet.
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Pensive and intensive.
Pensive with intent.
Pensive and intensive.
Pensive with intent.
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Zooming in with specific interest,
To examine strips of montaged clips...
Snipped and pieced together to depict,
People enjoying their decadence.
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Campaigning to prove,
Someone else is crazed...
Does not benefit the one,
Who has a history of displaying...
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Is it meant to be...
People are made dependent.
With dependency to keep.
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What 'Lord' selected to represent,
The complexity of an abundant Universe...
Would then have 'His' creations limited,
To be interpreted to make little sense?
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I don't care who it is you listen to.
I refuse to hear your complaints,
About what it is they've said.
To then argue with you,
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