Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

As face value?
Nothing is what it is meant to be.
And a probing is distanced intentionally.
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Wishing for a past to return to relive,
Has to be those wishes made by the ones...
Doing a procrastinating done.
They did it then and still do now.
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Their own beliefs drove them insane.
With accusations and denials kept,
Speeding the process.
Blaming others for their hold on stubbornness,
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Everytime I see you,
You appear to have nothing on your mind.
As if you are happy all the time.
To me this doesn't make sense.
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To be scrutinized over periods of time,
Eventually brings to one a liberty...
To choose to do what they please.
Knowing in the doing of it...
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Remember those days,
Seeing people cross a street...
To avoid the ones hungry and homeless?
With a looking down from their held high noses,
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I'm needing it.
I can't resist...
More time,
With you by my side.
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You want to be understood.
And I get that.
But to locate where you might be hiding,
On a daily basis which has become too often.
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