Recruiting Campaign
I often wondered,
If those who were shallow,
Knew it.
And if their obsession with self,
Smothered from the suffocating.
And if they could do that to themselves,
Why has the number of them increased...
With such a self serving done?
As if to another one...
The one self obsessive...
Is the one having the fun,
At someone else's expense.
It seems as if being shallow,
Is on a very successful recruiting campaign.
And no one is paying anyone,
To pump up the hype!
It all has become part...
Of a society hopeful that what is done,
Maintains to produce gains...
With an image that sustains.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Middle Class Bucks
People who abuse the art of making excuses...
By using them to protect themselves,
To slander someone else.
Will experience a slow unvealing of their deeds,
To produce what others would not believe.
And when this happens,
The ostracizing for them becomes unbearable.
They begin to wear,
Their hearts on their sleeves!
And they do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
To gain themselves sympathy,
To ease the guilt that strains...
Their sleepless nights,
In a struggle with their thoughtless...
That does not release them,
From the ooze of their shallow brains.
People want others to believe,
They are who they say they are...
And not what people see.
They are clever with deception,
Using this before...
To some successful degree,
That has been clinically explored!
With a cloaking that goes ignored.
Until it becomes obvious,
What they use has been a crutch!
They would love to see themselves as 'angels'...
But they wallow in envy.
And this shows much too much!
And they do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
To gain themselves sympathy,
To ease the guilt that strains...
Their sleepness nights,
In a struggle with their thoughtlessness...
That does not release them,
From the ooze of their shallow brains!
They do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
And they hand this 'legacy' down to their children.
Who become locked up...
With an assortment of dysfunctions!
That squeeze taxpayers...
From their hard earned cash.
But this rapidly fading source of income!
Moves from many in a pace that is fast.
And once described with pride,
As middle class bucks!
A relic that had been in a most recent past!
From a time when all participated,
In messing their lives up!
They do the 'Victim I've Become' campaign.
With the 'No One Understands Me'...
Claim to remove their shame!
But this campaign like others that come to an end,
Brings to them an awakening!
With a self examination...
That puts their pettiness to a definite end!
With a new beginning,
That frees them from the practice...
Of their deliberately activated limiting sins!
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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Be Hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful
Want to be successful
Saw good seeds
For we are cursed and blessed
By our own deeds
Being hopeful is to over come
And encouragement
Becomes our strength
For what we could become here
Unless we over come our fear
The wind blowing
Here and there
Life becomes so unfair
All you need to do
Is to be hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful
poem by Matt Ancient
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Z Side Songs
wow these songs
are too shallow
hype not mellow
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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The Dreamers
Black eyed ravens
They spiral down
They tilt his head back
To the flame filled sunset
Raise their guns high
As the darken falls
These are the days boys
Shallow man
Shallow man (shallow man) and they
Eats in the doorways with his head inclined
And hes always in decline
No-one hears anymore
So he shrinks as they ride
Under vermillion skies
So it goes (so it goes)
Just a searcher (so it goes)
Lonely soul (so it goes)
The last of the dreamers (so it goes)
Shallow man
Shallow man
Speaks to the shadows
Moves his trembling hands
And hes always a little late
For the dawning of the day
So it goes (so it goes)
Just a searcher (so it goes)
Lonely soul (so it goes)
The last of the dreamers (so it goes)
(so it goes) just a searcher
(so it goes) lonely soul
(so it goes) the last of the dreamers (so it goes)
(so it goes) just a searcher
(so it goes) lonely soul
(so it goes) the last of the dreamers (so it goes)
(so it goes)
(so it goes)
(so it goes)
(so it goes)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Shallow Days...
well, there are
shallow days, nothing deep
something for my
feet,
above me the sun
one and only one sun
just the sun and my head
and the shallow waters
on my toes
and the noon time walk
when everyone is as usual
having lunch, and
my toes get wet and i
am making meanings
on the shallow waters
the body in the middle of
this air, the hands are like
eagles flying. the fingers are
turning into feathers
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Through shallow intellect, the mind becomes shallow, and one eats the fly, along with the sweets.
quote by Guru Nanak
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Deeper and Deeper
As shallow as it seemed on the onset,
We found ourselves on the deepest part,
I ran across my thoughts,
Wondering why it became so,
At first i thought it fate,
At last i thought it maybe
It was a moment to remember,
Meeting you in an unexpected place,
Loving you without uncertainies,
Being a lover and friend,
As shallow as it seemed on the onset,
We found ourselves on the deepest part
The signs showed me something,
Something showed me everything,
Everything was you and you were everything
The realisation that love exists,
Often anticipated with doubt but true
The wind blew so vivid,
Yet we found no reason to shake,
We thought we were stagnent,
Yet we moved deeper and deeper,
It was a dream but we made it real,
You and i are awesome,
Protracting our future in love,
Faith and hope we attached,
Hate and mistrust we dettached,
We thought it slower yet it was fast,
We thought it shallow, little did we know,
It was deeper and deeper
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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If I didn't have a recruiting engagement, I was going to be here. I did everything possible to change the recruiting thing. I'm a very small part of this night, but I did want to be a part of it.
quote by Rick Pitino
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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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The Expense Spent On The Hype
Even after all of the performances are done.
And the expense spent on the hype,
Leaves no one in the audience excited.
Or feeling their appetites have been satisfied.
The curtain on the stage will come down.
And the spotlight will be turned off.
As reviews the next day will be read.
Prescriptions will be filled.
And medications will be taken.
Even after all of the performances are done.
No one will be convinced,
Their reality lived has been truthfully represented.
Or the expense spent on the hype,
Will deliver to anyone a dividend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In An Anonymous Week
If I am not beautiful, nobody really has interests
Or love; and I am quite shallow,
The pittance of an unreturned dove:
You know, you know- all of our graves or quite
Shallow, too- like animal graves,
Like animals shoes; and this is what I have been doing,
Digging up shallow tubs of earth, throwing dirt
Over my shoulders like a dirty curse, and doing it
Without appeasing anyone in the eye;
If I should have to die, If I should have to die, let it
Be little animal tears for me, and distant cars,
And distant echoes of somnolent feet; you know,
I am not pretty, and the way the earth moves, I shall
Be dead in an anonymous week.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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One Gear
It is easy for some to move in one gear.
To play it safe and cosmetic.
For purposes not to stir up dust.
Or attract attention...
To early forms of deception.
While enhancing a well maneuvered advancement.
To smolder and smooze,
With an unknown hoodwinking set to entrance.
The slicker and sly the plot...
The better.
Creative theft is not original.
Theft is theft!
But those who move in this low gear,
Can not produce and deceive at the same time.
The quality and lustre of their lies,
Leaves nothing creative about their input!
They are in one gear.
And it takes a while to notice it.
However...
Those who have?
Have been quickly dismissed.
And slandered to keep them from profit.
They were of genuine deeds,
That could not be plagiarized by those shallow!
So those who remain shallow...
Remain shallow.
And it shows that is all they know.
Moving slow in one gear.
To prove...?
To prove something insignificant,
To someone who was foolish enough to pay the price....
To observe the redundancy,
In its stagnant commitment achieved.
Giving people what they accept.
Not what they want or can get...
In this,
One gear delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rejection Of Respect
I do not desire your respect.
Don't you know I'm a freaking reject.
I desire kinds of attention I'd rather not mention.
Shallow and alone.
Look it's another Sherlock Holmes clone.
What a eloquent poem.
Written once upon a time.
When I was looking to rewind.
Trying to define my past as part of me.
Then it crept inside and part of my heart died.
I had break it off.
As if it was an unwanted girlfriend.
She was just another.
Wallowing in pain to the point where you feel so smothered.
Holding on to the edge knowing this might be the end.
Suffocation with sweetest embrace.
A remembrance of not me.
No not like this.
It is something I want you to just forget.
Get it out of your head.
Cheer to death, and her blessings.
It is something I both welcome and dread.
And this morning I think of her yet again.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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That Temptation To Be Teased
Hopeful and forgiving.
With a wish to remain positive...
Can produce the correct effect,
If a concentrated effort...
From just one mind is projected.
The selling of negativity,
Has increased in volumes of it sold.
There are more willing to accept this direction...
Than there are those remaining brave,
With a faith that is bold.
Hopeful and forgiving.
With a wish to remain positive...
Can produce the correct effect,
If a concentrated effort...
From just one mind is projected.
With a commitment to release from it...
That temptation to be teased.
That temptation that creates,
A believed remedy will instantly...
Premanently please.
'Not so.'
Say those who know,
That a reaping of negativity...
Sewn,
Is what can be expected...
For one to see flourish to grow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Stay On The Deepest Part Of The River
lest you get drowned
or be taken hostage by the
monster
join with us
friends of the shallow waters
we are wading
and laughing and
filtering colors
on the prism
we are kids on the shallow waters
our chins on the stone
our minds still dreaming
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What We Have Become
in the shallow part of the river
we decide to play: life is a game
we like to believe that
our arms drip like cold water
on the side of the glass
that you hold when you have felt
the first thirst
i shall not satisfy you
and so i have become the bait
of the fish
you have become more interested
on what i have to say
not to be mistaken as trivial
i have also taken more glances at you
i believe you
and so with this trust i ask you to go with me
to the deep part of the sea
i swim first then you follow
you know how to swim and you swim well in fact
like a fish
at the shallow part
i told you that nothing is hidden
nothing signifies anything
the stones are stones
and nothing else
your questions are just ordinary questions
which i have answered to well
and you believe me more until
we dive deep
deeper into the ocean floor
where the sands though silent
have more to say
than what i can tell you
the stones on the sides of the deep
now are telling you more
and you begin to understand
why for all those years
on that dry land
i have kept my silence
my distance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A shallow heart
Shallow is the heart
That wears it's tears and smiles
That courts each wind of chance
In fleeting breaths
Undressed upon a rude stage
Shallow is the heart
That waltzes in the dark
And light
Who keeps a brute amused
With brutishe charms
And brittle lies
Shallow is the heart
That weaves a web
To catcha star
And holds the ghost soul
In it's gaze but for a while
Then beats a slow retreat
Murmurs and regurgitates
Upon it's core
That stops a mighty throng
With piercing cries
And stops the clocks in midst of chimes
Til heard no more
poem by Yvette Smith
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