A Wish To Be Understood
Who has the right to decide,
They would like to get to know someone else...
Better than they do,
If the life that one is living with a seeking sought...
Is still beset by questions,
They themselves can not answer.
But frequently they are heard to request from others,
A wish to be understood.
With comments made,
That the one they've selected...
To closely inspect to gain an acceptance,
Is either too crazy or impatient to allow confusion...
An entry into their peacefully private and quiet life.
To then state to others,
How stand-offish and anti-social...
Someone they have annoyed has treated them,
With a meanness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing It Some Good
It took years to close a door
that should not have been opened.
Now that the action has been finalized...
There is knocking.
To gain entry.
There is a curiousity,
As to 'how' needs are met...
Without a concern shown or a help request.
It's not understood.
The action taken,
Did the one doing it some good.
A seriousness done shook up the ones
Accustomed to a life of jokes and fun!
And the one who took this action...
Showed them a happiness,
Did not need them to exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Fearful To Fully Grasp
It is much easier for me,
To be very patience with a child...
Asking questions about life.
Than it is for me to answer,
Those same questions asked...
By one who appears to be an adult.
But has a mind of a child.
And the simple aspects of life,
They have yet to experience.
Or too fearful to fully grasp,
With a faith they claim to have...
To explore and adventure.
A living of life to fake it...
Is difficult to explain,
To anyone seeking how best to live it...
On their terms AND with expectations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Child Asked
A child asked 'Why am I here? '
with eyes as bright as a star.
The answer was given and understood.
'To be just who you are.'
Content with what she heard that day,
she lived her life and knew
that everything she wanted in life
is what she would try to do.
A child asked 'Why am I here? '
with hesitant eyes so sad.
The answer was given but not understood.
'To try to never be bad.'
Upset with what he heard that day
he lived his life in fear,
afraid that whatever he did in life
would always bring a tear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life
My life is an ending to decide,
My questions seem godly for this,
And when they hurt there is much confusion.
This way is the best on the life,
Growing will combine with acceleration,
Accuse only when life is at an end.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Private Life
This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
Ive got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
Come and get me out of here
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .
These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
Come and get them out of here
This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here
Bridge
Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them runs o scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they cant see me thru my window shades
Just like Im not even there
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Theres something dangerous I like
This is my private life
I know my problems arent your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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How To Feel Free
You had clear stand
Made other people to understand
How life can be tackled?
Save precious time and led
Now you find life to be gem
As you have understood them
Life has been made easy
With the blessings from almighty
You were not jealous
But kept life continuous
Without any reward
But looking forward
No one sided with you
As they found it not true
You were unmoved
Took no steps for fears to be removed
It was not your concern
They had to check it in turn
Truth can never remain hidden
It has to appear any time even
Sun can remain hidden behind clouds
But success may speak very loud
Sun will emerge when clouds are moved
So is the noble man and his work proved
You need not worry
Or feel bad with sorry
Life was never a burden to carry
It was in fact a smooth journey
So move ahead with vision
Let there remain no confusion
You the master and you are the key
You have to decide as how to feel free
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Lost Day
Lost is the day in which you have not found fulfillment in any area: work, private, or social.
Lost is the day in which you have not found a reason to smile: not about others, and not about yourself.
Lost is the day in which you have not been of any service: neither to others, nor to yourself.
Lost is the day in which you have not shared some love with another living creature.
Lost is the day in which you did not dedicate one positive thought to yourself.
Lost is the day in which your laziness prevented you to be constructive.
Lost is the day in which you allowed the setbacks and failures of the world to get the best of you.
Lost is the day in which you allowed your jealousy to conquer your compassion.
Lost is the day in which you undertook any act with a devious intention.
Lost is the day in which your mind prevailed your heart.
Lost is the day in which you allowed material gain to determine your decisions.
Lost is the day in which you sought out a prey among the vulnerable.
Lost is the day in which you discarded empathy.
Lost is the day in which you preferred ignorance, through discrimination of any kind, to embracement of equality.
Lost is the day in which you got lost in backbiting and any other kind of meanness directed toward another.
Lost is the day in which you failed to recognize the lesson in even the most dreadful experience.
Lost is the day in which you ignored the voice of your intuition.
Lost is the day in which you did not prioritize the ones you love over material gain.
Lost is the day in which you lowered yourself to hypocrisy.
Lost is the day in which you deliberately brought pain upon another living creature.
Lost is the day in which you allowed hope to get lost.
Lost is the day in which you forgot where you came from.
Lost is the day in which you forget where you're going.
Lost is the day in which you allowed an estrangement between your mind, your body, and your soul.
Lost is the day in which you were not creative.
Lost is the day in which you lost the connection with the source within...
poem by Joan Marques
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I don't know why his lawyers didn't tell him, 'You don't have to answer any questions about your private life, Mr. President. Let them sue you. Take the heat. You don't have to answer.'
quote by Chris Matthews
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With Acceptance As If Selected
Too convenient has been made a dropping that exists,
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With a leaving those in silence,
If they choose to resist.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Just too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Else's Life
(John Bettis/Chris Farren/Danny Wells)
Lauralee had a headache, I bet you know the feeling
Bangin' your head all day long against the glass ceiling
Lauralee made her mind up, she had enough
She jumped the fence right there and then to go someplace she's never been
Chorus:
She waived the nine to five a big goodbye, she just got tired
Of living someone else's life
She heard the sky is full of stars in Buenos Aires
There gonna says she crazy
Cashing in her ira baby (v2 maxin' out her visa, baby)
She's gonna start living
It's time to start living
Someone else's life
Someone else's life
Maryanne was a waitress, started out as part-time
Six years on she's in a cocktail apron doing hardtime
Maryanne called her sister said put my stuff in storage
Yah and feed the cat, I don't know when I'm coming back
Chorus:
She waived the nine to five a big goodbye, she just got tired
Of living someone else's life
She heard the sky is full of stars in Buenos Aires
There gonna says she crazy
Maxin' out her visa, baby
She's gonna start living
It's time to start living
Someone else's life
Someone else's life
There's a whole new world
Waiting for you girl
Chorus:
She waived the nine to five a big goodbye, she just got tired
Of living someone else's life
She heard the sky is full of stars in Buenos Aires
If you're gonna say she's crazy
You better say it in Spanish baby
She's gonna start living
It's time to start living
It's time to start living
Time start living
Someone else's life
Someone else's life
Hey
Someone else's life
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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There Are No Minutes Kept Backed Up
There are no minutes kept backed up,
To put aside to decide to live them.
There are no minutes that can be stored as such,
For one to decide life is worth living.
There are no minutes kept backed up.
None one can say they have wrapped up.
There is no one on Earth with that much luck...
To decide when their life is worth the living.
People think they should be shown some proof,
That a life they live is worth the living.
While they isolate themselves locked up in coops,
To decide that a life they live is worth the living.
While awaiting for someone to approve what they do,
That a life given to them is worth the living.
With a choosing of every move...
Excusing some choices while others are removed.
To clarify that a life they live is worth the living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State Of Confusion
Woke up in a panic,
Like somebody fired a gun
I wish I could be dreaming,
But the nightmares just begun.
Theres flooding in the basement,
Theres water all around.
Theres woodworm in the attic
And the ceiling just fell down.
Im in a state (state)
Of confusion (whooooh).
Im in a state (state)
Of confusion (whooooh).
All the dirty dishes
Are still in the kitchen sink.
The tumble dryers broken,
Now the tellys on the blink.
My girlfriends packed her bags
And moved out to another town.
She couldnt stand the boredom
When the video broke down.
Dont know why I feel so bad.
Is it the weather, or am I going mad?
Dont know why I feel this way.
I dont know whether Im coming or Im going,
Cant cover up cause its obviously showing.
Its a state (state)
Of confusion (whooooh).
Were in a state (state)
Of confusion (whooooh).
I dont know whether Im coming or Im going.
Should feel happy, should feel glad.
Im alive and it cant be bad,
But back on planet earth they shatter the illusion,
The worlds going round in a state of confusion.
Standing on an island
In the middle of the road.
Traffic either side of me,
Which way will I go?
I shouldve stayed at home,
I should have never come outside.
Now I wish I never tried
To cross the other side.
Im in a state (state)
State of confusion (whooooh).
Its a state (state)
Of confusion (whooooh).
Lyin awake in a cold, cold sweat,
Am I overdrawn, am I going in debt?
It gets worse, the older that you get.
No escape from the state of confusion Im in.
State of confusion Im in.
Whooooh
song performed by by Kinks
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The Point Of View
Nothing is as it seems
No thing is as it is
We see nothing that we need to see
We see everything as they seem to be
Some things are as they're deemed
But really everything isn't what its
deemed to be
Sometimes no time seems the best time
But most times this time is the only time
'Be what you want to be', they say
Is what you want to be what you're
made to be?
Made to be? Huh?
'Aim for the sky and defy it'
A snail crawls his days and yet is what
he's made to be
What do you see when you look at me?
Wait, again I ask
What do you think you see when you
look at me?
That's true, you've never really looked at
me
I've never truly looked at you either
All that seems odd is even
Right is right, wrong is wrong, the
midway wrong
A suit and tie, a blouse and skirt
A shoulder broad, a smile broadened
To be like them, the greener grass
Things as they are, are not what they
are
All parade their lives allegedly being real
And alleging others fake
Give all a mask and they'll tell who
indeed they are
The past of a saint, the future of the
sinner
All evils hidden and intentions tucked in
He was a martyr and oh, a philanthropist
And seemed to all who saw all things
seemingly
A hero and a king
But from up above and from in within
Love was not in the mix
And all that really seemed something
Really, truly was nothing
'The building was on fire, my baby
inside
Where was God? , there is no God'
Inferences for the novice, truth founds
the wise
The night had fallen
All men stood with eyes sky-bound
Some adored the beauty of the stars
And some saw a full moon
A selected few a half-broken moon
While the rest cursed the darkness of
the night
It was the same night with the same
stars
One moon, one sky, all mortals, different
views
The pleasures of life swimming in
laughter
Are sought after in money
The treasures of life hidden in us
Are sought after in things
The marrow of life living in friendship
Is sought after in fame
The meaning of life glaring in love
Is sought after in questions
No one sees what is, we seek what
should be
Which being never made to be
Never will be.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Losing My Senses
Dave mustaine
One man speaking the truth
No one likes when it fits
So we tell soothing lies
And betray our own lips
The uncivilized world
And its people decay
Once sweet breeze is defiled
Sucking our breath away
Fill solos - mustaine
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Im losing my senses, Im losing my senses
Fill solos - mustaine
We watch as the living all die
Contemplating if we should
Ever open our eyes
If all that we touch
Keeps turning to sand
We will cease to exist
Till the last living man
Fill solos - mustaine
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forward
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forward
Im losing my senses
Fill solos - mustaine / solo - pitrelli
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Fill solos and synth - mustaine
String arrangement - suzie katayama
song performed by by Megadeth
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Ups and down in life
It is challenge from the day one
No escape route allowed for anyone
All the fruits to be enjoyed and burnt to be borne
Enough has been talked about
We are reserved and do not venture out
It has different tale with full of rout
How many might have succeeded and sustained?
Retain original shine and maintained
Life is before us and fully explained
Life has made us all the time to crawl
Still we are attached too much without making withdrawal
We have slept whole life and woke up like owl
Life was full of ups and down
We have failed to reject ills and tried to own
Finally the soul merges into soul
This has been continued for centuries
The concept of life still varies
Until you know it all, it is full of miseries
Not all may want it as full of challenge
They may struggle very hard to manage
The stage may come when life may be spent with age
In between whatever you did was quite memorable
Life was seen closely and understood as water bubble
Some might have proved to be luckier as free from any trouble
It is not important how much you lived
It has all mattered how you understood and believed
Pain and agony might have surfaced and relieved too
Is it confined only to have met two square meals?
Made it easy all the way with very nice deals?
Or was it spent with joy and happiness in real
I think we have answer in “no”
This fact is apparent and we all know
Amidst all uncertainties we have preferred to grow
It might have been divided into stages
The development can be written in pages
Sometimes with happiness and sometimes with rage
Can anyone write down honestly its outcome?
Certainly it has many aspects to welcome
Life should not be spent or be over as it had come
Is it merely breathless stage there after?
Does this all make us to roar in laughter?
It is interesting and admirable chapter
I may not know facts until I am full in
There is no loss, gain or win
It is how you take it and feel in
I have seen it as life emerging all of sudden
It was never thought before hand even
It has hunted us from time to time even then
Many more experiences may be inked
Life and death may be closely linked
We may think intensely with eyes half winked
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Was Blind, For Not Seeing The Real You!
i must of been blind,
for dreaming of you,
you use to be everything,
i wanted,
how wrong was i?
for being on cloud nine,
way up high,
until you said,
that i was crazy,
i would admit,
i was crazy,
for falling for you,
but, it wasn't long,
before i knew the truth,
you controlled me like a toy,
when life was already hard,
made me feel like,
i was alone,
when i was with you,
you never really man up,
even though you made me,
believe that you would,
nothing was what i wanted,
once you started to pay,
it was like everything changed,
you were not the guy i once knew,
or should i say boy,
nobody should ever get treated,
the way you treated me,
having limits on who i can talk to,
and other stuff,
that was easy to control.
i seen you hate,
when i take control of my life,
it wasn't what you thought,
i would ever do,
i was weak,
i give you that,
but, once i opened my eyes,
i realize,
I'M BETTER THAN THIS,
I DON'T NEED AN A$$ LIKE YOU.
4-6-10
poem by Mona Martinez
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Noisy Minds
Accusatory and noisy minds,
Seem to never find their way out of the woods.
And the ones seeking to be understood.
To them...
It has been their childhood, parents or siblings,
That have destroyed a perception they cling onto...
With excuses made as to why they can excuse,
Everything done they do...
By laying the blame on someone else,
For the insecurities they have welcomed.
With a self examination,
Out of the range of questions...
They can not seem to answer.
Or willing to ask of themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How We Learned Our Lessons
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.
And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!
They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.
'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Invite, Solicit or Visit. Period
I have never found it alright,
To have others make decisions...
For the way I live my life.
My own parents weren't restrictive,
Or strict.
They made suggestions and that was it.
To have someone decide,
What is or is not for me to appease my appetite...
Is not going to happen.
Unless someone is seeking an argument or a fight.
And at my age I 'will' sleep peacefully at night.
So conflicts to undo my wishes I do not invite.
Nor do I solicit or visit.
Period.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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