I mean, I can get things done if I need to, but I can really be completely irresponsible and procrastinate until the very, very, very bitter end. In fact, sometimes I work better under pressure.
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Work That Needs Doing… Later.
Work.
There is always work to be done.
Real work, busy work, work I make for myself.
But it doesn’t need doing right away.
And so I procrastinate.
It will bring stress later on
When it is multiplied.
But I’m okay with that.
Now, the real problem is
That I may take time now to relax and enjoy life,
But the thought of work still lingers
To trouble my mind
And prohibit relaxation.
And still I procrastinate.
Pressure
Pressure pressure I got pressure, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pressure pressure I got pressure, oh yeah
I dont really want to give it to you
cos its really contagious
You can pick it up anywhere
And it can be quite dangerous
You can spread it mouth to mouth
You can even get it when youre alone
But I can always live with it
Whenever I am close to you
Pressure pressure I got pressure, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pressure pressure I got pressure
I get it driving in my motor car
I get it when Im drinking in a bar
I get it riding on the subway
I get it regular every day
And anyone who never had it yet
And doesnt know what Im going through
But I forget the pressure
When I am close to you
Altogether now-oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pressure pressure I got pressure oh yeah. oh yeah. oh yeah
Pressure pressure feel the pressure
You got the pressure and thats a fact
I can tell by the way you act
And I can tell that youre pressurised
By the look thats in your eyes
I know the pressure cos Ive got it too
So I know what youre going through
But I forget the pressure
Whenever I am close to you
song performed by by Kinks
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Pressure Point
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I feel it in work, you know, I feel it in bed
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I've paid all my bills and I've acted so well
Ain't been cheating, there's nothing to tell
So why all this pressure, I dont understand
I call on my neighbours, and lend them a hand
Doctor, oh doctor, I'm willing to learn
Well all of my bones, well they toss and they turn
Mother, oh mother, I'm begging you please
To rid me of madness and cure this disease
... (?) told you what I have become
With all of this pressure, my mind's on a run
... (?) changing, let's hope for the best
Maybe it's something to get off my chest
Doctor, oh doctor, I'm begging you please
To rid me of madness and cure this disease
Mother, oh mother, I'm willing to learn
Well all of my bones, well they toss and they turn
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
I feel it in work, you know, I feel it in bed
I can't get this pressure point out of my head
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
Pressure pressure pressure pressure...
song performed by by Zutons
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5a
sometimes the wasted time
of regret
one that is always done on the
very first hour of
the morning
are the favorite times of
vacillation
procrastinate, procrastinate
perhaps because you do not really like to do
the oughts
of your life, the bread and butter things,
unartistic, unpleasing to your senses
and so you do always what you do not want to be done
(under a state of sinfulness)
stammering, stumbling upon a shit
and still composed
poised
as though nothing annihilating
happens
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweat and Work Are Involved
Isn't it easy,
To dictate what someone should do...
From the comfort of the sidelines,
Where the peanut gallery sits...
Irresponsible with accountability limited?
And I hear you say,
You'd like more assistance.
With a wish to have it quick.
But those were not your sentiments made,
When you passed your judgement,
On the one you and the others...
Forced to throw up hands to quit.
People seldom realize,
How much is paid for their ignorance.
Isn't it easy,
To dictate what someone should do...
From the comfort of the sidelines,
Where the peanut gallery sits...
Irresponsible with accountability limited?
And now you are complaining,
How no one understands.
But you had no problem accusing the other,
Of not standing tall and taking it like a man.
And he succeeded.
Although this didn't please.
But then...
Again,
The attention was on him.
Wasn't it?
And you thought that was all it took to lead.
Now it is your turn.
And you can not take the pressure of critique.
There is much more to it,
Then just smiling and having an appetite...
The ego wants pleased.
For the one taking the heat,
And being in the brightest of spotlights...
Sweat and work are involved.
And this...
Many people aren't behind the scenes to see.
Very little time is given to the crunching on munchies.
Sweat...
And work,
Are involved!
Together...
Like in any close relationship.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Angry Poem) Angered
You don't have to like me.
In fact it is completely expected.
So deliver it from the chest to your palms.
Exponentially, come on more quickly.
Where are you going?
Rushing off to nowhere.
Silly little man dressed in your white coat.
Have you come to finally take me?
What took you so long?
What was so wrong with what I said.
Was it horrific, did it effect all your sensibility of what is right.
I'm sorry but all I see is shades of gray.
Each different then the last one.
Truth tends to piss everyone off.
Some say with a little more tact.
Well I already beat around that bush.
Their is not a leaf left.
So with this I will no longer suggest what I know as cold hard fact.
So go ahead overreact.
I can see blood vessels contract.
All tensed up blood pressure spiking.
All because I said something that was not of your liking.
That's my freedom of speech.
Go ahead I dare you to just try and take it away from me.
I laugh from afar.
With the slanderous things you come up with assassinate my character.
You must see me as much more then a threat.
Utt-Oh somebody who just might to try and change things.
What scares you worse, that I don't care about my character?
Or that I'm still here.
Still breathing the same air.
I just won't go away quietly.
You can't bribe me.
I'm everything you wish me not to be.
And maybe one day you'll actually open your eyes and see.
It's not a fault by my means that makes you so angry.
It is the reflection that you see as I speak what you already know.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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For Scary Movie 2, we had a due date and had to work fast. And though there's a lot of pressure, as artists, we just block it out. So really, the pressure comes from us. That's how the first movie happened. There was no outside pressure: we wanted to hit the audience hard.
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To me, that's one of the things that I love about doing this stuff. One day I can work on this piece in watercolor, and then work on something else on the computer, or work on something else that's a completely different approach.
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Being a teenager and stuff, where you have the responsibility to do things right, I mean sometimes people are going to look up to you, that's your obligation as an actor, or as someone who's in the public eye, to do the right thing. You've got to keep your record clean because it's your responsibility to everyone who's ever watched your film, and that's something that you sign on to when you work on a film, when you get into this business that is something that you take with the acting, you know, the responsibility of life outside of that. So I guess that it's a little more pressure, but it's good pressure, you know? It's a motivation to do good things. Not that I wouldn't anyway.
quote by Haley Joel Osment
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Nutty Neitizens.
The pressure of work, projects and,
Urgently targeted unfinished assignments,
Vanished as dews, when get a call for outing,
Is the pressure due to things that we love and detest?
Is this an illusion to visualize that,
Something there is actually not here,
Something not here seems to be there,
What a hallucination, that is not smart.
Unseen emotional net is stronger than any
Other net that is tangible.
Nothing is new to human,
As generations repeat without fail.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Kind Of 'Labor' Most Enjoyed
I am not a rocket scientist.
But with the aid of observation,
I can tell you this...
Making things look easy to do,
Has a way of creating lazy people.
Often I've heard it said by others,
'They do what 'they' do because it is loved...
And easy.
Anybody can do that.
They don't have to work...
Like I do.'
And I have been in positions to 'see' that 'work'!
A blinded trained Seal could have produced much better.
This is not an exaggeration.
More folks sit back to procrastinate,
Than to get things done.
Not only discipline is missing.
People are just not accustomed to dedication.
Unless...
They are dedicated to the wasting of time.
And 'getting-down-and-funky' over a three day weekend,
Best expresses that devotion to the kind of 'labor' most enjoyed.
To be followed by a Monday of complaints,
And expected pay.
For doing absolutely nothing until the middle of the week.
And me?
I could never find this acceptable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you marry the wrong person for the wrong reasons, then no matter how hard you work, it's never going to work, because then you have to completely change yourself, completely change them, completely - by that time, you're both dead.
quote by Anne Bancroft
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Get tough: don't work under pressure; work over pressure.
quote by Brian Celio
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Am I Too Much?
Pressure, pressure
Can you take the heat boy
I wanna know are you just weak boy
Pressure, pressure
I dont wanna make you sweat baby
But you dont even know what pressure is
We havent got started yet
I know youve been watching my ever and know
Baby what that look of your face (right now)
Im not your awage leaded dont look so surprised
And most boys keep kick off at my peace
(and thats a fact)
Oh Im not try to scare you no
Im only try to live my life ah
So part and me for askin baby
But boy you look a little of tyle
Tell me
Chorus:
Am I too much
Am I too much for you
Ah ah ah
Am I too much
Am I too much for you uh
(and listen up)
If you want to know me yourll understand
Why are I anger want who I am (ah ha)
You say it tied to tryin to fear you and out
I guess know right know
I set the trend and you love it
Oh Im not try to scare you no
Im only try to live my live ah
So part and me for askin baby
But boy you look a little of tyle
Tell me
Chorus
Pressure, pressure
Can you take the heat boy
I wanna know are just weak boy
Pressure, pressure
I dont wanna make you sweat baby
But you dont even know what pressure is
We havent got started yet
Are you nervious
Or do always eacter scene
Oh Im not try to scare you no
Im only try to live my life ah
So part and me for askin baby
But boy you look a little of tyle
Tell me
Chorus (2x)
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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What else to remember
What else is there to remember?
Except that you are part and member
Of this beautiful world created by almighty
And that is only fact with real beauty
See the reason behind and obey
Remember him once in a day and pray
Rest all will follow to strengthen your belief
You may enjoy it completely with enough relief
You can hurt anybody by one bitter word
This is how we feel in this selfish world
It may take years to build relation
But few seconds for down gradation
You can’t negate your identity
You will have to live with full continuity
You can’t detach or attach completely
This will be sensed not soon but very lately
We are here to bridge the gulf
The path is unknown and rough
No one knows the outcome and fate
No one can weigh pro and cons at any rate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Picking My Poison
More and more it feels like the stresses of life are clouding me, like a thick wall of fog through which I can barely see
It feels like all this stress is strangling me, help somebody please! It feels as though I can barely breathe!
But wait while yet all this stress continues to strangle me, there is also this pounding pressure I can feel inside of me
The pressure of taking care of you, the pressure of to myself staying true, the pressure to be who you want me to be, the pressure of never making a mistake for fear that you'll never again be able to look at me
The pressure of trying to succeed, the pressure of always trying to make you proud of me, the pressure of trying to make everybody happy, little do they know that sooner or later all this pressure will finally destroy me
But even if this pounding pressure I feel inside doesn't do me in first, there's still this strangling stress that continues to choke me, and honestly I don't know which poison is worst.
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Under Pressure
Under pressure.
Don't let it be...
Or make that be you.
Under pressure.
Feel an effort that's less due.
Don't allow it to weaken.
Or accept what is 'not'
To become true.
Under pressure.
Don't let it be...
Or make that be you.
That's under pressure.
Feel there's nothing for you to prove.
Under pressure.
Unsnap and throw it away...
Under pressure.
Unsnap and do it today.
That pressure.
Rid yourself of,
That pressure.
Rid yourself of it!
That pressure.
Unsnap and throw it away...
That pressure.
Unsnap and do it today.
That pressure.
Rid yourself of,
That pressure.
Rid yourself of it!
Feel an effort that's less due.
Don't allow it to weaken.
Or accept what is 'not'
To become true.
Under pressure.
Don't let it be...
Or make that be you.
That's under pressure.
Feel there's nothing for you to prove.
Under pressure.
Don't let it be...
Or make that be you.
Under pressure.
Don't let it be...
Or make that be you.
That's under pressure.
Don't let it be...
Or make that be you.
That's under pressure.
Under pressure.
Boobeedee dee dup.
Under pressure.
(Dee dee oooweee)
Under pressure.
Boobeedee dee dup.
Under pressure.
(Dee dee oooweee)
Under pressure.
Boobeedee dee dup.
Under pressure.
Dee dee oooweee,
OoooH-way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No, this customary aim of research by excavators is completely foreign to the historical work with which I am occupied... my sole and only aim is to be able to establish a historical fact, on which I disagree with some eminent historians and geographers.
quote by Heinrich Schliemann
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Cling
Why do I
Cling
To sorrow
When I am in fact
Confronted by joy?
Is it because
Sorrow is
The last remnant I have
Of him?
Of our love?
That to completely be happy,
Is to completely forget?
My heart refuses
To let go
This soon
And would rather
In sadness
Dwell.
poem by Miriam Carreon
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