Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The obvious contradicted.
Never has the attention given,
To it...
Failed to be disputed.
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Nothing is there,
Anyone could possibly say.
To defend an act,
Meant to intend it.
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People who have mastered,
The art of stealing.
Claiming ownership.
Of whatever is stolen.
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I am not one to remain,
In the middle lane.
I am too driven to pass those,
Too slow and undecisive.
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Evaporate from us...
Desires fed.
Now lifted and vaporized,
Into oblivion.
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I'm hurting.
And all I am expected to show for it,
Is a stiff upper lip.
And unknown courage.
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Love comes to some,
And stares them in the face.
It is not recognized for what it is...
And quickly it becomes replaced.
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So right you are.
When you say to me,
I don't know you.
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You say you did not know 'this' was in me?
As I recall,
Most of our encounters dealt with your point of view!
What was in me had not been of your concern.
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If there is anyone seeking,
Anything in my life to taint?
I'll be the first to say...
A saint I ain't!
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