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Received Without Sacrifice

Years spent in learning a craft.
Or the multiple tasks attached to applying...
That which is associated in the creation of it.
Benefits with the experience of observation.
And plenty of lessons through frustrations learned.

Pieces believed by others to be detached,
Are actually there in place.
And many are not aware of that.
One foot directed,
Does not mean the other does not sometimes drag.

Many have their eyes on a prize.
And become discouraged,
By the assortment of different routes...
Avenues, valleys and streams,
One motivated takes...
To put together a dream.
Sometimes with mistakes and false starts.

Even painful screams to see created,
What one eventually achieves.
Is believed by others...
To be as easy as a wish delivered.
Without shedding blood, sweat and lots of tears!
Only those giving their time,
Knows what that giving of time means to give...
Throughout the years.

Some believe gifts given,
Are received without sacrifice.
And they are the ones procrastinating...
Sitting to seek a more sweetened advice.

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In the Giving There's A Benefit

To have awakened is a good thing to be!

And I have learned,
In the many years it has taken me to do it...
That the being there for someone else,
Will not automatically be interpretated...
As an appreciation to be shown one day,
With a reciprocation known that's received.

I have learned,
There will be many taking others for granted...
With a doing which is believed,
A duty to misuse someone dependable.
Until a reality hits and a doing this is missed.
And a waiting to sit by a telephone,
Wishing to hear it ring is a familiar sound gone.

I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned,
Those who give are not desperate.

To have awakened is a good thing to be.
And I have learned,
Those who give are not desperate.
I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned...
To leave alone,
Those who take for granted...
Someone giving up their time to misuse.

I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned...
Those who give are not desperate.
Oh yes I've learned...
To leave alone,
Those who take for granted...
Someone giving up their time to abuse.

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How We Learned Our Lessons

Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.

And we understood each one of them.
With our minds, eyes and ears opened.
Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.

Through the acceptance and loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the giving of respect,
We ourselves sometimes did not get!
That's how we learned our lessons.

And even though our steps made forward...
Were made to believe by others as limited.
And sometimes we wept and knew this was negative.
It was through the acceptance of who we were,
And loving ourselves.
That's how we learned our lessons.

And the parents we loved and had,
Did not brag about their college degrees!
Or 'things' with them we could buy to achieve...
To succeed in the repossessing of our minds,
Some permit an entry for this to be done!

They were with us all the time,
Telling us we could accomplish anything!
And could prove that too to ourselves and anyone.
'Whatever' it was we chose in our lives to do.
And working hard we did...
To pursue.

Through the living of their lives...
That's how we learned our lessons.
Through the observation of their sacrifices...
That's how we learned our lessons.

Dedicated to:
Andrea ('Mimmie') , Tammy and Lisa
My sisters.

'Love you for your 'gifts' given...
Edna Pearl Roberts Prudhomme Pertillar
And Lawrence Pertillar, Sr.'
Our Parents.

~lsp~

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Tears

Tears...
Dry them!
Do it now!
You've spent enough time,
Giving grief your attention!
I shed them myself.
Not for hours, days or weeks!
But years!
That's all I could do!
That's all I felt my eyes were in my head,
To produce!
I realized my tears were not being felt,
By anyone else but myself.
I could not borrow empathy for my sorrows.
I dried those tears.
Took smiling lessons.
Believed I could fly...
Until I fell off the curb from a high,
I thought I enjoyed.
But 'weed' does not last too long!
I asked myself what was wrong?
It was me!
I could not believe it!
I had wanted to believe my tears came from something...
OR someone else.
But...
They were rolling down 'my' eyes.
And that agony was mine!
It wanted me more than I wanted it!
I got rid of it!
I became my friend!
My 'best' friend!
And like all good friends...
I learned to enjoy myself.
I learned that my happiness was deserving!
I began serving myself dosages of happiness...
On a daily basis!
Tears?
You can shed them if you want!
But I am willing to bet,
You'll be doing it by yourself!
And if you're happy doing it?
Be thankful.
Celebrate!
However...
If you find yourself delivering tears?
Find out 'who' is behind the production.
And 'why' you are left to pay the cost!
Such performances are usually not worthy,
Of the price paid!

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Quick To Be Thoughtless

People who believe themselves to be influential,
And dismiss the activities of others quick.
Assuming what has been done,
Will not affect where they sit...
Or come not to experience the wrath of one,
Victimized by their wickedness...
Only need one time to be shown,
Who's boot fits the foot that kicks them out the door.

Just one time does it take,
To clarify this kind of mind with an introduction to reality.

And to their surprise,
The one who does this...
Was the first to have offered a welcoming,
With a warm assistance given.
But...
Who knew that the one self obsessed,
Would perceive the one expressing hospitality...
To be the one picked as dispensable?

You know...
Someone believed trying to impress.
And someone who one best is thought...
Can be done without.

So disturbing are the minds of those who are...
Quick to be thoughtless and fast to raise a nose.
And...
Too late,
Come the lessons for some to learn...
Like those who believed they are chosen,
When applying a respect that should not be selective.
And they 'assume' someone near,
Can do without a bit of political correctness.
Based upon their 'perspective'.
And undenied and unstoppable 'arrogantness'.

'Excuse me,
Your Highassness...
I don't believe we've met.
But if you expect to stay around here...
Your way of doing things,
Will not be done around me.
Is that clear?

I am not so charitable when offended.
Or dismissed by stupidity.
But I do love the process of giving warnings.
Some I know wouldn't bother!
How fortunate you are 'they' are not 'me'.'

~What are you saying? ~

'I'm quick with the use of my feet.
And you don't want to see either foot in action.
Since that would create unnecessary distraction.
But eventually you will get the point I make.
I've grown increasingly patient.'

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That Aint Happenin'!

I admit I do have skills and abilities.
But not without heartbreak,
And the aches that come...
To achieving them,
Was not for me an easy undertaking.

Or did they come to lay at my feet,
Those skills and abilities!
For a quick retrieval.
Reality didn't come to me,
Quite that easy.
Sweat and tears dripping...
Hard work with motivation,
And lots of sacrifice took place.
With little encouragement coming my way.

Hey,
What can I say.
The facts speak for themselves.

To have someone stand in my face,
With the making of demands...
As if a flattering done to my ego,
Will deliver to them quickly...
From me what they command,
Becomes a disappointment for the both of us.

Nothing in my mind,
Came as a breeze to easily find!
What they see is a dignity.
And a pride in what I do.
To be taken for granted,
Are attitudes I do not pursue.

And anyone who believes,
My ego is easy to please.
Become surprised to discover...
I have a depth that is attached to an identity!
And aint nothing about any of it,
Has been given or come to me easy.

With God as my 'Guide'...
I have worked day and night for this.
Many hours, months and years...
God and I sat,
As I rid my eyes...
From the buckets cried of tears.

And to give that experience up,
To help fill someone else's cup...
Has not been my reason,
To immediately do what others expect from me.
That aint happenin'.

However...
I will say this,
To know my activities have become recognized...
To validate in these times that exist,
Means more to me...
Than the show of someone's quickly expressed,
Disrespect.

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Swollen Knuckles

From where I sit...
And I have had those opportunities,
To sit and observe from various places.
In different environments.
And conversed with an assortment,
Of those with both frowns and smiles on their faces.
I've come to notice,
The ones rehabilitated and returning from their time,
Spent incarcerated in prisons.
And so prepared to share with an uplifting.

Those same folks,
Who objected to those who sat with patience,
And had wisdom.
Only now perceive themselves,
To have acquired advice...
With a willingness to share it.
And finding themselves dismissed,
By the very ones they attempted to con.
As if to sit behind bars is the only way to learn lessons.

'OH...
I do understand where you are and where you've been.
And those frustrations you have with newfound concerns.
Oh...
I am not above thinking there is nothing I can learn.
We all make choices.
And my choice was to receive my lessons not sitting in a prison.

And since you've been rehabilitated,
You have more opportunities than I do.
My knuckles have been swollen from knocking on doors for years.
And here you are...
With a Bible and job offers.'

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Lessons Can Be Learned

Once I've been pushed to the edge...
With my back up against the wall,
And accused of doing things...
I had not done at all?
And all I had wanted,
Was to share gifts I had been given?
With a wish to offer...
Because I'm not the selfish kind!
Well...
My motivations have changed.

Some folks have a way to show,
Anyone...
How these unselfish acts,
Can eventually make one feel...
They are the ones out of their minds,
And something snaps!
Reality does that.

And after giving to others...
Only to get a reception that attacks?
Proves this fact...
Lessons can be learned!
Feelings hurt can be mended.
Backs can be turned.
And away from that kind of crap...
One can walk!

And not a word has to be exchanged.
At this point...
Nothing said,
Will be understood!

Unless one 'is' as believed...
In it for the attention?
And there is nothing about me...
In need to receive it like that.
Or...
Am I crazy enough
To want to be treated with that kind of insanity!
Clearly devoid of hospitality.
Not me.
There are too many other things to do!
And too much time,
Already wasted.

'That reminds me of that postman that was shot,
Because he delivered someone's welfare check...
After the bank was closed! '

You can stand there and reminisce.
I'm not taking the time for none of it!
Some folks don't 'get it'.
And I now can care less...
About who gets what late,
Or not at all!

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Im Not Giving You Up

To be completely honest
It scares me to imagine
What life would be without you
And for this very reason
I ask you to forgive me
For what Im putting us through
Although there are so many things
Against us, Ive decided
That Im not giving you up, no...
Thinking back, I see what we have
Is something different
I think weve known all along
So how fair would it be
To divide this loves existence
Between whats right and whats wrong
And you, always wondering if well make it
Time will tell you
That Im not giving you up, no, no...
Well find a way to be together
However long it takes, wherever
If it means having you for only a moment
A moment just might be enough
Im not giving you up, no
No Im not giving you up, no
Screaming in the silence the promises weve spoken
Come back to haunt me, false and broken
Quiet desperation to see were lost forever
Searching for water in the desert
No, I refuse to have to do
Without your kisses
Im not giving you up, no, no
Well find a way to be together
However long it takes, wherever
If it means having you for only a moment
A moment just might be enough
Im not giving you up, no
No Im not giving you up, no
No Im not giving you up

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Nothing Was Delivered

Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you,
Not out of spite or anger
But simply because its true.
Now, I hope you wont object to this,
Giving back all of what you owe,
The fewer words you have to waste on this,
The sooner you can go.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
Nothing was delivered
But I cant say I sympathize
With what your fate is going to be,
Yes, for telling all those lies.
Now you must provide some answers
For what you sell has not been received,
And the sooner you come up with them,
The sooner you can leave.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty rest.
(now you know)
Nothing was delivered
And its up to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made evrybody pay.
No, nothing was delivered,
Yes, n someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then thats how long that youll remain.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get plenty rest.

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Giving Up

When I was young
I was told what to want
Ive got a wife and babies too
Ive tried so hard
But all my feelings have gone
So have my wife and money too
So Im giving up
Time for easy action
So Im giving up
Im gonna do what I want
I always worked if I envy part of the scheme of things (? )
One weeks work one weeks pay
I find it hard
The (? ) not so easy
So Im heading up and moving out
Giving up
Its a cool reaction
Oh Ill give it up
Dont want to fight no more
Giving up
Time for easy action
Theres always been a feeling down inside of me
I dont care I (? )
Im off the wall
Giving up
Time for easy action
Im giving up
Im gonna do just what I want
Giving up
Its a cool reaction
Oh Ill give it up
Dont want to fight no more
Giving up
Time for easy action
Giving up
What I wanted was before
Giving up
Its a cool reaction
Giving up
I shall overcome

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Easier to Befriend Over Structured Discipline

There is a difference seen,
Between one who enjoys what's done.
And another who employs tactics,
For no apparent reason...
Than to remain redundant,
In a specified comfort...
Validated by some.

And doing something believed that pleases.
While expressing a lack of attached passion.

There is a difference observed,
In comparing someone with nerve.
And one who has...
A need to be motivated.

Like one who can only exercise,
In the presence of others.
And those who know the benefits of it.
Choosing to find time for that...
Over an excuse to make while eating a banana split.

And promising to diet,
When their schedules allow them to be fit.

Accomplishments usually aren't done,
Without being familiar with frustration.

And sometimes fed frustrations,
Can add a few pounds snacking upon those calories.
Munching away.
And they,
Most times...
Are easier to befriend over structured discipline.

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Detached

The more I see and realize who I am,
I am able to observe those hiding!
Behind masks they believe shields them,
From scrutiny and observation!
They say anything to be believed.
Choosing to be unfocused,
As if protected by fog, smog...
Or other pollutants,
Keeping their thoughts clogged!
It took time to define my vision.
They have no clue,
I am not playing peek a boo.
Even their minds are detached.
Wasting their time attached to mismatches.
Which makes their existence avoidable!

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I've Already Left You With That

Why am I giving you this?
I've already left you with that.
And this and that...
Are not to be compared.
Unless you are sitting there...
Hoping for something to declare.

And if you are...aware,
You will accept this...
And forget about that,
Which was given in the past.

And 'this' tomorrow...
Will have lost a significance.
Since neither one of us,
Have had that to experience yet!

No matter who awaits in impatience!
And having patience never leaves one,
Sitting in regret.
But excites an anticipation!

And I guess that is my motivation,
To leave you this...
Without that which has passed,
Attached.

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Lessons Taught That Will Never Be Forgotten

I wish I had advice to give,
To anyone that might ask for it.
And that I myself,
In my past had accepted,
To express with a gratefulness.
But I can not say that.

In fact...
If I had not fallen,
Countless of times...
To align my head,
With the same brick walls...
To stumble time and again,
Until something snapped me away...
From my own depreciation!
I would not come to realize,
How determination, sacrifice and discipline...
Working together as ingredients,
Did not guarantee to me success.
But that process...
Certainly delivered to me patience.

And...
With patience I have learned AND earned,
Rewards of all kinds...
I can not describe,
I have received completely by surprise.
With lessons taught that will never be forgotten.

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I Was Made To Feel Different In My Younger Years

I remember sitting in the corners of shadows.
Wishing to be invisible,
After making attempts to disappear.