Beliefs And Perceptions
The beliefs and perceptions one has,
Of them to hold unchanging in their minds...
Are nearly the same thing.
And as concrete as a decision made,
By anyone who spends hours at a mall...
Window shopping knowing exactly,
What it is they want if seen to convince.
If only they were not rushed,
Through the process by someone...
Making threats to leave them abandoned,
If they didn't hurry up to purchase 'anything'...
With a commitment and soon!
Totally misunderstanding that 'image' one seeks,
To see, to satisfy, then to buy and sell and to flaunt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Busy In the Process
People have their beliefs.
And that is to be respected.
However...
I have always admired the ones,
Who are able to get good deeds done.
And generally they do not express their beliefs...
With speeches to convince.
Since they are too busy in the process,
Of making progress seen that is concrete.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Left Evidence
There is a risk one takes,
In knowing oneself.
And to have self assurance,
WITH an identity one exposes to flaunt...
From a pride undaunted.
Clearly a decision one has made,
Not to be afraid.
This is a brave thing to do,
Amongst those who have no clue...
As to who they are without a reason,
Or a purpose to exist.
Yet to yield to others' wishes,
They can not resist.
It is almost as if they had been hypnotized.
Or confined within minds...
Conditioned to accept and believe,
Who they are is insignificant.
And this they show,
With a wish to prove it true...
To leave no doubting of the left evidence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last Mall
Attention all shoppers
It's Cancellation Day
Yes the Big Adios
Is just a few hours away
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
You'll need the tools for survival
And the medicine for the blues
The sweet treats and surprises
For the little buckaroos
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
We've got a sweetheart Sunset Special
And all of the standard stuff
'Cause in the morningthat gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough
Roll your cart back up the aisle
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye
Ride the ramp to the freeway
Beneath the blood orange sky
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
song performed by by Steely Dan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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21st Century Shopping Mall
Built on a day in sin
Sand, girders and tin
Prefab shopping mall
For a working class clientele
Everything for sale
With chemist and optician
Open 24/7
All made in heaven.
...............................
Soc ial gathering if you like
Star parade caked music.
Push your food around Mike
.................................
Pref ab shopping mall
The Vatican
A pilgrimage every time
The Notre-dime.
..................................
Walk down towering isles
To marry a barbeque
With blessed burger
You become the Pope
In prefab shopping mall.
......................................Checkout!
A gorgeous honey bun
With e numbered eyes
Or male hunky spunk
Wearing organic hair gel
Loving your food to death
Into recyclable bags
Or do it yourself
With smiley friendly computer scanner
Serving a mega ram lip service.
..................................... .
However much you pay
Sacred food should stay
You cannot ever leave
Our God blessed sanctified
Prefab shopping mall......
poem by Andrew Nawroski
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Until Again The Gloss Wears Off
Money motivators,
Chase it as if craved.
With only one thing on their minds...
How to keep sentimentally kept teasured clutter,
With an updated sameness.
That maintains a 'living within their means mentality'.
This affords them an opportunity,
To activate a rearrangement of a thought process...
That tolerates new complaints!
Until again the gloss wears off.
No matter what the hidden cost,
That comes to satisfy...
Within unchanged limitations.
And a credit score that is boasted about,
Among friends.
'I do not want 'anything'...
Absolutely nothing,
To affect my good credit rating.
I find it is advantageous,
However...
To only use any of my credit cards,
Only while out shopping to purchase bargains!
And I've got a houseful of those.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knowing
There is a danger of knowing too much
knowing too much danger
Crossing a road without looking
Taking a risk with your cooking
A danger in knowing
There is a danger in knowing too much
Having digitalised lives
synched to computer
GOOGLED
There is a danger
Is there a danger in knowing?
Too much danger?
Too much knowing?
Too much?
we have/are becoming
More like a shopping mall
Packed full of brands
And gadgets
our apps additives
There is a danger of losing your child
In a shopping mall
Losing your self
In the underground
A danger in knowing
A danger in looking
The sign
The times
Are a changing
A danger of unseeing
Unliving
A danger of touching the edge of extinction
Without feeling
Bottled emotions
Formaladehyde Brains
Mask for a face
Stone for a heart
There is on a lighter note
A danger in eating my cooking
Knowing too much
Too soon
Too late
or a danger of knowing nothing
Simply eating what's arrived on your plate
poem by Yvette Smith
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With Nothing Better To Do
If we all knew at this moment,
Any action or decision we made...
Would have an adverse affect,
Ten years from now...
Would any of us hesitate,
To make that decision made?
Or would we all consult psychics,
And be afraid to breathe and/or move?
Since someone in the year 2019,
With nothing better to do than to pass judgement...
On all and/or any thought we have ever held,
Will hold us accountable.
Utlizing the best of their Christian beliefs.
So...
Let us all right now,
Be sure...
We know exactly what those consequences we face.
Or,
Like many are accustomed to do...
Excuse everything they've done,
Via selective memory or choose to pass the buck.
Utlizing the best of their Christian beliefs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Wish To Start Act Two?
Often brought to the edge,
By an overheard interpretation....
Taken out of context.
Only to be asked to be forgiven,
Again...
For a misunderstanding,
Another did attempt to prevent.
Often brought to the edge,
By something thought said...
But wasn't.
And when one stood on the ledge,
Prepared to jump from it...
Fraught with guilt feelings,
Felt...
From being often the cause,
Of a once solid relationship...
To slump into deep distrust.
The one accused dares to budge to intervene.
But makes a sandwich to munch...
Instead.
While listening to threats of a following through,
To jump as a drama addict promises to do...
A sandwich was made,
Using pickles, lettuce, tomato and mayo.
With a touch of marmalade on whole wheat bread.
'Aren't you going to do anything?
I said I was sorry.
What is it that you want me to prove? '
~I'm waiting for you to prove to me,
Just how sorry you are?
You've taken it this far!
And...
Maybe for reasons to satisfy your own insecurities.
I can come to close the window?
So as to not have you blame your decision on me.
I've already suggested that we should talk about it.
So prove to me...
How do you wish to start Act Two?
With a climbing inside to talk?
OR with a swan dive?
Either way...
I've ended catering to your nonsense.
Do whatever you choose.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Low Down
Mother; remember I am small
a little over two feet tall
My view from here is limited
the shopping mall a place of dread.
Boots and shoes are all I see
as people rush impatiently.
You have forgotten how it feels
to see only toes and heels.
You hold me firmly by the hand
but I don’t think you understand
Just how it feels to be so small
and dragged around a shopping Mall.
If you ere small and couldn’t see
then you would know what frightens me.
16-May-08
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I'd Be RICH!
I have never felt more examined,
Microscoped and discussed...
Than anytime in my life,
Than 'now'.
From thought process,
To how I digest my food...
To my beliefs and what I pray to,
As if I exist as a novelty.
Sometimes I feel,
That I am an animated mannequin,
For many.
And in 'some' folks eyes,
I can see the surprise when I speak...
With elocution, tone and diction intact.
And no where will I go,
Will I ever forget I am black.
Or...
Should I say African-American,
To be politically correct...
About the whole concept,
Of where folks' heads are at?
I have never felt more examined,
Microscoped and discussed...
Than anytime in my life,
Than 'now'.
And don't think it hasn't occurred to me,
That IF I carried a basketball...
AND tapped danced in a shopping mall.
I'd be RICH!
Even if I didn't have a clue,
As to what I was doing.
All I would have to do is to be entertaining.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confined Within Walls Too Thick To Chip
Their own beliefs drove them insane.
With accusations and denials kept,
Speeding the process.
Blaming others for their hold on stubbornness,
Has left them confined within walls too thick to chip...
Away.
And too high to climb over,
To excape from the madness they have created.
Their own beliefs drove them insane.
And today they rush to have everyone pay,
A price to endure further sacrificing...
With devices used,
To excuse as if 'okay' to have had things done their way...
Has been done too many times for those not to notice,
The minds behind it all.
Their own beliefs drove them insane to keep for themselves,
Alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Look
Yesterday i went shopping buddy down to the mall
Looking for something pretty i could hang on my wall
I knocked over a lamp before it hit the floor i caught it
A salesman turned around said "boy you break that thing you bought it"
You can look but you better not touch boy
You can look but you better not touch
Mess around and you'll end up in dutch boy
You can look but you better not no you better not no you better not touch
Well i came home from work and i switched on channel 5
There was a pretty little girly lookin' straight into my eyes
Well i watched as she wiggled back and forth across the screen
She didn't get me excited she just made me feel mean
You can look...
Well i called up dirty annie on the telephone
I took her out to the drive-in just to get her alone
I found a lover's rendezvous the music low set to park
I heard a tappin' on the window and a voice in the dark
You can look...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over A Crock Of Mixed Soup
If anything in the past,
Was given and meant to be long lasting...
Very few on the receiving end,
Would today be left to complain...
About their feelings of being used,
As they stood by just to take it!
And wherever one goes...
That same story is told as if to convince,
The giving done they did was unconditional.
Until a misunderstanding drifted between two,
With a decision made to split...
Over a crock of mixed soup allowed to burn.
'Perhaps there was too much salt...
And not enough pepper to heat up the spice.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excited Magic
Perceptions kept,
Remains the 'key'...
For anyone with firm beliefs,
A philosophy adopted...
Keeps a life on a path free,
Of mental strife.
And living an existence one likes!
Uncluttered by deceptions...
Coming to sweep so many,
Into embittered confrontations.
To leave them drifting 'to and fro'...
With inclinations hidden.
That mask insecurities no one knows.
Perceptions kept,
Remains the 'key'...
To erase wrongs pieced together desperately.
With attempts to fit into a world...
No longer sustaining an excited magic,
Fading from an implementation,
Making less sense as documented.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shopping= Me
Shopping is my passion,
Passion 4 fashion
The clothes, The shoes
Especially the food
I'll go a probally spend $50 or maybe $100
There's Claires, Hot Topic, And Raves
I really have a shopping crave
I love the mall
It's so full of life,
I love the mall
Let's go tonight.
poem by LeLe Gallon
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Unconditional and Uninhibited Love
What are you doing?
When I invited you out for dinner...
I did not expect this at all.
'You were the one to ask if I was uninhibited! '
I meant in private.
When we are alone!
Hurry up!
Get dressed.
This is embarrassing.
You are an exhibitionist.
'What difference does that make?
I told you I enjoy eating in the nude!
So you want me to take the tassels off my breasts too?
I thought you said you wanted to see me dance? '
Hurry up and get dressed.
This whole thing has been a misunderstanding.
Your ad said 'Unconditional and Uninhibited Love'.
'And...
What is your point?
I'm the one embarrassed.
I should have questioned you 'before' accepting your invitation.
You're the one who lied when you said I should be myself!
Didn't I tell you,
My honesty was rare?
That I kept nothing covered?
I was as naked to the truth as I can be? '
Yeah...
But,
People lie!
And this is 'too' much honesty.
I'm not ready for it.
Hurry...
Get dressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Influence And Prestige
Keeping one's mind fantasized,
Does not return good dividends.
Nor does the hoarding of truth,
Keeps it unavoidable.
No one playing this game of Bingo,
Is going to be heard to win.
And...
The starting all over with new rules,
To school those unaccustomed to discipline...
Will not gain the attention,
Those grabbing onto their balls...
With threats to leave with perceptions they lead.
They follow themselves,
Down the road of bigger not better delusions.
With beliefs they can make someone listen,
To more created tales,
About their influence and prestige...
That has resulted in jealousy and envy.
'What are you whining about now? '
A 'piper' carrying a batch of promissary notes.
And a reluctance shown to masquerade,
Unpaid.
You didn't hear that from me.
I'm not the one whining.
I'm observing. Remember that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This is the Mall
There is a mall in your town
Were people go just to walk around
Wandering here and wandering there
Spending their money without a care
The ways of old are not found here
Save for the seniors who sit and stare
It’s a meeting place for all to be
Mothers with their children running free
And teenagers giggling, as life goes by
Not thinking of tomorrow or the reasons why
Watching children hurry by
Looking for a new toy to catch their eye
Keys jingle and gangel
Thinking of the car parked out in the mangle.
Different shoes go click and clack
Following along on this concrete track
These are the faces that I see
Caught in this concrete sea
Were life rambles by at a steady crawl
In this place called the mall
NK
February 11th 2007
poem by Nick krakana
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As Hurricane Sandy clearly demonstrated, there is a woeful lack of redundancy in the nation's health care facilities. However, take solace in knowing there are no lack of choices in those things the advertisers convince us should matter more. For example, right now, you can purchase at least five different varieties of perfume by Paris Hilton at your local mall so, even if you can no longer find a single hospital anywhere nearby, the good news is we live in a society where you'll never lack for options to smell good while you suffer in pain.
quote by Catman Cohen
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