Targets
There is something about a headache,
That keeps me from wanting one.
I don't get up in the middle of night,
Pacing the floor craving them.
Some might do that.
Some have a need for that kind of attention.
However with a 'how' attached to 'ever'...
I have been introduced to several people,
Who probably get no sleep at all...
Planning to deliver a few headaches,
To those unsuspecting...
They are targets!
And they too have no idea...
Those they may have chosen,
For this delivery...
Have a few surprises of their own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a world where discovery is more important than delivery, it's the people who find, remix and direct attention to old stuff that should be rewarded, not the people who deliver it or sit on it waiting for someone to show up.
quote by Joichi Ito
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For This I Stay Thankful
Some may choose to rush through life,
With a seeking done...
That reflects an absence of appreciation,
To anyone or at anytime shown.
And becoming frustrated with impatience,
Never to overcome.
Only to complain with accusations...
Directed towards some 'thing' or someone.
With a point of view...
Guaranteed to deliver a headache,
To a few.
Or an 'annointed' unsuspecting one,
Who elects to get involved!
Believing to do so...
Is an obligation,
One fellowman has for another.
You know the kind.
Prepared to donate a lung...
When that opportunity comes.
And for those who choose this kind of sacrifice...
God bless them!
I do not lay awake at night,
Envious of Mother Teresa, Gandhi or Martin Luther King, Jr.
Or those devoted to hard headed folks.
I admire them!
However...
I am so grateful,
God has blessed me with a different calling...
That limits my cussing to a minimum.
And some days I go cuss free.
Leaving my right eyebrow...
Relaxed from a familiar lift!
And for this...
I stay thankful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Odd Balls
Who needs other people coming to deliver,
Baskets of grief as if fruit to eat.
Respect is what is needed,
To help lift those tensions,
With relief.
Expressing respect,
Should be one's prime delivery.
False sympathies spoken,
From those hearts deep in misery.
Hinders the healing of the ones who leave,
Agonies felt,
Behind them as they mend.
They wish not to hear them over and over again.
Those that are able to reflect from mistakes,
Are free to welcome happiness,
With a shedding of that which has caused heartbreak.
And doing what it takes,
To stand strong and tall to then walk away.
Who needs other people coming to deliver,
Baskets of grief as if fruit to eat.
With a convincing attempted,
To get attention as they speak...
How people who are honest and truth seekers,
Are the 'odd balls' to disbelieve.
People nourishing insecurities,
Love to feed them as if they are welcomed company.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Craving
Lying here on the couch
With my heart in the mouth
Realize you were right I was wrong and
Im in pieces and bits but thats nothing you can fix
Cause baby youre still my addiction
Ohhh
Every minutes like a thousand years
Since you were lying here
[chorus:]
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste gotta get a taste
Satisfy my need
Baby, wont you save me
Got this craving for you
For you...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Its like you live in these walls
I hear your voice down the hall
I swear I see your face its everywhere its every place
I start myself past the pain but still it wont go away
The more I try to forget I remember
Ohhh
Every minutes like a thousand years
Since you were lying here
[chorus:]
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste gotta get a taste
Satisfy my need
Baby, wont you save me
Got this craving
To lose myself in you and were standing in the rain
To keeping you awake through the night
I hunger for your touch
Cause I need you back whats wrong with that
No I cant be without you no more
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste
Gotta get a taste satisfy my need
Baby wont you save me
In the middle of the night
I turn on the light
Too desperate to breathe
Cause I get this craving
Theres no time to waste
Gotta get a taste satisfy my need
Baby wont you save me
Got this craving for you
Craving for you
song performed by by O-town
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Like The Rest Of Us
Being introduced,
Is similar to a new flavor tasted.
Everyone flatters.
And on their best of behaviors.
One can tell when familiarity sets in!
People begin to disrupt conversations.
Talk about others disrespectfully.
And think it okay to say what they please.
With a name dropping of those,
They have chosen to pick apart to dislike.
And expose.
Based upon innuendos.
However...
Being introduced,
Is similar to a new flavor tasted.
Everyone flatters.
And on their best of behaviors.
Until the flavor tasted becomes as common,
As taking a cheap shot at someone's expense.
Regardless if they are within listening distance.
'I remember when they first arrived on the scene.
They were so pleasant to have around then.
I liked them!
Now they have become,
Well...'
~Annoying?
Irritating?
Judgemental and opinionated?
Like the rest of us? ~
'No.
I was not going to say that.
I 'was' going to say...
Boring.
Plus...
They have this 'thing' about wanting meangingful conversation.
WHO are these people?
I tried insulting them...
And they just smiled.
How appalling can they get? '
~Well...
I'm open to learning a few lessons myself.
THAT would be refreshing.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inbred Ambitions
I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.
Today people want to participate,
More as a whim to socialize and network.
And when they stroll in late,
With excuses to make...
I am not one to appreciate it,
With a subtle delivery of comments.
And coming in smacking on gum!
And carrying snacks?
My discipline within I keep,
Will not allow me to tolerate that!
And 'please'...
Do not hold up other people's time,
By a display of 'theatrics' that lie.
That kind of disrespect,
Will get a direct sign I am more than upset!
I am clinical when I sever connections.
I remember the days,
People took their creativity seriously.
And lived to fulfill their inbred ambitions.
Today...
People are living to get the attention.
And wanting to get paid to display,
Both lack of talent and a depth of feeling...
For the craft!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Knowing Of An End Result Produced
I am not here,
With a wish to deliver.
I am here,
Because I can deliver.
There is a huge difference between,
Wanting to do and a doing to be done.
With a knowing of a coming end result,
Produced! And, not held up in discussion.
I am not here,
With a wish to deliver.
I am here,
Because I can deliver.
And I've been called a 'mother--'
On many occasions.
And strangely enough,
By those caring less how long I spent in labor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Imprint On My Mind
All dressed up with no place to go.
I visited a place a long time ago.
The people there had lost their minds.
I looked around and saw all kinds.
Some were young and some were old.
Some were in their prime.
Some were new arrivals
and some were there a long time.
Some were incoherent
and some were jabbering away,
talking to invisible people
that might come and take them away.
There was one young woman pacing up and down
all dressed up in fine clothes.
Where she was planning on going
God only knows.
They told me that she did this routine
on every single day.
She was waiting for someone to come for her
and finally take her away.
This scene made its imprint on my mind
and stayed with me since then.
I still see her pacing in her dress-up clothes
even though I've never seen her again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Deliver Me
deliver me...
from the fury, the noise,
and the roar of the wheel...
deliver me...
from my own insecurities,
my unconscious greed,
and my self driven fears.
deliver me...
from my conceptual understanding,
my limited knowledge,
and my worship of knowledge.
deliver me...
from all anger and hatred
in whatever disguise...
deliver me...
from being driven by
mouth and stomach unchecked,
from what i think i need.
deliver me..
from my countless mistakes,
and the excuses i make!
deliver me...
from any kind of pride
that closes the open hand!
deliver me...
from any sense of self
that would seperate and divide.
deliver me...
from laziness and tiredness,
from bitterness and lonliness.
deliver me...
from all forms of apathy,
and the want to possess...
deliver me...
and bring me to realize myself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sleep
In the middle of the night
Head on my pillow
Looking like a little ghost
Seems like all of the things
That you gave your mother
Have all gone up in smoke
In the middle of the night
You don't know what I'm thinking
But still the stars still sparkle and shine
Seems like all of the time
Our boat was slowly sinking
You didn't even seem to mind
Now all I want to do is sleep
Now all I want to do is sleep
Now all I want to do is sleep
song performed by by Garbage
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It takes a big idea to attract the attention of consumers and get them to buy your product. Unless your advertising contains a big idea, it will pass like a ship in the night. I doubt if more than one campaign in a hundred contains a big idea.
quote by David Ogilvy
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I Really Hope
I dont down this row before
Now Im coming back for more
This is like a dja-vu
I was born to be with you
Into the night we went to sleep
You and I were meant for peace
Into the night we went to play
You and i
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
So xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
We dont have to change at all
And our life will not xxx
Its one freedom all about
Into the night we go to sleep
You and I were meant for kiss
Into the night we go to play
You and i
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope youll always be
So in love with me
I really hope well always stay
So attached this way
I really hope that youll always be here
I really hope that youll always be near
Take really note that Ill always be here
I really hope that well always be near
song performed by by Cranberries
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Abrasive
I cannot wait
or stick around
I'm giving up
I'm face down
it's not me
it's not you
but I'm still in this room
Hey you choose it
Hey you abused it
It's not you wipe the tears aside
and you cry and scream
in the middle of the night
wrapped in a blanket
but you told the lies
hey you choose it
hey abused it
hey refused it
hey you lose it
I cry and scream in the middle of the night
I can't go to sleep
I shake my head in the middle of the night
I can't go to sleep
It's not me
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd from Abrasive
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Here Comes The Night
Lyrics by J. Bettis
Music by Barry Manilow
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The day is ending
And the same old pain begins
Each deeper shade of blue
Brings back more of you to miss
I fight the tears again
But I just can't win and
Here comes the night
And here I go out of my mind again
Here comes the night
And here I go crazy missin' you
Wanting you
Needing you
I just can't stand it
Here comes the night again
I still remember
You lyin' next to me
The love would go so deep
We wouldn't get to sleep at all
These nights I'm losing sleep
To a lonely memory
Here comes the night
And here I go out of my mind again
Here comes the night
And here I go crazy missin' you
Wanting you
Needing you
I just can't stand it
Here comes the night again
Will it never end
Why can't I forget forever
Here comes the night
And here I go out of my mind again
Here comes the night
And here I go crazy missin' you
Wanting you
Needing you
I just can't stand it
Here comes the night again
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Out From the Woodwork...AGAIN
Prepare for them.
They are plotting...
To make surprises appearances,
From nowhere.
Out from the woodwork.
Those who once had issues,
With your lifestyle and how you lived.
Those who criticized your efforts.
And everything you did.
But time have changed.
And an exchange of fortunes,
Have occured.
Those who thought nothing of slandering you,
And now wishing for your time,
To impose upon you...
Wanting full attention.
And their voices to be heard!
Prepare for them.
They are plotting...
To make surprises appearances,
From nowhere.
Out from the woodwork.
Those who called you a fool and jerk...
Are out of time, money.
A place to live!
Since they are out of work,
And integrity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Given A Llicense With Rights To Thieve
I don't know why it should now come,
To bother me.
That so many believe,
They've been given a license...
With rights to thieve.
And experience always teaches,
What is taken dishonestly...
Pays no just rewards.
But those perceiving they have achieve,
Greater heights by theft...
Usually become the ones frightened,
That their appetites have taken a last bite.
With a pacing done on a floor...
In the wee hours beyond midnight.
I don't know why it should now come,
To bother me.
That so many believe,
They've been given a license...
With rights to thieve.
As I find I am the one who can not sleep,
While others are pacing their floors...
Seeking new and fresh ways to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you are planning for a year, sow rice; if you are planning for a decade, plant trees; if you are planning for a lifetime, educate people.
If you are planning for a year, sow rice if you are planning for a decade, plant trees if you are planning for a lifetime, educate people.
Testify
Come a little closer it's a feeling that I can't deny
I was weak, but I never thought I'd speak about the darker side
Is that a ten? I could repent on the side of the road
But, I kept on going yeah I headed for another load
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
I was laid upon the grave by a preacher's hand I cannot lie
And, I forsake many vows I made to be with you tonight
Could you be the salvation cause I never felt like this before
And, could you lend me your hand because I'm falling back on the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
On a road outside of nowhere, in the middle of the night
Well I guess I hit rock bottom and the dawn was not in sight
And a Tempest made of fire, onset the sky aglow
And a sweet young thing called out my name
And this is how it goes, she says...
Choir:
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf: And I got down on my knees
Choir :"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf (over the top of the choirs last two repititions):
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf:
Every cut that heals reveals a scar that you can never hope to hide
All the pain that you restrain keeps building up deep inside
If you think you're above it then it's you my friend that I implore
You've got to talk before you run
See the night before the dawn
Before you pull yourself off the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Choir Singer: Up from the ground yeah, I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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I Want To Know That You Will Munch
If it is going to be from me stated,
Not a syllable connected...
Has been chosen in haste.
I do not intend to waste time.
Neither yours or mine.
Throwing anything together,
To satisfy a taste.
I don't want you just to nibble.
I want to know that you will munch.
If I find there is something important to say,
And I regard you as an important receiver?
I am not going to select anything quickly,
To pick and appease what I believe,
Will be acceptable to your taste.
I am not that kind of chef.
To deliver less than my best
If what I say is important enough to say to you,
That importance I show to you I wish to keep.
I want you to expect each time a feast from me.
And if that is not believed...
I have no other way to convince.
Other than to ignore you.
And I perceive you have been already,
Accustomed to that.
Or you wouldn't be so offended,
By the closeness of my approach.
Or my willingness to remain attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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