Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We were like marauders rushing to a raid.
To pillage, plunder and take,
From each other in those days.
In a conquest to just feed lust,
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There are times when they come,
We all find ourselves...
Repeating those needs.
As if afirmations,
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Fixed in place to market escapes,
And entertain with distractions.
Pastimes divert to deviate numbed minds.
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However it happened,
My mind is quick to provide...
Instant distance.
The moment nonsense is sniffed,
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Intentions done,
Can not be erased to undo.
And even in the presence of warnings given,
Nothing painted in the picture...
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Disparities are known,
And only shown to be of interest...
To reveal the effectiveness,
Of divisions and widening gaps.
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Why do you do what you do with a stuck clutch?
Or are you proving you can drive and do it without limits.
Why you do what you do with a stuck clutch?
Or is this your way of showing me,
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This is the first time,
I have actually come inside your store.
There is so much variety.
Where should I begin?
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There comes a time in one's life,
When silence becomes the preferred company.
Joined by a peace of mind invited.
Providing what has been needed,
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Oh it's amazing...
In these days and times,
People are still found to be...
In a deepened sleep.
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