Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Who is it that can live a life...
Just being,
Objectified.
Who is that a midnight rides...
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No one can prevent an event,
That has happened...
From it happening again.
Since an event to prevent from its happening,
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Afflicted with addictions to me that are given.
And...
More I've noticed,
I'll never overdose.
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Less are precious moments kept,
In need of showmanship.
To sell them to others as treasured,
Whoever wishes them to remember.
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Don't promise me you'll give it.
Just give it and see me overwhelmed,
And surprised.
Don't you promise me you''ll give it.
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Unstrap from that backpack you carry,
Loaded with burdens others on you dump.
And don't straddle on a saddle,
Believing the ride will get you over the hump.
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As a child I was taught,
Not to speak or accept one thing...
From any stranger I met.
And that included candy, toys...
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I found you within myself.
To know without explanation,
There was a sharing of depth...
Left unspoken.
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A good fight to win if won,
Seems to be more celebrated...
By those distant from trenches.
With a doing not to heal wounds to mend.
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Come to me.
You ought to know I am at home.
Here I await.
Alone for you.
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