Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is no secret
As to how things get done.
It takes initiative...
Desire
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I often wondered,
Why it was natural!
And there it was...
The evidence!
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Approachable...
Liked.
Giving with care,
With an excitement that invites!
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Mama where are you...
When I feel your presence near?
Mama where are you?
When I hear your voice plain and clear?
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Give me that
You take this
Give me that
You take this
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Come touch me, child.
My withering skin comes to me fast.
It wont be long until I'm gone...
And much I have to share,
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You have come too far...
To surround yourself in fear.
Shackled and attacked by thoughts,
Taught by those close and near.
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Let,
Me live.
My life.
Knowing...
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The only thing that has been consistent,
Is the inconsistency.
And the irrelevance to what is relevant...
As more of what 'is' Is smoked screened.
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I've come to you,
With tears you dry.
I've come to you,
To be by your side.
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