Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It's difficult to keep,
A truth to smother hidden.
As if to be forbidden,
From minds to have it ridden.
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Who better paints the canvas,
With qualified strokes.
And expertise to enhance a romancing,
An advancement of a work of art...
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Misplaced values to keep them chased,
Has a way to delay expected satisfactions.
And a dawning when that happens,
To deliver reality with it done...
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Avatars we all are.
With multiple souls,
From varying dimensions.
Some to experience progress.
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You were blessed with something,
No one has...
But you got,
To get.
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Straighten up that bended back bone.
To...
Stand tall.
Be independent.
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Judges sitting in pews,
To do before pulpits raised.
Declaring themselves,
Faithful to a belief with it seen done.
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It is difficult to refuse the creating,
Of excuses to make.
This addiction becomes an ownership.
A habit others expect that reflects upon,
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Better it is to have than not,
When it is tested.
And the evidence of it one witnesses.
Kept faith is something else.
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When tragedies become routine,
To eventually decrease...
Surprise and shock to stop tear drops,
These tragedies are removed...
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