Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You are hooked onto something,
You can not see has ended.
Hooked onto it with clinched teeth.
But the fact remains...
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Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
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That's not going to do it!
Bring another.

Bring another.
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They are trying to find something,
Someone...
Somewhere on this Earth.
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An obsession that has addicted...
With traditions held thick,
With desires and things to aspire and climb...
Higher to obtain those symbolic dreams.
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If you want a life that's free,
Of 'sssshhh'...
Yeeewwwwgotta live it.
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You've hurt me...
But I'm not crushed.
At least to you,
I will not admit it!
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Each time you cry.
I feel you near me.
I feel you weeping...
Sad tears,
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Sometimes the right one comes too late.
And we are left to appreciate,
The one who offers 'things' and not love.
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So it is, as I am.
To see and live and breathe...
To be here with you near.
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