Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The living of life,
Is not for me to dwell upon.
The doing of deeds,
And keeping a belief to see them done...
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An apology can never substitute,
For an intentional pain one causes.
Nor can excuses or alibis used,
Come to the defense of someone...
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Care!
And dare,
To be aware...
Of others born with feelings too.
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Desperate are the demons losing control.
With a fixed foothold on which beliefs,
Are acceptable to achieve...
A release from their wicked,
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Why can't you give up pity,
That you count on.
The pity that you give me,
That you count on.
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Only those who can not admit,
They are bored with their lives...
And trying to outlaw and diss,
Someone else's happiness...
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If more than one can state,
Their fortunes made to be created...
Have been available to appreciate,
Why is it for some...
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I live each day seeking,
For something that isn't done...
By anyone not introducing,
Another round of what they've found...
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Only those who had once been depicted,
Unusual, out of it and more than just different...
Have come today to witness,
Those who had lived such steady and normal lives...
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I can not resist,
Your illuminate doings.
That fit me quick,
Those illuminated doings...
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