One must do violence to the object of one's desire when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.
quote by Marquis de Sade
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Object
You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause i can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there
Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And i want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause i don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object
song performed by by Cure
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Give Into Hate
Violence surrounds me
Violence in society
Violence in our eyes
Violence in their cries
Violence it's our fate?
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, no escape?
Violence, give into hate?
Is it human nature to act like animals?
We're all guilty, we're all criminals
Selfish species headed for a self destruction
Violent product of moral corruption
Violence for love
Violence because of hate
Violence, revolution
Violence of the state
Violence, you will find
Violence, it grips your mind
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, give into hate
song performed by by Unseen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Distant object.
You are becoming
A distant object.
Your light and influence,
Strong right now.
I can only bear for it to fade.
Object of my desire.
You`ve chosen
A different road.
Who knows where.
To patch a broken stick.
To relove an old half-sealed wound?
You`re becoming a distant object.
Light dimming by the hour.
I wait for that infernal
Tone.
To bring some
Partial temporary relief.
That i have
Love of some kind,
In my life.
I need to feel my own joy.
Not rely on outside influences.
Distant object
I`m almost saying goodbye.
I loved you
For a while there!
poem by Peter Vealey
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Mahanadi Poet Vavroovahana Patra
Mahanadi Flows from time immemorial on Earth;
Pure water attracts people with mirth.
Mom's fun mirrors on the water;
Beholding, devotees desire pleasure.
Sun god lessees the river in mom;
The purple beam plays on the water in dawn.
The river is miraculous, mysterious.
Allures all lovers with pleasure.
The lap of Nature in ever enchanting;
The river is ever delighting.
Cosy pebbles, sands allure travelers;
Lovers sit on cosy sands with pleasure.
Brudhalinga on the river allures the poet;
Poet surrenders on the feet of got with delight.
God is adomed with fragrant flower;
Allures all devotees with pleasure.
The pure water bathes the feet of Almighty;
The river is proud with gaiety.
Fragrance of flowers enhances devotion;
Devotees enjoy the beauty of god's creation.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Sex Object
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
Show some feeling and respect
I don't want to be your sex object
I've had enough and that's a fact
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
You play your tricks they're just perfect
I don't want to be your sex object
You turn me on then you forget
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
You play your tricks they're just perfect
I don't want to be your sex object
I've had enough and that's a fact
[Spanish: No! Yes! Maybe Perhaps Yes]
No... si, si quieres
No... si, si quieres
Por que? No. Quizas.
Por que? No. A lo mejor.
Sex object
Sex object
No... si, si quieres
No... si, si quieres
Por que? No. Quizas.
Por que? No. A lo mejor.
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
[German?]
Sex object
Sex object
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Sex object
Sex object
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Violence means violence
Violence means violence and that
Has a dangerous precedence.
Violence can not counter violence
Without the equipment of non-violence
That has a appearance in the
inner heart of soulfence.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Passion Gone
things that we like to
do never tire us
it is the tiredness
that surrenders
this passion makes us
alive
desire stirs us like
a big whirlpool after a tsunami
it is this quest
that makes us indefatigable
but when every passion is gone
every desire consumed
what is left is nothing
there is no reason to live
and we find ourselves
dying to be dead...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Masterman Sonata
The world was made for us
And we belong in this world
But this world is very violente today
And to tell you the truth I don't even know if the violence in this world will End
But I have the feeling that we will never be able to live in a world without Violence because the only thing we know is violence
And we never learned anything else than violence
But I believe some enjoy the violence and they welcome the violence Into their lives
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Mahanadee Vavroovahana Patra
Mahanadee is beautiful;
Lovers are delightful.
Boys play on the river;
Guys roam with pleasure.
Sands dazzle with sun ray;
Poet derives peace, gay.
Pebbles dazzle naturally;
Lovers enjoy the beauty gaily.
Pure water flows on the river;
Sun beam plays on the water.
Sun God mirrors on the water;
The spectacle allures writers.
Poet depicts verses gaily;
Derives peace silently.
Sun rise is beautiful;
The morn is delightful.
Sun god smiles in Eastern Horizon;
Beauteous is the mysterious creation.
Poet surrenders on sun God’s Lotus Feet;
Mind enchants with delight.
Mahanadee is a Deity;
Provides peace, gaiety.
Flows on Odissa’s soil gaily;
Mingles in Bay of Bengal lovingly.
The lovely river magnifies the beauty of Nature;
Allures poets, writers with pleasure.
Poet surrenders on God’s feet on the river;
Soul drinks the nectar of peace, pleasure.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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War - An act of violence whose object is to constrain the enemy, to accomplish our will.
quote by George Washington
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Soul Violence-Tina's Story
I am Violences' Victim
which scarred my soul
slammed it down
to earthly hell
seared it;
burned it;
made it cry
It shriveled
to a gnarled
stunted hulk.
There is no greater pain.
But I endured the pain.
I lived with the pain.
The pain became me'
dominated my life.
I struck out at others.
Cursed others
Wronged friends
who tried to help.
My victim violence
raged against them too.
Yet
over time despite all that
I nurtured my soul.
Gave it milk,
walked with it day by day
toward recovery.
Made it smile once a day
til a little of its pallor came back.
I was Violence's Victim
until I realized
that one has to be willing
to allow the Soul to live
again
if not
then to die
is anti-climatic.
I used to be Violence's Victim
now it runs away
having no more power over me.
And my new power
is not over violence per se
but the power
not to let it
carry forth
from me
to others
another
singe
day.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Loving Cup
Written by lindsey buckingham.
Faces of liars, faces of glass
Walk on the wire but they wont get past
Hold me darlin? dont let go
Save each other from a world of woe
I want you darlin? i want you right now
Come to me baby, well show each other how
You are the object of my desire
Open your mouth and put out the fire
You and me, you and me
Weve got the magic, dont you see?
We fall down, we get hurt,
We get up, and take a drink from the loving cup
Resurrection of original sin
Calls to me on the midnight wind
You are the object of my desire
Open your mouth
Put out the fire
song performed by by Lindsey Buckingham
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I Have Mothered It All
My children, you are all grown up,
And walk tall with ease and confidence.
I am and I was, as I was long before,
Change for me meant no change at all.
Hope and despair, pain and pleasure,
I have known as my own limbs.
I bore you with hope when faced with despair,
The pain of bearing you was pleasure to me.
To your father, I was only an object,
Of desire, of service; a cushion and a doormat,
I could not raise my eyes or my voice,
To complain, to pray, implore or cry out.
Deaf and dumb I became in matrimony,
I know love is to give and ask not for returns.
Surrender I did to wishes of one and all,
My desires I bundled and threw them off.
Motherhood is all this and probably more,
Options I never had and care no more.
Let peace be with you and with me turmoil,
Swayed and uprooted I would dissolve.
poem by Ramesh Adwant
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Violence
(tennant/lowe)
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The sons and brothers, fighting for another cause
Anything to give their lives some meaning
Busy with their guns and dreaming
Far away from here
Said they would act (said they would act)
In self-defense
And all the others, running 'round so hot and bothered
Anything to give their lives some meaning
In the evening
Running around with guns and
Said they would act (said they would act)
In self-defense
With violence
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, violence breeds violence)
(ooh yeah, breeds yeah, breeds yeah)
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
The son and brother, when he gets home
He gives someone some love
And mutters: "woman, (mutters woman)
You'll never understand (never understand)
I did what i said (did what i said)
In self-defense
With violence"
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
(ooh yeah, violence)
(ooh yeah, violence breeds violence)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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How Can I Refuse
Wake me up with laughter
Wrap me in your arms
This ain't no morning after
Never been so warm
It didn't take so long
For us to feel this way
Can a good thing last
Longer than a day?
Where do we take it now
Now that we caught fire?
Will something greater grow
Out of this desire?
Should I drop my guard
At the risk of being used?
But the way you do those things to me
How can I refuse?
I could get addicted
To your energy
The way you take me over
Pulling on me
Our hearts beat together
Our timing is the same
Can I trust my feelings
Save myself the pain?
Where do we take it now
Now that we caught fire?
Will something greater grow
Out of this desire?
Should I drop my guard
At the risk of being used?
But the way you do those things to me
How can I refuse?
We could share the mystery
Spare ourselves the misery
Discover it again every day
We could take love all the way
Where do we take it now
Now that we caught fire?
Will something greater grow
Out of this desire?
Should I drop my guard
At the risk of being used?
But the way you do those things to me
How can I refuse?
song performed by by Heart from Passion Works
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A Conversation With Desire
desire, i know you
when i look at you and you look at me
we know what we really mean
even without the use of a word
desire, we can fit together,
for my name is a longing unsatisfied
we may
but for the time being i cannot
for my hands are chained
to morality and civility and courtesy
of my past
and for the pleasure of my future
desire, go, pass me by
i am not yet prepared to die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Killing By Computer
There is now computer simulated duck murder training..
similar to the computerized bombing of Iraq and Afghanistan
from Florida by computer.
We have a presidential candidate in the US who killed with
such abstraction... bombing Vietnamese women he did not
see from the air. The abstraction of violence generates a greater
level of violence.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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The instinct to impersonate produces the actor; the desire to provide pleasure by impersonations produces the playwright; the desire to provide this pleasure with adequate characterization and dialogue memorable in itself produces dramatic literature.
quote by George P. Baker
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It's My Honour
Loving you is my honour
Loving you is my thrill
Loving me is not easy
And can take all your will
Loving you is pleasure
Loving you is pain
When you take your love from me
It makes me go insane
You're the object of my desire
The essence of my heart
I'm alive when we're together
I die when we're apart
You give me such fulfilment
You fill my heart with life
For I'm honoured to be your husband
And I'm honoured you're my wife
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Accept if you like
If you desire a man
who has access to you,
and have some notion
that by him you can get
the elusive orgasm,
waste no time and find a way.
If you don’t open,
pleasure will not enter.
No gain to anyone
By denial of pleasure to you.
No loss to anyone
By admittance of pleasure by you.
A one time secret affair
16.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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