I succumbed to hedonism.
quote by Simon Le Bon
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Next to selfishness the principal cause which makes life unsatisfactory is want of mental cultivation.
John Stuart Mill in Defence of Hedonism
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Pax Romana
Tens of thousands crucified... Christians fed to lions...
slavery...gladiators killing each other for public amusement
emperors deifying themselves...a culture of hedonism..
animal sacrifice.. the eating of peacock tongues..
Was the Pax Romana
also a Pox Romana
poem by Saiom Shriver
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Pained
Talk myself out of it
Sing myself out of it
Close my eyes out of it
Flicked open
Once more succumbed
Lips throb aflame
I go through it again
Help?
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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Blacks who have not succumbed to the victim culture have been, are, and will be doing quite well - all on their own, without handouts, affirmative action, and other patronizing measures.
quote by Tammy Bruce
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For those of us who have lost loved ones in their prime - as I did when my father and other relatives succumbed - even one of those years would have been a precious gift.
quote by Michael Milken
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God's Child
A God's child was born in the mud
Earth had no place; it was nipped in the bud.
There was no mourning, only the mother wailed
God quietly succumbed, he was once more impaled.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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You Are My PARAMOUR
You are my paramour
therefore, ye cannot tell a soul
I am your living Armour
and thus, you are to protect
to heaven and from hell
Thou, it is forbidden love
we face
But together, we shield the
lightning volts of Zeus, together
we can move mountains, together
we can empty the ocean, the seas
It is that i am enamored by everything
of you...
It was belligerence of our love...that was true
Hedonism! where my life is based on!
Sybaritic, how i live from now on....
poem by Frances Lugtu
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The Late Billy Bright
The late Billy Bright was no neuter-
No Faggot, no Fairy, no fruiter
Where ten thousand Virgins
Succumbed to his urgin's
There now stands the great State of Utah
Rajah
poem by Awsome Wells Dickenson
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Resigned
She'd sweep. She'd clean
and then she'd mop.
When she finished
she would drop
and wipe her brow
wet with sweat.
But she never cried
nor did she fret.
She'd sung. She'd whistled
and then she'd hummed.
When she finished
she succumbed
and lay right down
upon her cot,
too tired to think about
what her life was not.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Move To Quick
A quick move.
The hunter now the hunted.
Contemplation, calculation, possible mass destruction.
Better grab the condom.
I feel like it's sodom.
Better run till dawn.
The claws are drawn.
I'm gonna start sprawlin, coughin, jawin.
I gotta get goin.
This bad dream is trippin,
flippin me into a bad state.
Throw the creature in a crate.
We need to sedate.
I'm no longer it's slave in this state.
Shove behind the gate so I can now relate.
free from the hedonism of this casim and blasphimism.
poem by Michael McParland
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It has been deduced from Hitler’s great power over the masses that the Germans are an unusually suggestible race. But in all countries and at all times men have succumbed to the suggestive powers of unusual personalities, even if the wielders of those powers were not always good men in the Christian sense.
quote by Heinz Guderian
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Ballad (2)
A sultry garden stood the night.
We kept silent ourselves about what grips us horribly.
From this our hearts awoke
And succumbed under the burden of silence.
No star blossomed in that night
And nobody asked for us.
Only a demon has laughed in the darkness.
Be cursed everyone! Then the deed came into being.
poem by Georg Trakl
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But You Don't Know
You know every name in my hidden memory
But you don't know I remember yours only
You could listed all event of my vanity
But you don't know you're my only trophy
You're hypnotized by my rare beauty
But you don't know I'm possessed by your simplicity
You have deluded yourself with my fantasy
But you don't know I succumbed to you willingly
You know my love dwell in eternity
But you don't know you had the key
You know I love somebody so dearly
But how could you don't know you're that somebody?
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Empowerment of women
How can we arm the one who is already armed?
How can women empower themselves,
while already in power?
Her flesh is the ground and her love, the goal.
Every man’s aim is to play and earn her, the goal.
Her sex rules men. She, the ruler, makes men slave.
Battles were won and lost by men over women.
Men were dead for the women and by the women.
Women know they are rulers and men are cringers
Women are the cause of tussle; else peace will rule.
Sexuality and hedonism betoken woman’s power.
‘Still more’ means like arming elephants
with larger eyes.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Trip To Auschwitz
I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness.
I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me.
I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans.
In comparison to the tragedy that has befallen here.
I have nothing of value to lose.
What is value?
What can I consider a true loss?
Nothing.
In comparison to the holocaust.
poem by Rachel Henley
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Peace Equality Is Destiny Humanity?
we choose who
we worship
who we follow
in morality
in politics
in religion
in choices
self imposed
belief systems
we have freedom choice
to stand for purity light
for what is morally right
or to embrace
hedonism
self worship
dark soulless
demons
Satan’s spawn
decisions
which determine
an eternity
of light
or an eternity
of Satanic
exile damnation
will be resolved
beyond death
when judgement
sentences
both the righteous
and unrighteous
each to chosen
their own rewards
we reap what we sow
love compassion
conscience guide
those who
peace equality
would sow
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Death Star
Like all temporal musings,
a gyratory wind
on a ponderous vacuum -
the shrilling symphony that whets
the dislimned filigree
donned upon my elusive stars
fulminates from holding the floodgates
and when it succumbed
to its ghastly call
and basked in
fire and ice
its soul is devoured
now a death star
tight-roping with empty words
and vacant eyes.
poem by Norman Santos
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Life is maze
Life path is made of a net work;
One makes a choice at each fork.
Forks are frequent; so are choices.
Some are vital, some trivial.
Choices are made impulsively;
Choices are made instantly;
Choices are made by habit,
Experience, knowledge and faith.
Between pain and pleasure,
Between hedonism and virtues
And between power and possession,
Everyone’s life oscillates.
It is nothing but a sea saw.
Not every choice would click,
However best it appeared.
Your progress is not sure.
Life is maze not made by you.
The success and the failure
Are incidental and accidental.
No choice other than making choice.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pain is pleasure
When I took you in my arm
I felt having conquered.
When you took me in your palm
I felt having succumbed.
Upon holding you for manipulation
I ruled a victor.
Being held in your clutches
I slaved as a captive.
Every wound I inflicted upon you
Is a pleasure of pain to you.
Every friction you produced on me
Is a pleasure of strain to me.
I grew erotic, having chafed
While you did, having been chafed.
The Act of Love, a two way pleasure.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An Unrecognizable Excuse Used
Miraculously...
I observed a few who had to be new,
Wading curiously...
Through a pack of judgement passers.
And they survived unscathed.
Which made me wonder...
They either had to be tourists,
On vacation.
Or folks issued experimental medications,
To test.
Others had tried ignoring this...
To live lives as they wished.
And succumbed as if,
They were addicted to nonsense.
Like it was a required prerequisite.
To have their minds lifted...
With no other purpose to live,
But to self inflict abuse.
An unrecognizable excuse used...
To be accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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