Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Your thrown interceptions,
Meant for me to get...
Have not been in my reach.
Yet you say for me intended.
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Co-operation,
Isn't what it use to be.
When people wanted and believed,
Conflicts they could end successfully.
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Remaining to stay with beliefs,
One has witnessed...
To have removed obstacles,
Ilnesses to fear and personal grief...
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Come and get this thing.
You can't leave it here just hanging.
Come and get this thing.
Take it with you to get luck.
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Street cred,
Embedded never leaves who lives it.
Street cred,
Toughens one's skin like a rubber cover.
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Even the ones self centered with addictions,
Will witness to observe...
Activities valued to prioritize in the past,
Losing their significance.
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I have already seen,
With meaning and time...
To eventually digest,
Those signs appearing on my path...
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You aint gon loiter here.
Hanging around with your friends.
Smoking weed and blunts,
To dump near my doorstep.
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Homesick.
With drifting homeless thoughts.
Roaming pointless.
Missing purpose thoughts once had,
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Have you been waiting for this?
With lips twisted, head tilted...
And hands on defiant hips.
Have you been waiting for this?
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