From Them No Empathy Comes
The longer you waited,
In hiding with false claims.
The later it became...
To undo any resentment,
That a guilty mind...
With a shame confined.
And those wrongly accused,
But found unjustly abused...
May have long ago forgiven you.
Although...
It is in your mind that shows a disturbance.
From all that you had done on purpose.
And those who may show you empathy,
Aren't the ones who now show you none!
From them no empathy comes.
And you they see,
As the deserving one to grieve.
In a pity they would rather leave behind and not see.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Those Old Days
You may be tough.
But your approach to solicit,
My empathy and pity...
Could have been easier to get,
Without your demanding it.
But I do understand,
The competition you're up against.
And if I may make a suggestion...
You should put that gun away.
Since my first reaction,
Is not empathy with pity for you at all.
'It isn't real.'
Which?
The gun?
Your wish for empathy and pity?
Or my fear?
'Why can't you just co-operate,
And give me what I want? '
Trust me.
I'm going to give you exactly what you need.
Now that I know that gun isn't real.
'The gun IS real.
My need for empathy and pity isn't.
Thank you.
All I wanted was a decent conversation.
You were the only one I spotted,
Not texting or using a cellphone.
You have no idea how difficult it is for me,
To communicate like I did in the old days.'
So you are using a gun to do it?
'Hey...
What can I say.
I'm open for your suggestions.'
Good.
Give me the gun.
And I'll show you what I would have done.
'What are you going to do? '
Communicate my feelings,
Like I use to do in those old days.
And trust me...
You will know immediately,
Just what my feelings are.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Place For It At All
I have forgiven you.
I have!
There is no resentment,
Stirring within me that brews!
Although the images remain
As impressions on my mind!
But I don't find the time,
To relive them
Like I use to do!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
And all the things you did...
To make my life a living hell
When I was a kid!
And the tears I shed,
When I felt then
That I was better off dead!
When I had no bed of my own.
And you could care less...
About the mess you left us in!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
But what I had to learn,
Was to forgive myself
For the burning inside of hatred I carried!
I buried my emotions in my chest!
Now released.
My mind is now in completed peacefulness!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
I had to.
Resentment is something 'you' lived with!
I have no place for it at all!
You taught me not to want it around!
And to leave it,
Wherever it was noticed, recognized and found!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
Don't let that ever be your concern!
There is much more worth to my life,
God has kept me here on this Earth yearning!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
If I had not...
You would not be left,
With that thought to wonder!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Efforts In Effect
With efforts in effect,
To depict others as failures...
And incompetent by decisions made.
They themselves display utter ignorance.
And too stubborn they are to see through,
Their own self destruction they foolishly defend.
Unaccustomed to follow,
Those of true leadership...
They have generated a wealth,
Of divisive unending conflicts that persist.
And on the sidelines they protest,
An unrest that has increased their own unhappiness.
Now they rely on accusations,
Directed to those who knew then what had been best.
Saying they show them less empathy...
When today calls for unity is what they wish and need.
But many who had been shunned and ostracized...
Have lost an interest no longer practiced or exercised.
'Why have you NOW changed your mind? '
~Is there a smile on my face?
I discovered it when I found peace sublime.
And more of it I am focused to find.
My mind is no longer in confusion.
Nor will I allow it to be abused,
For you to use to waste my time.
I suffer through those moments...
No more! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I Do Know
I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
Masquerading one's feelings,
To later expose them behind one's back...
Is sooo,
Uncool!
And those who do it,
Are sooo...
Unattached from integrity.
I could care less how many Bibles,
They quote scriptures from.
These folks are gutter dwellers.
I'm not into pretense.
Or perceive elements of its benefits.
I see none.
I've been accused of being embittered,
For expressing the anger felt...
From those experiences that brought tragedy,
Into my life.
And quickly I admit it.
Yes.
And my rebuttal about that?
If you don't want to know...
Don't ask!
A rule I use...
To free myself from fools.
I've been told I appear too happy,
With a lack of empathy shown to others.
I can express it.
Yes.
Empathy when given...
Is empathy at its best when expressed.
But becoming overwhelmed by depression?
How does that benefit,
My attempts to get away from it?
Why sit with someone wishing to serve pity?
However...
I do recognize my peace of mind.
How I got it.
When I got it.
And who has yet to arrive...
To be grateful they are alive.
And my life is not on hold!
To wait to behold the beauty of it.
That's what I do know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accompanied With Empathy
Why would someone do a thing on purpose,
To then declare the act as a mistake?
And then expect to be forgiven,
Accompanied with empathy, comprehension...
And a dinner invitation extended,
By the one who has been offended...
But has elected to offer,
An all expense paid trip to the Caribbean...
For two weeks just to show,
there are no feelings of retribution.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The empathy
To give alms is compassion.
To feel for one’s sufferings is sympathy.
To share one’s sufferings is empathy.
What you do to parents is compassion,
What you do to siblings is sympathy.
Your doings to offspring is empathy.
Shows empathy to others to be great.
11.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You manifest in all.
If someone is lean you come to my mind.
Anyone bearing your name brings me your frame.
Sometimes any woman reminds me of you when
I detect some features like or unlike yours.
At times, no woman in view brings you to my view.
I can wind up to say that you torment me more
And more though longer and away you are.
My strong memory or your strong image,
My clayey heart or your castle: the cause?
No apathy to see you in every woman.
It is my pity. Show me your empathy.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Right Now I Feel a Chill
You,
And your 'ALL ABOUT ME' attitude bores.
Your self obsession with self and 'exterior' virtues...
Have stretched beyond limits.
And...
This is no longer considered as an affliction,
Of mental illness.
Something inside of you does not connect,
And is missing.
It does not exist.
And the value of what is not there but gone...
Is obvious 'it' was never there for you to have a clue.
I use to think it was me who could not express,
At times...empathy!
However,
I have never been accused of being heartless.
And when I think of you...
That is the first thing that enters my mind!
In fact,
Right now I feel a chill.
And I have yet to open the door,
To request you now exit to leave!
Please...
No cold icy to throw,
Eye staring daggers.
And...
No need for me to be less than cordial about this.
Is it?
Or reason you wish to prolong this visit?
Is it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scapegoat
Judges have decimated
Meanings of our laws
Already guilty?
Something has a flaw
Wrongly accused
Blindly confused
Open your eyes
Try to realize
Chorus:
Don't you know
You can't see
Too damn blind
To judge me!
Wrongly accused
Blindly confused
Open your eyes
Try to realize
Repeat Chorus
Laws are meant to follow
But they've misled you
Conceal their meaning
So they can suit you
Misjudged by the system
No one ever knows
Adding injury to insult
No one ever knows
No one
No one knows
No one
No one
No one knows...
Judges have decimated
Meanings of our laws
Already guilty?
Something has a flaw
Wrongly accused
Blindly confused
Open your eyes
Wake up
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Sickened By the Wicked and Kicked
So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
They once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
They chose not to see!
So sad are these believers,
Deceived to grieve.
With hearts they show to others,
Upon on their sleeves.
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
To those spoiled by a lifestyle fed to fall.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
They once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
They chose not to see!
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
So sad are these believers,
Deceived to grieve.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
With hearts they show to others,
Upon on their sleeves.
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
To those spoiled by a lifestyle fed to fall.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
'You and me too.
Used and abused!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
We once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
We chose not to see!
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked.
Sickened by the wicked.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So What Are You Saying?
I am emotionally distraught.
But I will get over my anxieties.
'Good.'
What do you mean, 'Good'.
Aren't you going to express,
Some kind of empathy?
Some kind of emotional attachment?
'What did you expect?
Weeping?
Or a prolong sympathetic eulogy,
For the attempt you are making...
To escape a near death experience? '
Well...
Yes! Something close that shows,
I am more to you than a piece of meat!
'It's like this...
When that piece of meat heals.
And is ready for my tenderizing?
I'll toss in an ember or two in that flame.'
So what are you saying?
'When the meal is ready and prepared the way I like it...
I'll show more interest.
But I'm not accepting anything leftover that has occured,
Over and over and over to leave it tasteless!
That's what I'm saying! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empathy And Sympathy.
Love turns to empathy when one sees God in all,
The sharing of the self in life's rise and fall.
Fostered humbleness, blooms the empathy's flower,
And with it God's bliss, spontaneously showers.
While sympathy is Ego’s hubris,
Authority of superiority finds release
Empathy is a cry for other’s suffering,
Sharing oneness with all human beings
Sympathy is worldly and mercy it may trace,
Empathy sees itself in all living face.
.
poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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Guilty
Guilty, guilty
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
It runs through me like a rain through silk
Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
My teeth are rotted
my lips start to foam
Cause I'm so guilty
Guilty, guilty
Ooohhh guilty
What did I say
What did I say
What did I do
Did I ever do it to you
Don't turn your back, ah
I can't look you in the eye, ah
Eye eye eye eye
I guess I'm guilty as charged
I guess I'm guilty as charged
Guilty, huh, guilty ah, guilty ah, guilty
Guilty guilty guilty guilty guilty
Don't do that
Don't do that
Don't do what
Oh you're such a child
real fool child
Guilty
What can I do
I do it to you
but I do it to me too
Cut off my head
Cut off my head
Cut off my head, ah
Hang me from the yardarm
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
I've got bad thoughts
I've got an evil clit
Guilty
Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
I've got a bad mind
I've got a bad bone
Guilty guilty guilty as charged
Guilty
Don't do that
Don't do what
Don't do that
Oh you're such a reckless child
You remember when you were a baby
Do you remember when you were a baby
Do you have a jury, yeah
Do you have a verdict
Guilty as charged
Guilty guilty guilty as charged
Do you have a verdict
Do you have a verdict
I'm guilty
You're guilty
Oh you're such a reckless child
I should beat you
I should hit you
I'll put you in therapy, ah
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This Will Be
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Oh, oh,
Ooh, oh, oh, yeh
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm
This will be an everlasting love
This will be the one Ive waited for
This will be the first time anyone has loved me
Oh, oh, oh
Im so glad you found me in time
And Im so glad that youve rectified my mind
This will be an everlasting love on me
Oh, oh
Loving you is some kind of wonderful
Because you show me just how much you care
Youve given me the thrill of a lifetime
And made me believe youve got more thrills to spare, oh
This will be an everlasting love, oh yes it will now
Youve brought a lot of sunshine into my life
Youve filled me with happiness I never knew
You gave me more joy than I ever dreamed of
And no one, no one can take the place of you, ooh
This will be, you and me, yes-sir-ee, eternally
Hugging and squeezing and kissing and pleasing
Together, forever, through rain or whatever
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, you and me
So long as Im living, true love Ill be giving
To you Ill be serving cuz youre so deserving
Hey, youre so deserving, youre so deserving
Yeh, yeh, yeh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love
From now on, from now on, yeh
From now on, from now on, yeh
(repeat)
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Taking It to the Roof
It should be one's consideration,
Someone is there.
It should be one's consideration,
Someone there cares.
It should be one's consideration,
People are aware who dare...
To show someone there is caring.
Many are feeling more empathy.
Because people are sharing and aware.
Many are fed up with cruelties.
And showing they dare to care.
Taking it to the roof,
To...
Prove what people caring do,
To...
Remove their stubborn attitudes,
To...
Show they care with an empathy there.
It should be one's consideration,
Someone is there.
It should be one's consideration,
Someone there cares.
Taking it to the roof,
To...
Prove what people caring do,
To...
Remove their stubborn attitudes,
To...
Show they care with an empathy there.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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About This Stuff Called Writing
Upon reading the poem
about a childless woman
My friend Sol wrote
I am truly sorry for reading
About such a delicate issue
And she emails
“Did you write it because I have offended you and the childless woman? ”
“I am truly sorry”
I e-mail her back; there was no offense,
as it was not really about us
The little boy who died a long time ago was not
About us,
I was surprised
That poem
Was not meant to be
a certain Apathy
it is not about us
it is not us
it is about them
Such is a poem
is meant for a
certain kind of empathy
it is no apathetic
it is not about a sickness into death
it is not about
a 'mind-you-own-business'
but it was meant to be
'we-feel-what- you -all -feel'
It is empathy
it is reincarnation to the bodies
Of other people
it is going
into life
into the lives of other people
into life
into salvation
a life in those moving fingers of a new born baby
the same moving fingers that give you the hint of of life to
a hit-and-run victim
a while ago comatose
a life a breath a hush
for persons
not just people
(specially for those whom we love much
that if they die
we want to die
with them
and we
keep saying without them
life has no meaning at all)
And we
Become them
the childless couple that was not us
the hit-and-run-victim that layed long unnamed in the morgue
that baby that was blue all over because of a congenital heart defect
they were buried
and we say we were buried with them
we have duties and obligations though
as we watch and stand for those who remain here
empathy
that is empathy
Every part of them: the nose, the eyes, the brain, the trachea,
The butt, the hands, every nerve every vein every corpuscle
we become them
we join in their mission
We become the air that they breathe
We breathe
We penetrate the other completely
to
Every part of them: the nose, the eyes, the brain, the trachea,
The butt, the hands, every nerve every vein every corpuscle
The apology then was wrongly worded
And was wrongly sent
The dog has waggled its tail
To the wrong master
the dog has barked to the wrong tree
Hence I reject the apology
because the tragedy and the sorrow are not about us
it is them
we only become them because
we empathize
we allow ourselves to be a part of them in the process
Or whatever excuse
It was not for us
It was for them
We are merely the wires
Through which
The unseen electrons pass
an in the process we generate light and power
For others
For this dark world
The danger lurks when for lack
Of understanding about the mechanics
Of apathy and its
distinction with empathy
between us making a living
and between them that we try to appease
You touch us in careless passion
And for lack of understanding about compassion
You are shaken
Unnecessarily
And who knows
In due time
You too shall become
Us
in utter exercise of empathy
And that would be enough
i know there is something that you did not understand
life shall tell in the process
and life shall tell you all about it before everything is ended.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give Them No Credit
Maybe it is believed,
Those who have achieved success...
Seek attention,
From those of mediocre ambitions?
'That doesn't make sense!
None of it.'
Well...
Perhaps it is perceived,
Their expressions of jealousy and envy...
Will attract those of peace of mind,
To want to be around them all the time.
'That sounds just as sick as your first explanation.'
Then maybe they are just crazed.
And they are given too much attention.
Perhaps you are 'feeling' them with empathy...
Not realizing insanity has already smothered them enough.
And you are trying to find an excuse,
That gives them a purpose for their existence.
'There has to be a reason why God made pests!
Something my mind has not been able to digest! '
You should give your mind a rest.
And give them no credit for being near one.
And leave whatever they are or are not,
Alone!
It is obvious they are attempting to addict you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I and me and you
I am the redeemer
I will search your soul
to look for all you've given
and seek for all you hold
I will give no quarter
no inkling shall you find
of weakness nor of favour
as I explore your mind
No sympathy nor anger
no pity and no shame
no laughter tears or empathy
no reason to explain
No humour nor no sorrow
no tenderness nor pain
I seek the true epitome
of all that you remain
I am everything you've seen
everything you knew
all that's out and in and been
I and me and you.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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Guilty Of Love
(coverdale)
I believe my love for you
Is a love that will last forever,
An Im here to testify
Im a prisoner of your heart
Baby dont you believe
When I tell you I love you
That I really mean it,
Dont you walk away,
Dont you turn your back on me
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
I can never forget the times
When I took what you gave me for granted
So I stand accused
An I plead guilty to the crime
You can lock me away if you want
Just as long as your arms are around me,
An I wont mind
If you just throw away the key
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love...
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree...
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Embarrassed And Battered
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Some people bring home their tempers to leave.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
While others show their hearts hanging on their sleeves.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Dragging on their backs every burden to keep.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Bringing on their moodiness when they turn the key.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Keeping everybody up so they can't sleep.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Some people bring home their tempers to leave.
Bringing on their moodiness when they turn the key.
Dragging on their backs every burden to keep.
While others show their hearts hanging on their sleeves.
Keeping everybody up so they can't sleep.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
And nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Nothing you have done is deserving of that.
Embarrassed and battered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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