Label Yourself Anything You Wish
Why is it that you feel,
You 'must' seek a definition...
To label me and what it is I do?
And I should fit comfortably within,
Your limited boundaries?
If that works for 'you...
Fine!
Haven't I already 'suggested' to you,
Approval and acceptance are not words...
In my vocabulary?
In fact...
I think the notion of both is ridiculous!
Why are you staring at me like that?
It's true.
I do!
Can we at least agree,
You have visions of building bigger boxes.
And I will always find a way to look outside of them!
There is no need to ruin your indigestion over this.
Or roll your eyes.
Call me names.
Or do your offensive thing!
You...
Not me,
Waste time!
I've stated to you...
You can label yourself anything you wish.
Great.
The Best.
Untouchable.
Monkey Doodle...
Whatever!
I-am-not-into-that...period.
What you do...
And how you achieve 'mental security'
Is 'not' going to change...
What OR 'whom' with an 'It' or an 'Is',
That provides my insight.
And that is 'not' YOU!
It will 'never' be you!
Why are you on my doorstep,
Trying to convince me of that?
Why can't you just go home and relax?
Chill out?
Why is it you've got me in your head like that?
You've got to be sexually frustrated!
Or severely impaired by a lack of comprehension!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Theres No Label In Me
I have no label,
I have a life to live,
I have a family that cares for me,
Why label yourself,
Why choose to be emo, goth, prep, or whatever,
Why,
Can you answer that yourself,
Can find the answers I seek in this poem,
I have no label,
I am me,
I have found me,
My life is a cycle,
It runs around in circles,
Theres no label in me,
Don't label yourself until you know what your are or who you are.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Label me Not
Label me not
because the color
of my skin.
Label me not
whether I'm fat
or thin.
Label me not
because of my
religious belief.
Label me not
whether I'm strong
or weak.
Label me not
because of
my disability.
Label me not
just except me
for me
Not A Label… Poem, Prose or Thesis
Go out and get a name for…you…
Yes! Feminist if you must…
But a name of your own…
It's not a label…it's freedom for you…
Your will…your perspective…
Your personal therapy…
Men fine you(Ooo…Ahhh)
When you act(Ooo..Ahhh)
But a MAN…fines you Ooo..Ahh
When you show him Oooo..Ahh
Not a label but a feminist for sure…
That is the Oooo and the Ahhh is allowing…
Him to fly…invited of course…ha..ha…
A certain kind of mind for you…
That certain kind of woman…
Not a label…just free will…
And empowerment of steel…
That is what a mom is…
The sun holds nothing new…
But you as woman do…
God bless Amerika…
My home sweet home…
Not a label…born to a Willie lynch stable…
But did not silence Mom's Mable…
Still can't say what need to said…
Females put it into dreads…
Walking tall…and being free…was about being …YOU
Not a label…But the queen of the queen of the day…
Before the day …Woman was born…
You do not have to be top-less
To be law-less…
A free minded woman is top-less in mind
And law-less with time…
Her respect is now…before you wake…
Not a label…but a fact…
Her word is law…
Re-move your paw…
No means, no…not yes…
And those things you call gold
Don't make you bold…
But me cold…
The game is getting…old..
I…AM…YOUR…QUEEN…
BOW…wow…I'm in your view…
Move aside…coming thought …
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Those Kinds Of Branding To Label Traps
Do I have a 'Doctorate's Degree? '
No!
Nor is my approach and methods to learning,
Certifiably accepted by those approved...
Who do have such credentials.
But I am blessed to observe,
And connect with a consciousness...
I did not earn to be professed.
Or be one labelled as a scholar,
To prove a thought process within me that yearns.
And not a book do I read that has helped me achieve,
A common sense.
With experience and a willingness to learn,
Has assisted in the documenting...
What may be perceived as an approved 'Ivy Leaguer'.
I could not afford,
To waste my resources...
On those kinds of branding to label traps.
I've been saved from living my life,
Limited to impress others like that.
And nothing I believe in,
Has been certified to be classified...
With stamps of approval to identify as controlled.
To maintain standards beheld to uphold to teach...
A releasing of comprehension that limits one's attention span.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Your Face Turns Blue Or Red
You can attack what I've said all you want.
In fact you have an open invitation.
But you will never be able to decipher,
What is in my head.
You can dig with a shovel...
Until your face turns blue or red.
To chill or heat from what's been said.
Or determine to conclude from what you've read!
You are not aware from where my thoughts begin.
Or 'who' is behind the 'what'
That influences them!
There is a process that has no specific beginning,
Or an ending that could satisfy me within.
My tongue unleashes with words that seem to spin...
From eyes I have not yet seen,
And apparently neither does 'this thing' screen.
Revealing with a meaning,
From other dimensions we exist in!
Defining with comprehension,
As I receive these mental visions.
I am used like a human instrument...
With a consciousness,
I am neither for nor against...
As I am just the participant.
And accepting how this happens without a defense,
That pleases me to know it is intended!
Like you,
I too am a witness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To What Degree Will A Rating Achieve?
I've read your 'work'.
And I think you are great.
But there is a dilemma.
You wish from me,
To select a rate.
And I ask myself,
'Is it easier for me,
Than it is to rate?
And on what scale of approval,
Do I show I appreciate?
Do I give what I've read...
A 5?
Or 10?
Or...
Perhaps an 8?
And...
If I don't rate at all,
Will this choice irritate?
I've read your 'work'.
And I think you are great.
But there is a dilemma.
You wish from me,
To select a rate.
Is saying you are 'great' not enough,
From me.
And to what degree,
Will a rating achieve?
Will you still produce your greatness?
Or...
Will you leave this activity.
To find one that appeases your ego to please?
Or...
Do you seek an approval and acceptance,
To express from YOUR heart...
I neither feel or see.
Or can say I have experienced from your point of view.
What will a rating from me,
Prove and do for you?
A success you wish to be,
Outwardly and not internally from yourself expressed?
Perhaps I am getting too 'old' to Get It!
I once believed what one loved was self motivating.
But today...
Many are blinded by stars in their eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holding Onto The Reins
Easy it becomes to discredit and despise,
A thought process from one that is done.
If the process is committed to reveal outcomes.
And if those outcomes stated,
Become a cause for others to debate...
With a seeking of a way,
To label those statements created...
Crazed.
And initiated by someone who is inebriated.
Exhilarated by an addiction of ego.
Only time will find the ones debating,
With nothing left to say.
Observations deliberatedly overlooked...
Often haunts,
The status quo with a dismay that daunts.
A way of life assumed to be lived...
Rarely escapes from becoming outdated.
And if not lived on a daily basis,
Offends those attempting to keep it unchanged.
And the ones who have chosen to acknowledge this,
Seem not to defend a lack of acceptance.
Since there is no apparent reason to prove an intoxication.
Knowing how difficult it is to convince,
Those accustomed to riding in horse drawn carriages...
There can be a smoother ride had by all,
By an updating of their vehicles now pulled by engines.
To roll upon air inflated tires.
Many electrified and others simply using the adding of gas.
Some have their grasp on the past so tight,
They keep beliefs with wishes kept...
That those who wish to usher them into the light,
Are those too jealous to admit they are envious...
Of those holding onto the reins of the horses they guide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's Rude
I am not the one to call you names.
However...
I have perfected a few facial expressions.
'Really?
I'm impressed already.
Go on.
I'd like to see them.'
When I roll my eyes up...
And they remain there a few seconds,
That means your conversation...
Is beginning to become disbelieved.
'Hmmm.
Okay.'
When I roll my eyes to the left,
And I begin to nibble on my bottom lip...
I am asking myself,
'Why am I listening to this bunch of...
Malarkey.'
With the hopes you notice I am doing it.
'Uh huh.
Go on.'
When my eyes roll from left to right,
And widen wide...
That should give you a clue,
I know that you lie.
'Uh...hmmm.
And...
What else you got? '
And if I begin to roll them around,
Twice.
And leave them left staring at the ground...
And my head is bowed,
With my hand resting on my forehead?
Nothing you have said,
Am I interested in.
'I THINK I would rather have you call me names.'
Oh...
I left out one thing.
If my hand goes over my mouth like this...
And you can't hear a thing I say,
That means you have gotten the message.
And standing next to me,
You will not stay.
'I'm sorry.
What did you say?
You have your mouth covered.
So...
Now you rather just wave and walk away?
That's rude.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance
Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in
I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me
I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got
I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember
Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?
Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance
I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out
I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have
Acceptance
poem by David Knox
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No Qualifications
Now he wanted to fly all those big aeroplanes
Trans-continental and back home again
But his brain, it was grounded
His head could not cope
No qualifications, no reasons for hope
They told him the right way to fasten his tie
Beat him for laughing and never said why
They left his for dead when the results came through
And still never asked what he wanted to do
No qualifications so late in the day
Weve screwed you up, well, now you make your own way
Now to label your trousers and label your shoes
If you dont wear nothing then label that too
No qualifications, you are the time born
If you wanna succeed you better get some qualifications
So late in the day
Weve screwed you up, well, now you make your own way
song performed by by Chris Rea
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If there was ever any truth to the trickle-down theory, the only evidence of it I've ever seen was in that period of 1960 to 1965. All of sudden they were handing out major label recording contracts like they were coming in Cracker Jack boxes.
quote by Dave Van Ronk
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I had been with the label since I was 21. The label wanted shiny pop but I didn't. I found a little independent and we've got all these great reviews in England and now it has gone gold.
quote by Alison Moyet
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Keep Moving Forward
Returning attention given to those seeking it,
By telling you what you are not...
And what you could do to improve your status,
For their approval and acceptance...
Should give you a clue as to what it is they do.
And have done with the time to them given.
However...
IF you return back to them nothing to work with,
By giving them closed lips and forward movement...
Something done in the doing of that,
Will be more than enough than they have done...
Most of their lives they themselves have validated.
You need not to say or do a thing to bring yourself,
Down to a level to appease people like this.
Since it should be obvious to you as this is viewed,
They have yet to find themselves...
To stop a wasting of their time to find others,
Willing to waste their minds and time collectively.
With no improvement or a wish to seek progress.
The only thing done one can do for people like this,
Is to keep moving forward.
With a leaving behind with them a hint as to your abilities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Waste Of Time
you want to think I have a problem
well think again it lies within you
you act so rude and immature
ill act the same I wont acknowledge you
but yet you still want to run your mouth
well why even waste your time
I despise your whole existence
and that's the bottom line
your a waste of time
don't waste my time
no need for adolescent gossip
fact is that you need to grow up
don't concern yourself with my life
because I could care less what you do
you say hello to my face
ingrates and sellouts to our backs
its no miscommunication
guts is something that you lack
your a jealous bitter waste of time
there is no need to pretend
I don't owe you a thing
don't act like we are friend
you wonder why I feel like this
come on open up your eyes
your all mindless and gutless
that is why I say
I could care less what you do
your just a waste of time
song performed by by Unseen
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If the label presents them with a contract that the band don't want to sign, all the label has to do is wait. There are a hundred other bands willing to sign the exact same contract, so the label is in a position of strength.
quote by Steve Albini
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Frustrated
Im frustrated cuz i cant tell if it's real
Frustrated because i don't know how you feel.
Im frustrated cuz you didnt call last night.
Frustrated because there is no trust.
Im frustrated cuz i need you night and day
Frustrated because i can't have things my way.
Im frustrated cuz you never want to hold my hand.
Frustrated because im starting to understand.
Im frustrated cuz we cant be together.
Frustrated because i'll remember you for ever.
poem by Isabel Vicuna
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Art of Label
From unknown brand, to popular demand
From positive thinking, to negative connotation
From taboo talk, to receptive secret
Label is a name the world calls
Could be the hero, could be the monster
Could be the criminal, could be the coward
The value of meaning, the price of nothing
Label is the role in our play
In the cover, in the collar
In the street, in the store
In people’s judge, in your heart
Label is glued in every action
The mark of past, the seal of memory
The level of pride, the tool of impression
The trapping image, the damn prejudice
Label is never everything you are
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Salt Is.... Just Salty
There's so much in this world I cannot explain
The greatest scholars try in vain
Not because the knowledge is so loft
Not because we're growing soft
Nor because it's abstract
But in fact
Quite the opposite
Because some words there's just not a definition that can fit
The problem doesn't come from the objects
It's the simplicity that does perplex
Even the wisest of us all
Our logic does fall
Because it is so far below
How do we define the? What about slow
There's salt, and memory, and even know
What do we know if we don't know such words
People complain of jargon, taxonomic names for birds
But they can't even define what's simple
With that problem, man we got our hands full
We just cop out
Said that salt is salty, the is the, we live without
A real definition, but I think it's those words that are most profound
Belief, God Truth the list goes on, but this is where true wisdom is found
There's the trivial we can seek define
Or there's the words that matter most which will define
Us, it's those words I think that we should not just verbalize
But instead simply realize
That the definition is known by experience
It's indescribable because they're just that amazing
Our inexperience
Of what's unimportant is as tragic as not knowing
Our own Father, and the pursuit of other things to define us
Is as trivial as looking for a definition of truth.
poem by David Knox
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Don't Worry
my secerts are coming out,
every lie gets bigger and bigger,
afraid of what people might find,
scares me to death,
i want one thing,
but what i want,
is not agreeable,
to die and ease the pain,
would you agree?
life gets hard take the easy way out.
wouldn't you do the same?
call me crazy,
you don't know me,
or what i go through,
it my choice,
to choose what i want,
back off,
i know what i want,
don't stop me,
i just want to go,
set me free,
from this pain and sarrow,
that left in this world,
wouldn't you agree?
i love you all,
but, my choice is almost made up,
just let me go i'll be fine.
Copyright © 2009
3-11-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Operator
Operator, oh could you help me place this call
You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded
She's livin' in l.a.
With my best old ex-friend ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated
Isn't that the way they say it goes
But let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So i can call just to tell them i'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow
I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels
Operator, oh could you help me place this call
'cause i can't read the number that you just gave me
There's something in my eye's
You know it happens every time
I think about the love that i thought would save me
Isn't that the way they say it goes
But let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So i can call just to tell them i'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow
I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels
Operator, oh let's forget about this call
There's no one there i really wanted to talk you
Thank you for your time
Oh you've been so much more than kind
And you can keep the dime
Isn't that the way they say it goes
But let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So i can call just to tell them i'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow
I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels
song performed by by Jim Croce
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