Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The hour of any day,
To witness and accept...
Is the first hour of that day,
To come with a knowing it to be the best.
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There are people who have adapted,
To false identities that have them entrapped...
Have expectations of acceptance,
In other environments...
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I want everything you have,
If we are to share as mated lovers.
And with an ending to all suspense,
Commenced.
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Growing up is hard to do.
Especially in environments,
In which so many of an older age...
Refuse to move away,
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On the rise,
Again.
From darken shadows that began,
To comfort as if a welcomed friend.
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What has become to be made acceptable,
As a part of everyday life to live?
Is the saying of one thing understood to be meant,
To then do another.
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Some have adapted to adopt,
And with increasing disbelief...
Deceits to accept and receive.
With a giving of too much credit,
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Maybe we all will see the day that comes,
When rules are made to be accepted and followed...
Will not become so easy to break,
By those who choose to do it...
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Intoxication...
Should be no excuse to use,
When one seems to be conscious...
Of abusing another,
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It can never be too soon,
To get or show love.

Love received to then give,
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