Secrecy, once accepted, becomes an addiction.
quote by Edward Teller
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My Addiction
My addiction
It is a story of my addiction
Loved her a lot
Cared a lot
However, everything I do for her, never seems perfect
I am truly alone and not even my addiction is with me anymore
She is so far away, that her presence I cannot even feel
I am addicted to her
However, she is not addicted to me
Since, she can live without me
Love, seems good in stories
Although, in reality love pains and does make one bleed
Tears of joy always fade away
Sorrow creeps in life
To be honest I feel so empty without you
Although, reaching out to you is impossible
Earlier, I tried my best
To impress you, I did everything
However, you are my addiction, which is out of my reach
All that I can do is weep and weep
Even then, you will never be mine.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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While all deception requires secrecy, all secrecy is not meant to deceive.
quote by Sissela Bok
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These Are The Crazed Days We Live!
You can to yourself,
Believe something is 'not' true.
But you can not openly say,
You believe something 'not' to be true.
Because if you do today...
What you choose to say,
May become offensive!
However...
Complete deceit is accepted.
Embellished with fanfare,
It is praised.
A lie kept in secrecy...
Will gain one rewards!
And the more one can amaze by its telling...
One may just get,
A ticker taped parade!
These are the crazed days we live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The addiction
The addiction to writing
Is worse than drug
Addiction to
shabu
Or marijuana
You want solitude
You do not talk
You shy away from friends
And your wife
Misunderstands your silence
As coldness of a lover
“Do you still love me? ”
it is worse
there is no hospital for writers
there are no rehabilitation centers
where they diagnose
you for an addiction for a certain
precise disease
why this man prefers solitude
why he does not dance
why he does not talk anymore
there is no drug prescribable
to this addiction
there is no doctor
there is no cure
meanwhile the symptoms keep
manifesting
looking beyond the window in deep thought
sleeping late and waking earlier than usual
He lives too far from everybody
Kin, friends, lovers, and country
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Protective Custody
In a world of decay,
And accepted decadence.
One almost 'has' to be vicious,
To keep an earned peace of mind...
In protective custody.
It becomes increasingly difficult,
To maintain an addiction free existence.
Especially when one's own trials and tribulations,
Have been faced to confront obstacles...
That do not run in opposite directions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children love secret club houses. They love secrecy even when there's no need for secrecy.
quote by Donna Tartt
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Drugs are merely the most obvious form of addiction in our society. Drug addiction is one of the things that undermines traditional values.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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Love is a loser
Secrecy and chance help adultery.
Mere romance is the withered blossom,
Notwithstanding the lovers’ liking.
Adultery in secrecy is unnoticed.
Mere love is a scandal published
17.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That Which I Do Not Know
How do I know what I know?
I've accepted faith as my reward,
For understanding.
I've accepted the experience of stumbling...
And not allow defeat,
To stop an ability I have to get back on my feet!
I've accepted humiliation to assist in my self evaluation.
I've accepted criticsms of all kinds.
I've accepted heartbreak to mend any bitterness.
With a forgiveness that God will defend...
And correct misdeeds done!
How do I know what I know?
I know I did not bleed without pain!
I know I did not recover from wounds alone.
I know I don't have all the answers!
And that was the beginning...
Of knowing something I could not debate.
It is what it is.
And could not be what it is not!
How do I know what I know?
That which I do not know...
I do not!
And I will admit,
I am prepared to learn.
'That' I choose not to stop!
I am not living my life to hide from it!
Or deny what it has to offer.
I do observe some fantasizing pain.
I am not that advanced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's an addiction... and addiction is something I should know something about.
quote by Keith Richards
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Our own political life is predicated on openness. We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to enquire. We know that the wages of secrecy are corruption. We know that in secrecy error, undetected, will flourish and subvert.
quote by Robert Oppenheimer
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Addiction
I don't drink
I don't smoke
Drugs are an
Absolute No.
So you must be
Thinking I've
No addiction.
Right?
No Babe,
Abso
Wrong!
I'm addicted
To you,
My love
What greater
Addiction
Do I need
Than being
Hopelessly
Helplessly,
In love with you
Endlessly…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I am absolutely opposed to a national ID card. This is a total contradiction of what a free society is all about. The purpose of government is to protect the secrecy and the privacy of all individuals, not the secrecy of government. We don't need a national ID card.
Addiction
I have an addiction
that eats away at me
sadly there is no medical cure
for the habit that I have.
I have to feed its hunger everyday,
I tried to go cold turkey
and almost succeeded once
and stopped for almost seven years,
but its hunger kept breaking through.
Finally, I got to grips with myself
and said enough is enough
I am going to let my addiction go.
It was not that easy to break free
of something you have had
for almost half a century.
I had to try I said to myself
before it takes over my life itself.
Just as I was about to put
the last nail in its coffin
it escaped and got free.
Free to enslave me once again
to do its bidding.
I have given up now
to its craving of paper and pen
and to do its dance again and again.
What am I addicted too?
If by now you have not guessed,
my addiction must be pretty weak
as I am addicted to writing
at least one thing everyday.
poem by David Harris
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Intimacy is feared
Lovers fear secrecy
As they both have secrecy.
Intimacy means connecting
The inner core of the two,
Which will expose their weak spots,
Fearing which they fear intimacy.
They want bodily intimacy
Without soul’s intimacy.
Such intimacy betrays trust
And will wreck the very love.
15.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Up and down
The accepted are rejected
And the rejected are accepted
In due course. Curse not
If you are not now accepted.
28.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Secret Time
In secrecy my time is set and separate,
My little bags are four thousand,
Away from the date I spoke,
As it speaks to me as a secret.
But this did nothing, in an order,
As proof did exist and you consider
The fallacies so part of the story.
He could still keep a hundred ideas and facts
Together in a pot, it was not easy!
Two weeks later, the final nail was torn
From the fingers of pain and suffering.
My secrecy is providing aid to the distressed
As well as time for repair and renovation.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Addiction
I miss the intimacy.
But I do not miss the secrecy,
You use to keep your thoughts from me.
I miss your touch.
But not the distance I encounter so much,
When I catch you deep and aloof in thought!
I find I'm standing on a threshold...
Invited to come in.
Feeling I am welcomed,
As long as I pretend...
You are inside a space to share,
Even though I am without you completely there!
Until your reach beseeches me.
And I obey and come unquestioned.
To be taught lessons only you can teach!
My weakness is captured,
And you sense my defeat!
I miss the intimacy.
And I wish it wasn't an addiction!
But with you it is!
We each need this 'fix'.
Knowing it will be supplied...
Stripped and naked and embraced with sighs.
Thrusting with a love only two like us can share,
Bared...
Without complications to interfere or deny!
Yet kept climaxing,
In fulfilled unanswered wonder.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Convenience
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience to have someone there.
To hear breathing the air.
As if the company kept...
Communicated with chemistry.
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
It occurred to me,
To you I was just something to do.
And that wasn't done,
Seriously.
Even together,
You preferred to play hide and seek.
And I discovered,
I want and need love.
And when you left that feeling stayed.
Then I knew what you gave,
Was not love.
But a game to be played.
Needing!
And again I am from you...
Addiction free.
What you provided was not love.
What you provided,
Was a convenience to me.
A convenience that eventually,
Faded.
After the quick and ease of preparation,
Left immediately upon its release.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Gets Used To All These
one gets used to all these
these and that, matters of the heart and soul
veiled with secrecy, worshiped as a secrecy
a devastation of the mind
a burning of the soul but no matter what
we both are here
still strong and silent in pain
rejoicing that oh,
somehow God has a plan for each of us
dead or alive
a room is reserved, a blue sky, a full moon,
a shining morning sun
a white butterfly, a scar that heals
exciting walks of life, stair by stair we tread upon
milestones
we shake our hands
we are here, and move on to the next, where no one
no one
can say, that this is all we have,
look over there,
there is more to all these
go.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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