Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

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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When the trouble you start goes on...
You're the one who tries to leave it.
When the heat you strike,
Begins to ignite an invited...
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You did not know when I came to knock.
I came to give and not to take.
I came to share...
And to stay!
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I was made early to be aware of my uniqueness.
And the feeling of being distanced.
But my curiosities about life...
Had too many questions.
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Where do you plan to go now...
With your gossip to whisper?
And when will you begin to clean...
Notes and other items off your desk.
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Are you one to have pulled yourself away from...
The dance of delusion.
With 'laws' that proclaim...
A color blind inclusion.
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