Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

If the past has come to go,
As it has.
Why do so many,
Make attempts to hang onto it?
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There is nothing like a dose of truth,
To awaken the stubbornness...
Of a sleeping done,
Wishing to snooze through life.
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Within this Majesticness,
Reflecting.
A presence of being...
To breathe a self examining acknowledgement,
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Handle your own business.
With an expertise,
You keep.
And be the C.E.O. of it.
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So many are unaware of a programming shared,
That creates their own despair.
And...
Leaving them with minds barren.
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You wish to tie me down,
To a host of your excuses lived.
And I refuse to have any part of this.
Whether you choose to do or not,
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You are correct.
No I don't know you.
Nor am I obsessed,
With the thought...
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Mumbled whispers,
Always find their way...
To ears focused,
On treasured nonsense...
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Judge me all you want.
That doesn't bother me one bit.
I've already done that self examining thing.
With an assessment of every blemish I have...
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Blistered passions,
Rising in sweet heat.
Lays to simmer when the panting,
Soothes to cool...
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