Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Back in the day,
When my portrayal of a waning youth...
Was in the midst of my denial and pretentions,
I attempted to expose every talent I had.
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Still maintaining your fight,
With the same demons?
Still feeding that appetite...
Welcoming sleepless nights,
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It would be great if experience to one came,
Without the sacrificing of time...
To find fault or place blame.
Or the process of feeling some anguish and pain.
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Unforgettable conscious actions,
Forgiven with time...
But not from a mind erased.
As those memories come with intent to retrace,
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A return to relive,
A yesterday gone...
Is not going to 're-happen'.
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You want me to create for you a job?
So you can do what?
Pester me about your lunch breaks?
Make personal phone calls at my expense?
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I agree!
The root of our canals,
Although similar...
May be deeper than the other.
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Is a power taken,
The same as a power given?
And how much power,
Does a power that has been taken have...
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I have instructed someone else,
To play with MY toys!

'Instructed?
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