Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Do you know,
What I think I do?
Your messages are sending me a meaning.
I interpret most of them as being mixed.
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It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
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They are against those who oppose everything.
And those who oppose everything,
Are using their position to ensure there is opposition.
While those caught up in between teams,
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A cat with nine lives,
Isn't sitting wondering...
Where to go and who to visit,
On vacation.
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You can make it better!
If you insist that it is.
By getting better,
With a doing more of it!
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I use to sit and wish for my innocence back.
But after being raped of escapades by the facts of life,
I could no longer hang onto fading daydreams.
Or my lingering memories of doing that to escape.
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Be here and with me.
Let's know are feelings are not,
Hop in and get it.
Hit it and quit.
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Remember those days,
When empathy for another...
Was an action not premeditated?
It was understood at one time,
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You have more invested in it than I do...
And you claim not to have time,
To walk 'your' child across the street...
To go to school?
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After breaking up we make up enough.
And doing this as if,
There is a benefit...
To us that comes with splitting.
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