Sought And Mooched
If it becomes acknowledged,
You are that one who gives unconditionally.
And can be depended upon to do it,
As if you have no other reason to live...
Be prepared to be sought and mooched,
By those seeking to squeeze...
Every bit of empathy they can from you to get!
You will be hunted as if to feed a craving,
Needing by some to be immediately fed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Squeeze That Sucker Dry
Squeeze out the hanky
From the tears she leaves.
And squeeze that sucker dry.
Leave it to hang...
For those believing she deserves empathy.
Hopefully this time...
She is finally gone!
Dedicated:
To all those who are accustomed,
to biting the hand from which they feed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disqualified
They came into the 'hood'.
And began taking applications
For subservience!
At the minimal wage.
I was immediately disqualified!
They said I provided too much of a threat,
By making attempts
To uncover clarity and understanding.
And those were issues
They weren't prepared to debate.
They came into the 'hood'...
Seeking those who were willing to work hard
And long hours,
To do what needed to be done!
For the sake of 'growth and prosperity'.
Not to waste time finding purpose and reason.
That was not on their agenda!
At least not in this season.
As they sought to find those...
Still drugged on and exposed to delusion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Temporary Guests
Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.
And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.
Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
On this Earth.
Or can not divorce themselves from craving,
A taste for an exclusive foreverness...
Selected for a few to feed and greed.
This,
Reality...
That has a beginning which advances to an end,
Many can not accept,
Themselves as temporary guests.
But dictators to infest a manifesting of regression.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
Seeking with a beating of their own regrets.
And, so hopeless are those with this mindset.
Not understanding they are here as temporary guests.
So hopeless are those with this mindset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Be Cherished
I'm not needing to be told,
I should have someone in my life...
Who will appreciate me for who I am.
I'm not needing to be told that at all.
I'm just not ready to share my time,
Trying to convince someone...
I am a treasure,
To be cherished for the rest of their life.
And I have not found a single person,
Prepared to believe it!
I even had someone in my life,
Trying to feed me deceit to nourish my needs.
'Don't you think your perception of yourself,
Is a bit conceited? '
Not at all.
If I am going to share my life with anyone...
And accept their imperfections?
They best be prepared for my own to be exposed.
And then again,
I have old fashion values.
There is something about being treated with respect,
That turns me on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are Demons Needing To Feed
Demons needing to feed on negativity,
Eventually devour themselves.
With the hopes that the doing of it,
Will attract those who come to empathize...
In a sacrifice that devotes the giving of their lives,
As an unconscious act that snaps backs...
For snacks to crack while munching on their missions,
To rid any sign of peace!
There are demons needing to feed,
On the presence of harmony.
They are demons seeking a need,
To lust on those sufferers...
Aiming to please the greeding of beasts.
Feeding their cravings as if at a feast.
They're demons seeking a need,
To lust on those sufferers...
Aiming to please the greeding of beasts.
Feeding their cravings as if at a feast,
To rid any sign of peace...
Wherever presented.
Demons needing to feed on negativity,
Eventually devour themselves.
With the hopes that the doing of it,
Will attract those who come to empathize...
In a sacrifice that devotes,
The giving...
Of their lives.
To follow and to be devoured.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Could I Go But To The Lord
Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptations call
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Neighbors are fun I love them everyone
We get along in sweet accord
But when I pass the chilling hand of death
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Life here is grand with friends I love so well
Comfort I get from gods own word
But when my soul needs manna from above
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go to the lord
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfishness (1)
Days are counted
Reason made daunted
Purpose is hunted
Empathy in human
Scattered at the peak
Success or history
Selfishness is never fine.
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Like Dogs
there are people that we feed
everyday
not related to us in any way
yet we keep them
because they are just too pleasing
to reject
too hard to part with
not really love but empathy
they who do not know already how
to live
and feed themselves
because they have forgotten the other essence
of our struggle
to eat and be alive
to work.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why You Have Not Heard From Me
You wish to validate your sorrows.
In a misery that loves company.
And you wonder why you have not heard from me?
I've been too busy living.
Freeing myself from an empathy...
You have become too dependent upon.
And unhappy you become,
When I do not express with you...
A grief we both can agree.
To feed a craving like an addicted need.
That's why you have not heard from me.
I'm sticking to my rehabilitation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Squeeze
Squeeze yourself into a house of glass
Squeeze into the future past
Squeeze a smile and squeeze a laugh
Squeeze the time as days they pass.
poem by David Lacey
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I Need You, I Want You
satisfy my hunger, satisfy my greed
satisfy my longing, satisfy my need
satisfy my yearning, satisfy my desire
satisfy my craving, with your hose put out my fire
Take me to paradise, take me away
Take me to heaven, every single day
Feed me with your passion, feed me with your soul
Feed me with your fruit, feed me with your control
I need you to want me, I need you to be here
I need you to control me, for you are my puppeteer
Control me with your love, control me with your mind
control me however you want. I do not mind
For I am under your spell, and whatever you want i will give
For without you i am nothing, without you i do not want to live
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In Those Old Days
You may be tough.
But your approach to solicit,
My empathy and pity...
Could have been easier to get,
Without your demanding it.
But I do understand,
The competition you're up against.
And if I may make a suggestion...
You should put that gun away.
Since my first reaction,
Is not empathy with pity for you at all.
'It isn't real.'
Which?
The gun?
Your wish for empathy and pity?
Or my fear?
'Why can't you just co-operate,
And give me what I want? '
Trust me.
I'm going to give you exactly what you need.
Now that I know that gun isn't real.
'The gun IS real.
My need for empathy and pity isn't.
Thank you.
All I wanted was a decent conversation.
You were the only one I spotted,
Not texting or using a cellphone.
You have no idea how difficult it is for me,
To communicate like I did in the old days.'
So you are using a gun to do it?
'Hey...
What can I say.
I'm open for your suggestions.'
Good.
Give me the gun.
And I'll show you what I would have done.
'What are you going to do? '
Communicate my feelings,
Like I use to do in those old days.
And trust me...
You will know immediately,
Just what my feelings are.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Pool With Fools
If I choose to elect,
To be crazed on some days.
I will not select the weekend.
Those days I cherish...
To feed a craving for sensibility.
And when I'm fed,
My head is prepared for Monday.
There I am and ready...
To swim in the pool with fools!
Pretending everything with them,
Is 'cool'.
'Yeah...
I can dig it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unconditional Love
Written by gerry beckley, 1984
Found on perspective.
Unconditional love
Unconditional fear
Unconditional support
In your time of need
Oo, its unconditionally true
Oo, its unconditionally me
Unconditionally you
Its a spiritual world
When the darkness comes
But you gotta hold your head up
Hold your head up high
Oo, you got to take a look around
Oo, and listen when you hear the sound
Unconditional love (love)
This is right, this I know
I found out, long time ago
Someday baby well get there I know, oh, oh
Unconditional love
Unconditional hope
Unconditional desire
To have it work out fine
Oo, its unconditionally true
These things were dreamin of
Oo, its unconditionally yours
Unconditional love (love)
Oo, its unconditionally true
These things were dreamin of
Oo, its unconditionally yours
Unconditional love (love)
(love)
song performed by by America
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Cop A Cool
Squeeze out the seeking,
You hold onto too tight.
And boot it to the curb,
With a stiff kick done.
Don't keep something held,
Until it makes you uptight.
Boot it to the curb,
With a stiff kick done.
Boot it to the curb,
Until that battle has been won.
Squeeze out the seeking that you hold onto.
Cop a cool and be swift with it.
Don't sit to drift into an attitude.
Get up, be hip and do it quick.
Cop a cool and be done with all you've been through.
Squeeze out the seeking that you hold onto.
Cop a cool and be swift with it.
Don't sit to drift into an attitude.
Boot it with a stiff kick done...
Until that battle has been successfully won!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gridlock
Advocating an end,
To a gridlock begins.
So all intersections are closed,
Not opened to relieve the strain.
And those selected to intercept,
Have rejected the best solutions.
Engaging themselves instead with praise.
As they keep the traffic blocked...
From making any forward movement.
Seeking to be acknowledged...
By those outraged.
With the winning of campaigns,
That increase heated arguments...
With additional rhetoric that drains.
But they seek to be acknowledged...
By those outraged.
The ones who placed them in positions,
Now have their verification...
Who amongst them are the ones officially crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped and Needing Air
Slow to wake up!
Too slow,
To awaken to what has been real.
Don't expect me to freeze in place.
Awaiting for you to embrace life,
As it is!
It is to be lived.
Not turned into a quiz...
You just can't get and figure out.
And your pouting is not admired.
It's like a flat tire needing air!
You are just not there!
Slow to wake up!
No one's got time on hold.
To benefit them...
And/or their whims.
When for them time will begin again.
Show or no show folks...
Who poke along,
And make joke of it.
Putting off 'the now'
To live a yesterday today...
Should be left on steps where they sit!
Or wave to them through a window!
Don't stop to visit.
They seek someone to twist into a fit!
Many know such folks,
Who complain about their sorrows.
And they will drain someone's patience.
To stall tomorrow's anticipated taste.
And squeeze the sweet,
To share their bitterness...
With anyone they meet.
It is to be lived.
This life!
Not turned into a quiz...
You just can't get or figure out,
The wrong from right!
And your pouting is not admired.
It's like a flat tire needing air!
You are just not there...
With determination focused.
But despair you love to wear.
Trapped and getting ragged...
Like a tire needing air.
Addicted like an addict,
And trapped...
Needing air!
Trapped and getting ragged...
Like a tire needing air.
Addicted like an addict,
That's trapped and needing air!
Caged like a rabbit in fear and scared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Craving!
Craving!
An essence within my heart,
Unknown.
Craving!
And yet I know this taste.
A familiarity embraces me.
Craving!
Bathing in the fragrance of it.
Hoping that it will covet me.
Once it identifies,
Which desire it gives that pleases.
Craving!
This life.
And its teasing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Needs Not Met
I'm manifesting something brittle.
Something needing special company.
I fiddle-faddled in the middle.
And weakened both batteries.
I'm manifesting something brittle.
And I'm seeking from you empathy...
Cause my baby has had it with me.
And now I find myself...
Walking up and down the streets.
I'm manifesting something brittle.
Something needing special company.
I fiddle-faddled in the middle.
And weakened both batteries.
I'm manifesting something brittle.
And I'm seeking from you empathy...
Cause my baby has had it with me.
And now I find myself...
Walking up and down the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Disbelieving...
And living on the streets.
And seeing...
Living on the streets,
My needs not met!
Living on the streets.
And regretting.
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Disbelieving...
And living on the streets.
And seeing...
Living on the streets,
My needs not met!
Living on the streets.
And regretting.
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
And seeing...
Living on the streets,
My needs...
Living on the streets,
My needs not met!
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Disbelieving...
And living on the streets.
And seeing...
Living on the streets,
My needs not met!
Living on the streets.
And regretting.
Living on the streets.
And my needs not met!
Living on the streets.
And my needs not met!
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
And my needs not met!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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