Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

People believe the value of truth,
Depends on interpretation.
They are absent of clues...
That truth is not a product of a whim.
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You are,
So not ready for me.
I love adventure.
With it to live.
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You have opened the window to my heart.
The air is fresh.
And the dew that sits...
Lifts with the dawning Sun.
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They can make the same old claims,
All they want...
But the facts,
Remain unchanged.
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Just how difficult is it,
To give without getting.
To love just to love.
To show others a kindness,
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Too many people keep their evil disguised.
And they do.
Too many people.
Too many today being evil.
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Finding that which has been sought,
To ground a live wire totally confused.
And experiencing the living on assumptions,
Too much.
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From your perspective.
How important is cultural identity?

'From my perspective?
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I care about these people.
That's why I can say I like it.

I care about them...
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IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
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