I don't mind playing absolute bastards... I just don't want to play the grouch.
quote by Hume Cronyn
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Just a Grouch
Just a grouch.
Shouting and pouting about.
Chasing happiness,
And those who are away.
Bitter and looking for tit for tat spats.
Nothing is right...
Unless approval is made,
For this and/or that.
And don't accidently knock on the door.
You'll get a response...
'What do you want?
And what are you here for? '
Just a grouch.
Seeking to pinch anyone...
To hear an 'Ouch! '
And loving to inflict discomfort!
Whenever the need comes,
To raise an eyebrow...
Or two.
It doesn't take much,
To arouse a grouch to fuss.
About 'something' over nothing,
That has really been done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVIII: Absolutely Relative
Expensive is absolute, cheap is relative
Far is absolute, near is relative
Ugly is absolute, beauty is relative
Weird is absolute, crazy is relative
Stubborn is absolute, brave is relative
Stupid is absolute, smart is relative
Weak is absolute, strong is relative
Old is absolute, mature is relative
Lose is absolute, win is relative
Rich is absolute, poor is relative
Sad is absolute, happy is relative
Misfortune is absolute, lucky is relative
Safe is absolute, fear is relative
Love is absolute, hate is relative
Important is absolute, forgotten is relative
Easy is absolute, difficult is relative
Wrong is absolute, right is relative
Bad is absolute, good is relative
Lie is absolute, truth is relative
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Mind Games
Were playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the mantra, peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic, the search for the grail
Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow
So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future, outta the now
You just cant beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah were playing those mind games forever
Projecting our images in space and in time
Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender, you got to let it, you got to let it go
So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games forever
Raising the spirit of peace and love
Love...
(I want you to make love, not war, I know youve heard it before)
song performed by by Lennon John
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Does justice exist
Does justice exist
I dont belive so
Never has for me.
Men and women
In a nice posh siuit
Mabey htey think
That their the bees knees.
I dont belive it exits
The law looks after the offender.
This to me is absolute bollocks.
Idiots cant see what a danger it is
For evil bastards to roam the streets.
Bastards are free to attack.
And pounce
when they choose
I belive thats justice
Is crap
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Childhood lost
Lost was my childhood.
Taken from around me from bastards who hurt me.
They were happy playing their games.
Maybe becuase it gave them fame.
All it gave me was pain.
My childhood was lost.
It was taken from me by bastards like you.
As A little girl I was always angry the teachers would say.
If only they knew the truth.
If only they knew why I had so much anger.
It was becuase my childhood was being taken from me.
I never could trust people well after that 9 times.
I hate all of you 5 bastards.
You stole my childhood.
Now later on as I grow older.
It affects me still.
I'm still angry.
My anger has never gone away.
All becuase my childhood was lost too you
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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It Depends On The Situation
In the playing of games,
There are those who are less experienced...
Decide without advice taken,
To play them indiscriminately.
Without thought of who the opponent may be.
Or if the one chosen to be exposed to playing,
Has not in fact...
Elected to do so to prevent total boredom,
To hop and take a ride on one's back...
In the playing of games.
And then,
In the playing of games...
It depends on the situation.
The environment is important as well.
However...
If the playing of the same games,
Gets too familiar...
It becomes very difficult to play them,
With the same exuberance...
As those enjoying to play them repetitiously,
Throughout their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Playing With The Boys
Id say it was the right time
To walk away
When dreaming takes you nowhere
Its time to play
Bodies working overtime
Your money dont matter
The clock keeps ticking
When someones on your mind
Im moving in slow motion
Feels so good
Its a strange anticipation
Knock, knock, knocking on wood
Bodies working overtime
Man against man
And all that ever matters
Is baby whos ahead in the game
Funny but its always the same
Playing, playing with the boys
Playing, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Said it was the wrong thing
For me to do
I said its just a boys game
Girls play too
My heart is working overtime
In this kind of game
People get hurt
Im afraid that someone is me
If you want to find me, Ill be
Playing, playing with the boys
Staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
I dont want to be the moth around your fire
I dont want to be obsessed by my desire
Im ready, Im leaving
Ive seen enough
...with the boys
Ive seen enough
You play too rough
Playing, playing with the boys
Ill be staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Playing with the boys
Playing
Playing
Playing
Playing
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Russian Roulette
Take it or leave it Ive heard it been said
All this spring fevers just way over my head
Stealing my moments, taking up all my time
Its playing russian roulette with my mind
Its none of my business baby just whats going on
Im not going to wait till somebody throw me a bone
Im way out on a limb now, and nothing seems to rhyme
Its playing russian roulette with my mind
I think that youve caught on, that youve been used and all
Im going down new orleans, Ive got to see dr. john
Got my mojo working everything will be fine
Stop playing russian roulette with my mind
Its not easy baby when everything starts getting out of control
Hang on your hat now, hang on to your soul
Dont worry baby, I wanna throw you the line
Theyre playing russian roulette with your mind
Too many hustlers, Ive been here before
None of them really know just who that you are
Everything gets contracted and space gets confined
Theyre playing russian roulette with your mind
Theyre playing russian roulette
Theyre playing russian roulette
Theyre playing russian roulette with your mind
Theyre playing russian roulette
Theyre playing russian roulette
Theyre playing russian roulette with your mind
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sick at Home
Sick at home
Lying on the couch
No on to call on the phone
Your parents tell you to stop being a grouch
It's just so much pain
to be sick at home
no one will play your favorite game
you feel as if you're stuck inside a clear plastic dome
Sick at home
Lying on your bed
No on to call on the phone
Hoping that this hole being sick thing is in your head
not knowing what to do
feeling so board
feeling so blue
Trying no to abuse your vocal cord
Sick at home
Lying on the couch
No on to call on the phone
Your parents tell you to stop being a grouch
poem by Echo Moonlight
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My Sad Guitar (In Iraq)
When I play...my sad guitar,
With powered chords...of deep emotion.
I strum the strings...with such devotion,
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
In a bunker, built in the sand.
This war torn country, this desert land,
I miss playing...In a rock and roll band.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
My memories play,
Deep in my mind,
I try to find-
Our... wedding... day!
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
I think of my Harley...My hot-rod car,
Wishing I was home,
With a beer in a bar.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
poem by Philip Lore
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Peter Gunn's Gun
by Michael Leonard, Bobby Weinstein & Jon Stroll
Throw a penny from the window, watch an old man play a song
On a twenty-dollar violin he bought before the war,
Though he screeches and he scratches and the notes are always wrong,
But he plays like he's in concert on the street outside my door.
Tunes to suit your fancy,
Are there any requests?
I'll play them for a penny,
(Play them penny music, play them for a penny)
And not a penny less.
He's the local virtuoso, it's his only way of life,
Plays ninety-seven overtures and goes home to his wife,
In the quiet of the evening while his frozen fingers bleed,
He counts pennies on a blanket to supply his meager need.
Tunes to suit your fancy,
Are there any requests?
I'll play them for a penny,
(Play them penny music, play them for a penny)
And not a penny less.
When there's frost upon the pumpkin in the weakness of the sun,
People stand there in the cold until his symphony is done,
In the early gray of morning, he's sure to come around,
You can hear him through the window when the pennies hit the ground.
Tunes to suit your fancy,
Are there any requests?
I'll play them for a penny,
(Play them penny music, play them for a penny)
And not a penny less.
They're playing penny music,
Playing penny music,
They're playing penny music,
Playing penny music,
Playing penny music.
fade out...
song performed by by Monkees
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We Said
Mum said go you play have some fun
Go play you in the hall,
I was playing having fun
Playing with my rubber ball,
Dad says angry ways
I not to play at all,
I said but mum said
I to play in fun,
Dad said, no fun today some other day
Go get yourself a bun.
Dad said go you out go play you in the sun,
I said, mum said today we go to town,
Dad said not to today some other day
Away you sit down,
I said mum said she baked me a cake,
Dad said mum said she bought the bloody cake
Then good old mum hit him round the bake,
Now I'm rolling over
Laughing out my belly,
But dad thinks I'm laughing
At the funnies on the telly
poem by Gerald Follis Lurgan
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Bastards srtike
Bastards have already stuck their strike.
All ready had the forced entery.
In my head they stay no to exit.
I felt pain that day.
I had the pain.
Forcible sex.
Hurt through and through.
Now I know what hate is.
Becuase hate is all I feel for you.
Bastards strike on the weak.
The speak threats with their beak.
They had thier nasty streak.
Tuants and threats they speak.
Bastards raped me and I hate them.
Theyre are scum.
Evil vile scum.
And rotten to the core.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Rotten bastards
The lot of you.
All of you
You are all rotten bastards.
And I hate you all
All of you
Raped and abused me.
But what goes around comes around.
And revenge will be mine.
Rotten bastards.
You rotten rats.
Rape and abuse.
Is that all you can do?
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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In passing, we should note this curious mark of our own age: the only absolute allowed is the absolute insistence that there is no absolute.
quote by Francis Schaeffer
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The humorous man recognizes that absolute purity, absolute justice, absolute logic and perfection are beyond human achievement and that men have been able to live happily for thousands of years in a state of genial frailty.
quote by Brooks Atkinson
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beyond Dimension
The level of my awareness drags open the subconscious out,
the sleepy dragon of instincts with fire and sharp claws,
I feel them foreign, an un intimate, unfriendly animated animal,
so I go surreal, the real is beyond the imagination, I see
five legs of an elephant, dancing trees, love sucks like a tick
honesty keeps changing like a freak, the snakes have legs
stones creep and crawl, fishes live on land, oceans are full of sand,
man with one leg and two tails, the glass of castle, reason, non transparent,
reality is captive child of the mind, lower cased, super consciousness enjoys
myself beyond mortal flesh where the act of greed and lust has no place,
still feel insatiate as I fail to pull down the curtain, my monkeys playing and playing within the unreasonable limit, frustration creeps in, I feel destined to be handicapped within annihilating dimensions, all these are beyond your sanity's comprehension so I go level insane very, very real and reasonable beyond dimension, where something absolute lies with an absolute unlike nothing..
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Becoming The 'it
i don't really mind
becoming your 'it'
play with me like
i am it.do what you like
with what it is.
rub it.hold it tightly.
rub it consistently.
make it hot and strong.
play with me like i am it.
it is your desire that
matters most. it is the it
playing with it.
rub it fast.take your time.
lick it. taste it. feel it.
close your eyes and
make love with it.
it is it. just as it is.
you like it. you prefer
my being an it. it has
no name. it has only
taste. it is it. just it.
and after you have
done what you want
with it. after you are
through. leave it.
it is an it. it is not
you. it is just an it.
it cries. it misses you.
it however cannot
love you. for how can
an it love a you?
it stays with me.
and it is silent now.
it is resting and i
am giving it time.
it is inside me.
and it will always be with me.
you may come again and have it.
i don't really mind.
it has no mind.but it is still mine.
and takes my commands.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fools
I know this feeling inside
Has just made up my mind
Im gonna take this chance
And do whats in my heart
You always said that
Youd stand by me
And help me get along
So understand
I must do whats in my heart
I know this feeling inside
Has helped me to carry on
So as the days go by
And the nights that never end
You play the clubs
And you play the game
The next day you will find
Youll have to try and
Please that fool again
Dont you know that
Fools play at games
Dont you know that
Fools play at games
And I know that
Im not afraid of you
Day after day I feel this way
That I need to be moving on
You know I depend on you
Dont get me wrong
Ill throw the dice and
I play the game
And hope we get along
Even then I wont be fooled again
So Ive read your words and
Ive signed my name
But I cant make up my mind
If you really care or youre
Playing your games
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Pedpphiles
Phedophiles are immoral bastards.
Stuff those who dont think so.
Weather its just cos their attracted to childen or not.
Its immoral and not right.
Sodd those idiots who think its fine.
As a kidd my head was messed up.
Its not just me its others to.
And the other poor kids too.
Phedophiles are rong
And they are shit.
Immoral bastards is what they are.
String them up and kill em all.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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