Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

One, two, three...
Rhythmistic pulse.
Rhythmistic pulse.
Rhythmistic pulse.
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So crazed then I would have been,
If I did not begin...
To like myself.
Or found outside of me,
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Time and again,
People say they have none of it...
To do that which needs,
Their immediate attention.
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If one is not making attempts,
To place their best foot forward...
At all times.
With a mind connected,
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What happens in our individual lives,
Does not seem to have the same affect on others...
Quite as emotionally.
In fact a lack of concern can be attributed to their actions.
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The games people create amongst themselves to play,
To solicit with an attraction done...
To get others interested no matter who qualifies,
Eventually bores and ruins the integrity of the game.
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If I find you in my backyard,
Consistently snooping.
Pillaging through that which I own.
And confiscating my resources by illegal means,
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When would it be a good time,
For someone to make a decision...
That affects their life?
And every sign they had been given,
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What do you think I would want from you now?
After years of warning you,
No life can be lived without it in existence.
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There is nothing like the feeling,
Of being vindicated...
After spending YEARS of one's life,
Doing those things felt right...
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