Guess What?
Guess what?
When I discovered,
I could appreciate my own happiness.
Without feeling the guilt of being selfish,
Or self centered.
I began to do it with more consistency.
I was one who believed,
Doing for others came first.
To bust my butt for my brother!
Be dutiful and strong for my sister.
And so on and so forth.
You know...
That me for you,
You for me BS.
I am 62 years old.
And that kind of human spirit...
I have witnessed used infrequently.
And I can't be the only one...
Subjected to live in the valley of leeches.
Some folks are blessed to give with that sacrifice.
And this too I have learned...
You can not do enough for other people.
They will squeeze you dry of every emotion you have.
And then complain to anyone who listens...
About how 'you' think you are better than everyone else.
Guess what?
When I discovered,
I could appreciate my own happiness.
Without feeling the guilt of being selfish,
Or self centered.
I began to do it with more consistency.
And left those to say what they will,
Alone.
Because they will.
Whether they are alone or not!
Guess what?
I've also learned I can spend wonderful times,
Away from miserable people!
And I'm not saying 'all' are miserable.
Just the ones I enjoy being away from!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Am In My 'Me' Zone
When I am in my 'me' zone...
That's what it is,
All about me!
I hear some folks say,
How selfish that is.
And they seem to be the ones...
With their hands out.
Seeking others to give.
And after years of being drained,
By others who complain.
I've learned,
Over time...
My own happiness,
I had to maintain.
Since few could care less about that!
And I've observed happy people,
Carrying less burdens on their backs.
And there is something about 'that'
That keeps me attracted.
When I am in my 'me' zone...
That's what it is,
All about me!
And it is not a question of being selfish.
It's more like identifying a peace of mind,
I can qualify as mine.
Since some folks seem to be victimized...
By guilt.
If they are not constantly in a giving mode!
Receiving is part of it!
And I am in full acceptance.
Prepared and ready to share.
Free from being depleted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breathing Freely
Breathing freely,
And adopting this as my number one...
Priority,
At first...
I brought along with it some guilt.
I was taught from birth,
Doing for others...
Provided me a sense of self worth.
And a doing for myself first,
Was a selfish activity.
And I thought about this,
Through the years of my giving.
And I thought about this,
With a lesser happiness...
As I continued to live.
If I am not happy,
To whom do I address this?
And who is going to recognize my unhappiness,
Better than I can myself?
And...
I awakened!
As if it was the first time I had witnessed dawn.
Breathing freely,
And adopting this as my number one...
Priority,
At first...
I brought along with it some guilt.
I was taught from birth,
Doing for others...
Provided me a sense of self worth.
And a doing for myself first,
Was a selfish activity.
Today,
Feeling selfish is the least of my concerns.
I am no longer seeking to prove I can be sacrificial.
I've earned and deserve the right to be happy.
Pleasing the needs of others,
To receive disrespect as a benefit?
Is a lesson I have learned not to repeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pleasure's fun. It's great, but you can't keep it going forever; just accept the fact that it's here and it's gone, and maybe then again, it will come back, and you'll get to do it again. Joy lasts forever. Pleasure is purely self-centered. It's all about your pleasure: it's about you. It's a selfish, self-centered emotion, that is created by a self-centered motive of greed. Joy is compassion. Joy is giving yourself to somebody else, or something else. And it's a kind of thing that is, in its subtlety and lowness, much more powerful than pleasure. You gethung up on pleasure; you're doomed. If you pursue joy, you will find everlasting happiness.
quote by George Lucas
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Can't Stand Losing You
I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this
I can't, I can't
I can't stand losing
I can't stand losing you
I see you've sent my letters back
And my LP records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
I can't, I can't
I can't stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't, I can't
I can't stand losing
I can't stand losing you
song performed by by Sting
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Sheltered Life
Never been to london, never been to france
Never was sorry never learned to dance
Never walked down to 42nd street and frairs
Never smoked any filtered air
Guess its true what all the people say
Gonna have to mend my old time ways, yeah
I guess its true, guess, Ive lived a sheltered life
Never walked about on the streets at night
Never got into an uptown fight
Never smoked a hookah, never saw a rug
Couldnt even squash a beetle bug
Guess its true Im gonna have to change my ways
Guess its true what all the people say, yeah
I know its true, guess, Ive lived a sheltered life
Never went to parties in a chauffeured car
Never wore a top hat cause I wont get far
Never learned to handle all the things that Ive seen
Maybe Ill grow up to be big and mean
Guess its true what all the people say
Gonna have to change my old fashioned ways, well
I guess its true, guess, Ive lived a sheltered life
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Life
My life is one of a kind
I've been through more than you think
Haven't seen anyone get shot
But I've had a gun to my face
Been chased out my house with a shoty
Because my pops went psycho
Now he scared my best-friend for life
I've seen my sister get molested
And mother get raped
I've seen my family doing drugs
And doing drug deals
People might say I haven't seen alot
Yet they don't know me
How can they judge me?
Everything I know I taught myself
I've basically raised mtself
Always had to look after my sister
Making sure she learned right from wrong
But I guess I didn't do a good job
I left her and my brother did too
Now my mother has to raise her
She doesn't know a dame thing
Granted she knows how to get drunk and mad
She can fill your head with lies
Look that's what she did to me
Tryed to hit me, but she knew better
Now I've left her, she put me through to much
Couldn't take it anymore
Now she cries her fake tears
Everyone believes her
Thats her spell on them
People don't even really no her
Just the shit she be feading them
Lies, Lies, Lies and more Lies
If only they could really see her
I guess that's the way it is
My life is one of a kind
poem by Ashley Olson
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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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Without Feeling Guilt Or Appalled At All
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
Oh it's just too sad...
To know the ones who lead aren't leaders.
Although give they do nice and sweet speeches,
As if what will be done is prioritized...
And homelessness and hunger will soon meet defeat!
It's just so sad...
To witness people struggle to their feet.
And walk for miles to try to keep up...
Their heads as they seek dwindling opportunities.
As others pass them talking,
To leave them without greeting...
Or helping out to meet their needs.
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Sheltered Life
Never been to england, never been to france
Never really learned how to dance
Ive never taken dope and Ive never taken drugs
Ah, Ive never danced on a bear-skin rug
Guess its true, what all those people they say
Im gonna have to loose my hometown ways
Guess its true, guess Ive led a sheltered life
Never went around with anything
Ive had a hometown life, and I have never learned to swing
Not much of a life, I havent seen much
Ive been true to my wife and its just been too much
Guess its true, what all these people they say
Im gonna have to lose my hometown ways
You know its true, guess Ive led a sheltered life
Guess its true, what all those people they say
Im gonna have to lose my hometown ways
Guess its true, guess Ive led a sheltered life
song performed by by Lou Reed
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I learned everything from that show, so it's just a wonderful memory to me. A lot of people would be embarrassed to admit that they were on 'Barney', but I embrace the fact. I just had such a wonderful time doing that show... I learned what a camera and prop is, and all that. I learned my manners too, so I guess that's a good thing!
quote by Selena Gomez
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Can't Stand Losing You
I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I see you sent my letters back
And my L.P. records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't stand losing you
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care, so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't...
song performed by by Feeder
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Until They Too Awaken
So many are unconscious,
In their daily doings and deeds.
With beliefs anything they do,
Should not be questioned.
But given approval to please...
With a choosing of whom to do this to!
This kind of thoughtlessness,
Use to get me upset.
But I've learned what people are,
Is what they project.
And observing those who are like this
They appear easy to be categorized,
As spoiled, self centered
Full of themselves and selfish.
And those who aren't that way at all
Are dependable, loyal and taken for granted.
Until they too
Awaken from what they do.
To no longer be used,
By those regarding them as fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Big Country
I see the shapes,
I remember from maps.
I see the shoreline.
I see the whitecaps.
A baseball diamond, nice weather down there.
I see the school and the houses where the kids are.
Places to park by the factries and buildings.
Restaunts and bar for later in the evening.
Then we come to the farmlands, and the undeveloped areas.
And I have learned how these things work together.
I see the parkway that passes through them all.
And I have learned how to look at these things and I say,
(chorus)
I wouldnt live there if you paid me.
I couldnt live like that, no siree!
I couldnt do the things the way those people do.
I couldnt live there if you paid me to.
I guess its healthy, I guess the air is clean.
I guess those people have fun with their neighbors and friends.
Look at that kitchen and all of that food.
Look at them eat it guess it tastes real good.
They grow it in the farmlands
And they take it to the stores
They put it in the car trunk
And they bring it back home
And I say ...
(chorus)
I say, I wouldnt live there if you paid me.
I couldnt live like that, no siree!
I couldnt do the things the way those people do.
I wouldnt live there if you paid me to.
Im tired of looking out the windows of the airplane
Im tired of travelling, I want to be somewhere.
Its not even worth talking
About those people down there.
Goo goo ga ga ga
Goo goo ga ga ga
song performed by by Talking Heads
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With You
Ive held your hand so many times
But I still get the feeling I felt the very first time
Ive kissed your lips and laid with you
And I cherish every moment we spend in each others arms
I guess my eyes can only see as far as you
I only want to be with you
Weve come so far in so little time
Sometimes I wonder if this is meant to be
Sometimes you are so very kind
That the nights youre not with me Im scared that youre gonna leave
I guess you could say that Im just being a fool
But I only want to be with you
I guess you could say that Im just being a fool
But I always, always want to be with you
song performed by by Prince
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Do You Know
I need you awhile
My this was smile
My this was smile
I will be strong
I will carry on
And I'll always hold on to my smile
What would you say?
Would you say that it's sad for feeling this way?
What would you do if you were in my shoes?
In my
Do you know what I think?
Do you know what I think about it?
About it
I guess you don't know anything
You don't know anything about it
About it
Do you know what I think?
Do you know what I think about it?
About it
I guess you don't know anything
You don't know anything about it
About it
Dust in my eyes
I realize
That I'm thinking
Of you
I fit my car
I will go far
I'll be lonely
For you
What would you say?
Would you say that it's sad for feeling this way?
What would you do if you were in my shoes?
In my
Do you know what I think?
Do you know what I think about it?
About it
I guess you don't know anything
You don't know anything about it
About it
Do you know what I think?
Do you know what I think about it?
About it
I guess you don't know anything
You don't know anything about it
About it
song performed by by Cranberries from Wake Up And Smell The Coffee
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None More Selfish Than I
Some humans are such selfish creatures and none more selfish than I
The World revolves around me and praise of self I do enjoy
Some call it self survival or call it what you may
And meanwhile people dying of hunger every day.
I've never known what it feels like to be hungry or known of hunger pain
Yet of my poor existence I often do complain
So many poor and oppressed people would envy one like me
It surely can be a relative thing when one talks of poverty.
I meet so many selfish people who for themselves only care
Of the sufferings of others they don't even seem to care
As well as self centred they are ignorant and without thinking they say
That poverty is self inflicted in the World of today.
I may be a selfish bugger but in that I'm not alone
And I am one not without sin so I can't cast the stone
I feel that the World revolves around me how selfish can one be
And only the best of people are blessed with the gift of empathy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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That 'Is' Some Form Of Forgiveness
Those who unknowingly,
Rally around the ones who have lied...
And found themselves supporters of a deceit,
Are equally as quilty...
Of destroying others' lives.
With such an ambitious thoroughness.
Inflicting isolation upon others,
Because of what has been heard...
And prefabricated for selfish purposes,
Results in feelings of guilt.
Theirs!
And when the ones who have been victimized...
Have no desire to be around those who have acquired,
A following by deceit that has left them depleted...
Of doing another good deed.
It becomes discovered the extent of the damage done.
And a forgetting with a forgiveness,
Is not part of the mix.
No matter what the wholesome belief,
Of turning the other cheek may be.
'Do what?
Forgive?
After years of them actively participating,
In the ruining of my life?
With statements they've made,
That they have made mistakes?
And we are all human?
What an awakening!
My eyes are beginning to moist.
We must be on camera?
Are we on camera?
I've done something better.
I've removed them completely from memory.
In my mind they do not exist.
I guess that 'is' some form of forgiveness.
Isn't it? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That One Who Condones Assumptions
One who leeches and perceives,
They can not mooch off another...
Because it is believed,
That person has nothing to offer...
Or bring to the table for that one to feed,
And eat to feast freely...
Assumptions are kept.
And that person is left alone.
However...
When it is discovered a person can impress,
But refuses to address it...
To leave that to go unexpressed or addressed,
That person...
Who may have been the same one,
Sitting alone to condone assumptions...
Often becomes pestered by the ones,
Who 'thought' there was nothing there to mooch.
But there is always one thing known,
By that one who condones assumptions...
A peace of mind that has been earned and not borrowed,
Will never be nibbled upon to feed anyone...
Who first knows nothing about respect.
And yet expects...
Not to be suspected to be a selfish and self centered leech.
A wisdom obtained,
Isn't always something exposed and known...
To be part of a public domain.
And often it is best,
To play and hold one's cards...
As close to the chest as they can get.
Especially in some environments,
Where expressing disrespect to others...
Is not only accepted but expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Many Don't Get It At All
The bolder ones get all the gold.
At least this is the story we are told,
That's kept.
No matter who sits...
Regretting the guess.
Many have done it.
Many still live it.
And many don't get it at all.
Wondering about the menu.
And what deal appeals.
Wondering about the service.
And who cooked the meal!
After what they ate is gone...
Oh ooooh.
After feeling weak,
And not strong!
Many have done it.
Many still live it.
And many don't get it at all.
After what they ate is gone...
Oh ooooh.
After feeling weak,
And not strong!
The tried and true seem to know what to do.
After a bitter taste done has not left!
They don't repeat upsetting steps.
Many have done it.
Many still live it.
And many don't get it at all.
After what they ate is gone...
Oh ooooh.
After feeling weak,
And not strong!
Oh ooooh.
And knowing something has gone wrong.
Oh ooooh...
Becoming nauseous with themselves.
All day long.
Many have done it.
Many still live it.
And many don't get it at all.
After what they ate is gone!
Oh ooooh...
Knowing what they could have had,
Has-moved-on!
The bolder ones get all the gold.
At least this is the story we are told,
That's kept.
No matter who sits...
Regretting the guess.
And those who do not guess but live.
Are the ones who get the gold.
Many have done it.
Many still live it.
And many don't get it at all.
Feeling weak...
And not strong!
Oh ooooh.
Feeling they do not belong.
Oh ooooh...
And so many have done it.
Many still live it.
And many wont get it at all.
Because they're on their butts too long!
Oh ooooh...
Because they're on their butts too long!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guess Who Has Fewer Headaches?
The lesson I've learned,
From my own observations...
That had me debating what decision to make.
And I am the one left in an emotional state of mind?
That left me awake at nights from time to time.
And sometimes crying.
To begin hating myself because of someone else?
Well...
I have found a way,
To do what I can then to walk away.
With no feeling of guilt at all.
'Oh yeah?
What have you found,
To keep you smiling all day without making a frown? '
Today...
Whenever someone begins to argue with me,
As to 'how' I should rescue them from a quicksand pit.
And the person who needs to be saved...
Has a preference as to which device they would like,
Besides the kind and type of rope I brought to use...
To free them out and cleared from their own dilemma?
And they say to me the choice I made,
Isn't the one they would choose?
I have learned to do this...
Throw in the rope to tie it to a rock.
In knots!
And leave them with a decision to make on their own.
'But that is not the Christian thing to do.'
I know.
But guess who has fewer headaches?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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