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Craving The Mundane

No one I know,
Has stated to have a craving for the mundane.
With wishes to again taste nostalgic visits,
Or have a yearning to recreate those days...
That have come to replace,
Horse powered covered wagons...
With cars, trains, boats and planes.

Many people are slow to adapt to change.
Only to remain complaining about their lives...
They have chosen to keep the same.
Dull, unimaginative and stagnant.

No one I know,
Has stated to have a craving for the mundane.
Or have found themselves debating over,
Interpretations of life and who does it wrong or right.
And why is it addicting to snoop a sniff of someone's life?
Where are the sacred limits to this affliction?

And those who procrastinate should infuriate everyone.
WHY?
These are the people who advocate,
'It is never too late.'
While taking time and finding money to waste...
To chase a reliving of those 'yesterdays'.
To then accuse others of being impatient.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trains And Boats And Planes

Trains and boats and planes are passing by
They mean a trip to Paris or Rome
To someone else but not for me
The trains and boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
We were so in love, and high above
We had a star to wish upon. Wish
And dreams come true, but not for me
The trains and boats and planes
Took you away, away from me
You are from another part of the world
You had to go back a while and then
You said you soon would return again
I'm waiting here like I promised to
I'm waiting here but where are you?
Trains and boats and planes took you a way
But every time I see them I pray
And if my prayers can cross the sea
The trains and the boats and planes

song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Craving!

Craving!
An essence within my heart,
Unknown.
Craving!
And yet I know this taste.
A familiarity embraces me.
Craving!
Bathing in the fragrance of it.
Hoping that it will covet me.
Once it identifies,
Which desire it gives that pleases.
Craving!
This life.
And its teasing!

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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Stupid Looks

People are now heard saying,
What 'could' have been done...
When what 'should' have been done,
They did not do.

Ignoring what has been stated,
To have someone else appear as if crazed...
Delivers the opposite effect,
To eventually reveal...
Those who procrastinate standing,
With stupid looks on their faces.

People seem only quick to listen,
After and not before something to them happens.
And to those they have chosen to critique and slander,
They are 'always' proactive...
With their character assassinations.
Even when they have clearly victimized themselves.

People are now heard saying,
What 'could' have been done...
When what 'should' have been done,
They did not do.

And they seek to lay blame on someone else,
As if it is their tradition to not self examine.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live Life Right (song)

These days just keep goin' by
It seems like I'm loosein' my life
The whole world is flyin' by me as i stand still
I start walkin' slowly as it passes before my eyes
Am i loosing my life
Or am i the only one takein' my time

Everyone seems to be in a hurry
Why can't we all slow down and take a break
Set aside all our problems in life
Just raise up your glasses and live your life right

Why are young people in such a hurry to grow old
While the old people wish they were young once again
Why do we wish for things that will never come true
And chase silly dreams the you know aren't for you
All these silly dreams and wishes are just a waste of time
Why spend your life chasing the horizon when you could be haveing fun

Everyone seems to be in a hurry
Why can't we all slow down and look around
Just set aside all our problems in life
Raise up our glasses and live life right

Life is to short to go chasing dreams you'll never catch
So just slow down and take your time
And try to do your best
Cause you only get one chance to live your life
So you better live it like the life u want to live
And don't let anyone tell you other wise
Cause if you let other people control your life
then you'll live your life always asking why

poem by Angelica Boyce
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Narrow, Shallow and Mundane

Narrow, shallow and mundane.
Many have decided to resist this and split.
And not try to make any sense of it.

A peace of mind obtained,
If it can remain sustained...
Should be valued and claimed.
Along with a name that is not defamed.

To sit and witness a twistedness,
Is not healthy to absorb to maintain in one's brain.

See the narrow, shallow and mundane,
As a motivating factor to quit.
To allow the Sun to lift,
From a drenching rain.
It is possible to live life without conflict.

Separate from those,
Who have made this their reality.
They are in a collective mix.
And fixed...
To being narrow, shallow and mundane.
What more proof does one need of it?

Is there reason to argue this with them?
Is it?
Unless there is an enjoyment received from abusiveness?
Is it?
Along with the name calling that has no shame.
Is this something one should miss?
Is it?

Is something with the others who insanely accept,
In a gleeful derangement set in mindsets to exchange...
That addicting?
Is it?

So much so it can not be forgotten and left to leave,
To rot.
What is the need to feel attached to that?
Why can't these afflictions if not wanted...
Can not be dropped and stopped?

What is it with 'this' that is so hypnotic?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Value Things To Chase

To value things to chase,
Seems such a waste of life.
And this becomes realized,
Once those things chased...
Become less important,
To run after 'if' one can still...
Remember the doing of this!
OR can move,
From a self inflicted confinement.

And the waste of time to live life,
As one would like to do basically...
Eventually becomes regretted.
With wishes they had lived life...
Not in attempts to convice someone,
OR anyone they could impress...
With the getting of attention.

'If I had the time and energy to do those things,
I really wanted to do...
I would do them.'

I've heard that so many times before,
Form those who had the time and energy.
But wasted both complaining,
About what they didn't have and 'who' undeserving did.

'You don't understand.'

You are right!
And I'm not giving you the time,
To hear you reminisce about the swiftness of life.
With wishes of wanting to waste 'my' time as you'd like.
And call that whatever you choose.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We're horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We're the ninjas of the mundane, you might say.

quote by Andy Partridge
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Its Too Late To Change The Time

[intro]
Too late
Too late
Too late
[verse 1]
In this automatic age
We shop through the yellow page
Gone is the corner store
There is a supermarket there for you
People give way to change
But feelings remain the same
[chorus]
And its too late, too late to change the time
Well its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
[verse 2]
Its a new day, a new age
A photograph just taken, is ready one minute later
Cars are bigger and better
But the manufacturers sastified never
In a world full of crime
I cant let you think thats right
[chorus]
And its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
No, no
[bridge 1]
So you wanna be a star (so you wanna be a star)
You are who you think you are (ah think you are)
You dont have to go further
Than my loving arms
[chorus half]
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
[bridge 2]
Are you sure you wanna go to new york city (new york city)
Where girls make it big if theyre pretty (if they pretty)
Let say you get that penthouse view
But whos gonna love you the way I do (just the way I do)
[chorus]
Its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time, no
Too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
Its too late, too late to change the time
Its too late, too late to change the time
Ooh, too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah

song performed by by Michael Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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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My Desperation Fades

My desperation fades,
When my craving for you ends.
My appetite satisfied in small bites...
When I licked my wishes in nibbles.

I could not in patience wait to feast.
I could not...
When I hungered for you to eat.
I could not...
Fast
Or last that long!
I need to taste.
And that temptation was prolonged.
I thought I was strong.
But not having you near.
It became clear what I did was wrong!
I went on and on and on until...
No knocking from you came!
So I did.

My desperation fades,
When my craving for you ends.
My appetite satisfied in small bites...
When I licked my wishes in nibbles.
Exciting myself...
Like I do each night,
Whenever you call to say...
'Perhaps another time?
Perhaps another day? '
I then lay...
Wet!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Gotta Try

by Kenny Loggins & Michael McDonald
Maybe it's true what they say about it
Maybe we can't make the ends meet
Maybe we'll all have to do without it
Maybe this world's just incomplete
Still we all look for truth in our lives
Searching from different sides
It's so hard living in a desperate world
But we all do the best that we can
Some people dream of change
Some will remain the same
But all of 'em live their lives
Under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try
Maybe there's to much to think about
Maybe there just ain't nothin' left to say
But if our time's really runnin' out
Then this is no time to run away
"Cause we're destined to look for truth in this life
Blinded by tearful eyes
If it's no use tryin' in a desperate world
Then tell me, why was I born?
Some people see a change
Some will remain the same
All of 'em live their life
Under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try
Lonely, living too lonely
Is it too late
To turn it all around?
Some people dream of change
Some will remain the same
But all of 'em live their lives
Under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try and change
Though others remain the same
All of us live our lives
Under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try and change
Someone's living
Someone's givin' up
Someone's tryin'
Someone's cryin' out
Still we live under the gun
1982 Milk Money Music and
Genevieve Music (ASCAP)

song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Trains

Here I am at the end of the day
With a cup of cold coffee
From the station buffet.
On trains, on trains I seem
To spend my life on trains.
See the blue suit banker in the ticket line.
Got an evening standard with playboy
Hidden behind.
On trains, on trains he seems
To spend his life on trains.
Time after time.
Was I just dreaming?
Did I help you aboard?
Full passenger service ---
Let me help with the door.
Sit down take the weight off your feet.
Theres a train full of people Id like
You to meet.
On trains, on trains we love
To spend our lives on trains.
Join the secret world of trains.
Feel the pleasure. touch the pain.
Drift into yesterday.
Once and again
I was just thinking.
We could meet sometime
On the 17.30 where
I usually find
My friends at the end of the day.
May we pay your fare, lady?
We should like you to stay
In our train. on trains ---
Youll have to spend your life
On trains.
I hear theres an office party on the 18.05.
Youll be home for christmas if they
Take you alive from the train.
Those trains, we have to spend our lives
On trains.
Once and again
I was just thinking.
We could meet any time
On number two platform
Where I usually find
My friends at the end of the day.
On trains, trains, trains.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Youth At Its Best

(3/30/12)

We live our lives the way we choose
Some win, many lose.
There's no guarantee in anything we do
What you achieve depends on you.

This is our time, our era and it's
Time to make life better.
Every generation has done their share
But! We still haven't gotten there.

This world can be rearranged
If we decide to make the change.
A change in life style and attitude
That's all we got to do.

Follow your dream while you're young
When you get older it's not much fun
Dreams will become like water
Slipping through your hands
Destroying your concentration
Your future, your plans.

As we get older we tend to procrastinate
When we realize it - it's much too late.
Dreams are what made this world
Just look into the eyes of every boy and girl.

People change as they get older
And look at the dollar signs
Look at it, but don't go blind
And if you do come into a bundle of money
Just remember of how you had to climb
And don't leave your brothers and sisters behind.

Help someone else along the way
Because you may need some help On any given day.

poem by Louis Rams
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Fake People

Most people who have fame, make it big just so people will notice their names.They think if their lives are right, that they shouldn't care with people not living the good life.

Some help out the community because they want change.Others do it just to get a bit more fame.Rappers talk about having money and cars, but not caring for the people behind bars.

I believe that not everyone is the same.I want to to know, if all these people who are fake would act this way if they suffered a different fate.

poem by Nehemiah Brent Jr.
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Less Ambition to Sacrifice

The satisfaction that comes,
To the one that has been honest and open...
Is knowing,
Whoever is involved in doing the probing...
To uncover 'something'/'anything' done,
For the purposes of scandal...
To delight the whispers of gossiped lips.
Will someday eliminate this craving...
When those responsible are discovered,
To be involved in the perpetuation of a tarnishing...
That smears!

Not just one...
But any and everyone who wishes to live life right.
Leaving the effectiveness of any deeds desired...
To do at their best,
With less ambition to sacrifice their time.
In the uplifting of minds...
From the zeal that appeals to sling mud,
By those who are accustomed to taking slow strolls...
Comforted by the sludge found in gutters.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Has a Way of Helping Folks Re-evaluate Priorities

Most people spend most of their lives,
Playing hide and seek.
Not realizing their chosen places to hide,
Have not been that secret.
Nor have they been well hidden.

They waste time.
And all of it theirs!

When they decide they are prepared to be found...
There are very few who care,
Where they were or how they've been.

And they discover too late...
People who they have played with...
Have lives of their own.

And few have wasted theirs,
Wondering where to look...
For something they have long forgotten.
Or can remember what it was,
They sought...
Someone else thought they would miss.
Time has a way of helping folks re-evaluate priorities!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yesterday's Papers

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

After this time I finally learned
After the pain and hurt
After all this what have I achieved
I've realized it's time to leave

Cause
Cho wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

Living a life of constant change
Every day means the turn of a page
Yesterdays papers are such bad news
Same thing applies to me and you

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

Seems very hard to have just one girl
When there's a million in the world
All of these people just can't wait
To fall right into their big mistake

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

song performed by by Rolling Stones from Between The Buttons
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Taking Loads Off Their Backs

This may be your yesterday,
Delayed with promises again to make.
With habits stated you need to break.
Dragging behind you conflicts
And arriving much too late...
For sympathies you wish to bait.
This is not that time for that.
Today people are taking loads off their backs.
Carrying sacks of baggage and issues to share...
Wont give you the empathy,
From those awakening to their own reality.
This may be your yesterday.
With a staleness you wish now to breathe.
But that isn't acceptable now and/or tomorrow!
Since yesterdays like those you bear...
Should be dropped and from them you should leave.
These are not those times anymore!
New doors have been opened.
And seeking those to help you grieve...
Will not find a warm reception.
Not here!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Key To Happiness

There’s nothing wrong if people desire
Having most of the things in life
But what is wrong is to have lust
Craving for more, don’t enjoy what they have

We always pray for a happy life
If God hears you and grant what you’ve asked
Enjoy these blessings and be satisfied enough
If you care for others, then sharing is not bad

We may experience sometimes
God seems to not have ears, He can’t hear us
Don’t feel bad, we must believe and trust
God knows if we deserve it or not

Those who want to enjoy life
Feel contented and be satisfied with what you have
Don’t compare yourselves with others’ lives
This will steal your happiness and you’ll be sad

poem by Rose de Ramar
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