Heterosexuality is dangerous. It tempts you to aim at a perfect duality of desire.
quote by Marguerite Duras
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It would have been convenient to be gay. Just because of the grooming, the narcissism, stuff like that. But I have this kind of roaring heterosexuality. Traditional, uncomplicated heterosexuality, an almost cliched Robin Askwith thing.
quote by Russell Brand
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Homosexuality
This is the
Age of
Open
Homosexuality.
It's slowly
Losing its
Promiscuity.
It's becoming
As prevalent
As heterosexuality.
I don't know
What the fuss
Is all about…
As long as
The person
Is old enough
To understand
His sexuality...
Doesn't harm
Anybody…
Enjoys safe
Sex -
Who are we
To dictate
That he should
Practise
Only
Heterosexuality?
It's his choice.
Let him experiment.
Let's respect his
Wishes…
Let's accept him
As one of us.
He's a human being
With sexual needs
Just as all of us…
So what
If he's
Gay or bisexual?
It's his life.
Let him live it.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Desire
I desire I desire
I pledge allegiance to the thought
That your love is all that matters
And your gestures have the power
To bring the whole world to its knees
Dont let me torment you
Dont let me bring you down
Dont ever let me hurt you
Dont let me fail because
I desire your attention
I desire your perfect love
I desire nothing more (than this)
(or less)
To give you happiness
Could become a lifetime goal
A smile I might bring you
Is more important than world peace
I pledge allegiance to the fact
That youre wise to walk away
For nothing is more dangerous
Than desire when its wrong
song performed by by Devo
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The Mind's Polarities
It’s said – and so it seems to be –
that when the individual mind
emerges from that place where mind
rests, perfect, and in unity with all things to be known –
in that place, which is; within us, and without us:
that in that moment, as the mind expands,
and as its sphere within expands to match that sphere without,
polarities arise; such axis as may join them
to lie hidden and forgot; instead we see
all as remotenesses, that grow ever more the farther;
and then – the aweful nature of the human lie –
name them ‘opposites’… and in that step,
a further one, ‘duality’…
and so, condemn ourselves to fruitless life
where, across the vast mind’s sphere,
sadness – let’s say – sees, far off, that pure happiness -
too far, too far, to be within its reach…
and happiness, seeing far off, sadness, seeks in pleasure
to keep its distance…and so, the balance swings,
the world wags, and the mind knows only restlessness…
and knows, desire… how we forget,
we could not know desire, but that we knew
what desire desires; what’s missing in our world;
sadness, knowing the happiness; what would sadness be
without its knowing, in full, its happiness? ..
if we but saw desire as grace; looked at it with clear eye;
we might see, lurking there within,
beyond the warnings of its waywardness,
that holy thing that yearns alway for onefulness…
and as we have departed,
then by grace, so we return;
find by that third perfect point;
that eye that sees, from its eternal home,
duality to resolve in unity..
and all absolved, we’re absolute..
*
this, by mine own hand… writ
in a deep yearning sadness;
sadness that would fain convince itself
that happiness, this morning, is too distant; so, then,
to abide in sorrowed sadness…
and yet, there are strange joys,
where sadness meets all other things, in duty and in law;
speaks of all things in some strange disguise;
finds its heart, where heart it never sought;
and so, if words may do
what words should do, I name this poem’s end
its true beginning: name it now,
dedicating it, to truth and joy, and to myself:
A Poem in Praise of Happiness.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Man is potato.
Ego wounded, anger bursts.
Senses purred, desires spurt.
The built in anger and desire
Work as drives for man efforts.
Assaulted by a white in Africa,
Gandhi fought against the whites in India.
Enamoured by the cute Cleopatra,
Julius Caesar helped her get her throne.
It’s anger that spurs you.
It’s desire that tempts you.
Without anger or desire
A man is mere potato.
04.11.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Duality Of Mind
Its allright, I close my eyes and look at you
What I see is your smile shining bright at me
Can you feel it? yeah
Can you feel it? yeah
When Im down I shut my mouth and talk to you
And you smile and close your eyes and look at me
Can you feel it? yeah
Can you feel it? yeah
Duality of mind, duality of mind
Its allright, I shut my mind and die tonight
And youll see that I killed duality in mind
Can you feel it? yeah
Can you feel it? yeah
Duality of mind, duality of mind
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Perfect Part 2
I don’t need perfect cloth
I don’t need perfect hair
What I need is a confidence
I don’t need perfect score
I don’t need perfect job
What I need is a support
I don’t need perfect word
I don’t need perfect dream
What I need is a chance
I don’t need perfect agreement
I don’t need perfect control
What I need is a solution
I don’t need perfect holiday
I don’t need perfect memories
What I need is a peace of mind
I don’t need perfect home
I don’t need perfect family
What I need is a comfort
I don’t need perfect love
I don’t need perfect life
What I need is an understanding
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Wiccan Tigress
She prowls the night, restless with desire
For truth, justice, renounced spirituality
Knows that only love can quench her fire
Only first, must defeat her mind’s duality
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Dangerous To Know
some secrets need to be kept
some stories should never be told
some reasons shouldnt be understood
they just might turn your blood cold
who need all the answers
who takes all the chances
who said the truth is gonna save you?
when the truth could be dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
know
know
know
i was a law unto myself
when you find out on my own(out on my own)
together nothing was sacred
together we were alone(we were alone)
who needs all the questions
who lost their direction
who said a lie's gonna break you
when a lie could be dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
ignorance is bliss
your safe when you resist
theres no safety in a kiss like this
its dangerous...so kiss..........me
kiss...me....
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
know
know
know
some secrets need to be kept
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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My Love Is Not Perfect
My love is not perfect.
It does not flawlessly sail the seven seas
It clears no mount in single bound
No epic stuff this
My love is not perfect.
Threats may not be seen
Predators may be invited unwittingly
My love is not perfect.
It is often blind to dangerous flaws
It can be the staircase of a catastrophic fall
My love is not perfect.
It can hurt unknowingly
And injure me fatally
Yet this imperfect love
Brings forth my best 'me'
Without this love
I could not be.
This imperfect love is strength
For imperfect me.
8/9/2009
poem by Claude H Oliver II
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He devil tempts all, but the idle man tempts the devil.
The devil tempts all, but the idle man tempts the devil.
Dawn behind the soul
I just need your eyes to drown in,
for me no better ocean is needed,
my dear -
when Sun falls behind your soul,
don't give me night's coldness trough your look.
Nothing is of such a great importance,
like your pure, smile.
Your voice tempts my spirit,
as breeze tempts strength of a lotus' gusset.
I don't need you to survive,
but your presence makes my life colorful.
Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXIX: Power of Mass
dumb viewers are more dangerous to destroy good movie than mean critic
numb eaters are more dangerous to waste delicious food than culinary expert
uneducated readers are more dangerous to bury qualified book than shallow reviewer
stubborn fans are more dangerous to kill promising star than greedy producer
cheap imitations are more dangerous to reduce creative product than cheat competitor
violent followers are more dangerous to spread terror than villain dictator
antipathy people are more dangerous to doom the world than mad prophet
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Your Perfect Little Girl...
Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card.
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night.
Your perfect little girl painted her nails black.
Your perfect little girl lied to you all her life.
Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep.
Your perfect little girl slits her wrists till she bleeds.
Your perfect little girl hates you.
Your perfect little girl hates herself.
Your perfect little girl has given up on life.
Your perfect little girl had a tantrum today.
Your perfect little girl has her head in the toilet after dinner.
Your perfect little girl wants to run away.
Your perfect little girl hasn't let you dry her tears.
Your perfect little girl disobeyed you.
Your perfect little girl hates the world.
Your perfect little girl is hated by the world.
Your perfect little girl is very unhappy.
Your perfect little girl tried to commit suicide.
Your perfect little girl became a disgrace.
Your perfect little girl keeps alot of secrets.
Your perfect little girl deals with everything on her own
Your perfect little girl had to grow up too fast.
Your perfect little girl is on the edge of breakdown.
Your perfect little girl just isn't so perfect anymore.
poem by Gabriela Valoy
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My Perfect Sister
MY PERFECT SISTER
My perfect sister holds me tight
My perfect sister kisses me goodnight
My perfect sister knows when I’m mad
My perfect sister helps me when I’m sad
My perfect sister is so smart
My perfect sister has my heart
My perfect sister is good and nice
My perfect sister holds me at night
My perfect sister loves me lots
My perfect sister ties the knot
My perfect sister is here to stay
My perfect sister I have until this very day
My perfect sister I wish you well
My perfect sister yes I can tell
My perfect sister asked if I lied
My perfect sister knows if I’ve cried
My perfect sister has moved away
->My perfect sister is in my heart to and will always stay
poem by Megan Sandifer
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I think heterosexuality and homosexuality are a kind of psychosis, and the truth is somewhere in the middle.
quote by Jeanette Winterson
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Sorry I Am Not Perfect
I'm sorry for lying
I'm sorry for trying
I'm sorry for crying
I'm sorry for dying
I'm sorry Mom
I'm sorry Dad
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'm sorry not being a good lad.
I'm sorry for disobeying
I'm sorry for being dishonest
I'm sorry for being so churlish
Although I never said sorry
This is one way for being so naughty.
I may not be the perfect daughter.
I may not be the perfect sister.
I may not be even a perfect friend.
But I am not a perfect women.
My body isn't perfect.
My speech isn't perfect..
My work isn't perfect...
Why aren't I perfect?
poem by Monica Rose
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I think change is possible, but only for individuals who were never truly gay in the first place and who have a strong personal motivation to recover their heterosexuality.
quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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Sweet And Sour
but some mornings
while of course you’d like to write
a poem, there’s nothing there;
so you read a poem that ‘someone else’ wrote
though of course it’s your mind reading it
and after you/I read it,
there drifted into the mind the phrase
‘the sweetness of life’…
a phrase more common,
even more evocative -
‘douceur de vie’
(or even plural.. ‘petit douceurs’…))
in French writings..
how wonderful the workings
of the mind: that first, tiny
explosion of consciousness in the mind
instantly offers in language
duality; and opposites;
take your choice,
and be bound by it…
so, there was sweetness: which this morning
seemed a mile away;
and… sourness! Yes, of course!
life has been… just a little sour… these last few weeks
for no apparent reason – though of course
I could offer reasons flattering to me…
Yet also, heavenly grace, as it may be,
presenting duality, allows
the glory of a unity to be seen:
this morning, knowing life as both sweet and sour,
both and neither,
I’ll choose what’s been lacking
(which is the definition of pure desire…) and
without even the wish to elaborate –
just to name it, in its beauty to the mind,
the sweetness of life;
it’s like a poem in itself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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