Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I may not have clock stopping beauty.
Or manners of a hip hop, pop or rock star.
Chocked full of hits at the top of the charts.
But...
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Sometimes I wish I could revisit my intentions.
And do a focus on my purpose,
With a prioritizing of my needs.
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Healing from a sustaining pain maintained...
To discover a conquering of it,
Is like being raised and propelled...
To another level of consciousness.
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A mind that remains stifled,
Will always be in conflict...
With one of growth.
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Your drift is Mister Thoughtdropper...
Is to plop a thinking process,
Inside my head!
While agitating with some pepper,
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I've learned to say what I mean.
And then to clear the air,
With frankincense and myrrh.
Keeping the atmosphere golden.
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How pitiful can a declared pity get?
Some can do pity proud...
By having pity dipped and bronzed.
And accessorized with torment.
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I never had a secret.
None.
Not really.
I might have had one...
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It doesn't matter who is elected to lead.
Or those issues diversified,
By those subdivided in divisions unsatisfied.
A cesspool where all reside stinks.
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