I don't think geometric art is... I don't like to call it that. I don't think it's any more pure than pop art or anything else. It doesn't have anything to do with purity.
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They certainly aren't connected with the old geometric art. My work isn't geometric in that sense.
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In Search Of Purity
Purity encompasses our past like fury,
It comprises the victory signs of the jury.
A maid of heaven shall be purer than you,
Instead your place in heaven is sealed like barbecue.
Purity is more than an act, rather a statement
So pure itself, so much like goodness with reinstatement.
Great work and works are committed with zeal,
So passion and lusts are alien; and so the deal.
Let purity remark on itself as the longevity
And the afterlife suddenly, this is the brevity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Purity
Purity grows from the heart, of the heart,
Just like the heart it bleeds from pain,
And it is succinct in its appearance,
Lots of love are made from it,
Open fire is tossed onto those in hatred
Of the pure ones, the peaceful presidents
That change their age throughout life,
Who order the children, gaze at no sin,
Fire a person from profession.
Purity is an order from the faithful,
And my heart reaches out for them
For they are pure.
poem by Naveed Akram
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B l u e s
no, it’s beyond words.
say a word your word
if you need,
death loss tears grief gone ever
it’s beyond all these
take them hold them
press them tear them
squeeze from them
the tears of things
tears at the heart of things
squeeze this pure pure liquid
from these from life itself
so pure it’s nameless
so pure it’s the being
of your being,
the truth of truth,
the beauty, of all the sadness
that ever,
so pure, so true
that never again;
so pure, it could be
joy or love or grace
wash in its purity
this is life
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Purity 1
I love woman
I do sex
I drink alcohol
And I declare myself
An impure poet.
Purity?
What is it
And where
Tell me a pure thing.
Lovers do sex in a resort
Teachers are homo
They do sex with their boys
in hostel
Priests do sex
with their nuns
But ask people
Be pure, be pure
Cuz, God is pure.
Tell me
where is that woman
Who has never tasted a man
A man
Who has never licked
cave of a woman
A woman
Who has not gave birth
to anyone
A man
Who has not sown seeds
inside a woman.
poem by Devil Poet
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Doesn't Nature?
Doesn't nature draw your eyes ever towards her?
Don't you feel beyond your body is mind there?
A mind with innocence, which may be God's abode!
There are a few men, who get the blessing of god!
Lust is on the way to pure love a inviolable bar
Nature looks after us as dear mother and father.
Borrow the patience, the stillness, purity from her,
and worship the soul, not this physique ever.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Call On Me
Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
sit here reliving the other self's mournings
Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings
stand I
Oh oh oh oh
Reliving the past of the maddening impulse
violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct
The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring
stand I
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call
[Rowena:]
A wild being from birth
my spirit spurns control
wondering the wide earth
searching for my soul
Dimly peering
I would surely find
what could there be more purely bright
in truth's day-star
Ooohhh
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call, call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call
song performed by by Lou Reed
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No Name yet
Swirling
Twirling
Falling peacefully down
The snow covers the darkness of the land
It hides the blemishes and scars
That we have placed upon it
Us who call ourselves civilized
We may have started like the snow
Pure and white
So perfect and right
But just as the snow darkens
With every step taken
Our own innocence and purity
Disappears
poem by Amna Haleem
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Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart for his purity, by definition, is unassailable.
quote by James Baldwin
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Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart; for his purity, by definition, is unassailable.
quote by James A. Baldwin
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My home is in you
A home
Doesn’t have four corner post
To call it a home and to stand on its own
As long as your love is strong
I don’t need that four corner post
A home
Doesn’t have four big walls
To call it a home and to protect me when nature calls
As long as your arms is around me
I don’t need those four big walls
A home
Doesn’t have to be in an isolated place
To call it a home and to find a solemn inner peace
As long as I have you near me
I don’t have to be in an isolated place
A home
Doesn’t have to constructed materially
To find all the comfort and call it a home
As long as I have you and your love
I don’t need to built a home for my home is in you
12.18.05
poem by Sweet Seven
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Italian Myrtles
By many a soft Ligurian bay
The myrtles glisten green and bright,
Gleam with their flowers of snow by day,
And glow with fire-flies through the night,
And yet, despite the cold and heat,
Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.
There is an island in the West,
Where living myrtles bloom and blow,
Hearts where the fire-fly Love my rest
Within a paradise of snow-
Which yet, despite the cold and heat,
Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.
Deep in that gentle breast of thine-
Like fire and snow within the pearl-
Let purity and love combine,
O warm, pure-hearted Irish girl!
And in the cold and in the heat
Be ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.
Thy bosom bears as pure a snow
As e'er Italia's bowers can boast,
And though no fire-fly lends its glow-
As on the soft Ligurian coast-
'Tis warmed by an internal heat
Which ever keeps it pure and sweet.
The fire-flies fade on misty eves-
The inner fires alone endure;
Like rain that wets the leaves,
Thy very sorrows keep thee pure-
They temper a too ardent heat-
And keep thee ever pure and sweet.
poem by Denis Florence MacCarthy
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Purity
Tears dropp from my eyes.
Shall I compare it with a dew-drop?
A dew-drop!
It's a refresher.
It gives a strength to our mind,
It brings a new feeling.
When I see it, I forget my missing.
Have you any doubt for its purity?
But the drops sheding from my eyes also says, ' I am pure, watch it,
think it and feel it.'
Yes, grief is the part a mournful fellow tortured by a tormentor.
I can smell its flavor.
A mild heart exposes its righteousness by these drops of tear.
Now, I have learned to sacrifice
as I am a human being not a device.
I have feelings.
Yes, now, I can see something more into a dew-drop.
I can meditate the similarity
between tears and dew-drops.
I know about the purity.
I am not a pursuivant of misanthropy.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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Raindrops of Innocence
Crystal raindrops and romantic breeze
Arouse this reality that becomes you.
For the moon you are stood in nakedness
Intimidating eye with purity hidden for long.
Purity disguised with ruggedness.
Alas! Some raw gem you are.
As eye wear the coat of silence,
Raindrops still singing away
For this two in converse so
Deep, innocence you are arrested
My soul.
The sadness you feel about the world
Made you cry your heart away.
Amazingly! The roving eyes of adventurous
Men sees nothing of your pain.
They call you evasive, they call you deceptive.
For this emotionally depressed mind, them care nothing about,
But this day, eye so cherished the you in nature to me
You displayed
As eye brood this feelings thyself arouse in an
Inquisitive a heart that is mine,
Eye remember nature that weathered
These crystal raindrops of innocence
We shared.
©1997
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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Rebuked
If you denounce my spirit,
The spirit within is so pure
That purity will never be perverted.
Openly, the living miracle has been achieved
Towards the end of the string we finish.
My weapons target a man of worth,
Denouncing and rebuking the spirit walking.
May rhythm of skill be resulting
From this awesome quake, so vivid
And disastrous, after the work of Hell.
My spirit is pure and clean
From the knowledge attained
In youth and in old age.
Living with the miracle
Carries no blunder or race of unkindness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXI: It doesn't mean any harm
It may be provocative
It may be disturbing
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be rough
It may be emotional
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be wild
It may be rebellious
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may go unplanned
It may look careless
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a nuisance
It may be a mistake
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a mess
It may be complicated
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be slow progress
It may test the patience
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be a hard blow
It may shake the faith
But it doesn't mean any harm
It may be cursed
It may be judged cruel
But it doesn't mean any harm
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Stone Cold Assassin
I stare at the walls,
Lost in my thoughts.
I don't care about,
Whatever the hell's going on.
I am a loner.
I dont mingle.
I have a heart
Cold and of stone.
Death doesn't bother me.
Pain doesn't deter me.
I know no emotion
Of pity and fear.
Honor holds no meaning,
If it doesn't get the job done.
You ever want somebody dead?
Call me. I am the assassin.
poem by Anushna Satapathy
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Pure Love (For my Friend Marie)
Marie asked me to write something about pure love
But it's difficult for me and not really even thought of
So - pure love must be the opposite of love that's not pure
Something that is not about lust but grown up and mature
Pure love would be what a mother feels for her child
And unpure love is what's between lovers that are wild
A love that truly gives without asking anything back
The past will be forgiven and remains forever unpacked
The kind of love that disregards physical attraction
A love that does not care about personal satisfaction
A true commitment uncaring about beauty and location
Something that goes past illness and all types of allegation
Pure love does not know jealousy, anger or greed
This kind of love is fulfilling, silent and doesn't mislead
A feeling that puts your soul to rest and lets you sleep
And when you get up it's still strong and never cheap
Pure love is something that's respectful, giving and true
It's born within you and gives happiness all the way through
Well my friend if you have experienced pure love in your life
Hold on to it tightly and don't let anyone cut it out with a knife
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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