Sympathy Is Not Given
Some stay stuck in ruts.
Never able to pull themselves up and out.
Holding onto a stubbornness,
And expecting to be forgiven.
Or given the attention...
From those who have chosen to move on.
And this upsets,
The ones who feel neglected.
The ones who expect...
An empathy they wish to receive.
But do not get.
Since a sympathy is not given,
To the ones who self inflict themselves to bleed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conflicted In Mind
You come in a huff expecting confrontation.
And when you notice none appears,
This clearly upsets your wishes.
And when I tell you,
What you expect is not here...
This angers your mission to see it.
You come in a huff expecting confrontation.
And when you notice none appears,
This clearly upsets your wishes.
And when I tell you,
What you expect is not here...
This angers your mission to see it.
And you say I am the one conflicted in mind.
But that attitude you carry around,
Stays with you all the time in view!
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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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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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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Stuck Thinking of You
I’ve tried so very hard, tried all I can
But it just ain’t the same again
I feel so tired and down
Don’t feel like up and running round
I’m flustered in what I do
I’m stuck thinking of you
I try to imagine your face
But the pieces won’t stay in place
I try to remember your pretty figure
But all it does is make my longing bigger
I’m feeling sick through and through
I’m stuck thinking of you
I want to stare into your eyes
Pick you up and hold you nigh
Hear your voice, feel your heart
Stay together, never again to part
With you, the hours seem few
I’m stuck thinking of you
I spend hours in dreaming land
Walking through meadows, holding your hand
Anticipating when I see you again
Distracted and wishful till then
Thinking of things for you I’ll do
I’m stuck thinking of you
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Haunted Without Excuses To Make
A trickster calculates,
With thoughtlessness to solicit and trick...
Anyone unaware they are victims of it,
To be teased into giving one like this sympathy.
With a careful picking of the ones chosen for this,
The trickster plays with emotions of others,
To gain an empathy with an attention to get.
And does.
But everything on Earth,
Is born with a consciousness.
And those who manipulate with self centeredness,
Are eventually exposed for their disturbing nonsense.
And those with tricks up their sleeves to deliver,
Become slaughtered by their own misdeeds that shivers.
To feel themselves haunted without excuses to make,
With a host of deformities eating with a keeping on their minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taken To Extremes
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings
I had stop,
Accepting people and their shortcomings
I had to stop,
An empathy they would expect from me.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
I had stop,
Accepting people and their shortcomings
I had to stop,
An empathy they would expect from me.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because Of My Own Stubbornness
Why did I not pay any attention?
I have lost everything,
Because of my own stubbornness.
'Well,
You said it yourself.
Because of your stubbornness,
You have lost everything.
But you have gained a wisdom,
In the knowing that you must rid yourself...
From that stubbornness.'
Yeah.
Even if I did that...
What I had will never return.
'I once acquired an abundance of ignorance myself.
I thought I couldn't live without it until it was gone.
And when I sought understanding for my failures?
Guess what? '
What?
'My stubbornness was in the center of all of it!
And when I began to comprehend that...
It didn't matter what 'things' I had to impress others.
And that is the only reason why I acquired 'things'.
My stubbornness made me believe I needed to impress.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
What happened to your ego?
What happened to that?
'When my stubbornness got up and left,
I realize it was connected to my ego.
There is nothing like seeing,
How shallow and limited one can be.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Declining Forgiveness
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
With embellished insecurities...
Of memories flourished now gone.
Their mentalities are witnessed to be diminishing quick.
And within themselves,
They can not admit...
These times lived today,
Will not continue to permit...
An attention given,
To such stubbornly held sickness...
They have become riddled and sit with!
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
The challenges ahead requires a collective focus,
That has to exist!
To be drained emotionally by someone misfit...
Detaches an empathy!
With a declining forgiveness,
Decaying with it!
And a healing affect,
Will for all go neglected
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Gifted Drift On 'Ifs
Too many gifted drift on 'ifs'.
Unsatisfied with a life that's missed.
And this is what is reminisced...
When giving up on rhythm and reason!
To stay stuck in ruts they choose to live in.
Too many want to give up just lip.
Sitting to dwell in aging sentiments.
To waste every second someone gives them.
And puffing hot air about nothing!
A swift kick in the rear will motivate.
Rotating stale debates don't renovate.
Procrastinators hesitate in waste.
Initiating simulated movement faked.
Eliminating anything that takes...
Removal of excuses that create headaches.
With a towing of their moans they own!
Too many gifted drift on 'ifs'.
Unsatisfied with a life that's missed.
And this is what is reminisced...
When giving up on rhythm and reason!
To stay stuck in ruts they choose to live in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Madhouse
Look into these mirrors.
What do you behold?
Just another travesty.
False empathy unfolds.
Don't expect misery to be inflicted.
Never see my piercing gaze.
You can't seem to comprehend.
I can see far past your face.
Come forth my inner rapture.
Reaffirm my disbelief.
Reside within my chest.
Then violently break free.
My reflection backs away from me.
I pull it close to me and scream:
You're the reason for this madhouse.
This caccoon holding my being.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Grim and Stuck On Their Knees
Grim and stuck on their knees.
Too many people with weak souls.
They are the ones claiming to know...
How others should go about their days,
And pray.
Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
Seekers wishing to be equal.
But complain about their troubles,
And evils they face all day.
Seen running to be hidden in shadows.
Running from realities they choose not to believe.
Desperate are the lives of these people.
Sharing as seen their half filled cups...
With others they seek,
Like them who have given up!
Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
They see themselves with bad luck.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
Afraid to get out of ruts.
They want their boats re-ruddered.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
They want them sugar buttered.
Grim and stuck on their knees...
They seek a life that's other than the one 'not' cookie cutter.
Grim...
And stuck on their knees.
They see themselves with bad luck.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
Afraid to get out of ruts.
They want their boats re-ruddered.
Grim and stuck on their knees.
They want them sugar buttered.
Grim and stuck on their knees...
They seek a life that's other than the one 'not' cookie cutter.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deserving To Be Touted
Deserving to be touted?
Some are.
And have become legends,
In their own right!
And without doubt.
Although some may deny,
A wish they could figure it all out.
Others believe a taking of praise,
Is something easily given to them...
Without experiencing,
A stress that strains emotional drought.
But those who have obtained a fame,
Aren't the ones to toss it about.
Usually those deserving to be touted,
Are mystified themselves.
And would like to know specifically,
What they've done unlike anyone else?
Especially those chosen to receive attention.
'What have you done,
That is different from what I do? '
~I have no clue.
Maybe it is my stubbornness,
To remain true to myself...
With nothing else to prove.~
'But you are moody.
Sometimes anti-social.
And you are moody with a giving,
Of much attitude.'
~I agree.
But...
I don't know why you are questioning me.
Like you I am a witness to all of this too! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is Your Heart
i don't believe
in the smile that you leave me with
when you walk away and say goodbye
well i don't expect
the world to move
underneath me but for god's sake could you try
i know that you're true to me
you're always there, you say you care
i know that you wanna be mine
where is your heart
cause i don't really feel you
where is your heart
what i really want is to believe you
is it so hard to give me what i need
i want your heart to bleed
and that's all i'm asking for
where is your heart?
i don't understand
your love is so cold
it's always me who's reaching out for your hand
i always dreamed
that love would be effortless
like a petal falling to the ground
a dreamer following his dream
where is your heart
cause i don't really feel you
where is your heart
what i really want is to believe you
is it so hard to give me what i need
i want your heart to bleed
and that's all i'm asking for
where is your heart?
it seems so much is left unsaid
but you can say anything
oh anytime you need
baby it's just you and me
i know that you're true to me
you're always there, you say you care
i know that you wanna be mine
where is your heart
cause i don't really feel you
where is your heart
what i really want is to believe you
is it so hard to give me what i need
i want your heart to bleed
and that's all i'm asking for
where is your heart
cause i don't really feel you
where is your heart
what i really want is to believe you
is it so hard to give me what i need
i want your heart to bleed
and that's all i'm asking for
where is your heart?
song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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After Time Reveals The Deceiving Kind
I can understand why you have chosen a mask,
From which undercover you feel an ease...
To address insults a disguise allows to please.
Cowards seem always proud of such conquests.
These actions affords them,
An attention they get to spew their bitterness.
But somehow their minds stay stuck and confined,
To an emptiness that smothers them...
With a hatred of self they can not leave behind!
And this exposes who they really are,
Time after time...
After time reveals the deceiving kind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Specific And Direct
Untreated deceptions can defeat.
And those addicted to their weaknesses,
Are often comforted by those overprotective...
With a using of empathy to remedy this disease.
And a diseased mind condoned,
Will always seek a defense against anyone showing...
A lack of sympathy that offends,
The ones who gather others that befriend them.
Proclaiming false accusations of being treated mean,
By those they wish to declare as their enemies...
Have been too specific and direct and absent of tolerance,
With a giving of their 'cruel' assessments that upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stubborn Poses
Holding a firm grip,
Onto bitterness and anguish...
From times now that do not exist.
Is something people do!
Why do you choose that to be you?
Schoolyard games and childish antics...
Have many still inviting,
These conflicts in their minds...
To persist and rewind.
Hoping to find themselves validated...
By anyone who has replaced,
A forward movement...
With a backward pace.
Just to appease a waste to accomodate.
Regardless of the foolishness this creates.
And there are those
Who choose to stay in their ruts...
Stuck!
In such outdated...
Mindless stubborn poses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Lived Moves On
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!
Bouldering that overflowing dike of tears,
They may cry.
Heal.
And let those emotions subside!
But do not collect over the years,
As souvenirs awarded for their sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pieces Of A Dream (Roger Sanchez Seven Minutes Of Soul Mix)
J.P. Maunick/R. Bull)
(Oh, holding)
(Still holdin)
(Oh)
Before you go
I'd like to say
You give me so much satisfaction
Started up a chain reaction
Tryin' to work out in my mind
A way to let you know
Oh darling
You're asking me to be strong
But I can't see the wrong
In what I'm doing
Just want to hold you every day
Locked inside this feeling
I want you here to stay
Chorus:
(Holding)
Cause I'm holding (I'm holding)
I'm holding on
To the pieces of a dream
Holding
I'm holding on (Still holding)
Still holding on
To the pieces of a dream
What can I do
But to be true
I'm getting such a strong sensation
And it's not my imagination
It's not me to pretend
So try and understand
Oh darling
My heart is chosen to belong
And I don't see the wrong
In what I'm feeling
I know it's time to say goodbye
But I'm not living in a lie
I want you here to stay
Chorus x 2
Oh, baby
You're asking me to be strong
But I still can't see the wrong
In what I'm doing
Just want to hold you every day
Locked? inside this feeling
I want you here to stay
Chorus x 2
song performed by by Incognito
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In Fear to Live Without An Approval Given
Comatosed,
And going through programmed motions.
A life grossed out,
With overdosed imposed notions.
And under hypnosis,
As neurotics sometimes appear.
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
Lives becoming too corrupt!
For those who've been fed...
Their lives lived,
Are headed towards bad luck!
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
While some on the other hand,
Wearing shoes spit shined...
Reflecting all for them is going grand.
All is fine.
With seats sitting on top of the World.
Are never seen behind the scenes...
Throwing their temper tantrums,
As if spoiled boys and girls.
Screaming from inside their soundproof cells.
No one hears them screaming!
Not the ones who believe them to be living well.
Not from the hell they've made!
Fresh pressed dresses.
And suits with no hints of lint.
Often send wrong messages...
To those impressed!
Expressing their bittersweet and sour laments.
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
The ones deluded by the giving of false presentations,
Waste too much time...
Finding excuses to make!
And hoping no one passes judgements on them,
In acceptable discussions in those social circles wished...
To be invited to participate because of their exquisite tastes.
And not for the bad impressions rejected.
Or an image dismissed,
By those who choose to keep their images faked!
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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