Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

The mind.
The body.
And every muscle,
Connected...
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There has to be something somewhere pleasant,
Besides the deluge today of unpleasant news.
Someone somewhere with a smile shown bright,
Has to find life more than existing just to gripe.
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Each breath one is blessed to breathe,
With a cycle that rewards with an inhaling...
That is exhaled to release in an exchange that repeats,
Is new.
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A person's worth,
Isn't in their ability...
To obtain worldly possessions.
Or in the quality of them.
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Until some rules to us have come,
And understood by 'everyone'...
Under the Sun,
Will there then be a need to exchange...
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You've got me,
Trembling as if I am blind of sight.
And afraid to move around in my own space...
Feeling out of place,
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I've made it clear I do not fear,
Obstacles appearing to be near.
Although I use to manifest a resistance,
With a distance kept persisted.
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I'm at a loss.
Because my feelings for you,
Have been tossed.
But at who's cost?
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What do we do 'now'?

'We' who? '
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Isn't it easy to accuse someone,
Who is relied upon to be accountable...
For abandoning those that take their own irresponsibility,
As belonging to the one they take for granted!
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