Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Turn your gifts
Into rewards you pick.
Wish them to be delivered
Now into reality.
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Shepards from the cosmic come.
Prepared to invade this dimension fading.
Obvious is the mental lift they gift.
Dissolving quick are traditions drifting.
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Why is it...
The choice to be alone,
Is much more a curiousity
Than sitting with others
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If you are not sure what you are looking for...
What makes you think you are going to find it,
Stumbling through life?
If you can not identify what it is that makes you tick...
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Deception may be dressed in fresh wardrobes...
But the scent of it always follows one
Unaccustomed to bathe in the light of truth,
And honesty!
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I see.
This makes perfectly good sense.
They hate what we stand for...
So to prove their disdain and ill-will,
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You will never comprehend or feel
Depths of emotion experienced...
If that is not your wish.
To exploit yourself like this!
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Keep believing you're the last best thing on Earth.
I'm sure to you that has a worth!
You remind me frequently I do not meet your expectations...
Or satisfy your preference list!
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Who solicited with invitation,
The cursing of our values?
And when did they become worthless?
Even good dirt is used for top soil!
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All you want to do is sit, mumble and fight.
Like that should be a part of our daily appetite!
But you can
Crumble with it.
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