Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There it is.
I have to have it!
Of course I know what it is.
I'll get as much of it as I can...
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Pictures etched to catch,
A depthness then hung...
Shows mist and drizzle drawn.
A forecast of gray clouds,
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Your time,
Is not to be found...
Anymore!
My time,
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I found my niche.
And it was a bitch to get it.
There is no convincing to be done.
For me what has come...
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You can not rush them to reality fast enough.
Overloaded with empathy?
Bummed out on low levels of unconditional love?
Shared as if you were running for office of the Love god.
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Someday
You will think about this
And come to wish you chose
To be with me
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They don't want to be real.
And yet the reality of their existence,
Has manifested them in constant complaint.
Their eyes have been shielded from a truth,
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You want to do what?
Come aboard?
That ship sailed too long ago.
And after my experiences...
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You hurt me.
And when I healed from it,
I realized it was your hurt.
Something you wanted me to feel.
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To cling to that which is changing,
Splits and widens the gap...
Between that which is wished,
And dismissing the honesty attached
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