The First To Be Involved
I am here!
Not to appease.
To then leave feeling guilt if I don't.
I am here,
To be who it is I am.
And any adjustments I have to make,
My Creator will be the first to be involved.
And please...
Do not be offended by my admitting to this.
It's just what I know for me to be true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rights of The Victim
Rights of the victim:
To forgive...
With a choice to remember,
And recall.
To feel embittered!
Especially if one still has life.
Since being victimized isn't easy to forget.
And to know that vindication,
Takes on a whole new meaning...
When God is involved.
And God has a way to handle all of it!
Being patient?
That is one's option.
But it is highly recommended!
It is best to leave such matters,
In the hands of The Creator!
Keep faith and know this...
No one could ever be that imaginative,
When it comes to inflicting upon another...
A lifetime of remorse and guilt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Shows
Misleading others to believe,
Things that are not true.
Will never create a healing wished.
No matter what is done,
By those who do things like this,
When they do!
A lie is a lie.
No matter how small or tall!
An integrity of someone is involved.
And of course...
God knows the truth involved in it all.
And guilt self inflicted,
Isn't easy to hide inside those wicked.
It shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choice Of Tone and Arrogant Demeanor
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons.
And those who refuse to honor their requests
Are thought to be stand-offish...
With an angering of those that stir up protests,
Against someone who attempts not to get them upset.
And yet it does,
And they do...
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
But the depth of them had not been explored,
To make known.
Why is it,
People solicit to get opinions...
Then wish them to be edited,
To appease their expectatons?
And that one who 'is' direct,
With a giving of an opinion to suggest and recommend...
Is seldom left to leave them without being disrespected.
To anger those...
Yep!
You've guessed it.
By trying to protect their sensitivities.
'It wasn't what you said that offended.
It was your choice of tone and arrogant demeanor.
And we are not accustomed,
To anyone who disregards what we accept.'
~What do you prefer?
Deception? ~
'YES!
We thought to 'you' this would be obvious.
Aren't we charading with the best of our pretentions?
How are you ever going to be one of 'us'? '
~Uh...
I'm clueless.~
'And apparently raw, out of the box and not trained, either! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Learn To Do It With The Action
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide right now,
You want satisfaction.
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide you want satisfaction,
And...
Satisfaction is where it's at.
Some people find themselves getting crazed,
Over things they can't afford to give.
As if they are committed to give and not get.
So they sit and twist their minds into fits.
Some people find themselves getting crazed,
When the holidays of feeding greed...
Come to empty their pockets then leave.
Like a buyer's remorse that's grieved.
Oh no,
Let go of the hold.
It's not worth the beholding.
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide you want satisfaction,
And...
Satisfaction is where it's at.
Don't allow a guilt to ride attached to your back.
Learn to grab some satisfaction.
Don't allow a guilt to ride like that!
Learn to grab some satisfaction.
And...
Learn to do it with the action.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Credited Gluttony
Well,
The popularity of tea parties,
Seem to be dipping a little bit.
The reality of what needs to be fixed,
Has more to do with sacrifice.
And sipping on this...
More are admitting,
They had been in denial...
With delusional visions,
They had wish to keep revisited.
But the one who sees what is needed ahead,
Has made attempts to feed responsibility...
To everyone instead.
And since true leadership few had been exposed,
Many believed delusions fed...
Would never cause them to overdose.
Well,
The popularity of tea parties,
Seem to be dipping a little bit.
The reality of what needs to be fixed,
Has more to do with sacrifice.
And sipping on this...
More are admitting,
They had been in denial...
With delusional visions,
They had wish to keep revisited.
And this...
Will no longer appease,
Those caring less about fulfilling fantasies.
The piper plucked,
Now wishes to be paid.
Not in promises...
But in 'bucks'!
To close a widening gap...
That credited gluttony has yet to slow up!
Especially from those,
With opened mouths and swelling guts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeling Romantic
You made me feel like this.
Oh yes you did.
I am...
Feeling romantic.
And admitting it.
And,
You've got my nose wide open.
Hooked and hanging limp.
Like a fish with glazed eyes.
Smiling as if given a 'fix'.
From something that has left me addicted.
Blinded I am by your sight.
Beaming with a smile and unresisting.
Like a deer caught in broad daylight.
You made me feel like this.
Oh yes you did.
I am...
Feeling romantic.
And admitting every bit of it.
'What's the matter with you? '
Huh.
'I said...
What is the matter with you? '
I think...
I think,
I'm in love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Feeling Guilt Or Appalled At All
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
Oh it's just too sad...
To know the ones who lead aren't leaders.
Although give they do nice and sweet speeches,
As if what will be done is prioritized...
And homelessness and hunger will soon meet defeat!
It's just so sad...
To witness people struggle to their feet.
And walk for miles to try to keep up...
Their heads as they seek dwindling opportunities.
As others pass them talking,
To leave them without greeting...
Or helping out to meet their needs.
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled at all!
It's just so sad...
To think that people don't get a bite to eat.
And it's just so sad...
These people aren't the only ones seen on the streets.
Some still live in homes,
While others condone roaming all alone.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
(It's just so...)
People have the gall to dropp this ball,
Without feeling guilt or appalled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take Me Home
Now Im here all alone
Takin care of my own
Down in no mans land
Got no friend, got no dime
Only plenty of time
Wheres the saving hand?
I got that feeling to need
More and more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make
More than conversation
That is the fever,
Wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Its not true what you see
Behind that mask thats not me
Try to reach my world
Cant you see Im so blind
Stay with me to change my mind
No more nightmares, girl
I got that feeling to need more
And more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make more
Than conversation
That is the fever, wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
I got that feeling to need more
And more attention
That is the fever, dont leave me alone
I got that feeling to make more
Than conversation
That is the fever,
Wheres my home?
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
song performed by by Helloween
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What if it's just a feeling?
What if it's just a feeling and nothing more
just a feeling that's never penetrated to the core
and what shall i do if my love is superficial
how shall I act if i find it's not official
what? i simply lie to myself? what if its not real?
what if i don't love her for who she is like a fool
what if my heart uses and deceives me like a tool
I hope this is more than i feel
i want this love to be pure and true
i want it to be the kind where i spend my life with you
but is it so?
is my love strong and full or will it go
away
one day
and leave me hollow
that's a lot to swallow
but my love, o my dear, hat if its a lie?
i don't wish to lie, I believe i love you
i really do
i could write on the whole of the sky
but would that make my love true?
how can i prove that i love you?
what if its just a feeling
hopefully not...hopefully not just a feeling...... i fear
poem by David Knox
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True guilt is guilt at the obligation one owes to oneself to be oneself. False guilt is guilt felt at not being what other people feel one ought to be or assume that one is.
quote by R.D. Laing
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Before The Absence Of It Is Recognized
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
Those embittered and express it,
Know what love is and this makes them sick.
Every time they think of something they did foolish.
Like admitting to submitting.
And wanting now to leave those feelings abandoned.
But can't.
And this is made no secret!
Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.
There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.
Those who know true love,
Aren't afraid of being crushed.
But may be overly cautious,
Suspicious and distrusting.
Hoping one raised eyebrow,
Doesn't give them or their experiences away.
'So...
How long did it take you to despise and hate,
Your previous mate? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come On Down
He's your focus
when the lights not green
you come and go so soon.
You pass him off now
as another friend
but nothing special.
Since i've seen what ya gonna be
i couldn't leave that loaded gun in your hand
said no, no, no
said no, no
And i wish
that you would come on down
and get involved.
And i wish
that you stick around
just come on down.
Face the wall now
since you messed up again
how did u know so soon?
Don't pass it up now
because...change through the day
your'll looking different already.
Since i've seen what ya gonna be
i couldn't leave that loaded gun in your hand
said no, no, no
said no, no
And i wish
that you would come on down
and get involved.
And i wish
that you stick around
just come on down.
No don't you tell me
what's on your mind
coz if i hesitate and run
or leave that gun loaded gun in your hand...
And i wish, i wish, i wish
And i wish
that you would come on down
and get involved.
And i wish
that you stick around
just come on down yeah come on down
And i wish (since iv'e seen what ya gonna be)
that you would come on down
and get involved.
And i wish (since i've seen what ya gonna be)
that you stick around
and i wish, i wish, i wish
song performed by by Zed
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Two Days
its been nothing but truth from the begining
but nothing but lies is how its ending
it took two days to arrive
why would you do this, why
'You really hurt them', this is all you fault
little phone conversations
to make sure i knew what she was thinking
go to the bathroom
she would follow
hotel room
her sleep was shallow
erica tried to talk
but mom continued to walk up
i know who hurt my sister
i've always kinda know he was a bastered
mom was so bitchy
so we sat quitely
guilt after guilt trip
trying to make it stick
telling me what to do
and what not to say
i don't havemuch time
music up loud thats my sign
mom continued to say
'Bill hung his ass'
and'i'm talking my life back'
i didn't let it show, how guilty i really felt
to get people involved
for them feel the rath of mom
theres not much to tell
it was just a living hell
the only giult i feel
is for the pain i caused, to the ones i love, for thats real
this was my battle from the beginning
and it will be until the end
the pain that people are holding now
is why i was always the ONLY ONE to try and find my way out
now i got to go
every so offten i'll leave a post
poem by Playdough Person
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When Money Is Involved
When money is involved...
Titles are of no importance.
Elections conducted,
Are to seduce the proletariat.
With dangling carrots.
To increase desires to reach.
But known they will never get.
And those right to vote notions,
Set into motion...
Are to squelch protests.
To quiet perceptions of divisions,
Between the ones feeling disenfranchised.
And others of special interests to be kept.
Yet...
Eventually,
The one who has the money wins.
And a running done to gain notoriety,
Has little or no meaning to them.
To take opinionated positions,
Based upon a popularity given...
Is not a game for them to play.
Not in a conventional public way.
When money is involved?
Those who have it decide who plays.
To leave a process believed fair,
Made quite simple.
Those who have the cash,
Are not concerned about talking trash.
Since what takes place,
Where and when...
All of it,
Dispensed.
Still delivers a guaranteed return,
On their investments.
When money is involved...
Titles are of no importance.
Nor is there a need to run for any office.
Or make needless public appearances.
When money is involved...
People pay others to monitor their interests.
And take care of all their needs.
Whatever those needs may be.
Regardless of who, why and where...
Someone makes a decision to vote.
When money is involved...
Those who have it,
Decide who wins!
That's it!
Debates are for those seeking to be entertained.
And those with the money,
Write the script, direct and produce the affects,
'They' expect!
Until their needs are pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On A Spotlighted Soapbox
Why is it,
That those depicted as being rude or insolent...
And prepared to quarrel,
Seem to be the ones having their toes stepped on...
By some who believe,
They can do to others as they please to leave...
Feeling highly offended.
To then complain on a spotlighted soapbox,
How they were mistreated for doing absolutely nothing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Do Admit This
I must admit,
I've gone through several personality shifts...
During my lifetime.
Finding those adjustments not so easy to take.
But glad that God took the time with me,
To make those growth periods...
Ones I now appreciate.
I must admit,
I've had great teachers.
Several I did not meet in classrooms either.
I've had close relationships with those,
Who taught me lessons to keep.
I must admit,
I miss my grandparents and parents.
Ex-wives and tight friends who in my life,
And in my mind....
Will always exist.
It seems those who were most interested in me,
Are gone.
And for some reason what they taught,
Has left me powerfully strong.
And I do admit this...
So much of their presence lives within me.
I feel them surrounding me constantly.
Whether this is memory or actual occurrence.
I must admit,
They've assisted in my endurance.
Leaving me to know I am blessed!
And admitting to myself,
What they have left has allowed my happiness.
I would not be able to live,
Without this admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of 'That' Because Of Them, Now and How!
You seem so calm, cool and collected!
Aren't you concerned?
'About what, why, whom and when? '
Of 'that' because of them, now and how!
'Wow!
No...
I am not.
I use to be upset about all of it.
And yet...
You seem to have all of it separated in categories.
I have never been that involved.
Not to dissect it to be inspected.
Unlike you,
I am blessed not to be that affected.
Wow!
You make me feel even more proud,
That I did not allow myself to get 'that' involved.
Where is your peace? '
Of what?
Pieces of anything I had to give up!
'Wow!
You make me feel even more proud,
That I did not allow myself to get 'that' involved.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leave A Little Room
(michael randall)
If your heart is breaking
cause your dreams not coming true
Leave a little room
To start again
If your faith is shaken
Though it seems you thought it through
Leave a little room
For it to mend
Leave a little room
To find a friend
Leave a little room
To start again
First you think youre alone
And the worlds made of stone
And the game isnt fair
till you know someone cares
till someone cares
If your love is leaving
And you thought that it was true
Leave a little room
To think again
If your heart is bleeding
And you dont know what to do
Leave a little room
For it to mend
Leave a little room
To find a friend
Leave a little room
To start again
And youre glad youre alive
Youve got nothing to hide
And the feeling is free
And the feeling is me
If your heart is breaking
cause your dreams not coming true
Leave a little room
To start again
If your love is leaving
And you thought that it was true
Leave a little room
To find it
Put a little faith behind it
Leave a little room
And start again
Leave a little room
To find it
Put a little faith behind it
Leave a little room
And start again
Leave a little room
To start again
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Guilt is not so to the guilty
The one who married as second or second time,
The one having a concubine or is cuckolding.
An eloper, a paramour, an incest sinner,
A widow in love, a widow to wed, or a love
Across the cast and creed, all I abhorred.
The concept would have been different
Had I been involved in any of them.
Guilt is the guilt to one till one commits it.
15.09.2000, Paklm
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Caught In A Moment
Your stare swallows me
And I can hardly breathe
I feel it's dangerous,
Could be deadly
Somehow I'm willing to do the things you want
Take me in your arms
Spoon-feed my heart and
Drip by drip
I'll take it all
Sip by sip
I guess that it's
Make or break
Boy here and now
Chorus:
We're caught in a moment
And I won't let it go
I am falling deeper, losing my control
Involved in a feeling
Like the blink of an eye
And the silence it belongs to you and I
Broke through barriers
And passed a state of mind
I'm not scared no more
It feels divine
So take me in
And catch me when I fall
I'm waiting on the edge
Uncut my soul
Snip by snip
I'm oozing it
Bit by bit
I'm taking it
Step by step
Boy here and now
Chorus:
We're caught in a moment
And I won't let it go
I am falling deeper, losing my control
Involved in a feeling
Like the blink of a eye
And the silence it belongs to you and I
Secretly I let it slip
Emotional I fall through it
All I know I'm losing my control
I'm down your way too far
And there's no turning back
And now I'm shedding all my fears
I know, I know
Chorus:
We're caught in a moment
And I won't let it go (let it go)
I am falling deeper, losing my control (my control)
Involved in a feeling (involved in a feeling)
Like the blink of a eye (eye)
And the silence it belongs to you and I (I)
oooh ahhh ooooh oooh
oooh ahhh ooooh oooh
oooh ahhh ooooh oooh
song performed by by Sugababes
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