Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There was a time in my life,
When I would rather write than talk.
Eat, walk or sleep.
I was taught early,
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When a judging of a book by its cover,
Has been done...
The only one who benefits from this,
Is the one who continues,
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The death of long lasting ignorance,
Has produced an increase od demons...
With razor sharp teeth and claws to clinch,
A squeezing done with a menacing sought...
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The unexpected that offers a potential of growth,
Will always attract the one adventurous...
Who isn't seeking to keep within instructed limits,
To fit as if this is life to live.
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I am not on a roll.
I am on path,
That has been freed...
Of self imposed obstacles.
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You want more?
Or do you wish to get rest?
To catch a needed breath?
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If I loved you any more,
Would it be less...
Than what you expected?
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You want to compete with me?
From where would you like to start?
From my beginnings?
To an undefined middle...?
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Elements...
Of unmeasured and high intelligence,
With an inability to joke or be provoked...
To find anything amusing,
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What demands can you command?
When from behind shadows,
Your voice mocks and imitates.
And you fear to make a public stand.
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