Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

He don't know his daddy.
So to compensate,
A bigger fool he makes...
Of himself!
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Be bold!
Stop telling yourself you are afraid.

So many moments left and each precious.
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Too many wish to see others stumble.
To crumble as if it is predicted.
Addicted and wicked this sickness is.
And those who cherish this as their existence,
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Lips sealed and still thoughts heard.
No spoken words are needed.
A confused truth contradicts...
What is to be comprehended,
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And what would be my compensation?
For applying your constant aggrevation,
Towards years of my devoted dedication.
Now that you have discovered...
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More today,
Than any other day remembered...
I can say,
I am missing you in a way...
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I seek something...
Recogizable as divine.
Not a liability,
Anyone can find to tolerate
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Not a fool to be sidetracked by illusions.
No one I know was raised to praise misgivings,
Or mischief!
Or pretend something was there,
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We can not erase mistakes that glare.
Or fake a nonexistence.
They are there.
Precisely to divide and conquer with fear.
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Reveal those duties,
That I have.
To do Your will,
My Father.
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