Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Here it is at one-oh-five.
The air is fresh...
And I'm alive.
Wanting more...
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Do I care that you are hurting?
Did you ever care...
Period!
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If it is not a craft you are going to master,
Much unlike a hobby done for sport!
Or something like a doodle done?
You ought not make attempts,
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Realization.
There is 'something' honest,
And truthful about its presentation.
Somehow...
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Even if you decided not to show up,
Or came late with another excuse to make...
What is going to happen,
Will occur with or without you.
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I've stopped attempting to find explanations,
For my thoughts.
Or, make someone feel less intimidated...
For the experiences I have,
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So you changed some things around and called this new?
Yours?
To have others believe it too!
And you know this isn't true.
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I can not...
And will not stop,
Or drop
My affair with love.
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The truth of the matter is...
No one is going to tell it!
A society that has been fantasized,
Has flourished on deceit and lies.
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I got a Lionel train set for Christmas,
Many years ago.
I saw it.
And I watched my father and his brother,
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