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  2397.     

Both Had The Right

Both had the right,
To be where they were.
But one chose to fight.
And died.

Both had the right,
To be where they were.
One had volunteered to protect the peace.
The other had no respect for authority.
None!

And...
IF there had been at least 'some',
Both would have recognized each other...
With a going their seperate ways.
With a courtesy given, expressed and made.

Still suspicious one attempted to do just that.
To be sucker punched then jumped,
From a darkened corner by the other one.
With a doing to stun.

A gun was exposed!
By one authorized to carry.
But the one who 'jumped' did not know this.
Repeatedly hitting the one stunned with bare fists.

A call for help was yelled.
And many chose to ignored it,
Except for someone who heard this...
To then dial 911.

A shot rang out and a death was committed.
Yet...
Both had the right to be where they were.
But...
Why would the one with the gun,
Pull the trigger?

Both had the right,
To be where they were.
But one chose to fight.
And died.
Even though a truth exposed,
Is being denied by those refusing...
With a preference to keep their delusions included.
 
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  2398.     

Both of Us Have Improved Upon Our Listening Skills

I told you not to disturb me.
Not once.
Not twice,
But several times.
You chose not to listen.
You wanted to push me against the wall.
I could not resist.
You insisted to have it your way.
And as you wished...
I let you have it!
Fangs and all.
It was you who broke my valuables...
Trying to escape.
And now you must pay the consequences.

I will untie you from the tree...
When I am done with my arrow practice!
What does it matter if I am the one blindfolded?
You will know when I am done,
When there is complete silence.
And that is up to you!
I have a few arrows left.
And your screaming,
Only sharpens my aim!

I hope we can come to some agreement soon!
Now...
That last sound you made,
Is convincing.
That goes to prove,
Both of us have improved upon our listening skills.
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  2399.     

Both Sides of Love

It is difficult..
It is.
To have feelings of hate,
When exposed to both sides of love.

Exasperation can certainly irritate,
When and if it comes to visit.
Leaving one to feel more like a stool pigeon,
Sitting.
Instead of an eagle or dove made to soar above.

And stumbing can broadside,
One who has seen many seasons.
And doing what is thought the right thing to do...
For whatever the practical limits of reason.

It is difficult..
It is.
To have feelings of hate,
For those known to be straight up in their faith.
Yet often tested.
To break the nerves of the ones pushed to the edge.
Although overheard secretly in pledges,
To curb anxieties.

Hoping not to release prematurely,
A show of embittered tension carried.

Exasperation can certainly irritate,
When and if it comes to visit.
And it is difficult,
It is...
Not to rush into a cussing fit!
With love,
At the center of it!
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar
   
 

   
   
 

  2400.     

Bottled Up

Mind frenzied?
Feeling under pressure...
Knowing you have had enough.
And those you know,
Have troubles too.
And no one stays in touch.
So they keep it bottled up.
Hoping for a taste of luck.
And pray they do,
Like you do too...
With hopes to not give up.

Yes, they keep this bottled up.
Trying to not slip in a rut.
But there's just so much that one can do,
Before they bust a gut.

I wouldn't keep it bottled up.
Why would you do that and for what?
Just to show how much your mind can take...
To prove that you can fake,
Heartache?

Why keep it bottled up?
To prove to who and what?
That you can be both brave and crazy...
With a mind that's out of touch?

Give those thoughts right up!
Don't let them bust your gut.
Pray for patience,
And see it for what it is!
Too much is just too much!

Why keep it bottled up?
To prove to who and what?
That you can be both brave and crazy...
With a mind that's out of touch?


If that's what 'you' want...
I'm not one to argue about your needs.
What whatever pleases you,
That's 'you'.
Don't push that stuff on me!
I'm not going to hold onto steam...
That wants to blow.
If it wants to go...
I'm glad to let it!
And hopefully,
I'm in a safety zone!
 
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