Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You've wasted too much time,
Agonizing with an analysis...
As to how best to approach,
The connecting of dots.
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Once you've picked your ticket,
And there is a magic felt with it...
That's the ticket for you that fits.
One picked better than none,
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When ghost shadows came,
To join a heart with stains left...
From a raining that seemed not to end.
Inside undried eyes,
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How much to me does it mean,
To leave behind unpleasant scenes...
Of a past that clings as if cemented.
To live a life free to the fulfilling of dreams,
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Play it safe and hope that caution is with it.
Suppress your passion and let it sit.
As you dance around the bushes...
Seeking to be accepted.
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Here!
Take this from me with a purpose to label it yours.
I wont be offended.
Nor will I be the one to defend my giving.
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Attached to a retro-fitness...
Like a face that has been lifted.
Prepared and equipped,
To manufacture again anything...
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There will always be issues,
Among those insecure enough to have them.
Always there will be,
Those who put themselves in positions...
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I am a writer.
Not a combat fighter.
I choose to use my mind for thought.
And not to collect schemes to manipulate,
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Too many times I have heard you crying.
With a sighing done about your life.
And too many times I have held you close,
With a wishing that perhaps I should loosen my hold.
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