Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Are we up?
Down.
Or in the middle?
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I dropped my draws!
And instantly...
We did not care,
Where they were!
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Sorry...
I'm not here to provide,
A lesser intelligence.
One that establishes an ignorance,
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This magic we hold...
Comes from deep 'withinside' of us.
The moment our hearts began to beat...
That magic of life,
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You must go inside now,
Children.
The hour of play has come to an end.
A fresh awareness of life begins.
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Can one completely lost of wit,
Be held accountable...
For not having an independent thought,
At all.
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We're running on low.
Low
Low
Low.
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I'm dragging with this melodic symphony...
Hit by timpanis,
And ooops!
When that's done I feel ecstatic!
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Toronto is wonderful,
Beautiful.
Clean and mixed.
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The first time you denied my touch...
I knew it was getting closer to over,
For us.
The first time you denied my touch...
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