Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Sometimes I am so depressed with love!
Yes.
Depressed with it!
Some folks don't have it at all to give.
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I don't exist,
To see my name on the top
Of any list.
Or debate about my life experiences.
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To be who it is someone claims to be,
Takes courage.
Little of what one says they are,
Is nourished to be encouraged.
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Chasing to taste love from someone,
Will not be done by me.
Bar stools are full with those in flirtation mode,
Especially after a hard day of pushing papers...
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To the rim.
It gets full.
Spilling.
It can be used.
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My advice?
I am not one to give it.
Since it is not my expertise.
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Stripped of implemented fantasies.
And sanctimonious delusions,
Of what they represent.
And who best presents...
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I was once told what I did was not correct.
I could do it another way,
And make it better yet.
But my need to express...
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What can not be erased or faced,
Surfaces time and time again to disgrace.
An embarrassment does not aid,
In the replacement that degrades.
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Destroyed by appearances.
And values on the surface...
That have no depth.
A quality of life has been sacrificed.
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