Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Not a fluff do I flow,
With a willowness to interprete...
To be puffed into a whiff.
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When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
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A kept stress depresses.
And to confess it isn't the best thing to do...
If one is trying to prove,
They can be super human too.
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Be well!
With a protection done,
Of your mind, body and soul.
And don't be afraid to tell...
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Those masks worn to dispense conflict,
Have begun to expose the ones who perpetrate it.
With a penetrating done,
Meant to be permanent.
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Superficial surfaces,
Interpreted...
Are often neglected to produce regret.
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Would I consider,
Beginning a relationship...
With anyone I had been in love with,
In my past?
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A life treasured to live,
Moves much too fast...
When a satisfaction of having it,
Means more than sitting to watch sand...
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When the feelings of my hands,
Have numbed.
And that which I wish to touch...
Is left to a memory to me that comes.
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'Yes,
I did it.
And as soon as my book,
'Confessions Of A Crook' is published...
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