Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The doing is done and it seldom stops.
Or never leaves,
A mind to be dropped.
The doing is done and it seldom stops,
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Remember when sense to be made,
Was accepted as being common...
For those living to experience,
A time when doing this was not offensive.
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Preventing an escalation of a consent given,
Of a quality of life relentlessly indecent...
And descending with intented purpose meant,
Is an effort completely ineffective...
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If I wanted I too could choose,
To live a life that is redundant.
In an existing repetitiveness.
With a love of doing it,
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The thing that is most treacherous,
About those who deceive...
Is their ability to portray innocence,
To have others believe...
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Some use a different approach,
On those choosing to insist...
Upon using the same old tired tactics,
To provoke others folks as if to joke.
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A cultivating kept and is believed,
Of that which one wants to keep significant...
Is done with a giving it as much respect,
As one would expect to receive.
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On the rise are misfits,
Given rights to start conflicts.
On the rise are misfits,
With their havoc to leave.
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When I trust,
I do not question with doubts of that trust.
When I start to doubt to wonder with questions,
I stop trusting even the questions to ask.
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Anything one does without effort,
Is not anything one does with love.
And...
If anyone chooses to do anything with ease,
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