Political language. . . is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
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Political language... is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
quote by George Orwell
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Political language - and with variations this is true of all political parties, from Conservatives to Anarchists - is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
quote by George Orwell (1946)
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Knife
Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Language Of Love
The language of love
lies not in the word.
It lies in the ear of the
loved one
when the word is heard.
The language of love
lies not in the sound.
It lies in the heart of the
loved one
around which the sound is wound..
The language of love
lies not in a book.
It lies in the eyes of the
loved one
who receives the tender look.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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T4
between the divine law and
the laws of men
between the id and the superego
the wall and the other wall
between the floor and the
ceiling
between sin and forgiveness
between my flesh and my spirit
lies the secret of my sanity
and like civil law there shall always be compromises
plea bargaining, the golden mean of Aristotle
between right and wrong, there is something
that must make us alive
for the meantime that this journey is not over yet
between my left and right ear
we must listen so we can hear
between two words are the spaces
these are places of compromises
at the extremes of pure solidity
there lies this stupidity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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2 Prince, Another One I Wrote
Murder is losing its mind, I am losing my patience
Chris Hani was murdered on 10 April
Political reasons are speculations
Speculation is a political reason
An African political prince
Was butched motive is mysterious
The brutal murder is a fatal error
This world is unjust
The land I see was sad
And the soil I walk in felt the pain
Lucky Dube was murdered on 19 October
An African prince of reggae was assassinated
Political reasons are speculations
Speculation is a political reason
Still the cause murder is baffling
Butchered for the love of the nation
And passion for country men
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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True Lies
Where do you go after midnight
When all the doors should be closed
Your alibis just dont sound right
I asked but nobody knows
How can you look in the eyes
And make it sound so very nice
With those true lies
Someones been sleepin in my bed
This room dont smell like you and me
Whos that been sneakin out the window
Do you think Im too blind to see
When you look me in the eyes
And, make it sound so very nice
With those true lies
It was a clever disguise
But, girl, Im gettin wise
To your true lies
You been doin this so long now
Youre thinkin its the truth
I guess it dont seem so wrong if it
Aint bein done to you
Gotta lot to learn, baby,
You can keep it down
Word gets in the wind
Then its bound to blow back around
Girl, can you give me a reason
Bet you dont even know why
Cant figure out what youre thinkin
Or what it is youre tryin to justify
When you look me in the eyes
And make it sound so very nice
With your true lies
It was a clever disguise
But, girl, Im gettin wise
To your true lies
You can laugh, you can cry
But, girl, I just cant buy
Those true lies
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Premeditation
Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.
And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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I play with language a great deal in my poems, and I enjoy that. I try to condense language, that is, I try to express complicated but I hope real emotions as simply as possible. But that doesn't mean the poems are simple, just that they are as truthful as I can make them.
quote by Anne Stevenson
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Perfect Crime
the walls have as always been mute
the lizard who sees it left to another ceiling where
there are more mosquitoes
the curtains are dirty too
and dusts and stains make a good companion
and so the only witness left
to testify about the crime that has just been committed is this
cockroach
no one believes what it is telling
no matter how truthful can it be
and with one stroke of the insecticide spray
everything is erased away
the walls wish for a tongue
the lizard comes back and has nothing to tell
the mosquitoes are inside its belly
the curtains are tied with a rope
the dusts are blown by the wind
the stains fabricate another companion
a funeral for the cockroach is done
i am present there, and i too have nothing to say
about the murder
pure white magnolias are laid
on the ground
on that bright day
it rains....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Body Language
Words and music by freddie mercury
Give me body give me body body
Give me your body
Dont talk dont talk dont talk dont talk
Baby dont talk
Body language body language body language
Give me your body
Just give me yeah your body
Give me yeah your body
Dont talk
Body language huh huh
Body language body language
You got red lips snakes in your eyes
Long legs great thighs
You got the cutest ass Ive ever seen
Knock me down for a six any time
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Of body language of body language
Yeah sexy body sexy sexy body
I want your body
Baby youre hot
Body language body language body language
Body language body language body language
Body language body language body language
song performed by by Queen
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In This World
In This World (Murder)
In this world all our sins are simple
but you step over innocent lines
and in this world its not all our money that's evil
its the ones you choose over life
and in my heart I can not believe in this murder
and I will not be fed by the lies
our lies are created just to be murdered
It's murder
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how loud they cry
they can't
buy their way into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how high they climb
up the ladder
they won't reach up into heaven
and make us see
the innocent lives
the poor and the suffering
and in my heart I want to undo
all this murder
and give back the innocent lives
open cages and stop their luxirous murder
its murder
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how loud they cry
they can't
buy their way into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how high they climb
up the ladder
they won't reach up into heaven
Ohh innocent lives
(Can't make out)
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how loud they cry
they can't
buy their way into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how high they climb
up the ladder
they won't reach up into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how loud they cry
they can't
buy their way into heaven
no matter how hard they try
and no matter how high they climb
up the ladder
they won't reach up into heaven
heaven [fading out]
heaven
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Perl was designed to work more like a natural language. It's a little more complicated but there are more shortcuts, and once you learned the language, it's more expressive.
quote by Larry Wall
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The one thing we know about torture is that it was never designed in the first place to get at the actual truth of anything; it was designed in the darkest days of human history to produce false confessions in order to annihilate political and religious dissidents. And that is how it always works: it gets confessions regardless of their accuracy.
quote by Andrew Sullivan
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Dire Wolf
In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
No, no, no dont murder me. I beg of you,
Dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Respectable Street
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
Now they talk about absorption,
In cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters,
As they speak of child prevention,
And immaculate receptions on their portable,
Sony entertainment centres.
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
Now she speak about diseases,
And which proposition pleases best her old man,
Avon lady fills the creases,
When she manages to squeeze in past the caravans,
That never move from their front gardens.
It's in the order of their hedgerows,
It's in the way their curtains open and close,
It's in the look they give you down their nose,
All part of decency's jigsaw i suppose.
Sunday church and they look fetching,
Saturday night saw him stretching over our fence,
Bang the wall for me to turn down,
I can see them with their stern frown,
As they dispense the kind of look that says they're perfect.
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
song performed by by Xtc
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You can't trust politicians. It doesn't matter who makes a political speech. It's all lies - and it applies to any rock star who wants to make a political speech as well.
quote by Bob Geldof
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White as Truth
i am a page of white
a space limited only by
the scope of your thoughts
you can write whatever you wish
onto me - the good, the bad, or the ugly
- provided they are from your heart,
truthful, innocent and pure as a white lily
you dont have to worry about me
let your thoughts flow like the breeze
i have enough space for you
to fill out all your fantasies
i am a page of black
you can write what you want
- the good, the bad, or the ugly -
provided they are really from
your heart, truthful, innocent
and pure as white lily
i have enough space for you to
fill out all your fantasies
just make sure your ink is white
so that it will shine as bright as truth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Door's Grief
ah, the door's grief is not really brief,
it has been there since the hinges were fixed,
though it does not sound like an old man
grumbling, though its creaking sound
is hidden on a dropp of mechanical
oil,
there are those who still slam it
and out of too much fear
its grief lies hidden continually
on every closing
when you open it, it gives a respectable smile
yet you fail to understand
what was suppressed from what was not so valiantly expressed
there is no word for this
even the door cannot describe it
till this moment
when you close it again and again
as it becomes
another wall of the house again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Movements and Sounds
Can you hear that great and powerful sound
That brings shock to the earth and the sky?
There has never been anything so fierce.
I walk on this path seeing the grand journey
But have never heard anything so pure,
It gives a jolt to my heart and brings life.
When have you ever been so fulfilled in life
That your body aches at a simple sound?
The beating of my heart rings fast and pure,
My pounding chest reflects the living sky.
The clouds move swiftly, everlasting journey
To nowhere, they move so vividly fierce.
The wind sings its song, passionate and fierce.
The earth breathes her in and feels a new life.
Inhale and exhale, she’s on her journey
As the earth listens, taking in the sound
That shatters panes, coming from the black sky.
Still there is nothing that could be so pure.
But how can anyone say sounds are pure?
They scream and shout to the earth so fiercely,
Out of reach, elevated in the sky.
Yet, the screams exhilarate my small life
And I smile every time I hear the sound,
I move faster to fulfill my journey.
Step by step my shadow takes its journey
But it does not understand why the pure
Noise exhilarates. Shaken by the sound
Again, my heart stands strong and my bones fierce,
Holding the nerves and blood that brings me life
As my hands reach out toward the vast sky.
“I will cry out loudly, ” said the Sky
“To help your body move for your journey.
I am the great supplier of your life,
I am what makes this earth so calm and pure
Only with a whisper of this loud sound.”
Moving fast, wind and I one, run fiercely.
Hear the penetrating sound from the sky.
You become fierce each step of the journey
And feel ever pure as you welcome new life.
poem by Michelle Slaney
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