Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I miss the intimacy.
But I do not miss the secrecy,
You use to keep your thoughts from me.
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They do not always come
The way you expect!
With a smiling face...
Or packaged in lace.
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I have not gone away...
Because my closets are bare!
The only thing that this change brings,
Is a freshness to stale air!
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The night was young,
And crisp...
With the sound of crickets!
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Nothing that has me trapped,
In memories passed is coming back!
No thrill I will upon myself...
Comes to repeat.
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Two people.
Meeting for the first time.
And sharing similar wants and wishes.
With a keeping them fresh.
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Smothered in historic wickedness.
In regretted depths trying to forget.
Buried so deep,
To keep it left unacknowledged.
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I feel like this about life...
If you have reached your 40's,50's and 60's
With a lack of identity and understanding,
As to who you are?
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When a momentum is set,
To dilute one's good intentions...
It should be made clear,
To those preparing to get into this gear...
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How treacherous are those,
Seeking both power AND control...
Over you and others?
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