Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

He is itching,
To do something to be remembered.
Impulsive.
Imprudent.
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Family rivalries?
Bring nothing to them but grief.
Eventually members split apart...
And no one wishes to speak.
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Experience?
Those with it...
Have grossly diminished,
A quality of life.
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Even though the greatness is spoken,
The power of it dims and weakens.
Instead of building strong foundations,
Manifested from all of God's creations...
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Many years ago you went out of your way,
To ruin me, my happiness and relationships I had...
With friends, family and peaceful acquaintances!
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I can only offer my gratitude,
With a thankfulness
I do
Every day to You,
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Hungry are the people,
Who seek to rid their fences.
They wish to heal a brokenness...
That aided their indifference.
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They could not deal with truth,
So they created their own.
When those deceptions began to falter...
Low self esteem and diseased minds,
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No one could stop them,
From playing into the hands of the demon.
Who fed them with opulence,
And distractions to keep them...
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They've got skills.
And they talk about this,
With prowess on the streets!
They have tackled ever situation...
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