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None of This Would Have Been Mentioned

It was only 'after' they acknowledged me,
That you accused me of not telling you.
Whatever it was they had to mention.
But...
I had gone to you first to exclaim my good news.
And you ignored me.
In fact...
You wanted to bring 'that' to my attention!
As I recall.

I didn't approach them at all.
If they had not acknowledged me...
You would not have cared or known.
And I knew that.
Remember this...
I am no stranger.
And if I had been...
I would have gotten your attention.
And none of this would have been mentioned.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Prioritized Attention Given

Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
From someone else that is mentioned.
To show they are willing,
To give another attention.
Something given to be received,
And acknowledged.
That satisfies a 'soul' to behold.

It seems unfair!
Not right,
That few appear to hog all of the attention.
All of the time.
Day 'and' night.
And some even making appearances,
Unintended.
In dreams of others unannounced.
Then disappear from sight.
As if they were invited.
To come and go as they please.
No wonder people are uptight.

Have you ever stopped to think.
Why is some create tension?
That end in conflict.
Or prolonging of unnecessary fights.
From birth this seems to be our first appetite.
We demand to get that attention fed.

Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
A spoiled child whining.
With determination,
Will get some of it.

That's why many develop unhealthy addictions.
Smoking, drinking and over eating.
Whatever it is.
Something inside is needing to feed,
The grabbing of others' eyes.
Even if it takes an accidental stumbling into someone...
On public streets.
To then apologize.
Some kind of contact from another is what we all seek.
Whether or not that contact is obnoxious.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Personalized And Thought To Be

Nobody lives,
Without some kind of conflict going on...
That is personalized and thought to be,
Experienced to feel as if alone.
To get an attention paid to it.
And...
As human beings we like to be acknowledged,
By somebody else we want to believe cares.
This is as natural as the passing of gas.
It may not be socially etiquette to admit it done,
But everybody does it to do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Wish To Be Seen

I saw you the other day.
And you 'acted' as if,
You didn't know nobody!

'I did?
And where were you? '

Standing in the same line you were in,
At the grocery store the other day.
And the end of that long line.

'If I didn't see you,
Why didn't 'you' say something to 'me'? '

I'm not like that.
I don't like to bring undo attention to myself.
And besides...
You could have turned around,
To see who was standing behind you.

'You are so right.
But...
Aren't you glad I didn't?
That would have brought an undo attention,
You certainly didn't ask for.
And you were there for just one purpose.
To purchase groceries.
And I...
Stood there as patiently as possible,
With a wish to be seen.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Sold On Ridiculousness

There is nothing like feeding the mind by reading.
Or paying attention by listening.
And connecting these elements with observation.
There is nothing like it!

There is nothing that addresses comprehension,
Better than what has been mentioned.
But then again...

There will be those who will waste debate,
To satisfy themselves and their pretensions!
With discussions about the quality of the approach delivered.
And IF it 'twas handled with appropriate etiquette.
As relating to the current season.
And whether or not...
The credentials of the messenger impressed.

'All that just to pay attention to something? '

I've seen some folks sold on ridiculousness!
Based upon what color they were...
And how they were dressed.

'I'm willing to bet that's how this mess was created! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Path You Chose

I can remember even as a child
you looked at life as a curiosity.
Asking questions beyond your years,
you were a ‘one off’ oddity.

Even then you had eccentric ways,
it was just the way you were.
You didn’t do it for the attention,
but you got it, and didn’t care.

Your weirdness didn’t bother me,
I accepted you as my friend.
Whenever you were bad mouthed
I defended you to the end.

I was also very proud of you
for your unpretentious way.
You were what I aspired to be,
each and every day.

You saw beyond what others saw,
the grim horrors of poverty.
You wanted to try and eradicate
corruption and dishonesty.

You became a rebel with a cause,
with extreme points of view,
but diplomacy didn’t bring fast returns,
so violence became a part of you.

Your cause changed your character,
you didn’t care who lived or died.
I didn’t like what you had become,
so we said a last goodbye.

The news media kept me up to date
with your violent troubled mind.
Your cause was now to create anarchy,
anywhere and at anytime.

Alcohol and drugs accompanied you
on a different search for paradise.
You, your uniqueness, and your way,
had became someone you despised.

I now look back with deep regret,
perhaps if I hadn’t walked away,
you wouldn’t be lying here today,
with me talking of yesterday.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Andy Warhol Was Right

Twisted Little Daydreams
Memories with pain
Locking me behind the closet door
I will be a good boy
Promise I wont run
Sit quite in my room
Playing with my toy gun
Now I'm older but the memories
still eat me like disease.
Alone in the darkness
watching you on my t.v.
Why did God make you so famous
when he only spit on me.
I want to bathe in your light.
I want to be on the news.
If I take your life
its nothing personal.
Just a boy and his toy gun
dying for attention.
I'm sitting on the steps.
The sun is sinking low.
The world gets very quiet
as the street lamps start to glow.
I step out and I raise my gun
time just seems to slow.
For a moment I can see myself
trapped in your reflection.
I'm angry and I'm lonely
and I'm dying for attention.
I want to bathe in your light.
I want to be on the news.
If I take your life
its nothing personal.
Just a boy and his toy gun
dying for attention.
Dying for attention.
Mama

song performed by by Warrant
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For the Sake of Saving Themselves

When a people find justification,
To do what they please...
When.
Where.
And how they get pleased,
Repeatedly.
Under false pretensions.
Regardless of whose blood bleeds.
Retribution is sought.

And none of that is mentioned,
Nor acknowledged.
To intelligently seek...
Alternatives as a means,
For an intervention!
Is encouraged by goes ignored.

And devious intentions continue,
To have it their way!
As if selecting from a menu.
Whatever it is that has them craving.

There are lessons gone untaught.
Or something misunderstood,
That has to be obeyed...
And brought to their attention!
For the sake of saving themselves,
From disgrace or worse...
That may curtail their fates.

Especially during times,
When blatant hate is displayed.
And common sense moves away,
Further from their minds!
To leave them totally isolated...
In an arrogance that depletes,
Those of this kind.
Those like them who are blind.
Those who have cut off,
Their own life lines!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Were The Topic Of Our Conversations

I didn't know that about you?

'I never knew you had the interest?
Never to me before had it been expressed.'

You did not bring it up.

'How could I?
You were the topic of our conversations.'

But you could have said something about yourself.
And that...
Which I didn't know about you,
I had to learn from someone else.

'And you would have given me the attention?
When talking about yourself is what you do best?
You never stop to take a breath.
And that...
I do know about you.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick to Defend a Perception

Many are quick to defend,
A perception they have...
That they can do a balancing act,
While juggle balls.
Chew gum and hop on one foot.

Until it is brought to their attention...
Whatever it is they are perceiving,
Would be more impressive and believed...
If the cleaning of their own backyards,
Was for them a priority.
And accomplished to the best of their ability.

People are then more inclined to be forgiving,
Once it is acknowledged...
What one pursues to do,
Is in addition to what one has already done...
Successfully.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prison Song

(Your attention please. As warden Abbiss announced ealier this week, Ionia state penitentiary
Is now number one in the country among inmate education. Thirty-one percent of you have earned
Your GED and or diplomas this year alone. As promised we now present to you in concert, your
Own fellow inmate Syn. Let's keep it cool and conduct ourselves properly boys. Let's show the
Warden we can do this again sometime. Here is Syn.)
I can remember, all that she gave to me
I can remember, how much she hated me
I can remember, just what she kept from me (Bitch!)
And I remember, all that she left to me
I can recall it, when the love was gone
I can recall it, when the pain was strong
I can recall it, when her palm would flash for what seemed like all night the terror would
Last
I can remember, the look in my brother's eyes
I can remember, whats left but another try?
I can remember, the heat in the summer time
And I remember, all that was never mine
I can recall it, when the love was gone
I can recall it, when the pain was strong
I can recall it, when her palm would flash for what seemed like all night the terror would
Last
I'm not here tryin to make amends
Turn back time and I'd kill her again
It's what I call justifiable sin
Cock the hammer back!
And I put two in
I can remember, half her head was gone
And I remember, it was all over the lawn
Also remember, the cops were everywhere
I can remember, I didn't even care
I can recall it, when the love was gone
I can recall it, when the pain was strong
I can recall it, when her palm would flash for what seemed like all night the terror would
Last
I'm not here tryin to make amends
Turn back time an

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Handle

Theirs thing’s I can handle
But you not being around is one of them
Day in day out I wish I was with you
We use to see each other every day
Now I’m lucky to see you once a month
If I do see you, it’s a total of maybe 5 minutes
That’s what I get
Do you really care?
You say you want to do things with me.
But why with me?
What makes me so special?
I tried and explain to you that I don’t do that.
Felt like I was talking to a wall.
How come you never want to pay attention?
For the first time in my life I had rumors about me.
It wasn’t even like they where good rumors.
Shit I wouldn’t want nothing spread around.
Especially when their not true.
It’s stuff I don’t even believe in.
But you saw more to it then just some rumor.
Random people would come and question your sexuality.
You didn’t even give a shit.
You didn’t care what people thought of you.
But me.
See I’m different.
I cared so much that it hurt me.
I want to disappear and never come back.
You could give two shits as long as you got your attention.
Every body bow down the princess is here.

poem by Ashley Olson
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Not Impressed

I find it odd,
That you would want 'me'
To pay 'you' attention!

Especially when it has been centuries,
My existence has been ignored.

I am flattered by the attention.
But if you don't mention I am not impressed.
Neither will I.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If To Just Listen

I can give you my attention.
But please do not mention,
The time I spend.
Or the quality of it.
When yours I can not depend.
I care about your welfare.
If I did not,
I would not be here.
When I'm in need of your appearance...
It is as if you have disappeared.
And I am not here to compare cares!
I am here to make it clear,
I care whether you are aware of it or not!
Am I the only one...
That has come to knock on your door?
Am I the only one...
To come to you,
When my wants and wishes you have ignored?
But then I remember too...
This 'is' all about you!
As it has been for quite sometime.
Isn't that true?
Even when you whine...
Who can you count on,
To give you their time?
Whether or not...
You appreciate that it's mine to give,
To you to abuse!
I can give you my attention.
But please do not mention,
The time I spend.
Or the quality of it.
When yours I can not depend.
Whenever I may be in,
A need to have you near...
If to just listen!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Splitting Team-mates

Splitting team-mates,
To see them challenge each other...
For an attention,
Others they should have never listened...
Had convinced them to get.
A wished individual attention mentioned.
Has taught,
With time lost...
A costing for all,
Their payment to receive defeat.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Remember

[1st Verse:]
It was 3 O' clock in the mornin'
And you told me to come over
Told me about your crazy fantasy
So I jumped up in my rover
Had to climb in your window
Cuz your moms and pops was sleep
When I did you just took one look
And you jumped all over me

[Chorus:]
Girl what you did to me last night
It's somethin' that I rather not mention
But you had me standin' at attention
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Remember what we did last night?
We boned on yourr momma's couch
And we knocked the springs right out
Do you remember? Do you remember?

[2nd Verse:]
You told me this sexual thing
That you wanted to do
Also that i'm the first one
You ever did this to
You made me feel so good girl
I thought that I was dreamin'
My mind was so far away
I forgot what I was thinkin'

[Chorus]

[Girl talking:]
Girl

song performed by by Ginuwine from 100% Ginuwine
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Personal Attention

Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs

Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds

Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs

Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds

poem by Robert John Meehan
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I Didn't Pay That Much Attention

You came to rip me up to bits...
Then you were gone.
And I stood there just taking it...
Because I was wrong!

I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.

I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.

You came to rip me up to bits...
Then you were gone.
And I stood there just taking it...
Because I was wrong!

I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.

I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.

I didn't know...
How much you loved me.
No, no.
I didn't know.

I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.
I didn't pay that much attention to the caring there.
No, no.
I didn't know.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Knew You

I knew you before you knew
Who you wanted to be
Now I see the new you
She's a perfect stranger to me
Loves unkind, for I find
If only saw, the best of you
But my mind, not so blind
Showed my heart the rest of you
Scheming lies and alibis
That butter wouldn't melt disguise
With happy ever after eyes
That made a fool of me
I knew you before you knew
Who you wanted to be
Now I see the new you
She's a perfect stranger to me
She's a perfect stranger to me
Love is cruel It makes a fool
Of one who thought we had it all
All bridges burned, the lesson learned
You never really loved at all
Now you're gone, I'm on my own
Don't come around, don't even phone
Please leave a happy man alone
And we can both be free
I knew you before you knew
Who you wanted to be
Now I see the new you
She's a perfect stranger to me
She's a perfect stranger to me

song performed by by Ub40
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Unmistaken Consciousness

The last of many tears came to fall.
To undo acknowledged sorrows...
Selected and picked,
To wallow away in self pity.

And this discovery was a relief...
For one who thought of tomorrow,
As a connection of borrowed miseries.
Until the stopping of this,
Revealed a life unlived!
Ignored!
And driven to please...
Others.

And the doing of this is done,
By the one giving too much attention...
To self addictions.
Like a habit introduced by another,
To leave one hooked...
Seeking an acceptance.

And those afflictions are difficult to identify...
When the crying of sighs,
Feel so good with a foolishness felt!
Until that day eventually comes...
That awakens one with an unmistaken consciousness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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