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Superficiality

On the right side of leftover need,
Trying to dropp a want...
In an empty pot not heated.
And not use to steaming up,
A sympathy to catch...
An empathy others can not see,
Or feel.
This is the reality,
Of attempting to appeal
To a superficiality,
Too long fed on a diet of pretensions!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The empathy

To give alms is compassion.
To feel for one’s sufferings is sympathy.
To share one’s sufferings is empathy.
What you do to parents is compassion,
What you do to siblings is sympathy.
Your doings to offspring is empathy.
Shows empathy to others to be great.
11.09.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Until An Appreciation For Integrity Comes

Those today who now cry,
Are the ones who ostracized
The truth sayers who were on their side.
The ones who saw reality as it is...
And now have no empathy to offer.
Or sympathy to give.

To live and be treated with disrespect...
And defend an honesty,
Others too dishonest disceitfully neglect.
Leaves those victimized in isolated bitterness.
Until an appreciation for integrity...
Comes to the rescue,
And interjects a closer inspection.

Thus revealing corruption at its best.
Character assassinations...
Approved by breeders,
Of greed and heartlessness.
Who are then put through a process,
That dissects them with the ultimate test!
Stripping and exposing them,
To be the leaders of denied digressiveness.

Those today who now cry,
Are the ones who ostracized
The truth sayers who were on their side.
The ones who saw reality as it is...
And now have no empathy to offer.
Or sympathy to give.
To those punished for their deeds!

The taste of their cake,
Has been heartbreakingly tarnished.
And supporters who assisted in the baking...
Turn their loyal backs away!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't You Be Claiming It

Don't you be claiming it...
If it's gonna make you moan.
Don't you be claiming it...
If it's not yours to own.
Don't name or label it...
You just leave it there all alone,
To be...
Somebody else's boo-hoo to grief.

Don't be the claimer of it...
If it's gonna ride your back.
Don't claim a shame of it...
You just leave it where it's at.
Don't play a game of it...
If it gets you heated steaming mad.
Just leave it,
To be...
The one done with that!

Just leave it,
To be...
The one done with that!

Don't feel defeated,
To be...
The one done with that!

And if it gets you heated....
Steaming lava out your back crack,
Leave it...
To be,
The one done with that!

Just leave it,
To be...
The one done with that!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empathy And Sympathy.

Love turns to empathy when one sees God in all,
The sharing of the self in life's rise and fall.
Fostered humbleness, blooms the empathy's flower,
And with it God's bliss, spontaneously showers.

While sympathy is Ego’s hubris,
Authority of superiority finds release
Empathy is a cry for other’s suffering,
Sharing oneness with all human beings

Sympathy is worldly and mercy it may trace,
Empathy sees itself in all living face.

poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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I'd Like to See That Done

I'd like to throw a stone,
Into that glass house you live.
I'd like to see you out in reality...
Being honest with yourself as you give.
I'd like to see you dropp pretensions,
And all of that political correctness mess.
I'd like to see you be yourself again...
If 'that' from you has not yet left!

I'd like to see that done,
Before you are overcomed...
By repossessions and foreclosures!
I'd like to see you.
But not with the look of shock.
Or the stunning that has knocked you out,
In a bout with reality!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Represented

Popular although illiterate,
May gain one empathy votes.
But to declare someone like this,
Competent to lead?
Shows just how much,
A society driven by superficiality...
Can feel threatened and offended,
By one's intelligence.
And those of ignorance...
Rise to heights to become represented!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty Old Houses

Empty old houses can talk…
But one must know how to listen…
to hear them

Empty old houses have stories…
But one must be eager to listen…
to hear them

Empty old houses can suffer..
But one must have empathy …
To feel it

Empty old houses can feel pain
But one must be able to bear it …
To feel it

Empty old houses have memories
But one must believe … that they have…
To share them

Empty old houses contain people’s lives
But one must believe…that they do…
To share them

Empty old houses can seem dead and deserted
But one must know that they’re not..
To know them

Empty old houses can teem with life’s pleasures
But one must walk through
to sense the aura of life

Empty old houses abound in life’s treasures
But one cannot help but…
To admire them

poem by David Whalen
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Grapefruit Diet

Whos that waddlin down the street
Its just me cause I love to eat
Fudge and twinkies and deviled ham
Whos real flabby? yes, I am!
Every picture of mes
Gotta be an aerial view
Now my doctor tells me
Theres just one thing left to do
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Throw out the pizza and beer
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Oh, get those jelly donuts out of here
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Might seem a little sever
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Im gettin tired of my big fat rear
Blow, fatty!
Well, I used to live on chocolate sauce
Made sumo wrestlers look like kate moss
Walked down an alley and I got stuck
I got more rolls than a pastry truck
When Im all done eating
I eat a little more
When I leave a room
First I gotta grease the door
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Cant have another eclair
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
I gotta decrease my derriere
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
No more pie now
No more creme brulee
Lay off the gravy
And souffle
No french fri-yi-yies now
No ice cream parfait
Mr. cheese nacho
Stay away
Oh I think Id sell my soul
For a triple patty melt
But I need a boomerang
When I put on my belt
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Lay off the 3 musketeers
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Until my big booty disappears
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
Eat em till theyre comin out of my ears
Grapefruit diet (diet!)
cause I havent seen my feet in years
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
Im on a grapefruit diet
I think Im about ready for a quarter pounder with extra cheese
I need a side order of onion rings
And dont forget to super-size that

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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It Takes A While To Catch A Thief

It takes a while to catch a thief.
Slick they are in receiving sympathy.
With a sincerity believed,
They would be the last to steal.
They are like plagiarists...
Lifting from another statements made,
With a twisting of words to attract their appeal.

It takes a while to catch a thief.
Slick they are in receiving sympathy.
With a sincerity believed,
They would be the last to steal.
Since no one would perceive them to be,
Lusting for what others have...
With no effort made they've invested to achieve.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pathetic Apatheticness of Apathetics

You can not rush them to reality fast enough.
Overloaded with empathy?
Bummed out on low levels of unconditional love?
Shared as if you were running for office of the Love god.
Ripped and selling temptation, sex and false teases.
What made you stop?
The sight of those who have no clue or could care less...
That hints are now being driven without doubt,
And with the use of street jackhammers?
You would have to be high as hell not to feel it.
This reality can not be dismissed!
Not if someone was on a crack and vodka kick diet.
And buzzed into a stupor for a week.
There is a fresh air thief going on tonight...
Yes.
And the pathetic apatheticness of apathetics,
Blinded by cartoon effects...
Are going to be the first most affected,
By the speed and precision of what is being done.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Your Groove On

(robb boldt / howie hersh / iki levy)
I can feel the energy building up inside of me
It wants to get out
It wants to let go
Do you feel the way I feel with your little sex appeal baby, baby
Now we move left to right side to side and grind
We can do it all night
There really aint nothing to it but to do it boy
So let me show you how to move your body baby
I know we can work it out feel the sense of chemistry
We can do it anyway, anyway you like
Chorus:
Can you feel it, cause its so strong
So you better get, get your groove on
cause its funky, dont wait too long
Or you wont get, get that groove on
Just feel the rhythm flow
Feel it run through your veins
Its a rush baby (and no one can take it away)
Im so attracted to you (so come here close to me)
Boy you know how I like it
I like it physical
I like it sexual, baby, baby
There aint no holding back now
So let me show you how Im gonna give it to you
Baby we can dance all night
Boy there really aint nothing to it
Chorus
Well Im steppin so you better catch on cause there aint nothing to it
Baby move here close if you want to keep your groove on with me
Chorus

song performed by by Paula Abdul
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You Worry? You?

You worry? You?
Nobody cares.
They may make sounds,
give you talk,
sympathy,
a few smiles
within bounds.
None care
beyond the question-answer-sympathy.
Take them while they're there;
there is no empathy.

Of course, others expect it too
- like you;
civilisation sits on that,
alluring but absurd - and much too fat.

poem by Brian Taylor
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Star-Gazer

Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else
The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night
And the westward train was empty and had no corridors
So darting from side to side I could catch the unwonted sight
Of those almost intolerably bright
Holes, punched in the sky, which excited me partly because
Of their Latin names and partly because I had read in the textbooks
How very far off they were, it seemed their light
Had left them (some at least) long years before I was.

And this remembering now I mark that what
Light was leaving some of them at least then,
Forty-two years ago, will never arrive
In time for me to catch it, which light when
It does get here may find that there is not
Anyone left alive
To run from side to side in a late night train
Admiring it and adding noughts in vain.

poem by Louis Macneice
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Days to Dazzle In Pretensions No Longer Exist

Whatever is given.
And however that is meant.
Why do many get upset,
When they receive exactly...
What to them has been sent!