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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We're horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We're the ninjas of the mundane, you might say.
quote by Andy Partridge
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Fantasized Out Of Reason
The proof is in the evidence.
Accusations end...
When one's lips have been sealed,
To reveal fingerprints.
And only then are confessions,
Reluctantly made.
And when this happens,
A seeking of forgiveness seems shallow.
The act of it expresses one's narrow mind.
With attempts to define the crime,
As not as serious...
If the act itself is admitted!
These folks have been watching,
Too much TV and fantasized out of reason.
Admitting anything makes the act of it okay.
And the logic in their minds has been betrayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shallow Are My Nights
Shallow are my nights.
A smothering of wrongs...
Has come to contaminate,
My will to do things right!
And for what reasons,
Should I hold onto standards gone?
Where is my quality of life?
Dreams I treasured to fulfill,
Have made me feel...
I don't belong!
My strength to maintain them...
Seems like a song I've sung.
I no longer care to even hum!
Shallow are my nights.
A smothering of wrongs...
Has come to contaminate,
My will to do things right!
Trashed are my steps.
To place them at my best.
A process once I refused as disrespect.
Now I see,
Less than mediocrity.
Is more than enough...
Those conditioned with this mindset will accept.
Shallow are my nights.
And a Sun once bright I gazed with delight...
Leaves me with a warmth,
I have come to find irritating.
Shallow are my nights.
With a lust I seek from the gutters!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Narrow Your Eyes
I dont want to change your mind
I dont want to think about your mind
They say love is blind
I dont think youre blind
You dont want to understand
And I dont want to shake your fathers hand
And walk in the sand
And act like a man
I get on the bus
And ride past our stop
And though Im late
I cant get off
I just cant bear to tell you some lies
And narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Well take back every thing we said
Split up all the things and move ahead
Forgot how you said
Well split the side off the bed
I get on my bike
Ride down our block
Ride through the world
Through the green lights
But when I think of all your advice
I narrow my eyes
Narrow my eyes
I dont want to change your mind
I dont want to think about your mind
They say love is blind
I dont think youre blind
I get on the bus
Ride past our stop
And though Im late
I cant get off
I just cant bear to tell you some lies
And narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Now lets toast the sad cold fact
Our loves never coming back
And well race to the bottom of a glass
So narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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We ended up with 19 hours of footage and had to narrow it down to an hour and a half. Our instructions were to film everything that came up, including the more mundane moments.
quote by Joshua Leonard
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Gravedigger
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913,
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe you could live to 100 and 3
Made his great grandchildren believe
A 100 and 3, is forever when you're just a little kid so
You could live to a hundred and three
Cyrus Jones lived forever
A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
So Cyrus Jones lived forever
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
When you dig my grave
So that I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954,
She lost both of her babies in the second great war,
Muriel Stonewall
Now you should never have to watch as your only children are lowered into the ground
1903 to 1954
I mean
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Never have to bury your own babies
Now you should never have to watch
Your only children lowered in the ground
Gravedigger
I mean you should never have to bury your own babies
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Ring around the Rosy
Gravedigger
Pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes
Ring around the rosey
We all fall down
Pocket full of posey
Ashes to ashes
Gravedigger
We all fall down
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Oh Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Little Mikey Carsons, 67 to 75
Gravedigger
He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Little Mikey Carson 67 to 75
Oh, 1940 to 1992
He rode his
Bike like the devil until the day he died
Gravedigger
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
When you dig my grave
Ohhh, 1940 to 1992
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Oh, Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
When you dig my grave
So that I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
I can feel the rain
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Truth
It is Truth
If what reality dwells in the mind
Is completely presented.
It is untruth
If what reality dwells in the mind
Is veiled and presented.
The ebbs and flows
of the mundane pursuits
and the Perpetual Truth
both alternate
and reside in the same mind.
If the encountered
mundane reflections are obliterated
The Eternal Truth glistens
In greater degree by its own visions.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Moon Within Me
there it was..the moon
lying in the shallow rain water
a shaky moon..never
very sure of itself
what would happen to this moon....
i thought.....tomorrow
when the sun would drink off this shallow
what would happen to this moon tomorrow
ooh.....silly fellow
the moon would be safe up above..actually...
actually that was'nt the question in my mind
it was the astonishment that the scene left behind
the milky white moon was milky white
even when lying in that dirty shallow state
like i soppose the ' GOD ' in me....even
even inspite of the dirty shallow within me
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Selective Statistics
No one should expect
Those living in denial to accept
A foundation of truth to pursue reality.
It will not happen!
Beliefs maintained and sustained...
Keeps traditions medicated,
With just the right dose of sanity.
Allowing a life much more bearable
To share with others who are just as narrow minded,
And easier to identify...
With selective statistics that support
Their reasons to exist with a false sense of purpose.
No matter how shallow the routine and commitment
To focus on activities that are clearly out of touch,
And smothering.
Although they are in constant search and development...
To find something that validates
An ignorance fostered upon generation after generation
And declared antiques and treasures...
Artifacts!
Even though nothing is more worthless than a waste of time,
Collected to boost a much exaggerated history.
Mainly nurtured in isolation and encouraged to flourish,
Above and beyond anything discovered on Earth.
And that takes a lot of devoted promotion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Third Day
seven days i will be silent
not that i embrace silence for no reason at all
not for the sanctity of its doorways
and halls
no not at all
seven days i will not talk to you
because i live in the shanties of my madness
because i thrive on the food of my doubts
for love that do not have mouths that speak
for hearts whose doors are shut
in the narrow paths of your shallow minds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Narrow Vision Gone
You complicated...
A basicness of life,
We lived.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And you often found...
A reason to persist,
With this!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision...
Gone!
And I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
And not condone your moans.
You complicated...
A basicness of life,
We lived.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And you often found...
A reason to persist,
With this!
And I don't want to listen 'cause...
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
And not condone your moans.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fixed As If Cemented
Those who remain with wishes,
To see things as they would choose to view them.
And not how things are.
Since things are the way they have been...
Unchanged and unbending.
Fixed as if cemented.
There is nothing to say,
To those like that.
Those who disbelieve,
Things are not as they are seen.
But 'should' be the way they would 'like'?
That is alright.
Do not frustrate in argument with them.
Your time...
Not theirs,
Is to mellow like fine wine.
Know this!
Others who have had these 'things'...
Just as they are and wish to leave them that way.
Defend their points of view.
Despite what it is you do.
Whether you condone what is done or not.
And it is difficult to get that across to some people.
But not for the few!
Who have chosen their own lives to live.
And have chosen to do the best they can...
To assist,
With any apparent awakening...
Some stand by and expect.
However,
If things as they are as observed are accepted...
By those affected.
And they wish things to be just the way they are?
'Left-a-lone! '
It is better to leave what is seen that way.
ALONE!
Turn away from it and live one's own life.
Frustration free and nurturing one's peace of mind!
Unless?
There is always an 'unless' involved.
Unless...
One has desires to remain in darkness!
And argue about the prospects,
Of a light that could shine...
Between two ears already known closed.
Optimistic people love the concept of options!
Although,
Some narrow minds will never open that wide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shallow Grave
When I fall in endless sleep
I hope that I'll be buried deep
Let me be the one that fortune favours
Even good children got shallow graves
Throw another clown to the lions
Throw another Joan on the blaze
Cast me away on the cruel calm ocean
and leave me for days and days and days and days and days
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
I won't lie, I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Bless the poor 'cos like the rich
They all end up in a ditch
In this world of fools and knaves
Even good children got shallow graves
The tinker, the tailor, the fabulous five
Nobody gets out of this alive
Chorus
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down, dig me down, dig me down deep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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A leader is born; so is a genius.
Left brain thinks in linear way
It ploughs deep and narrow.
Right brain thinks in non-linear way.
It ploughs wide and shallow.
Either one is to dominate one.
The first scores in curriculum.
The other does in multi-fields.
The first ranks in I.Q.
The other ranks in personality.
A genius is not a born leader.
A leaser is not a genius.
People respect the left brainy
and suspect the right brainy
19.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Like a Bat
He...
Of mundane ramblings.
Seeking attention that does not come.
He is stunned.
Wishing such isolation,
Would attract.
He...
Of mundane ramblings.
Is like a bat.
Hanging!
Only to scare,
His own reflection!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This I Feel, Breathe and See
Who is there unaware and in doubt,
That I live to be attached to You?
Have I been excluded to delude on my path?
Am I not as valid as a blade of grass?
In lilting winds I cling.
Like a leaf that buds to grow,
To then become old to wither from a tree.
Proceeding successfully from one stage to the next.
I need no proof to show this.
I am exposed therefore I need not ask.
Or become perplexed by Your given tasks!
This I feel, breathe and see!
Who is there unaware and in doubt,
Every thought I have carried about...
Generates from and connects to You.
Every movement on this planet,
Has been created by You and approved.
Those shallow in darkness,
With perceptions they exist to live apart...
Would not experience the radiance of light.
Nor would sleep peacefully at night with quiet hearts,
If not for You to soothe them in slumber.
And those who sustain,
A choice to wallow away in fear and pain...
Accept their sufferings in separate agonies.
As if in aloneness,
They stay to appreciate their self inflicted grief.
With a straining to remain...
In a hopelessness that's gained.
Who is there unaware and in doubt,
That I live to be attached to You?
In lilting winds I cling.
Like a leaf that buds to grow,
To then become old to wither from a tree.
Proceeding successfully from one stage to the next.
I need no proof to show this.
I am exposed therefore I need not ask.
Or become perplexed by Your given tasks!
This I feel, breathe and see!
Within a never ending eternity,
Too massive for me to conceive.
As I gratefully continue,
On my blessed and treasured journey.
Acknowledging as I witness...
This experience is not all about me,
To profile or prejudge!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insanity
There is no such thing as normal, just mundane
To swear thou art normal is profane
In each heart morsel, I beat pain
And go to the clinic and claim am sane
And others doth be insane
To my affliction, and my hurt vanity
All around me is a circle of insanity
I attempt to imprint myself on its orb
But in its vortex I doth absorb
The populace, society, and its ignorance
Mundane, profane, pain and insane…..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Shallow Graves
When I fall in endless sleep
I hope that Ill be buried deep
Let me be the one that fortune favours
Even good children got shallow graves
Throw another clown to the lions
Throw another joan on the blaze
Cast me away on the cruel calm ocean
And leave me for days and days and days and days and days
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
I wont lie, I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Bless the poor cos like the rich
They all end up in a ditch
In this world of fools and knaves
Even good children got shallow graves
The tinker, the tailor, the fabulous five
Nobody gets out of this alive
Chorus
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down, dig me down, dig me down deep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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To Feed Beliefs Just to Feel Accepted
Social maladjustments has stifled common sense.
And...
There is nothing easy trying to rid the hold of evils.
To coast and get along with people,
One would rather leave.
Yet if we do...
The act of it,
Makes life a much shallow fought battle.
But we all live lives of wants and choices.
With a sacrificing of needs,
Left to others to tease and determine.
We all live lives of wants and choices.
To feed beliefs,
Just to feel accepted.
Although those beliefs disrespect and neglect...
What for all of mankind is best.
Social maladjustments has stifled common sense.
And...
There is nothing easy trying to rid the hold of evils.
To coast and get along with people,
One would rather leave.
Yet if we do...
The act of it done,
Makes life a much shallow fought battle.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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