Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

A persistent consistency isn't resistent to critique.
No!
Even though this may be believed.
There is a shared interdependency,
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I feel emboldened when I'm touched.
Like a validated rose.
And even though my thorns may prick,
Always there comes along someone...
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Life bites.
Many moons come to pass.
A dawning Sun light comes,
To lift darkness from nights.
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Bewitched quick.
By a ticking of a clock,
Heard to grow louder.
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The wizard spends no time to drift,
Between those antagonistic with wishes...
To monitor the new touches of their wickedness.
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If you've got to know,
I will admit it...
Those sensitive visits,
That come to sit...
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My heart feels like it's split open wide and bleeding.
As I'm sitting in the middle of it.

Nothing I had lived prepared me for what I had to see.
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There is a reason to be rhymed behind,
Everything!

'May I hear that again,
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I don't have a spicy tongue,
Normally exposed.
Until somebody stands too close,
To step on my toes.
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Could I be incompetent?
No.
But I will admit,
I can be stupid, ignorant and foolish...
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