Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

From naughty to nice,
And a life spiced with adventure...
I have discovered to find this time of year,
Exciting to participate with anticipation.
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Only those who have had hidden guilts to feel,
To suppress in exchange to accuse and blame...
Others with claims to bring upon them undue shame,
Are often the same people heard crying out the loudest...
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It only takes one with a doing done,
To destroy with a displaying of being a decoy.
And that one that comes with intent,
To do a destruction done to prevent...
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It matters not who says or does what,
With claims to remember or to have forgotten...
When flashbacks happen to assess.
And time is there to review and reflect,
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If an existence to live a commercialized life,
As a valued standard is a needed addicting wish.
And the possessing of it diminishes in reality,
To become recognized as a foolishness...
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If you're losing sleep,
What is it that you think over?
And if you're losing sleep,
What is it you can't get over?
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Until I feel the chemistry.
And there is a tingling,
I can not stop...
That heats inside of me?
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We walk on paths that have separate purposes
You say I have written too many poems,
And the reading of them,
Prevents you to keep up.
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When you wanna you will come to me.
With steady open arms.
Ready to receive me heated.
As you would please.
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I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
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