Life itself is the proper binge.
quote by Julia Child
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Beneath The Grumbling Cesspit
Beneath the grumbling cesspit,
we interpret as a life
we hold out our hands
as a begging bowl
for any scrap of comfort
one can discard our way.
We reach out franticly
nudging others off the path
scrambling for that hope
a better life is on its way.
Our nocturnal binge in life’s other side
leaves us harried and unhinged
as we grasp at straws of redemption
among life’s murky underside.
Waking to the tainted fear
everything we have
will be taken from us
during someone else’s nocturnal binge
for their searching hope
of that better life.
poem by David Harris
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(Drugs&Suicide Poem) A Last Resort
I'm on the pills again
I'm on the drugs again
I'm on a binge again
So high tonight
The lights are just to bright
Blinding
Defining you and me
Who are we going to really be
My thought are my needs
My blood looks like thick red water
I will not wake tomorrow
Death comes so slowly
You are never ready
Its like that pop up confetti
Did you bring it to the party
I'm on the pills again
I'm on the drugs again
I'm on a binge again
So high tonight
The lights are just to bright
Blinding
I'm rewinding my video of memories
Which lies in my head
The good
The bad
The sad
The cationic state
That most will never be able to relate
Why do I lie still
Have I lost all my will
I'm on the pills again
I'm on the drugs again
I'm on a binge again
So high tonight
The lights are just to bright
Blinding
Never ending
Is this a game of pretending
The screams
The shouts
They are the clouds reflections
They can be seen from the inside
The oceans comes with the high tides
The hole has gotten so wide
I need a fix
Give me the pills
Give me the drugs
I'm going on my very last binge
Before life hands me my sweet revenge
Angel of darkness take me to a place
I would not other wise ever know
Please lets go
Lets just go
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Keep It Proper
Keep it proper!
You never know on you who might peep.
When you do a thing discreet.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Especially when you're seen in the streets.
You never know on you who might peep.
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
Controversy lovers love it,
More obscene.
People feed sensations that wound and bleed.
With a caring less of who's affected by misdeeds
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best that you keep it proper,
That business to express on the streets.
You never know,
On you
Who might peep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.
quote by Max Frisch
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When You Got In
I Went Out
Such Is The Wrong Timing
Of Your
Compassion
Then We Talk
About The Proper Timing
Of Our Desires
You Set The Time, The Place, And The Mood
Now It Is Not Just Desire But
Love
Yes, Love,
But Sometimes I Still Wonder
What Love Is
When Two People Meet At The Proper Time
The Proper Place, And The Proper Mood
When Everything Seems Right
And Yet
Feels So Wrong
When Everything Is Supposedly Proper
And Yet
There Is Still This
Feeling Of Impropriety
I Am 48 Years Old And You Are 49
And I Am Just Asking
When We All Want To Be Inside The Room Of
Ecstacy
And Yet
They All Want Us
Out
Just Because They Also Feel
That The Timing May Be Right
But It Simply Does Not
Look All Right
And Then You Are A Little
Bit Irritated And You Ask
Finally
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wrong Timing
when you got in
i went out
such is the wrong timing
of your
compassion
then we talk
about the proper timing
of our desires
you set the time, the place, and the mood
now it is not just desire but
love
yes, love,
but sometimes i still wonder
what love is
when two people meet at the proper time
the proper place, and the proper mood
when everything seems right
and yet
feels so wrong
when everything is supposedly proper
and yet
there is still this
feeling of impropriety
i am 48 years old and you are 49
and i am just asking
when we all want to be inside the room of
ecstacy
and yet
they all want us
out
just because they also feel
that the timing may be right
but it simply does not
look all right
and then you are a little bit irritated and you ask
finally:
why do you talk too much?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I binge when I'm happy. When everything is going really well, every day is like I'm at a birthday party.
quote by Kirstie Alley
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There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge.
Hunter S. Thompson in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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Awkward And Uncomfortable
Hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
Then let me crack a joke to break the ice.
The simplest one will suffice.
My shyness is a wire that need to be spliced.
When under such exposure can I keep my composure?
I just do not know.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
Then let me fall apart right in front of everyone.
Let me share in my horror stories of what some would call life.
Some would ask the question but isn't it fun?
I would say yes but at times I just want to run.
Hide in a dark corner holding a sharp knife.
It's pointed and ready.
I'm so scared.
Feelings in rawness to bare.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
They say practice makes perfect.
But of that paraphrase I feel so deserted.
No matter how many times I try one is just as awkward as the next.
It gets me all anxious and upset.
What if i do it wrong?
Worst yet if I do it exactly right and this one girl gets turned on?
What if she one of those that expects something a lonely soul like me can never give?
As things perpetuate at a steady pace it gets harder and harder to say no.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
~At The Age Of 27 In Someways I Still Feel Like A Child.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The proper words in the proper places are the true definition of style.
quote by Jonathan Swift
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Oh yes, after the war, and we were all starving - we had no proper food or anything - no proper shoes.
quote by Ninette de Valois
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The Secularism
What love is and what is hate
What is destiny and what is fate
Think not of such ethereal things
Be carefree and carry on the binge
Of thy heart not of your mind
Live a life of special; kind
If you ponder over your fate
Abhorrence for highs it will create
About your destiny if you think
Animosity for usurpers it will link
Arms and ammunitions of thy emotions
Waste not on the futile notions?
Look around you and find love
Live a happy life like that of a dove
poem by Akram Saqib
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After playing now for 60 years, it's still very challenging for me to play a simple melody and have it clean and touch the reed at the proper time in the proper way.
quote by Lee Konitz
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We must do all we can to empower parents and communities to protect our youth and to encourage healthy behavior free from binge drinking and other forms of alcohol abuse.
quote by Jon Corzine
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Everyone Who Has Been On a Terrorist Binge
One man is clearly brilliant.
While the other is fairly clever.
However one has scars remaining...
In a mind still clinging onto war.
And yet the other tries to convince...
Those mental wars will end.
And he recommends...
Psychological treatments,
To begin for everyone...
Who has been on a terrorist binge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are six components of wellness: proper weight and diet, proper exercise, breaking the smoking habit, control of alcohol, stress management and periodic exams.
quote by Kenneth H. Cooper
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Anorexia, you starve yourself. Bulimia, you binge and purge. You eat huge amounts of food until you're sick and then you throw up. And anorexia, you just deny yourself. It's about control.
quote by Tracey Gold
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Because these kids get away from their parents, and they binge drink until they are sick. Dozens of them are going to the hospital, and some of them dying. This is a problem, a big problem that needs to be addressed, and we need accurate information.
The End Of The Trail
Life, you've been mighty good to me,
Yet here's the end of the trail;
No more mountain, moor and sea,
No more saddle and sail.
Waves a-leap in the laughing sun
Call to me as of yore. . . .
Alas! my errant days are done:
I'll rove no more, no more.
Life, you've cheered me all the way;
You've been my bosom friend;
But gayest dog will have his day,
And biggest binge must end.
Shorebound I watch and see afar
A wistful isle grow wan,
While over is a last lone star
Dims out in lilac dawn.
Life, you've been wonderful to me,
But fleetest foot must fail;
The hour must come when all will see
The last lap of the trail.
Yet holding in my heart a hymn
Of praise for gladness gone,
Serene I wait my star to dim
In the glow of the Greater Dawn.
poem by Robert William Service
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They've just gone over the line in my opinion, and again, there's a proper time for a pat down, there's a proper time for an advanced technology body search, but it has to be done with some thought.