Martyrized
I use to feel martyrized.
And sacrificial with a giving of myself,
As a belief.
To be of service to others.
And in the doing...
I cared little if I received.
But saved was I,
From complete stupidity.
When I thought of my deeds,
Becoming more unappreciated.
And that did not dawn on me...
Until someone told me this,
That turned on my 'reality' switch!
'You can not expect people,
To feel as passionate as you do.
Not about that which you assist them with...
Since they see you,
As someone who seeks something to prove.
They 'may' express a fleeting interest.
In what you perceive they value best.
You can not expect them to understand.
Since they believe 'you' are the one,
They extend the helping hand! '
Huh?
'Even though you exhaust yourself,
Sharing your 'gifts' and abilities.
You are they one they are 'patiently' accomodating.
And if what they do does not thoroughly please you,
They will get upset.
Abandon you and leave! '
I see!
Well...
Guess what?
They don't have to bother to do that at all!
I will!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Less Sweat
Why is it,
That someone will waste their skills...
And talents,
With a wish to perform with the giving of their gifts...
On someone else's created stage,
To shower them with 'their' brilliance.
Why would someone abandoned their own abilities,
To create their own stage from those resources given...
With a highlighting of those,
Who will not be demeaned because it is known...
They have a need to fit into the wrong places.
With a giving away to others...
Who look to make claims of discoveries stolen,
To produce their own names to be seen in lights.
Leaving people with talents to fight,
To be seen...
Only to have what they bring,
Used.
To be 'thanked' but excused from the audition process.
I 'feel' for those who are told their presence is not needed.
But their unique talents exposed were certainly used,
To be re-labelled and approved for purposes to market.
And...
With less sweat that had been sacrificed.
At the expense of stealing from someone their scene.
'We're sorry.
However,
Thank you for sharing with us your unique abilities.
We'll keep your 'info' in our files.
Expect to hear from us...
One day.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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People Expect Too Much From Me
aug,11,2010
people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?
poem by Mona Martinez
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Born to Feel Passion
I have been told
Not to expect others
To feel as passionate
About life as I do!
I thought that strange.
Especially...
Since those comments
Were from those
Living!
Or...
Maybe not!
And what I feel,
Is not real to them!
Perhaps for them it lacks appeal?
This life I have,
I am not in doubt...
Nor trying to figure out,
Who's life I have I am living!
Could they be right?
Could they be tossing,
And turning with sleepless nights...
Yearning?
It is my life.
And I thank God,
I was born to feel passion.
And as a bonus,
He added compassion.
Or...
Maybe not!
Maybe it is the other way around?
And they are right.
It is my life!
And I am confused...
As to which part of it lived to use?
And how much of it exposed,
I should be living and giving
First?
This life I live that comes to give...
As I live it,
Is unrehearsed!
I did not bother to watch others,
From a safety that is perched!
Perhaps,
I should just sit...
To watch others more experienced,
Living it...
In practice to arrange
A more suitable existence...
That protects,
And perfects it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect More
Expect more,
From yourself...
Before your self respect,
becomes enclosed
Behind shut doors.
Expect more,
Not less.
When your best,
Has been ignored.
Expect more,
Or you'll be next...
Left when your intentions,
Begin to bore.
Expect more,
From those awake.
But the exchange makes them snore.
Expect more,
If a game played becomes too straight.
And you must be that whore!
To gain the attention,
Some express you adore.
Expect more...
From them and yourself to win.
In this life expect more.
Don't accept what is suspected.
Don't throw tantrums and fits...
Just to keep limits explored!
Expect more!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect No Mercy
If youre ready for the street
You wanna mix it in some fight
Let me tell you somethin
Now I dont wanna get you uptight
But if youre in a corner
And you cant find no way out
Dont look around for no help
No, no there wont be any around
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
So you think you got a case
And you think you know the score
No you dont wanna listen
You cant be told no more
But waitll you get out there
You better do it right
cause the streets are lined with things that kill
And theyre hidin in the night
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Feel that you can cut it
You think you got the time
Theyll only give you one chance
Better get it right first time
And the game youre playing
If you lose you gotta pay
If you make just one wrong move
Youll get blown away
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Words and music by dan mccafferty, manny charlton, pete agnew,
And darrell sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for canada and u.s.a.)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world
International copyright secured
All rights reserved.
song performed by by Nazareth
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Here To Perform Tasks Then Leave
It is there within us,
Left safe...
And kept protected.
All of our fears we do not admit,
There is 'something' in the mix...
That does not satisfy what we get.
'What about 'me'?
Are my feelings not legitimate?
Why aren't they perceived? '
And yet,
With all there is from us to give...
Many live to know of this.
There is a feeling of dismissal.
And this is lived with acknowledgement.
We must live and trust,
That a power far greater than us...
Knows our deeds.
And we believe this 'power' relieves,
With an erasing done of a grief...
We did not originate to initiate,
Those feelings of distrust received.
And yet,
We spend our lives regretting...
A sacrifice we do that comes to upset,
Those unappreciated efforts made...
Gone unrespected and left to go undetected,
By those we feel are close to our hearts.
Not all,
But many feel they are not benefactors...
Of what they know to be,
An unconditional love that is given.
And received by others as if from the giver,
This to them is meant to be a special delivery!
'What about 'me'?
I am not living ungrateful or selfishly.
What about me,
We ask.
Am I here just to perform tasks,
Then leave?
What about me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Belong Here
We all have somewhere we belong
I been waiting to know where my place is
I know one place for me and is New Jersey
Coming here change my life so much
I just feel like I
Don’t belong here
I just want to leave here forever
After I made my mistakes
Everything change that I never picture
Will happend and what I have done
I didn’t expect any of this
I never learn from my mistakes and just keep doing
People keep blaming me,
Giving me dirty looks and stared at me
When someone told something to them
Rumors spread about me all the time
It never end and puting me down
I’m so sick of this people and this town
I didn’t mean to do any of this on purpose
I just couldn’t made up my mind
I don’t belong here
These people are jerks and just act nice because
They feel sorry for me
I feel sorry for them too
I’m just annoy and tiring by all this going on
I try and put all my strength into it
There nothing else I can do to make this people
Think different of me
So it best if I leave and leave all this memories behind
That I don’t want to remember
I just feel like I
Don’t belong here
poem by Christina Phan
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How?
How can I explain it?
How can I make this sound legit?
How can I possibly describe how I feel?
How can I prove to you that this is real?
How can I start?
How can I tell you exactly what I feel in my heart?
How much would you like to hear?
How much do you want to know my dear?
How can I show you?
How much must I do?
How can you not see?
How much do you think he means to me?
How can I expect you to understand?
How can I describe how perfectly we fit hand-in-hand?
How?
poem by Ashley Reese
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Ive Come To Expect It From You
So upset
Nervous wreck
I cant believe she said goodbye
Sit and smoke
Cry and joke
About these tears in my eyes
Chorus:
How could you do what you gone and done to me
I wouldnt treat a dog the way you treated me
But thats what I get
Ive come to expect it from you
A million times
A million lines and I bought em every one
You dont care
You rip and tear every dream Ive counted on
I guess I should thank my unlucky stars
That Im alive
And youre the way you are
But thats what I get
Ive come to expect it from you
Chorus
I could raise hell
But what the hell it wouldnt do a bit of good
I can leave
My heart agrees it seems to think that I should
There wont be no more next time doing me wrong
Youll come back this time to find that Im gone
But thats what you get
You should expect that from me
Thats what I get
Ive come to expect it from you.
song performed by by George Strait
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How Can I Give That
Thank you for helping me,
Protect my steps.
Happy I am that my seriousness,
Has convinced you...
My footprints made,
Were placed in a direction...
To be respected as I thought,
You too wanted kept.
And now that I know,
My best efforts...
You prove you wish not to neglect,
I am happy you now see...
It is about maintaining one's integrity.
And IF you express a giving of this to me...
I have nothing but that,
From me to you to show I can and will do.
You deserve the best.
But how can I give that,
If you take for granted my seriousness?
And my seriousness to deliver...
You should always expect.
In fact...
I would not mind if you demanded it.
Since this will tell me our feelings are mutual.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seperate Reality
You came from a non-physical reality.
We won't ask you to act accordingly
until your 'tuning' to the frequency
is complete.
We will not expect you to compete.
You will return to
a non-physical reality
when your body meets it's demise
no matter what you think you cannot do.
Is the lesson complete?
There is only one test for the answer...
if you are still able
to draw another breath, it's not.
It is the belief in what you cannot see
that is what you need...
and nothing that you're convinced
you've got.
poem by Robert Scott Cohn
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An end of an edge
What do we think of giving to our children in hand?
Garden blossoming with beautiful flowers in barren land?
Do we want to leave for them no ancestral asset?
We need to leave for them clear option to reset
We might have done nothing or trained in different way
They might have been suppressed at home without any say
All sorts of restrictions and no room for fresh air to breath
Are we not sending them to gallows or near to the death?
Do we really think that knowledge is confined only in books?
Is it not out of date to prepare bad food and serve s an expert cook?
They will have no ideas as what to do or follow?
We must give little time to shape for them or allow
It is an age of open competition with vast knowledge
They may have chance to prove their excellence on edge
We did all mischief in our life to create gulf and wedge
How all of sudden we wake up when reached to an end of age?
Care them nicely so they come up of their own
You are their guide and path must be shown
You must see to it that they are fully grown
You can expect better yield when seeds are properly sown
Every parent would love to do so many things
They want their children on top with best doing
They may feel bad only when they fall short
They may bear pain and keep it hiding in fort
It will be fort turned into fortress
They will store feelings in form of stress
They may expect nothing more or nothing less
If we fail to deliver well then they may hardly be able to face
We got to be prove our selves as good gardener
We must be able o understand and able to garner
It is undeveloped mind wanting every possible care
We need to take them to the near goal or somewhere
We can mauled them in a way it is desired
They are upcoming lots and to be admired
It is not only our duty but our obligation
It should be discharged without any question
When they are up and in full blossom?
Roots may be firmly placed at the bottom
There has to be complete spring with nice scene
It will be pleasant to see and enjoy the fruits even seen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not On the Same Page
'You can't expect others to feel,
The same way you feel about what you do! '
Oh!
Oh..okay!
At least I know now,
How you feel about things!
That's a relief.
You can get off my back now.
And hand me the water supply.
Along with the maps I've drawn...
With names and addresses,
To assist you if anything should happen to me!
I see what you mean.
It is a lighter weigh to carry...
Once clarification is understood for what it is!
Thank you!
I didn't realize we were not on the same page!
You have made my outlook much more easier.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Holocaust of pretty words
It’s a holocaust of pretty words and crooked smiles.
You expect me to laugh it off.
You expect me to be fine.
You expect for me to wake up and keep on living with this genocide.
“All it was…”
I want to know what it wasn’t.
I want you to pinpoint to where and when and at what part you thought this was okay.
But you won’t.
I guess some things really are better left unsaid.
Like the time I cut myself.
I never told you, but I bled all over the shower.
It stained the curtain and my hands.
I lied, red-handed:
This is a holocaust of pretty words and crooked smiles.
I can’t sleep with the weight of this mistake on my shoulders.
I can feel the poison from your last touch seep into my skin.
I can’t sleep knowing this is genocide.
poem by Cait Oiler
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What Can I Do
I wish youd stop and
Give a helping hand
For I guess Im only half a man
I feel the only way for me to leave
Is just to give you
Everything I can give
cause without you, without you
What can I do
I will give you all the love I have
Just to know you stop me
Being so sad
I hope you wont think
So badly of me
cause I had to tell you
This could break myself in
Being helpless is a habit of mine
No one else can understand
You are the one to
Help me to survive
If youre any friend of mine
Yesterday you gave a helping hand
To some one youll
Never understand
Though I tried to tell you of this way
You said I had nothing
Constructive to say
But without you, without you
What can I do ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Very Little Time To Spend Socializing
It takes much more than talk...
To produce results.
And more than taking notes,
At a meeting.
It takes much more,
Than asking questions...
To define a reason,
That might combine with one's whine!
In the process of 'doing'...
And getting that achieved,
Is a process not too many...
Are disciplined enough to accomplish.
Many people would rather socialize,
And discuss what should be on an agenda.
Than to acknowledge what they've done,
To set their deeds in motion.
The ones pursuing those missions,
Find very little time to spend socializing.
With or without,
Embellishing what they've done.
About to do...or plan!
'You can't expect everyone,
To feel the same way you do...
About what it is you do! '
That seems to be more your campaign than mine.
I don't have time to expect anything from anyone!
I guess that's why I call it,
My business!
You know...
Like stay out of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Sorry Your So Happy
I'm sorry that I'm so scared
I'm sorry you cried my tears
I'm even sorry that you were
so glad to be with me
I'm sorry to've led you on
I'm sorry that I'm so worn
I'm even sorry for trying to be good to you
I'm sorry you felt so safe
I'm sorry for all your love
I'm even sorry to've been your inspiration
For everything you did for me
My firends and my family
Even strangers who I thought
could use a helping hand
For all the love you gave to me
The dreams that you shared with me
But most of all, I'm sorry that
I couldn't love you
I'm sorry for the good times
And the joy that I made you feel
The satisfaction that you got
From being close to me
I'm sorry for the laughter
For holding your gentle hand
And making you feel
so damned lucky
For every smile that I gave to you
And every kiss that you received.
But most of all, I'm sorry that
I couldn't love you
For every gift you received
Sent, but not with love, rather
The belief that I was doing the
Right thing
I'm sorry to've made you feel
That you were lucky
For having found me
Or comfortable now that you'd
Found love
I'm sorry I couldn't trust you
But wouldn't tell you how I felt
I'm sorry that you believed I
needed you or something
I'm sorry that, I'm sorry, so sorry that
I just couldn't love.
poem by Njeri Bondagebreak
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I Know Who You Are
Again...
I must thank You,
For the joy that I get.
Satisfaction You show me,
From my devotion which is complete.
My faithfulness given to You,
Has been received.
I must thank You,
For my happiness and rest.
My mind is not in doubt.
Nor do I have to guess.
I know who You are.
I must thank you,
For my life that is blessed.
I feel i can express this,
Since what I've done and do...
You are there to accept!
Again,
I must thank You.
I feel within committed.
Nothing I have pursued...
Has been done without You.
I must thank You,
For my happiness and rest.
My mind is not in doubt.
Nor do I have to guess.
I know who You are.
And 'that' is all I need to know.
I know who You are.
And without You...
I could not grow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Free Fee Days Without Acknowledgement
If I am to become of service to you...
At who's expense,
Would my deeds be dispersed...
And dispensed?
What would be the benefit...
If I should exhaust my time,
Just for the goodness of it?
And if I am expected to produce my best...
Would you make it a priority,
To ensure my needs are met?
And when I am done to your satisfaction...
Would you make it clear,
Your appreciation is sincere?
Or would you do like others have done...
Take full credit!
To leave me with none.
And left ignore to make comments...
Like I've heard before,
'Why should you expect anything...
For something you do,
That comes so easy for you! '
So don't take offense,
If I mention I like to eat.
And my needs require a fee.
Since begging to me,
No longer returns a dollar...
Or makes sense.
Especially when my time I have spent!
While others offer nothing,
But a look of surprise when I make hints...
That my bills need to be paid.
Also my rent!
'You are either going to feed me...
Pay me!
Or never bother me again!
And if you choose to pay me...
It will be the fee I say.
Those free fee days without acknowledgement,
Have gone!
If I'm gonna slave like I did in those days...
These days I want to get paid!
With a clarity of my wants and needs exchanged,
Appropriately with compensation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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