Eye' For You
If I had one eye.
One ear.
One hand attached to an arm.
With a foot to hop on a protruding leg.
You would still say,
I was going out of my way to be different.
With a seeking of attention to get,
I intentionally projected.
And yet...
You still will not accept,
Efforts I made to be myself...
Regardless if I did nothing extraordinary,
Nobody else would care to notice but you.
Why do you think this is true?
Do you feel I should only have 'eye'...
For you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Want You To Pay Them Attention
Why aren't you paying them any attention?
'Who? '
The ones ignoring you.
'Huh? '
Yeah!
They want you to pay them attention,
So they can ignore you.
'But...
Isn't that what they are doing? '
YES!
But you are not expected to show,
You could care less about it!
'Oh...
I see.
So...
Maybe they are the ones seeking attention,
And giving it to me...
In the hopes I notice it.
But pretend I don't suspect it is from them.'
I don't know!
Is that the message you want me to deliver?
'Huh?
When did the minding of my own business,
Become their focus? '
Don't ask me!
I was told to get you to look their way.
So they can ignore you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conducting Business
Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.
Not true said one wise who tried to enlighten them.
And because wisdom like this was accessible,
Attempts to share it...
Was thought to be from one,
Ego driven.
And of course familiarity breeds contempt.
So in one ear and out the other...
What was shared,
In the air it went!
Within the walls of their lofty dreams,
There are many who live seeking...
Fame, fortune and notoriety for their efforts.
And they keep beliefs from limited visions...
What is sought,
Is going to be given.
Although these folks still believe,
Simply having talents will bring them notoriety.
Being able to market and package one's craft...
Guarantees an attention one day comes to last.
And those sitting on the sidelines,
Laughing at the ones that get things done...
Learn too late,
How conducting a successful 'business'...
Eventually stands on its own legs to run!
Many do not get this.
They believe their bubbles blown...
Take flight if protected in plastic.
But if not shielded in titanium,
With no faith attached to them...
Drifting dreams will quickly burst.
To leave those without vision...
Discouraged,
Over and over and over again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will you notice?
Will You notice when I'm gone?
Will you no when the phone just rings out?
Your sure to have no doubt.
Will you just think I'm sleeping?
Or in another mood.
Will you prejudge me again?
I'm guessing you'll just think.
I'm not near the brink.
But let me tell you this.
You are wrong plain wrong.
Death is taking my hand.
My life I am about to take.
But I only wonder this
Will you even notice I've gone.
But some how I doubt you'll care.
You allways made me feel small.
You never notticed my dipair.
But you'll have to notice my suicide
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Intentionally
Intentionally,
You do what is done.
As if to others,
What you do is not known.
And intentionally,
Those who know what you do...
Pretend,
They do not notice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When There is Mutual Agreement
Your attempt to ignore me,
As my lesson given ny you to learn
Is lacking in one key element.
Let me share with you a tip!
For that tactic to work efficiently,
To grab hold of my complete attention
I would think,
Involving my concern
Would achieve the success you are seeking.
You do want me to notice?
Right?
In the application of your method,
To make it more effective.
Getting me to notice is important.
Without my commitment
What would you achieve?
Now,
Let's see
How can I participate to make it appear,
I am not noticing?
To react in that way you are seeking from me.
Hmmm.
When you come up with that
Let me know.
And I will practice being affected emotionally.
And
While you are in the process of doing that,
I will continue to pay you no attention.
Do you see how easy things can become
To eliminate the process of headaches,
WHEN there is mutual agreement
Any and all things are possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today At My Age
Today at my age...
You may call me anything you choose.
And I will still regard that as a compliment.
At this stage of the game...
To be given any attention,
I find that to be remarkable.
Who knew I would feel this way?
When I was in my early twenties...
Everyday I thought I needed to seek praise.
And today...
At my age,
An insult heard that is spoken...
And is tossed my way?
I automatically know,
Someone has taken the time to do it.
And I thank them for their efforts made.
'What are you?
Some kind of a fool? '
Apparently not just any kind,
Or you would not have taken your time...
To notice.
'Huh?
What? '
You have made my day!
You are a breath of fresh motivation.
Thank you.
'And you are...
OH,
Nevermind! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extraordinary
Extraordinary
The love u make 2 me its some kind of scary
I would b a fool 2 leave u 4 I was born 2 love u
This is true
Extraordinary
The way u make me feel
Im so very glad its real
And not a dream
Even though it seems I am dreaming
People try 2 break us up
Valentines a little rough
But we survived cos we had a love
Extraordinary
Id give the world 2 u
Each and every thing u do is so very nice
U make my clock tick 12 twice
Then disappear time and everything else
When u r near
Extraordinary
song performed by by Prince
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Who Knew? Did You? Oh...Of Course Not!
I can understand you wish not to see,
My efforts gleam and shine.
I can understand that,
Yes I do!
Because those efforts,
Getting attention I did not pursue...
Are not those of yours,
But mine.
I did not know that would become fact.
I've been too busy toiling with sweat,
To remove obstacles carried...
Too long weighted on my back.
No...
I didn't realize my conscious efforts,
Would one day get attention.
Or attract like that!
Who knew?
Did you?
Oh...
Of course not!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing What It Takes To Feel One's Best
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do...
To get the attention.
Misconceptions about that are taught to those,
To leave them feeling insecure to be left exposed.
And psychologically dependent on others.
Those who are seeking the attention,
Are the ones making the excuses...
For everything done they do,
To avoid doing that which they should.
Fearing then no one would notice them at all.
And for them to be noticed is what is sought.
Leave them alone to figure themselves out,
And they wouldn't know what to do 'with' clues.
Especially if no one is there to listen,
To their opinions given or their version of life...
Yet for them to live.
But they'll try to convince others they know about.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is 'not' something one adopts to do to get the attention.
Doing what it takes to feel one's best,
Is something one does to comprehend.
And many not comprehending,
Can also be viewed amongst those refusing to listen.
Only a life lived to be one's best,
Is often a life lived making fewer excuses.
With less complaints heard,
To create and produce to seduce someone else...
For whatever the reason found around,
To digest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Could Only Mean One Thing
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
That one could addendum what has been done,
For some is a preference.
And is a preference someone else dictates,
Really a 'preference' one independently makes?
Or is it just easier to accept to later throw away?
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
And if it seems I intentionally attempt to attract attention...
Well...
I'll put it this way,
If one is doing what one wishes to do...
And if this should attract attention?
It could only mean one thing.
Some find it difficult to do what it is they choose,
Without getting approval or feeling accepted.
And...
Well,
A seeking of acceptance hasn't done a thing to improve...
The quality of life that has been devalued as 'approved'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Then Leave
The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.
Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Nobody With Claims to Make
You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.
Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.
Too often people like these,
Sit in proclaimed self grandiose eloquence...
Convinced their efforts,
Are overdue for praise.
In an expectation to appease their own needs.
Under-rated and overlooked,
By those ungrateful...
Some self serving,
Have gone out of their way!
You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.
Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.
But those with desires to be 'somebody'...
Will prepare to make their proclamations,
Heard by using bullhorns.
If it means disturbing a tranquility!
To arouse a public with their embellished falsities.
'May I have everyone's undivided attention!
Thank you.
If not for my loyal and devoted disposition...
None of you would have known,
Who to see or where to go...
Enabling you to receive your coupons.
Useful to redeem for discounts...
On your purchased necessities.
To which I am sure they are enjoyed.
It was I who initiated that movement.
And deserve your welcomed applause.
If so given.
Only with deep felt humility...
Do I come to satisfy your curiosities.
And yes...
Although I am reluctant to admit this,
It was I who initiated that movement.
Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on!
There is no need to overwhelm yourselves,
With bewilderment!
Afterall...
I am not running for any electable office,
Suddenly discovered open and available...
To have someone fearlessly represent you.
With understated humility.
IF that possibility in your future should occur!
I am not.
I repeat...
I would not be so incline to accept such an offer.
And even if I should be so approached,
By an assigned committee concluding their research...
Of my qualifications and background.
And...
As a coincidence,
I have brought along a few copies of my bio...
With testimonies and references attached!
For those who may express an interest when time allows,
To televise any suggested interview wished...
I will submit,
To be thusly scrutinized in such a manner.
But let me remind anyone within the sound of my voice...
That I...
Am only here,
For you!
YOU are my only concern! '
~Who is that? ~
*I have no idea!
Not a clue whatsoever.
But I will say this...
He is certainly going out of his way,
To be remembered.*
~I thought those coupons were printed,
For anyone to use in the local newspaper? ~
*They are.
At least once a week! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Extraordinary Machine
I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
And I certainly haven't been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot and by foot it's a slow climb
But I'm good at being uncomfortable so I can't stop changing all the time
I noticed that my opponent is always on the go
And won't go slow so as not to focus and I notice
He'll hitch a ride with any guide as long as they go fast from whence he came
But he's no good at being uncomfortable so he can't stop staying exactly the same
If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me or treat me mean
I make the most of it I'm an extraordinary machine
I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day
You deem me due to clean my view and be at peace and lay
I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way
And say I've been getting along for long before you came into the play
I am the baby of the family
It happens so everybody cares
And wears the sheeps clothes while they chaperone
Furious you're looking down your nose at me while you appease
Courteous to try and help but let me set your mind at ease
If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me or treat me mean
I make the most of it I'm an extraordinary machine
Do I so worry you?
You need to hurry to my side? Its very kind
But it's to no avail
I don't want the veil or flowers
No everything will be just fine
If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me or treat me mean
I make the most of it I'm an extraordinary machine
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Accept My Demands
These months were a battle
Of love and my pride,
Pride chose to surrender,
But I didn't mind.
I sang my own ballad
Along to your chords,
You failed as my shield,
I kept being your sword.
You asked for the world -
I could give you much more.
True life was somewhere
Behind the locked door.
Through all your nightmares
I kept holding your hand.
I drained my own sea
For your castle of sand.
Love made me its slave -
It's my porcelain strength.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Accept my demands!
You're charming, unique,
And your look is brand-new.
Your face in the mirror
Is one love for you.
One slut cost you more
Than the tears I shed,
And seeing you two
Made me feel just regret.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Feel guilty and pray!
Remember those months
And the last summer day.
I tried to be perfect,
I was at my best,
You turned all my life
To a terrible mess!
Love made me its slave -
It's my porcelain strength.
Now beg for forgiveness,
Accept my demands!
Accept my demands!
poem by April Avalon
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Is That Done With Intent?
Why are you shouting.
I dislike it when you shout.
'I dislike the pain,
Sustained when you stand on my foot.
Is that done with intent?
Or is it a recurring accident,
You can not help but repeat.
Thinking it as a treat...
To feel your big feet.
With all of this street we both share! '
You suggested we walk closer.
I grabbed your hand.
And you grabbed mine.
Make up your mind.
'I did not mean for us to become 'that' attached.
The foot thing is better when not so public.
You know...
Not so exposed AND clothed!
Shoes and all.
Hint! '
Hey...
Whatever you say.
I thought we were going to be unconditional.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nerves
Nerves are most extraordinary,
Full of useful information,
At a moment's notice merry
With abounding cacchination,
Then with subtle transformation,
Dreary as a cemetery
Just prepared for occupation.—
Nerves are most extraordinary.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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Are you Doin Alright?
I see you tryin'
To make each day a better day
But the world keeps draggin'
You down along the way
Get up
Get out
Hit the line
Don't be led astray
Don't let the team down
Though your dreams
Slowly slip away
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
But stranger to stranger
I hold my hand out for you
I hold my hand out for you
Spirit grounded
Your wings been cut
You feel so small
But your walkin the streets
With your spine tall
Just trying to keep your head
Above it all
So that you don't fall
Well no need to pretend
You got an ace in your hand
Now find your game
Play it the best that you can
Someone will be there
They are sure to lend a hand
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
But stranger to stranger
I hold my hand out for you
I hold my hand out for you
When your days are done
And it all comes to an end
What will people say
Who will be your friends?
Songs unsung
Hopefully just a few
Don't leave this earth
Feeling wronged and blue
Take it from a stranger
Know this to be true
When you smile
The whole world
Smiles along with you
Are ya' doin' alright?
Are ya' doin' ok?
I couldn't help but notice
You're havin' a really bad day
Well, I ain't nobody
I ain't nobody
I ain't nobody
I ain't no one to you
I still hold my hand out for you
poem by Atty Davis
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Gratitude
Thanks to those who love me,
you made me feel irrplaceable.
Thanks to those who made me smile,
you showed me the true of taste of happinesss.
Thanks to those who envied me,
you made my heart grow fonder.
Thanks to those who cared,
you made me important.
Thanks to those who fought me,
you showed me the true worth of a friend.
Thanks to those who entered my life,
you made me who i am today.
Thanks to those who left,
you showed me that nothing last forever.
Thanks to those who stayed,
you showed me the meaning of love and friendship.
Thanks to those who broke my heart,
you showed me that nobody is worth my trust.
Thanks to those who gossip about me,
you showed me how popular i am.
Thanks to those who try to bring me down,
you showed me how strong i am.
Thanks to those who believed in me,
you showed me how special i am.
Thanks to those who hate me,
you showed me the meaning of the word ' ENEMY '.
Thanks to those who smiled because of me,
you made me feel invulnerable.
Thanks to those who prayed for me,
you made me indomitable.
Thanks to those who taught me,
you made me a success.
Thanks to those who celebrate me,
you made me a superstar.
Thanks to those who underated me,
you showed me how extraordinary i am.
Thanks to those who motivated me,
you brought out the best in me.
Thanks to my parent who gave birth to me,
they made me a human.
Thanks to God who created me,
you made me a super human.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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This Exchange Is the Best One that Is Accepted
Satisfying the attention seeking egos of others,
Is easy.
Express a life lived that is disliked.
Complain about other people.
And pretend you are miserable on a daily basis.
People love to feel,
Someone besides themselves...
Shares a feeling of unhappiness,
That is heard and confessed.
And left to go unaddressed.
This exchange is the best one that is accepted,
By those seeking to satisfy with attention...
A boosting done to uplift their egos.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Low Profile
One's low profile is best to keep,
When the doing of a task one needs to complete...
To ensure a doing of it gets done.
Since many prefer to make announcements,
To then become upset...
If their efforts attempted have not yet kept,
A date set that never happens.
Why?
A seeking to get attention mentioned,
Has become more the priority than the deed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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