Euphemism is a euphemism for lying.
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When I Heard
Of earth where I stand I hear
meaningless euphemism of tiny mouths full of greedy
I heard from my right side and left and back of my neck
And I do not need to rotate the neck to look for where the hell euphemism without meaning begins
Let them satisfy themselves with a full bustle reproach
I would have remained standing on the earth where I stand, though I heard a tiny mouths were full of greedy indulgence in all their charms
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A composite is a euphemism for a lie. It's disorderly. It's dishonest and it's not journalism.
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Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats.
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Negotiations are a euphemism for capitulation if the shadow of power is not cast across the bargaining table.
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Any euphemism ceases to be euphemistic after a time and the true meaning begins to show through. It's a losing game, but we keep on trying.
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nothing more about euphemism
can hide the truth
that you are not with us
do not try to misspell
our intentions
so they may become popular
to those who by
our standards are the great
morons of our society
no need to tell that you are not one of us
we are finally leaving
we come with nothing
we bring nothing
our journey is far
and the place has no name
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Silence That Was There...
it is the silence
that i love most
it is worth it
lady-like, reserved,
cool as they
name her,
on the other side of the
euphemism
is the muteness of
that mutiny of sorrow
they all come and leave
at the same time
but it does not matter
it is this that remained
wholeheartedly
sincere and healing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The language of the younger generation has the brutality of the city and an assertion of threatening power at hand, not to come. It is military, theatrical, and at its most coherent probably a lasting repudiation of empty courtesy and bureaucratic euphemism.
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Illicit Intimacies...
an intimacy
(an euphemism for something else)
maximized in
fifteen or so
minutes is equivalent to
a lifetime of shame
and regret
(an overstatement of
cowardice)
and so the die is cast,
I'd better be alone
and happy
but you may follow me
so that we can be professional
loners
together
who knows if the curse of law
tomorrow
shall gnaw?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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""Women's fashion"" is a euphemism for fashion created by men for women.
quote by Andrea Dworkin
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Simply Must You Speak the Truth...
tonight,
the air spreads the news
our single witness is the moon
on windows that open
on lights divine and yet dim
skin to skin, no clothes to bother
like the way you make love with me
when you feel like it say it
do not attempt to choose the word
euphemism does not work here
speak the truth
in simple terms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Interesting
There are so many different types of interesting.
Maybe you were trying to use a euphemism.
Most people don't want to hear a dysphemism.
You might of thought it was irresistible.
Theres a opinion going around that it was unfashionable.
Maybe it was very very sad.
Oh no you didn't say is was very very bad.
No one got to hear anything except that it was very interesting.
Its too bad because you had so many types of interesting.
A Metaphor For A Funeral
indeed it is wonderful to entertain
that constant idea that beds are made for
sex,
but i must be deluding myself for a long time
as time
swiftly corrects me
and so shortly,
that beds in fact are made more for the resting place
of the sick and the dying,
the anxious and the depressed,
the restless people engulfing one pill to another
to get the blessings of sleep
soon it will become
another metaphor for
a funeral
and euphemism
for death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To A Lady
It's nice, beyond a certain stage
(merely a euphemism for age)
To leave behind the vexing task
of falling, three times a day, in love-
Often by the broadest light thereof.
And peptide driven, bear Love's cross-
Charming, awfully, the way
Secretions frack our mortal clay
Such as a shower cannot remedy-
Those ardors paid with future inanition.
Exempted more in practice than in theory,
Now. Then, I never minded, really,
My 'court the present, shirk
The future policy' retired, I recall one fact:
Love's alot of work.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Dead For Quite A Long Time....
breathless is the reason,
it is just this euphemism about having to lose breath
and you may think
it's a way simply out of the ball game
or a movie
like breathless (i.e. sleepless) in Seattle
but really, really
it is not the case of being breathless because you are overjoyed
or has exerted much effort
for joy
or bliss
it is not the case, it is not
it is something else that you cannot figure out
because you are still
too preoccupied with breathing and all
its condiments of air
and space
there will be a time when you see someone you
love in an infirmary
or at bay
and you confess your love and you say
all my life love has always been another and another stranger
without a name, and touch-less and you say
it is breathtaking but
there is never a hand or a pair of warm red lips
breathless because you have been dead for long
and you refuse to acknowledge it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Drone
Sunday morning was proving boring
for the team or guy
watching the screens
attached to the CC cameras.
Suddenly!
Someone seen acting suspiciously
in an out- of- the-way pocket
at the university
near an unattended bicycle
with a back-pack leaning against a wheel...
...Someone had finished taking photographs
and was leaving the premises
as two policemen walked past
absorbed in rehearsals:
someone was to think
he was not a person-of-interest.
They would check the set-up.
(Synch-blink is a euphemism
well-used by team psychologists,
alibi for lost millions;
and, a guy can't do anything about brain-hegemony.
He just has to spend at least almost half his life
with his eyes wide shut.)
You've got to have someone on the ground.
We're working on it...
...them...
...S-b...b-h.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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We Need Inspiration
What do I do now
NOT KNOWING WHICH WAY IS UP
Where do I go from here
What do I do
What can I do
WHEN I DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT ME
BESIDES MY NAME AND EVEN THAT
SUBJECT TO CHANGE
So what do I do
I AM LOST CONFUSED
PRAYING THAT SOME ONE
MAY HELP TELL ME WHO
I AM AND WHERE I AM FROM
GUIDANCE IS ALL I NEED
NO NOT GUIDANCE
GUIDANCE IS
A EUPHEMISM FOR DICTATORSHIP
I WANT TO MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS
BUT HOW CAN I WHEN I DON'T
KNOW UP FROM DOWN
I AM JUST MEANDERING THROUGH THE WORLD
HOPING THAT I MAY SOMEHOW
COME ACROSS SOMETHING GOOD
BUT WHY GO SEARCHING
I COULD MAKE SOMETHING GOOD HERE
BUT what and how
WITH NO IDEA WHAT
DIRECTION UP MAY BE
SO I SEARCH NOT FOR THE GOOD STUFF
BUT THE INGREDIENTS YOU NEED TO MAKE IT
AS IF IT'S SOME EXOTIC RECIPE I SEARCH HIGH AND LOW
NOT KNOWING WHICH IS WHICH
NOT KNOWING WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR
OR WHAT I AM LOOKING AT
AND THEN IN DESPAIR I CALL TO GOD
FOR INSPIRATION
AND REALIZE THAT IS ALL I NEED
ALL I HAVE EVER NEEDED
ALL ANYONE NEEDS
ALL WE NEED IS INSPIRATION
AND ALL OF OUR WILDEST
FANTASIES WILL COME TRUE
Lyin' To Yourself
You tell me lies that you believe
You say its the real thing
I can see how you've deceived
I know what's happening
And seeing is believing 'til you find out that you're blind
You're Lying To Yourself (Lying To Yourself)
You're Lying To Yourself (Lying To Yourself)
Wake up, shake up, turn around
I'll give it to you straight
It's been too long, it's past a joke
Something I can't take
The cost is due, now tell me money ain't the means [to me it sounds like
"meaning"]
You're Lying To Yourself
(Lying To Yourself)
You're Lying To Yourself
(Lying To Yourself)
Lying To Yourself again, you're Lying to Yourself again
Lying To Yourself again, you're Lying To Yourself again
Lying in the morning
I'll kiss you goodbye
You won't regret a part of this
And neither will I
Revealing hearts with a common need play their hands
You're Lying To Yourself
(Lying To Yourself)
You're Lying To Yourself
(Lying To Yourself)
NOTE: This song is a B-side to the Alpha album single "The Smile Has Left
Your Eyes
song performed by by Asia
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On His First Year In The Study Of Law
soon you will learn
how power is sown
here
they all start from the
good grasp of the law
memorizing
the essence of
its spirit
intended for that perpetual
quest of justice
and peace but at this early
you must have realized
mr. novice
that that is only a matter
of euphemism
for after all those years
of hardship
you shall then insist on
reaping the fruits of your
intellectual labor
for in the skill of your hands
and your wits
less now the humor
you will know by then
how to make the needed twists
and blend the turns
the law now becoming
your ardent servant
to pursue that most private
pursuit of personal happiness
totally disregarding
the demands of public welfare
that greatest law
set aside
in favor of your
selfish interest...
welcome
take the initial seat of power
and now we prepare
you for that insatiable greed
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anecdote of the gypsies
The macadam, a path broad and thorny,
Macerate skins worn and damn,
Through cloudless clime where fierce and corny,
They rise wearing somber pasty face,
Yet, in lumber somnambulist pace.
Drinking from gourd of oscillate hostility,
With lags hovering in the distance,
Surveyed from yonder of captivity.
An artful grin of grace,
Lassitude steeped by a soul sound so bear,
Yet, the whirling mote indignant cloud not in the rear.
The sassy pedantic sun,
An epitome of fashionable skin burn,
The ephemeral of age,
Succeeding with rage,
What a radical euphemism to tango with ignorance,
No euphoria still, to reckon such exuberance.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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