Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Never wonder if what is wished,
Can come true.
Or doubt what is wanted is real.
Touch to feel as if done to do.
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Take your evil self away...
To lie and hide liar.
Liar.
I am not inspired,
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Under the cloak of hypnotic demon deeds,
So unaware are they who faithfully follow...
The allowing of themselves to suffer and bleed.
With a receiving of their weekly doses,
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There's nothing in a book,
Detailing how to stay and be hooked...
To illusions meant to soothe,
Delusions.
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I have discovered the obvious,
Is seldom admitted to examine...
By those choosing to refuse,
To see what keeps them...
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I love how decadence is praised,
At such raised marketing levels.

I can understand those disgusted,
And offended by having their values...
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Fabulous and exquisite,
Stays a scent remembered as fresh.
Never to undo with the passing of time.

And embraced as if just yesterday,
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You can make claims of your innocence,
To others who may be convinced of it.
Until your naps turn straight,
And hold your breath with a pouting face.
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All the avenues had been open wide,
And to them provided with benefits.
To collect, share and amongst themselves,
Divide if wished.
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From naughty to nice,
And a life spiced with adventure...
I have discovered to find this time of year,
Exciting to participate with anticipation.
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