Persistent Theories
Ruining my life...
Is not a show of your sacrifice.
Nothing you have done has eased my existence.
Your persistent theories of me being useless...
Has highlighted the absence of your common sense.
And a willingness to televise every aspect of your ignorance.
Ruining my life...
Is not a show of your sacrifice.
What you have displayed is a charaded intelligence.
Based upon destruction and a respect that is absent.
And all of your masquerades have concentrated...
On proving an ability to fake goodwill.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black & Blue
Its time to open your eyes
And wake up to the morning
Today calls out your name
And I can never be the same
Without you
Ruining my life
Thats what you seem to be the best at
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Being drowned...
Thats more that I can say for everyone else
I cant sleep
Cause its only four in the morning
I think I ran out of dreams
And I can never be the same
Without you
Ruining my life
Thats what you seem to be the best at
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Being drowned...thats more that I can say for everyone else
How can you say that you love me?
When the world around you is changing
How can you say that you love me?
When its only eleven-thirty
Ruining my life
Thats what you seem to be the best at
song performed by by New Found Glory
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An Absence of Patience
No one has to guess,
As to who is selfish.
It is in their conversations...
That show an absence of patience,
Or comprehension done.
They are the ones talking about themselves,
With detected insecurities.
Often they are judgemental.
And they embellish their responsibilities.
Freely given.
They will do for others,
And let people know they do.
And what it is...
And how what they do gets done.
To sacrifice and bestow their lives...
So no one can deny,
They are, indeed...
The center of the show for everyone.
Especially for those who may not know.
With hidden jealousies involved!
Somewhere embedded...
From a dysfunction regretted.
Set in masquerades that charade.
And nothing is done from sincerity.
They want the full attention.
Even if that means...
Degrading someone else's abilities.
In between their performances seen.
And this they do quite often,
With unsolicited appeal demanded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.
quote by Mahatma Gandhi
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Cleansed With Self Righteousness
It would be great,
To live without a mistake to make.
Playing it safe with each step taken.
Giving us reason to criticize those,
With a life sentence of guilt!
Inflicted upon them...
For not living free of errors.
Flawless!
Like some who are cleansed...
With self righteousness.
And hiding behind masked pretensions.
Rigid they are.
And finding themselves being stripped.
Bared to show a hollow existence.
It would be great for the fakers,
If all lived in absent-mindedness.
And seeking deceit to find their comforts.
Many believe a purpose is revealed,
Living like this.
And definitions of happiness,
Are based upon a price tag.
To warrant a quality assigned.
And even if that could be used to soothe...
So many are discovering today,
The price is not right.
Nor does it provide substance.
If common sense unknown is missing.
Especially when the absence of it,
Keeps one from sleeping peacefully.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sacrifice Yourself
Some days he feels so empty
Just a talking head
Married to a klingon
Who could cream him in the press
God could detonate him
Gods the one we pick to curse us
And 25 years pass him
Like an evening at the circus
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Surprise yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
There it is, the look, the winner you
Once talked of being
Give her one last kiss and
Dive right out the window screaming
No truth decent, it was summer from the waist down
She blew the troops right off your feet
She tells you shes gods grammy
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Surprise yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Her, the only game in town, a queen of competence
Blind in front of mirrors, proving nothings says a lot
Wham bam thank you charlie
Vanity is all
You wander lonely to the scene
A crawling up the walls
Dont sacrifice yourself
song performed by by David Bowie
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A pinch of Salt
A title does not signify
you are in fact a gentleman.
Aristocrats can cheat and lie
as readily as any man.
alleged degrees don’t guarantee
that you possess intelligence
They can be purchased easily
by those who lack the common sense
To know that titles and degrees
although intended to impress.
Are counterfeit as currencies
which are in fact quite valueless.
You can’t expect to get respect
because you a titled man.
I see no reason to accept
your claim to be a gentleman.
Some people are fooled easily.
Accept your claims at face value
but some are wise enough to see
that what you claim may not be true.
A scholar and a gentleman
is not too hard to recognise.
I’m’ sure you will find that you can.
If you just use your ears and eyes.
Do not be fooled by their pretence.
The claims they cannot verify
Rely upon your common sense
The inner voice you can’t deny.
Why should you show them your respect.
They show but small respect for you.
Its wiser to be circumspect
until they prove their claims are true.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Burdens Are Not Eased
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
There is a sense of responsibility,
One of wisdom can not resist.
Eyes that begin to open,
See more not less.
And the wider that they open...
Everything begins to connect.
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
There is a sense of responsibility,
One of wisdom can not resist.
Or,
Wish away something witnessed...
That a heart can not forget!
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
The mind just finds another way,
To have these burdens appear...
As if they don't exist!
With other burdens to carry,
Those not carrying them would not expect.
Or accept!
One can hear them whine,
About everything they reject.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sacrificed
I have sacrificed
every good intention in my life
just to make you happy
and if the bullets hit the targets
we fall
i hope your happy
sacrifice, sacrifice
Brush my cheeks, slowly
with your lips, ghostly
too little show of effection
scared it will radar some detection
I wrap my arms around your waist, slowly
cant let you go the thoughts, ghostly
I have sacrificed
every good intention in my life
just to make you happy
and if the bullets hit the targets
we fall
i hope your happy
sacrifice, sacrifice
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Sacrifice Sacrifice
Sacrifice is losing with pleasure;
Sacrifice is suffering with pleasure.
Pleasure is the reward for the sacrifice.
Don't mind the absence of gratitude..
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That Lime Can Squirt And Burn The Eyes
People will not accept...
Or have patience enough to believe,
They can achieve success if they wished...
Based upon their own merit.
And a willingness to be dedicated,
With a sacrifice of time.
Anyone who believes what one achieves,
Is based upon luck and having good genes...
Is not playing with a full deck.
It is best to be what it is one does,
To avoid disappointment of being in a limelight.
For many that lime can squirt and burn the eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Center Of Attention
Doesn't it seem as if,
The one most opinionated...
As to who should do what to get things done,
Is seldom the one to show proof of doing anything...
Others can criticize.
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
With a doing without an equal and shared mutual expertise,
That is exchanged in public in the presence of another accused...
As quickly as those opinions by one are given?
Usually it's just that one verbally attacking behind another's back.
Isn't it?
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
Loving to be the center of attention without being interrupted.
And proving to have an ability to do it!
To boost one's acceptance and appeal.
While keeping one's insecurities from being revealed.
Even though this can not remain concealed without being exposed.
People will lie on others when given the opportunity.
Especially if another is conveniently absent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do I Love You Enough
Do I love you enough?
To do what's best for you even when it's tough
MY love is more than actions or words can describe
But can i lay down my pride?
And all that I want... for you?
To do what's best even if that's not what you
Want even if it's not what I want too
I'll do it for you, I've decided my love is not something i flaunt
Not something i show, but it's sacrifice... for you all for you
That's why I did 'All That I Did' because...because... I love you
These words can't express what I feel but in a feeble attempt I love you so much
That I'd do such
I think I Love you enough to do the inconceivable
I love you enough to let you go
And refuse to show
Affection and love
Refuse to hold you and agree to cage this dove
I'll kill my love, because that's what's best
I'll slaughter my affection, although I love you more than all the rest...
Because sometimes love is sacrifice
Kind words do not suffice
It's more
My love is unconditional, willing to make my heart sore
Willing to hurt myself and let you go, even though I love you
Dear love of my life I'll let you go
Let us hope this does not cost my life
But my love is unconditional even when unrequited
Darling, I love you enough to let you go
poem by David Knox
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Isolated and Marooned
There is a power achieved with blinded ignorance.
Found to have survived in abundantness as witnessed.
And it leaves those who think...
And feeling isolated and marooned.
Even though the existence of human life,
Surrounds and some detect is suspected!
But none of it wished is due to arrive soon...
Wth a familiarity heard coming from the lips!
There is a consciousness that connects,
With an expected comprehensing intelligence.
Desiring to accept.
And yet,
Like all mirages one envisions when deserted...
An eye contact may be exchanged.
However...
What is in certain brains,
Has escaped from common sense.
And communicating to receive,
Meaningful feedback desired and perceived...
Frustrates!
When it is realized much too late,
This process has been estranged.
And what appears,
Is hollow and dense!
With a capable ability to remain the same.
A delusion fantasized!
And on the verge of being humanized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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~Smile~
We all smile to show our happiness,
We use it a lot, Yes,
Smile can be fake or real,
Its used to show or hide how we feel,
Fake smile is shown when,
Pain in heart rises,
And real smile is shown when,
Unexpected happiness doubles in sizes,
Natural or Not,
But its better to show a real one on the spot,
Let us be honest,
the only time we show the real smile is when someone has touched our heart,
and when we show the fake smile,
is when someone has tear everything apart,
Yes we show our fake smile,
to show people that we are okay so they wont revile,
Its hard to put on a real one as your hurt,
And yes we try to heal it as we flirt,
Its time to face the fact,
Showing a fake smile is like showing a fake and stupid act,
Put every pain to the side and smile for now,
not for someone,
But for everyone,
and show it as we are endowed.
poem by Marop Aron
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Sacrifices
Beautiful values and culture
No freedom to follow one's own believe
Freedom of following the culture is banned
Sacrifice of their vision and mission
Beautiful mind and soul
It was kept in dark and hidden
Hence left with no choices
Sacrifice of the inner strength
Beautiful kindness and compassion
Taken as a weakness
Tortured and abused
Sacrifice of being human
Beautiful life
Too much which has filled the air
Breathing out of frustration
Sacrifice of their precious life by setting themselves on fire
poem by Tenzin Whitetara
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Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice! That's the condition of the female. Women have been conditioned to sacrifice for centuries.
quote by Betty Dodson
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Love An Ideal
Love is not romantic feeling, love is an ideal,
a dream - unhappy relations are based on
dependency, happy relations on self-
esteem, respect and dignity
You base your happiness on work and sacrifice
ignoring your need for freedom and joy, such
self-sacrifice without appreciation makes you
feel alone and confused, does not teach
How to develop an attitude that commands
respect - love as noble aspiration and ideal,
joy and integrity has to be learned, love
does not derive from what we look upon
Love is a perspective, an ability to project
beautiful aspects on things - service does
not beget love and harmony; I cannot
accept the same emotional abuse
You are used to; I offer you my sisterly love
as affection, not exploitation - will spoil you
as a beloved sister, NOT as dependent or
helper, I love you because you are worthy
I honour your dignity and abhor it when
others don’t honour you also; I love you
within the perspective of a wonderful
sister just as you are…
[For Elreza]
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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An Expense No One Can Afford
Prior to having experience,
Many had none.
With a willingness to comprehend,
What then in their minds did not exist.
And speeding today with such expansiveness.
Although those abundant with incompetence,
Are threatened and deny those who show...
More confidence, intelligence AND experience.
And in doing so prove their own ignorance is unlimited!
At an expense no one can afford yet accept the restrictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entertaining the Absence of Logic
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
And prescribed just the right mix,
Of delusions to keep them fixed.
With a bombardment of mental distractions...
To ensure denial and truth is resisted.
There are still those who are amply baited,
Who remain over medicated...
With hallucinations they satiate.
The time to awaken their minds has passed.
Addicted to fantasize and this will last.
As they have been treated to dismiss,
All elements of reality in their consciousness.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Numbed and insisting this existence persists.
Entertaining the absence of logic and common sense.
Confirming with validation the admittance of conflict.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fantasized By Lives Deluded
Fantasized by lives deluded.
Where will their minds go?
When all of their beliefs,
Have been depleted.
To release them to realities...
They've been taught to fear.
And takes away those choices,
To isolate
Behind locked doors!
Their eyes charaded,
With disguises and masquerades...
Now can no longer be kept closed!
Or escapes to shelter them,
From the beast at the feast...
They enjoyed without limits.
This beast creeps within their consciousness.
And bares exposed sharpened teeth.
Preparing them to eat!
They see this...
As the gates of a way of life,
For them once lived...
Crumbles to rust and has been disposed.
Where will their minds go?
With no amusements left to show.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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