Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

May I lay upon your essence fresh.
With morning dew as the Sun slowly rises,
In bluing skies.
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Admire,
I do...
You.
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Silver frosted ornaments.
Are carefully packed to move,
To a place where there is cheaper rent.
Many Christmases here have been spent.
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To whatever that is sustaining your thoughts.
And whatever your beliefs are that has brought you here...
To experience 'your' life as it is.
Ask of 'It' to lift you from conflict.
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The texture of the mix...
Does not sit well on many lips.
Barriars are being broken.
An unspoken mending begins to end...
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Who's trick is this?
Is it your latest?
It is too obvious.
The over rating done,
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No open doors do I turn to close.
Although I have burned some bridges,
I admit.
And they were the ones...
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If a healing was done...
Wounds would mend.
An aid would not be needed.
And the funding for it would end.
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You don't know the 'none' of it.
Guess work does not make it exist.
To say you understand,
When blisters appear on my hands?
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One day...
When we are all swimming,
In deeper pools of thought.
Indifferences will diminish.
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