Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I stood and observed her,
Searching for disgarded soda cans.
And picking through trash,
From a downtown corner garbage bin!
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It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
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I'm not the kind of guy,
You say you like.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
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To those misguided,
And surfing to ride...
On the crest of waves,
Behind those who champion...
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You wish to tie me down,
To a host of your excuses lived.
And I refuse to have any part of this.
Whether you choose to do or not,
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You are correct.
No I don't know you.
Nor am I obsessed,
With the thought...
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Mumbled whispers,
Always find their way...
To ears focused,
On treasured nonsense...
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Judge me all you want.
That doesn't bother me one bit.
I've already done that self examining thing.
With an assessment of every blemish I have...
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Within this Majesticness,
Reflecting.
A presence of being...
To breathe a self examining acknowledgement,
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I loved it...
When you danced with life.
As if the light within you kept,
Would shine through your eyes...
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