Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Not shown is my heart.
And how I have grown...
To let things go!
To pick up the pieces,
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How often do I write?

Daily...
Day and night.
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Take that scrub brush,
And that mop.
Start from the corners...
And clean this mess up, baby.
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Some folks provoke their own agonies.
And with collective action...
They become critical of those,
Who have chosen not to unite...
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If I could say this another way...
Then that way would have been chosen.
And then you would miss this way I've selected.
Eliminating my anticipation,
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Trust dusted.
Lusts of all kinds,
Now being busted.
And the smuggling once done,
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They await on the sidelines for fresh meat.
For someone to be accountable,
To dump upon them their grief.
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Stop thinking you need me to lead the way.
Or someone else to hold your hand,
To help you avoid traffic on a crowded street.
Open your eyes and carry your own weight.
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Maintain you beliefs!
The ones that keep you restricted,
To limits and isolation.
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How grateful I am,
To have lived.
And You have allowed it.
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