Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It may be a box.
And, not have a lock.
It may not have a window,
To look out a lot.
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Keep up...
With faith to be kept.
Keep up,
And not to stray...
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Many relive to revisit,
Actions they had taken yesterday.
Instead of being accountable,
With a staying that way.
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I like to think I'm hip and with it.
And up to date with what's going on.
You feel me?
But there is just one thing,
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Love requires sacrifice.
Sometimes to do not to mind
'And' sometimes done to dislike.
But if that love is right,
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Meaningful treasures...
Are meant to be kept,
Expressed and there to witness...
As if specially selected,
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Don't bring your baggage to my doorstep,
To unpack it.
Don't offer opinions to give,
About your friends, acquaintances or relatives.
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Pigs do not always 'oink'.
To have it heard to easily identify them.
Or do they 'always' wallow away in squalor,
To squeal gleefully in sties where swine reside...
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Losing a battle with truth,
Can be devastating.
With a mental and physical display,
Done to be shown in a way...
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An accepted insanity,
And its connection to madness...
Is not as quickly detected,
In some environments in which...
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