Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It is too late to find me frisky,
And in a puppy love for you.
Those senses of mine have been jaded.
And in stages to someday fade.
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If I had a dime,
For those times...
I did not take my own advice,
I'd be up at least a dollar.
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If respect for intelligence,
Was in retrospect respected...
With an acceptance,
Would thoughtlessness...
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The wounds of...
Those in secret and themselves bleed.
The wounds of,
People who in silence believe...
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Keep it simple.
Avoid being stupid,
If...
This is a possibility.
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There's nothing like the feeling of being tracked.
And those doing it are not in camouflage.
This they want known.
Your back is being watched and this they want shown.
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I thought it foolish that I should move,
To find success or expect an acceptance.
Especially when I had the confidence,
In my choice to do what I did at my best,
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Everyone living on Earth can see,
The Sun shining brightly...
With a radiance believed.
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Those who go to college,
Should decide with a clear knowledge...
What it is,
They hope from it to get.
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They still insist,
Upon critiquing others lives.
With a passing of their judgements.
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