Dangerous to My Health
There are those who were born,
To have no other purpose in life...
Than to agitate others.
I admit,
When I was younger...
I thought I would like to specialize in this field.
Since I was told by several people,
How I got on their last nerve.
And the doing of it I found to be quite easy.
I became bored with that.
Especially when I discovered there were others,
Practicing this craft.
And not doing it with enough bite.
So tempted was I to help them redo their agitations.
I was very serious when I thought I should show them,
My own techniques.
I was young and full of testing authority.
If my parents were alive,
They would confirm and validate my comments.
But...
When my mama screamed at the top of her lungs,
Pulling on her hair with her eyes bulged out...
Shouting at me one day,
'Boy, that's it! You've gotten on my 'last' nerve.'
I knew then...
I was able to do it to such a degree,
To threaten my own existence.
She frightened me.
And I knew then I had reached perfection.
And something inside me said...
Continuing to do that could be dangerous to my health.
So needless to say...
I've discovered more advantageous skills to develop,
Over the years.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship
I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home
I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work
I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job
I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child
I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub
I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter
I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school
I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing
I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum
My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
poem by Pascale Ost
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Find It. Your Purpose
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.
Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.
And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.
But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!
And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.
Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Along Came You
I thought that I knew all there was to know
I knew all about love
I lived the highs and made it through the lows
I knew all about love
But now I must admit Im surprised
And feel Ive only scratched the surface
cause baby when I look in your eyes
I understand my one true purpose
You were sent to me
By angels up above, Im certain
I thought Id show you what love can be
But what did I know
Until along came you
To teach me about love
Oh yes, along came you
To teach me about love
And as this feeling grows with every day
You awaken my heart
A heart so full I fear that it may break
If were ever apart
And though one day youll be own your own
You know I always will be near you
As near as on the day you were born
Call on me, you know Ill hear you
You were sent to me
For one reason, I can tell you
Youre here to show me what love can be
cause what did I know
Until along came you
To teach me about love
Oh yes, along came you
To teach me about love
Thula thula sana
U mama uyeza
Thula thula sana
Thula thula sana
U mama uyeza
You were sent to me
By angels up above, Im certain
Youre here to show me what love can be
cause what did I know
Until along came you
To teach me about love, oh
Oh yes, along came you
To teach me about love
Teach me about love
Oh yes, along came you
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Teach me about love
Baby, baby teach me about love
Oh yes, along came you
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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U Got Nerve
Gave you chances
On top of chances
Opportunities taken for granted
My reality is all your exshalities
'Cause insanity
Why you askin me?
Took my kindness
For a sign of weakness
My own blindness
'Cause my sadness
No longer am a slave
Over your madness
I am glad it's finally over
CHORUS:
Who do you think
You are now?
I can't believe you've
Got the nerve boy
Who do you think
You are now?
I can't believe you've
Got the nerve boy
See I'm tired of all the games
That you seem to like to play
See what you can do for me
Is forget you knew my name
See your qualities are
Less than pleasing
I got more than
One reason for leaving
It's time to close shop
Open new chapters
See new beginnings is
What I'm after
Get your skeletons up
Out my closet
Don't make me lose it
I just might lose it
Who do you think
You are now?
(Yeah)
I can't believe you've
Got the nerve boy
(Can't believe)
Who do you think
You are now?
(Yeah, yeah)
I can't believe you've
Got the nerve boy
(Oh yeah babe)
Who do you think
You are now?
(Who do you think you are?)
I can't believe you've
Got the nerve boy
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who do you think
You are now?
I can't believe you've
Got the nerve boy
See I'm tired of all the games
That you seem to like to play
See what you need to do is
Forget you knew my name
I'm a play ya till you've left
'Cause you talkin' me to death
See I ain't even sad that
I'm here all by myself
Who do you think
You are now?
I can't believe you've
Got the nerve boy
(Yeah, yeah)
Who do you think
You are now?
I can't believe you've
Got the nerve boy
(Yeah, yeah)
Repeat chorus
Yeah, yeah
You've got the nerve boy
Yeah, yeah
You've got the nerve boy
(Fades
song performed by by Aaliyah
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I Thought She Knew
She was my once in a lifetime
Happy ending come true
Oh I guess I should have told her
I thought she knew
She said I took her for granted
That's the last thing I would do
Whoa I'll never understand it
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
My world revolved around her
My love light burned for her alone
But she couldn't see the flame
Only myself to blame
I should have known
I should have known
A heart full of words left unspoken
Now that we're through
I'd sell my soul to have this silence broken
Oh I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
My world revolved around her
My love light burned for her alone
But she couldn't see the flame
Only myself to blame
I should have known
I should have known
She was my once in a lifetime
Happy ending come true
Whoa I guess I should have told her
But I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
I thought she knew
Oooooooo
Oh I thought that she knew
Yeah ooooooo
song performed by by N Sync from No Strings Attached
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Only If It Is Advantageous
Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done!
Only when an attention has been given,
Will those even notice...
Something or someone under their noses,
Has achieved some degree of notoriety!
And 'shock' not jealousy,
Is the first impression expressed.
And it isn't as if,
What one does has changed at all.
It's the idea that someone else places a value,
On what some has labelled,
Crap, trash or just junk!
And that value is discovered to have merit!
To bring a benefit to not one but to all!
More support would have been shown.
IF a warning of this had been previously known!
~Who knew...
That someone slated for greatness,
Was the subject of irritation placed?
And daily disgraced...
But took it?
Is it too late to change our minds,
And show a deep love and loyalty? ~
Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done!
And that someone ignored...
May be someone's brother, cousin,
Sister, mother, daugther, father or son...
That had been told more than once,
They should do something else...
Since they are wasting time doing nothing!
At least nothing that is getting legitimately done.
Nothing that is making an impression on anyone!
'Ooooo...
How low can nasty go? '
~Who knew...
That someone slated for greatness,
Was the subject of irritation placed?
And daily disgraced...
But took it?
Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done! ~
And that someone who has been ignored...
Has not survived thriving under a rock!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whenever I Wished
I never thought I would be,
The one in need of love.
I had been the one giving,
And not receiving it.
On the basis of my wishes dreamed.
When young and hopes unfulfilled,
Seemed so far away.
I never thought I would be,
The one in need of love.
I knew it would be easy for me.
To have it near me sit as company.
Like a pet accepting.
And here I sit without the love I wish.
Even though in my younger years,
It was given to me too quickly.
And perhaps that is why it was dismissed.
I thought I had to qualify for it,
As a prerequisite.
To have it never go away.
I never thought I would be,
The one in need of love.
I had been giving and not receiving it.
On the basis of my wishes dreamed.
And those wishes seemed for me,
To come have come too easy...
Then.
I never thought I would be,
The one in need of love.
I knew it would be easy for me.
To have it near me sit as company.
Or so I thought.
But I did not see me aging,
Without it near to be given whenever I wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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THAT, I Do Know
You see this?
I've been doing it,
Most of my life.
Writing.
I began in the '50's
The nineteen fifties.
With little or no encouragement,
At all that I could see.
OH...
My mom use to buy my sister
And I writing pads and finger painting sets
to keep me from writing on the walls.
And...
I guess a few spankings supplied an incentive!
Now that I remember certain events.
It was my sister Mimmie,
Who discovered I could write poetry.
And she didn't believe me.
People 'assume' I was nourished,
And encouraged by my parents.
I don't think they knew what I did,
To be honest.
I was born 'this creative being'.
With demands I made.
No one 'gave' me a thing,
But a headache.
With a parade of negative comments,
About my exposed interests.
They assigned to being a little effeminate.
But I played ball and stuff like that.
I wasn't hung up on gender!
That is more expressed today,
Than in those days I grew up.
So...
I am quite amazed today,
Especially...
That someone would ask me 'how'
I do 'this' and what they need to know...
To do 'that'?
'Gee, I don't know what to say.
Or how to say anything at all about it.
Uh...you...uh...well? ...I...uh...Gee.'
Sometimes I'm left speechless.
I just know...
If it is something done that is loved,
It will discover a way to express itself.
THAT,
Is what I have discovered over many years,
Of unrelentless devotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wasted Space
It was okay when you were being ignored,
Wasn't it?
And easy for them to say what they wished.
Wasn't it?
Because they didn't realize you knew about this.
And if you did,
They didn't care.
That's how much they weren't aware of you.
Or who 'you' knew.
Or who 'they' knew could turn their lives to dodo!
But you then and still...
Have a life you like.
Today,
They've discovered you have ignored them.
In total peace of mind you have found.
In fact...
Some have realized 'you' have ignored 'them' first!
How 'dare' you do that?
You know how that gossip gets around?
Rumor has it,
You now believe you are better than they are.
But that's not it at all.
You have always thought of them,
As small town busy bodies.
With nothing but time on their hands,
And nothing in their minds but wasted space.
Not only have you ignored them...
You've erased them from significance.
And you have no patience for them to discover that at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long Lost Daughter
This poem was inspired by a storyline on the TV show 'Casualty', when Colette's long lost daughter found her.
My Mum came to see me at work,
Asking to speak to me urgently.
She had recieved a phone call
From my long lost daughter, Natalie.
Then one day, Natalie turned up at work.
I was taken by surprise:
She was a beautiful young lady now,
And was stood before my very eyes.
I asked my boss for an hour's break.
Natalie and I went for a walk.
We had a lot of catching up to do,
And had a good heart to heart talk.
She asked why I had her adopted
And I had to tell her the truth.
My Mum had told me if I kept her,
I was no longer welcome under her roof.
I was fifteen at the time.
I was alone and very afraid.
Soon after I had her, she was whisked away,
And so it was at home I stayed.
She asked about her father,
But he left me years ago.
When he discovered I was pregnant,
He just didn't want to know.
Sixteen years had passed
Since I gave my little girl away,
But eventhough life carried on,
I thought about her every day.
Only those close to me knew of her existence.
I'd kept her a secret all that time,
But now the time had finally arrived,
To tell the world, Natalie was mine!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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my little sister's GONE: (
She was five when her sister left
And with her gone she felt like she experienced death
She was too young to even know what that meant
Apart for seven months is what they spent
Her older sister was her best friend
She always looked up to her
Her smile she would always lend
She witnessed drugs
Barely given a hug
Barely shown any love
And just when she lost hope
Her sister would always show up
At the most needed time
Her sister never knew it
But she always completed her inside
And then her sister would go away again
And the same thing would happen
Then suddenly her sister stopped coming around
For a better life is what she thought she had found
A better life that didn’t include her
But she never knew that every day
Her sister thought about her
She always wondered where her sister went
And why she always left without their lives together spent
One day she gotten taken away
To a family friend
And for a while she would stay
But she was still mistreated
Barely eaten
Always hit
But she never told her sister this shyt
When her sister would call
She’d say I’m okay
Cause her sisters on speaker phone
What more could she really say
Her sister always promised that she would visit
And every day she waited
Hoping she’d keep it
But then she realized she was stuck
But knew that her sister still had love
It was just hard for her to see her face
And she felt like in this world she had no place
One day her sister came for her
She went to church and looked for her
She asked where is my little sister
And they all replied GONE
That’s when I soon discovered what exactly had been done
I always promised my sister Shilah that I would come and see her
And she waited until she finally gave up
And now she’s gone and I know it’s my fault
If I had only come sooner
She would still be here
She would still know that I cared
She waited for me to keep my promise
And I did but it was too late
and now i feel dis-honest
poem by Shilesha Johnson
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Throughout the Meadow
I discovered my purpose,
Long before your good credit rating...
Maxed out on overdrawn credit cards.
I have never identified with bling,
As a means to represent my dreams and wishes.
Being 'different' has had its benefits for me.
I owe no one anything to maintain a pretense.
I am who I am.
Basic.
Truth and I have been friends for years.
But I will admit...
We have had our ups and downs.
You,
On the other hand...
Celebrated achieving faked peaks.
And today you tell me I know nothing of the valleys?
Remember,
That's where you left me before making your climb.
However...
Your whining everyone can hear,
Throughout the meadow.
Have you lost your purpose and your mind,
On borrow time and the cheap 'blinging' of things?
I thought you knew who you were?
Was it you who said I wasted my life,
On useless dreams?
And here you are...
Screaming as if 'you' are the one crazed.
But...
You may be reflecting your purpose.
Who am I to pass judgement?
Enjoy.
Have a great day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All The Way
It doesnt take a genius
To tell me what I am
Or lecture me with poetry
And tell me that I can
I dont remember
What happened yesterday
But I dont give a damn about
What all those people say
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what youve done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what youve done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It dont take no houdini
To tell me what I am
Parasites and literasites
Theyd burn me if they can
But I dont give a damn about
What those people say
They pick you up and kick you out
They hurt you every day
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what youve done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what youve done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what youve done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what youve done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone
song performed by by New Order
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Your Purpose of Living
The master of purpose does not
respect certificate or degree;
He only respect people
with purpose in life.
Purpose is the gate fee
to success land.
Purpose is your direction.
Purpose is an objective in life,
dream, and what you are here for.
You cannot move on in life
until you have discovered
your objectives in life,
which is your purpose of living.
poem by Franca Kenneth
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Without That Kind Of Interruption
I've had those in my life...
Who believed,
I should be fulfilling 'their' dreams.
I should be acting on stages.
Or be seen on movie screens.
I've even had those,
Who have heard my compositions.
And thought I should sing.
Or because of my voice...
I'd make a great announcer,
On a radio station of my choice.
But,
I've always been a writer.
And that few people knew.
Although I am surprised by that...
Because for years my comments have appeared,
In local newspapers for anyone to view.
And that's a fact.
There is not one talent I have,
That I have not exposed.
And I still have my own dreams to pursue.
While those passing judgement,
And offering their nonsolicited critique...
Have yet to succeed.
Because they are in the business of others,
Like most gossip driven nonproductive folk.
And most of my life I have been quite happy,
Validating my skills.
With a doing of it,
Locally.
Nationally.
And internationally too.
But I must admit I am uncomfortable,
Bragging about what it is I do.
And many people do not have this as an issue.
With the hope that only a few 'selected' knew.
'IF I had your talents,
The whole world would know who I am.'
~Maybe that is the reason,
I have been given them.
To let them evolve...
Without that kind of interruption.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Thought Id Seen Everything
(r.j. mutt lange/huey lewis)
(track 7 - time 3:58)
Here I am a single guy
Ive seen a lot in this crazy life
There you are, what can I say
I guess you took my breath away
Something in your eyes took me by surprise
cause when I looked at you something you do
Is telling me more than I ever knew, oh baby
I thought Id seen everything, til I saw you
I thought Id seen everything baby I thought I knew
Now here I am alone with you
What am I supposed to do
Should I stay or should I go
Something tells me I should know
Its something in your touch that makes me feel so much
You took me by surprise I realize
And now I cant believe my eyes, oh baby
I thought Id seen everything, til I saw you
I thought Id seen everything, baby I thought I knew
Ive been around the world, seen a lot of girls
In and out of love til I had enough
I thought I had everything, til I had you, oh baby
Baby let your lovin take me all the way
I thought Id seen everything, til I saw you
I thought Id seen everything, baby I thought I knew
I thought Id seen everything, oh baby
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Biting Those Lips
Why are you biting your lips?
'I am practicing.'
So you are learning to keep your mouth shut?
'I said I was 'practicing'.
And as far as keeping my mouth shut...
That is a learning process.
And I did say I was practicing.
I did not say I was learning anything...
Yet! '
Practice makes perfect,
You know?
'Who said anything about wanting to be perfect?
There are too many rehearsing that right now.
With questionable results I am sure will be delivered.
And I am practicing biting my lips,
In the event 'that' becomes a necessity.
And once that becomes discovered as one of my skills,
Well...
Only 'then' will I begin rehearsing perfection,
To overwhelm those disbelieving...
I have yet revealed another talent no one can deny.'
I see.
Well...
You keep biting those lips,
Okay?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ain't No Nice Guy
When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two
My shine wore off as time wore on
I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the truth begins to bite
I though about the times when I turned my back and stalled
I ain't no nice guy after all
When I was young I was the only game in town
I thought I had it down for sure
But time went by and I was lost in what I'd found
The reasons blurred the way unsure
I thought that I was living life the only way
But as I saw that life was more than day to day
I turned around, I read the writing on the wall
I ain't no nice guy after all,
I ain't no nice guy after all
In all the years you spent between your birth and death
You know there's lots of times when you should have saved your breath
It comes as quite a shock when your trip leads to a wall
I ain't no nice guy after all,
I ain't no nice guy after all
Hey Slasher?
When I was young I was the nicest guy I knew
I thought I was the chosen one
But time went by and I found out a thing or two
My shine wore off as time wore on
I thought that I was living out the perfect life
But in the lonely hours when the moons the only light
I thought about the times when I turned my back and
stalled
I ain't no nice guy after all,
I ain't no nice guy after all
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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In Glorious Removal
I adorned my life with chaos,
Wanting to fit in!
Wanting to be just like the 'Jones'
With constant arguing that would never end!
I wanted to feel accepted,
So I gossiped with the rest.
I thought I had to dislike someone,
Because my 'friends' thought 'that' was best!
I wanted to pretend my needs were satisfied.
And at home alone I knew I was not...
And alone with 'things' I cried!
Deep inside I was tied up in knots,
A lot!
Well...
It's a new day.
And some 'crap' I cleared away!
Including some folks I thought were close,
To live my life my way!
The only thing I regret,
As I sit in retrospect...
Is the misery grieved by the few who believe,
The life I live they have to inspect and accept!
And I've told them I'm not seeking
Anyone's approval!
In fact...
I've discovered myself again,
Sustained in glorious 'BS' removal!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Eve's Perspective
It was not through choice
That I was fashioned from his rib.
He was the one with need of me.
And, it was not by choice
Where I would live.
HE saw to that
And, so, it would be.
Then a name was given to me,
And from that day forth, I was Eve.
It was from then on
That we dwelt in the garden.
The flowers in my hair
Went unnoticed.
My sparkling eyes
He did not see.
It was in innocence, I was tempted
Through smooth, cool, crispy, red and golden skin.
I took a bite and let a torrent
Of juices run,
Splattering in directions, dribbling down my
Neck and chin.
Quenching a thirst in me.
And after a bite
He noticed me.
And I knew passion
And pain and fear.
And I thought,
'Adam, why did you wish for me! '
And, I thought
'Dear God, what has happened to me..'
'Who is this new woman, that I have unleashed? '
But at night
Under the stars
When I lay in his arms
And he looked at me
I saw
That
He finally did see
And, that, was paradise enough for me.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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