Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A master crafter of disaster.
One who sits and permitted to destroy.
Observed and watched and also heard,
To admit a doing of misfit deeds.
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Does the truth to hear it,
Become more effective...
When coming out of the mouths,
Of today's outspoken youth.
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The odds are likely you will survive.
If you begin to start living your life.
And stop following others,
Telling you...
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Love found to know it,
And kept had is fine.
But wanting to be around,
The one supplying that love...
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I must.
As well as others should choose.
God kept to trust.
And truth done to do.
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Nothing done with sacrifice.
And unselfishly proven to do.
Should those who benefit,
Seek ways to undo.
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If I should pinch you,
Would that doing hurt.
Worse to feel,
Like words you pick.
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Born and made convinced untouchable.
From birth told had a mind,
Cemented in titanium.
That protects a platinum intelligence.
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With wishes wanted,
To quickly slam dunk.
Getting them to have,
As fast as dreams come.
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Impersonal.
Caring less what is done.
Or said to others to do.
As if distanced from being human.
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