Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The thought of it is easy to read.
That is the intent.
As if it had been concieved.
And for you meant,
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From Italy to shores unknown.
She convinces she leaves footprints.
But her doors and windows...
Expose dust from a lack of being cracked.
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Your playing days with me are over.
I awakened this morning and declared them so.
Over and done are those childish antics.
A new day has dawned and you must go!
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I trusted to know what love was when it came.
I thought I was prepared...
And aware of it!
I knew in my heart,
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To those who value it...
Life becomes more precious,
When the thought of death and its permanence...
Comes to be not so distant,
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Bailout?
A prolonged stimulus,
Packaged to delay...
A masked betrayal.
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To raise a debate,
Over who is better qualified
To be a pallbearer at a burial,
Will not revive the hopes...
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You'd be foolish to think,
I share with you what I have
To boost an ego wish!
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Release the tension in that grasp you have.
Let go and let God complete the task.
Just ask your spiritual guides to clear your path.
Material things you have wont last!
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None of it has been rehearsed.
The researching of your rebirth.
Every detail of it has been lived.
And moments of it,
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