Automatic Minuets

Climatic minutes tick and go.
And when they come...
It is known they are quickly fading.
Sweet melodies,
Serenading...
Quietly in handcuffed peace.

Release them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.

Automatic minuets...
Prepared and dressed
For inspections to impress.
Recalling days of old,
Boldly waltzing through...
But yet not distanced!

Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.

Deep hidden needs...
Romanticized by hypocrisies.
Try hard they do,
To deny what is shown...
But is known to be true.

Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.

Climatic minutes tick and go.
And when they come...
It is known they are quickly fading.
Sweet melodies,
Serenading...
Quietly in handcuffed peace.

Automatic minuets...
Prepared and dressed
For inspections to impress.
Recalling days of old,
Boldly waltzing through...
But yet not distanced!

Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.

Deep hidden needs...
Romanticized by hypocrisies.
Try hard they do,
To deny what is shown...
But is known to be true.

Released them!
Free them from the hold,
Of violent wishes.

Release this...
And be free to let go,
Of these violent wishes!

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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