Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

When nothing makes sense anymore,
Make this an opportunity...
To free yourself from attempts,
Of being intelligent about it.
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I am not that man,
You think you understand...
And,
That man you understood...
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You give me that you like me nod.
And I...
Nod back.
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You need to feel it!
Everyday that special touch of love.
You should have it near...
Everyday that touch of love.
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When I say I am seeking something substantial in my life?
Why does that make you laugh to see me at a flea market?
I am seeking something that doesn't need to be high maintenanced...
Looking for wrinkles to moisturized.
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Everyday and in many ways,
Our lives lived is another test to pass.
Like a taking of a quiz.
With answers heard that are daily given,
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Overpopulated by gameplayers,
Who have played out to squeeze fresh energy...
From a climate left brimming on the rim with a hope,
That an awakening snaps these jokesters to loosen their grasp...
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Tossed, kicked and thrown to puncture.
And those who have been deflated,
Like abused balls slammed against walls...
Are often heard to express,
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The various messages sent,
Have always invited confusion.
Whether or not intented or meant.
OR prevent the increase of misunderstanding.
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Those who rise to opulent skies,
To make statements generated...
In mediums to deliver their knack for bad taste,
Are often heard giving their opinions...
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