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  LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR (February/'47)
 
 
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  12397.     

The Way I Now Do

I will not chase someone who runs away.
Or give a thought to disobey my Maker...
Not today!
No,
Not today.

If anybody wants to stray...
It's okay.
My faith keeps me strong,
And deep in beliefs that pleases.

I've knocked around with rocks a lot.
Thinking that was my destiny.
I had to shake away from that kind of rot.
It brought me nothing but misery,
To grieve.

I gave up my craving for waste.
And a taste for madness that I came to hate.
I couldn't appreciate myself...
The way I now do.

I will not chase someone who runs away.
Or give a thought to disobey my Maker...
Not today!

I've knocked around with rocks a lot.
Thinking that was my destiny.
I had to shake away from that kind of rot.
It brought me nothing but misery,
To grieve.

I gave up my craving for waste.
And a taste for madness that I came to hate.
I couldn't appreciate myself...
The way I now do.

I couldn't appreciate myself...
The way I now do.

In the way...
I now do!
 
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  12398.     

The Way This Life Is

Judgements you make and place on others,
Not living up to your expectations...
Should help you in doing some self reflection.

If you do the initiating,
That has come with others in mind to respect...
In many cases,
Your respect given will be returned.

However,
If your practice is initiating doing what you please...
In a disregard of those needs and wishes of others,
That judgement you placed...
With an erasing done through selective memory,
Will get those similar deeds done back to you.

And that,
Is the way this life is!
You give what you eventually get.
Not what your perceive you should receive!
Especially,
When a thoughtfulness shown...
Is not a custom but a rarity!

When one gets their own act together,
Pieces have a way of falling into place.
And that...
Is the way,
This life is.
 
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  12399.     

The We Poem and Other Compositions

We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
You want then to confuse.
Like raindrops in clear sky and bright Sun.
What is going on?
You refuse to be 'we' then.

A beginning of shade comes.
A building of a wall of ice...
Is felt.
You freeze me out!
Your shouts do not warm.
And you feel I should love to lick,
The biting lips of an icicle?
'Do you see...
Kick Me In The Butt,
Written anywhere on my forehead?
And you think that puts me in the mood...
To write a heartfelt sonnet,
Seduced filled opus...
Called 'The We Poem'? '

With sincere eye contact!

We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
You want then to confuse.
Like raindrops in clear sky and bright Sun.
What is going on?
You refuse to be 'we' then.

We can not be 'us' together.
If we can not stop opening the door to exit.
Instead of blocking nonsense from getting in.
Patient I've been.
I know this was no joke the first day we began.
Whenever we get like this...
Don't you see my right eyebrow lift?
Like this! ?
Is there anything familiar with that scene at all?
How about if I stood on the window ledge?
Or if I just sat there singing 'We've Only Just Begun'
In 'G' flat since that's the key you and I sang,
Duets.

I was two inches away from a window leap!
Thatclose from jumping out.
That mouth of yours with cold shoulders...
Fangs exposed,
And your fingernails reminded me of claws...
On moisterized hands.
Baby...
You can be frightening.
But I don't feel why there's a need to run.

'Could you see me writing 'The We Poem'
Running through a darkened tunnel...
Trying to escape from the scent of a lunatic?
I am not that creative!
Trust me.
And I am fearing for my life too? '
Baby...
You just ain't yourself,
This time of the month.

We don't have menstrual periods together.
God did not bring us together to have that experience!
Did He?
I am not that magical.
Not even for you.
But I can't seem to get away from 'that'.
An entrapment that keeps me hooked by magic.

I wish you knew the many moments I cried.
Wondering why I could not find the guts,
To leave you.
I would love to see us get a 'We Poem' done.
To rhyme with lines we recognize and dialogue.
We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
If we do not learn not to hesitate to show,
Steam heat should always be prepared to blow hot...
Dropping it to cool down.
Enough to touch without getting 3rd degree burns.
But you make me wish I had flight tickets.
Or could say, 'Abracadabra! Do me a quick disappearance! '
And I would be safe.
And you would be...
Free of me!

Why can't I find the guts to leave you?
Or write 'The We Poem'
And be done with it?
Why am I the one wanting more not to be 'about' us?
I know I should care.
But I am starting to care less.
Wanting more from you to be a WE, I guess.
Who knows?
I've already thought of other compositions.
 
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  12400.     

The Weight It Takes

The weight it takes,
For me to place my steps...
Will still be mine to make,
When and where I do it.
When and where I do it!

Chicago or on the shores of South Africa.
At the tip of its cape.
Or on the dunes of Cape Cod.

The weight it takes,
For me to place my steps...
Will still be mine to make,
When and where I do it.
When and where I do it!

In my own comfort zone.
Alone in my home.
Or if I decide to roam the streets,
Of Paris, France.
Whether I dance with abandonment...
Barefoot on floors,
Or receiving awards for recognition...
For something done,
My labors won!

The weight it takes,
For me to place my steps...
Will still be mine to make,
When and where I do it.
When and where I do it!
And when and where I choose to do it...
This will not be a decision of yours!

The weight it takes,
For me to place my steps...
Will still be mine to make,
When and where I do it.
When and where I do it!
And only God can see to it,
With blessings He has given!
And not when 'you' see fit,
That this is allowed.
 
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