To Sacrifice
If you know what it is like to sacrifice,
With the rewards of the benefits to you received...
Why do you vocalize the doing of it with such contempt?
Are you seeking more of the acknowledgement?
And the sacrificing you claim to do,
Has yet to be noticed by others?
What is it that you sacrifice?
False pride, your self centered ego or both?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sacrifice Yourself
Some days he feels so empty
Just a talking head
Married to a klingon
Who could cream him in the press
God could detonate him
Gods the one we pick to curse us
And 25 years pass him
Like an evening at the circus
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Surprise yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
There it is, the look, the winner you
Once talked of being
Give her one last kiss and
Dive right out the window screaming
No truth decent, it was summer from the waist down
She blew the troops right off your feet
She tells you shes gods grammy
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Surprise yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Dont sacrifice yourself
Her, the only game in town, a queen of competence
Blind in front of mirrors, proving nothings says a lot
Wham bam thank you charlie
Vanity is all
You wander lonely to the scene
A crawling up the walls
Dont sacrifice yourself
song performed by by David Bowie
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Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice! That's the condition of the female. Women have been conditioned to sacrifice for centuries.
quote by Betty Dodson
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Constance Hately
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River,
In rearing Irene and Mary,
Orphans of my older sister!
And you censure Irene and Mary
For their contempt of me!
But praise not my self-sacrifice,
And censure not their contempt;
I reared them, I cared for them, true enough!--
But I poisoned my benefactions
With constant reminders of their dependence.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.
quote by Mahatma Gandhi
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He who would accomplish little must sacrifice little; he who would achieve much must sacrifice much; he who would attain highly must sacrifice greatly.
quote by James Allen
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Devotion and Persistence
A warm welcome of deeds performed,
Aren't always received with standing ovation.
Sometimes what is done is not even noticed.
So what does one do?
Break down in devastation?
Those who give from the heart,
Are not that small in number.
They are not out seeking applause,
Like many false givers do!
It isn't rare that there are those sincere.
They do not appear with banners adorned.
Wanting their accomplishments,
To be heard going on and on.
By someone else who may be impressed.
Someone else who may or may not express envy.
A warm welcome of deeds performed,
Aren't always received with standing ovation.
Sometimes what is done is not even noticed.
So what does one do?
Break down in devastation?
Or make proclamations,
Of how long their 'sacrifices' have been in place!
And those social butterflies,
Are never without their resumés.
Or hints of reminders of those deeds done they do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When you make the sacrifice in marriage, you're sacrificing not to each other but to unity in a relationship.
quote by Joseph Campbell
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The Sacrifice Of Victor
What is sacrifice?
(we s... we s... we s... we sacrifice)
Npg in mass attack, sonny, please.
(we sacrifice)
Church if u will, please turn 2 the book of victor (we s, we s)
We like 2 start at the top if u dont mind
(we sacrifice)
(dont say it, preacher)
I was born on a blood stained table
Cord wrapped around my neck
Epilectic til the age of 7
I was sure heaven marked the deck
(we sacrifice)
I know joy lives round the corner
{joy for sale down on the corner} (we sacrifice)
One day Ill visit her Im gonna
{out on my block Im just a loner} (we sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
Thats when the angels sing {sacrifice}
Thats when the victory is sho nuff {sho nuff down with the sacrifice}
(we sacrifice)
(help me)
(dont say it, preacher)
Mama held up her baby 4 protection
From a man with a strap in his hand
Ask the victor bout pain and rejection
U think he dont when he do understand
(we sacrifice)
I know joy lives round the corner
{joy for sale down on the corner} (we sacrifice)
One day Ill visit her Im gonna
{out on my block Im just a loner} (we sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
Thats when the angels sing {sacrifice}
Thats when the victory is sho nuff {sho nuff down with the sacrifice}
(we sacrifice)
(help me)
{s.a.c.r.i.f.i.c.e}
(we-we-we sacrifice)
(dont say it preacher)
(sac-sacrifice)
(we-we-we sacrifice)
(we-we-we sacrifice)
(sacrifice... if u turn the page)
(dont say it, preacher)
1967 in a bus marked public schools
Rode me and a group of unsuspecting political tools
Our parents wondered what it was like 2 have another color near
So they put their babies together 2 eliminate the fear
We sacrifice yes we did
Fighting one another, (we sacrifice) (dont say it preacher)
All because of color
The angel of hate - she taught me how 2 kick her
If she called me anything but victor (u mean like nigger? )
If the only thing that tells me is father time
Then sacrifice is the mutha sublime - we love it
Listen mutha - we sacrifice
(dont... dont... dont say it preacher)
(we sacrifice)
(well, well, well, well)
(what is sacrifice? )
Hold yo text, deacon
Never understood my old friends laughing
They got high when everything else got wrong (pass the booze up here)
Dr. king was killed and the streets
They started burnin
When the smoke was cleared, their high was gone
Education got important, so important 2 victor
A little more important than ripple and weed
Bernadettes a lady, and she told me (what she say? )
Whatever u do son, a little discipline is what u need,
Is what u need, u need to sacrifice
(we sacrifice)
I know joy lives round the corner
{joy for sale down on the corner} (we sacrifice)
One day Ill visit her Im gonna
{out on my block Im just a loner} (we sacrifice)
When she tell me everything {tell me}
Thats when the angels sing {sacrifice}
Thats when the victory is sho nuff {sho nuff down with the sacrifice}
(we sacrifice)
(what is sacrifice? )
(we sacrifice)
{s.a.c.r.i.f.i.c.e}
(we sacrifice) (joy around the corner)
Hey wendy, how come we... (we sacrifice)
scuse me yall (we sacrifice)
We dont dont mean 2 take up yo time (joy around the corner)
But we got something
Heavy on our minds (we sacrifice)
Yes, we do (we sacrifice)
Sometimes, u gotta leave the one u love
Somebody, anybody, everybody wave your hand
Around the corner, theres another sacrifice (joy around the corner)
But u got 2 do the best u can yall (we sacrifice)
Say u got 2 go through it (go through it)
U got 2 go through it all (go through it all)
High glory, yeah
Sell it, dont tell it, dont tell me (joy around the corner)
[.....] nice at my feet
Lord I might get tired,
But i, Ive got 2 keep on (we sacrifice)
Walkin down this road, (we sacrifice)
Keep on walkin down this road (joy around the corner)
When I reach my destination (we sacrifice)
My name will be victor
Amen
song performed by by Prince
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Who Benefits From A Not Getting Of It?
No one's here to endure pain or suffering.
No one can explain to what gain pain brings.
Who benefits from sacrificing love?
Who benefits from sacrificing joy?
Who benefits from,
A not getting of it?
Who benefits from,
A missing of this?
Who benefits from sacrificing love?
Who benefits from,
A not getting of it.
Who benefits from,
A missing of this.
Who benefits from sacrificing joy.
Who benefits from,
Not getting it.
Who benefits from,
A missing of this.
People,
Are not getting...
What prophets are saying 'bout powers of love.
People,
Are not getting...
What prophets are saying 'bout powers of love.
No one's here to endure pain or suffering.
No one can explain to what gain pain brings.
People,
Are not getting...
What prophets are saying 'bout powers of love.
People,
Are not getting...
What prophets are saying 'bout powers of love.
Who benefits from a not getting of it.
People,
Are not getting...
What prophets are saying 'bout powers of love.
People,
Are not getting...
What prophets are saying 'bout powers of love.
Who benefits from a not getting of it.
Who benefits from a not getting of it.
People,
Are not getting...
What prophets are saying 'bout powers of love.
Who benefits from a not getting of it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I wish this were a sacrifice time
I wish this were a sacrifice time
a flaten tin cans and bind up paper time
a Cub scout drive time
A Spitfire and Helldiver time
An “excess profits tax” time
an everybody works time
A kapoc time to pick the milkwood
Like then, the lights are turning out
all over the world
it's just about as bad.
The bodies are turning up,
it's just that professionals are being paid
to do any sacrificing that's “voluntary”.
Instead of 'WE'RE SACRIFICING' like then
it's WE'RE BEING SACRIFICED.
poem by David P Williams
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Sacrifice not the truth
Not to thy lips
Sacrifice not the truth
To thy brute egotism
Not to thy heart
Sacrifice not the truth
To thy vengeful ill logic
Not to thy spirit
Sacrifice not the truth
To the baneful intentions
Not to thy soul
Sacrifice not the truth
To the sharp arrows of thy lies
Love the truth
Where you are the truth
Shall be your sister
And thy loving companion
The truth you love to tell
Will stand by you will
Forgive you readily without
Hurt and set you free to enjoy
Your truthful honest lived life
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Sacrifice Sacrifice
Sacrifice is losing with pleasure;
Sacrifice is suffering with pleasure.
Pleasure is the reward for the sacrifice.
Don't mind the absence of gratitude..
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breast Fed
Sacrificing the expected,
To be the unaccepted self
One is.
Regardless if tears fall.
Afterall...
The time will come,
When others find that being shunned
For who one 'is'...
Has its rewards.
And being ignored,
Provides a growth that shows those stunted...
In ways that delays a maturity,
Fear by others still seeking to be breast fed.
From any available 'crib'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sacrifices
Beautiful values and culture
No freedom to follow one's own believe
Freedom of following the culture is banned
Sacrifice of their vision and mission
Beautiful mind and soul
It was kept in dark and hidden
Hence left with no choices
Sacrifice of the inner strength
Beautiful kindness and compassion
Taken as a weakness
Tortured and abused
Sacrifice of being human
Beautiful life
Too much which has filled the air
Breathing out of frustration
Sacrifice of their precious life by setting themselves on fire
poem by Tenzin Whitetara
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Here To Perform Tasks Then Leave
It is there within us,
Left safe...
And kept protected.
All of our fears we do not admit,
There is 'something' in the mix...
That does not satisfy what we get.
'What about 'me'?
Are my feelings not legitimate?
Why aren't they perceived? '
And yet,
With all there is from us to give...
Many live to know of this.
There is a feeling of dismissal.
And this is lived with acknowledgement.
We must live and trust,
That a power far greater than us...
Knows our deeds.
And we believe this 'power' relieves,
With an erasing done of a grief...
We did not originate to initiate,
Those feelings of distrust received.
And yet,
We spend our lives regretting...
A sacrifice we do that comes to upset,
Those unappreciated efforts made...
Gone unrespected and left to go undetected,
By those we feel are close to our hearts.
Not all,
But many feel they are not benefactors...
Of what they know to be,
An unconditional love that is given.
And received by others as if from the giver,
This to them is meant to be a special delivery!
'What about 'me'?
I am not living ungrateful or selfishly.
What about me,
We ask.
Am I here just to perform tasks,
Then leave?
What about me? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Ways To Them That Will Stun
A sacrificing done,
Need not be sacrificial.
That which is knowingly sacrificed,
To those with that done as an experience...
Who someday will receive those benefits.
And to them it will become beneficial,
In ways to them that will stun!
In ways those and others knowing...
A sacrificing did has been done,
With a denying of themselves consumption.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Received Without Sacrifice
Years spent in learning a craft.
Or the multiple tasks attached to applying...
That which is associated in the creation of it.
Benefits with the experience of observation.
And plenty of lessons through frustrations learned.
Pieces believed by others to be detached,
Are actually there in place.
And many are not aware of that.
One foot directed,
Does not mean the other does not sometimes drag.
Many have their eyes on a prize.
And become discouraged,
By the assortment of different routes...
Avenues, valleys and streams,
One motivated takes...
To put together a dream.
Sometimes with mistakes and false starts.
Even painful screams to see created,
What one eventually achieves.
Is believed by others...
To be as easy as a wish delivered.
Without shedding blood, sweat and lots of tears!
Only those giving their time,
Knows what that giving of time means to give...
Throughout the years.
Some believe gifts given,
Are received without sacrifice.
And they are the ones procrastinating...
Sitting to seek a more sweetened advice.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lessons Taught That Will Never Be Forgotten
I wish I had advice to give,
To anyone that might ask for it.
And that I myself,
In my past had accepted,
To express with a gratefulness.
But I can not say that.
In fact...
If I had not fallen,
Countless of times...
To align my head,
With the same brick walls...
To stumble time and again,
Until something snapped me away...
From my own depreciation!
I would not come to realize,
How determination, sacrifice and discipline...
Working together as ingredients,
Did not guarantee to me success.
But that process...
Certainly delivered to me patience.
And...
With patience I have learned AND earned,
Rewards of all kinds...
I can not describe,
I have received completely by surprise.
With lessons taught that will never be forgotten.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sacrifice is good
Sacrifice is a source of pleasure,
Which one would miss if he knew in advance
What it would fetch one after it is done.
However, it rewards in the process.
11.04.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Today... 'Dear Son
From the power and dominion of darkness I'm set free
for the Dearly Belovéd Son of God has died for me.
No longer am I bound by the wretched shackles of sin
but I'm strengthened by the power of God flowing within.
Being redeemed and forgiven by His great sacrifice
I've been translated into the kingdom of Jesus Christ.
So I give thanks to the Father who has qualified me
to share the inheritance of the saints eternally.
Delivered from the awful power of darkness are we
transformed by the Spirit into Christ's image we will be.
We are saints in the kingdom of the light of His Dear Son
by His sacrifice we have forgiveness and redemption.
As we now grow in Him and bear good fruit every day
seeking always to please the Dear Son in every way.
Satan can no longer claim or hold upon you or me
because our Lord Jesus has paid the price and set us free.
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