You have to be deviant if you're going to do anything new.
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Well if done a lot of hard work to try and get people to act rationally, the fact that weve had 15 deviant Muslims, plus 5 or 8 others that got away does not mean that all Muslims are deviant or extremists.
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Sleep To Dream
I tell you how I feel, but you dont care.
I say tell me the truth, but you dont dare.
You say love is a hell you cannot bare.
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got your head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
I have never been insulted in all my life.
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride.
First you run like a fool just to be at my side.
And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide, and I cant abide.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got this head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
Dont make it a big deal, dont be so sensitive.
Were not playing a game anymore, you dont have to be so defensive.
Dont you plead me your case, dont bother to explain.
Dont even show me your face, cuz its a crying shame.
Just go back to the rock from under which you came.
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim -
And dont forget the blame.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got this head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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In the U.S. you have to be a deviant or exist in extreme boredom...Make no mistake all intellectuals are deviants in the U.S.
quote by William Seward Burroughs
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I thin many people's deviant behavior starts with dreams because dreams are so non-linear... as if there's an assumption that everything has to be linear or has to be plotted.
quote by Robyn Hitchcock
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Please Consider Becoming Our Leader
Defiant.
Nonconformist.
Rebellious.
Mili tant.
Nationalistic.
Irreverent.
Blasphe mous.
Dysfunctional.
And psychotic.
With deviant ambitions!
Plus you have the right touch of bigotry,
Bordering on racism.
'Hey...
Why don't you run for office.
These things we already know about you.
And...
You are the only one left,
Who can best represent us!
We know you can be trusted.
Because you lay it all out.
There is nothing you are trying to hide.
Plus you tell it like it is!
And we've grown tired of trying to achieve beliefs...
That are not who we are!
Although...
Some of us wish to maintain our pretensions.
Please consider becoming our leader.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tearfully Begging For Forgiveness
Deviant behavior,
Taught!
And thought to be cute,
From one's birth...
Until the budding of appearing youth,
Is not going to be easily subjected...
To campaigns of not being morally accepted.
Capitalism as witnessed,
Has no regard for morality!
Not when the marketing of it...
Is commercialized on TV.
And depicted as sinful...
By those tearfully begging for forgiveness.
After years of preaching wholesomeness...
In robed self righteous stances,
From behind pulpits.
And those who speak truth,
Are chased away as if lepers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lost Mothers...
not all mothers nurture
some have also lost their kind ways
their children neglected
others given away
nature has a way of creating
deviant mothers
those who prefer their men
rather than their children
those that slap innocence
those that sell those buds of beauty
before they ever bloom
those that lead them to perdition
but just the same
all are forgotten and forgiven
mothers too commit mistakes
humans as they are
too like everyone
happy mothers' day just the same
from your faithful and forgiving children
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Toil in Oil
Toil in Oil
A ballad for a sailor is not easy to tell.
Think of those times when weather is hell.
Carry on with voyage_ oh deadpan sea lurks.
Stray away with safety, before you are hurt.
Pensive of memories that creeps along thou'.
Watch out officer ocean is deep and blue.
Deviant scene from prow to end.
Toil in oil is secret of trend! ! !
Arjun Singh Kishtwaria
poem by Arjun Kishtwaria
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Perverted Delusions
Today, i found your footprints
And the taste of your DNA remains
Fallen and brittle thoughts now haunt me
For, i am caught in an ocean of obscene stains;
Muddy waters were all that you offered me
Along a crooked path down the hill
Your purple passion & deviant lust-reigned
Woe, to the nasty of your bitter pill;
From my depths, i admonish you, deeply
From my main streets, i scream your name
You are the violator of this once pure heart
You are a comrade of the criminally insane! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Deviant Writer
I was born a metaphor,
Whose life is a strange poem,
Difficult and confusing.
I see things in a deep twist,
Where simple things is complex
In an easy kind of way.
I think a lot as I speak,
I imagine as I think,
And I dream imagining.
Some thinks I’m weird and crazy,
Someone who does not belong,
Someone who is different.
Many criticize my works,
Seeing only their eye’s side,
Discerning, stereotyping.
Nevertheless I don’t care,
Because I know who I am,
Unlike any other men.
I’m not a rebel you see,
I’m just a normal person
That is basically deviant.
March 13,2009
poem by James Callos Jordan
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Hewn Words
A black hole detonates itself
to stigmatize the substance.
Now a silk road leads
to sight and touch.
A scarecrow starts screaming.
Sky was falling on fire. The space
becomes deviant. Chopped hands
were drawing the tattoos
of winged feet.
I return to the ashes to find
the stolen fame. Unstable angina.
The pain comes and goes. I am not
going to receive the avalanche
of burnt out thoughts.
Want to pretend my suicide
to meet the harbor waves.
poem by Satish Verma
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Puff-adder
Camouflaged in the veldt,
with its khaki colour
melting into the rocks and grass
its flicking tongue caught my eye,
made me froze in my tracks
where it was lying looking obese
but a puff-adder attacks lightning quick
and do not like other snakes
try to get away,
but is a cocky deviant thing
and your limbs rot off
where it bites.
A startled grey field mouse
was unaware of lurking death
fled out before me
with a peeping sound
and disappeared down the throat
of the once hissing snake.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Storm
Stormy weather
this time of year
in Kuala Lumpur
it always comes
in the late afternoon
it sounds like gods
are moving houses
the heart thumping thunder
several years ago
the rain even pulled
down a high rise building
on the hillslope
this time it sounds like
the gods are nailing down
some deviant angels
and they try real hard
to get them down
the heart thumping thunder
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Rescues Question
O' miscreant of envy
Your brevity doth surmount
With your covetous bounty
Careless whisper's they come about
Voices speaking most harshly
Of your deviant debased demands
Carefully designed with scarlett pen
Slaves comply to your most wicked hands
Corrupt you garner that which 'tis not yours
To be exploited at your every whim
Drenched in the greed filled air
Your victims fates seem so very grim
Where oh where are our hero's?
You know the gallant's that save the day
Knight's of Chivelry and their riders
Are they lost in midival yesterday?
(Dedicated to: D. and D. Farr
Merkel-Trent)
poem by Theodora Onken
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Bonds
The bond can be strong and unchangeable
It can make life worth living and bearable
But a bond not worth savaging is worth less
Than the mud on the bottom of a shoe from payless
Chosen bonds can make it through the worst storms
It far exceeds and surpasses the societies norms
Deviant one may say, but a worthless bond
It cheap and can sometimes be a con
The bond that is not even enough to withstand
The bond that can't even to begin to comprehend
It's not the bond someone can lay life
On, and you know when that bond is right
When all you see is the shinning lights
poem by Murasaki Kitsune
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Domesticated
for you have been sheltered
the whole of your life
you have become the model of
domestication
the one with a sense of home
that sense of a comfortable zone
you have become a coward
unable to feel the roughness of the world
unable to accept its delineations
deviant world, bending and bending
to the commands of the few
the dictates of greed
the insanity of power
you have become a very entertaining dog
knowing very well the tricks
disabled to the call of the wilderness
the sharpness of your pangs
the smell of danger
the beauty of war, that law of predator and prey
the survival of the fittest.
you have become a stuffed toy.
dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blend
blend, how did i ever use that word in my life?
blend with the people i work with, dissolve in their ordinariness
so i cannot be noticed anymore
i wear the same clothes, same brand and even same color to blend
with all of them, and so i am in, not a deviant, not an opposition
not a rebel but a supporter of their cause
blend with the crowd like cuts of carrots and apples and melons
in a blender and nothing is identifiable in that concoction
blend and blend and blend myself with the world and this universe
escape from my uniqueness betray my individuality
as all creeks and rivers all flow to the sea as one entity
away from loneliness, losing myself my thoughts
the I surrendering to the we, the coward one,
blending, and now there is no one, yet why this poetry apart from you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whan The Final Sun Comes
When the last srteaks of the glorious
Red-bloated sun envelop the earth,
All is forgotten:
The bluebell patterns on simple skirts,
The porcelan china baked in the fround;
Sexual normakcy, deviant sexuality,
Walk-off grand slams,
Monsters beheading monsters'.
Contrarily the best of charity
Ever conceived, man unto man,
Woman unto woman; we to animals:
All lives forever.
Is there nothing to follow?
Debates among the sage still rage.
I prefer a compendium of All,
Of All likes and dislakes,
A new ball
Stuck in a distant galaxy'
As yet unnamed.
As yet unwarranted.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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At the Expense of Decency
How do I feel,
About those who sleep around...
With same sex partners,
While they cheat on spouses...
Of the opposite sex?
And pass their judgements,
As they hide their deviant behavior...
In the convenience of darkness kept?
In the attempt to destroy,
Someone else's happiness?
Downlow.
Lowdown.
Lowlife,
Weasels!
Adopting sleaze,
As a consciousness...
To address all that they feast,
At the expense of decency.
'You have strong opinions! '
Only given and directed,
When those knowingly slither about,
With wholesome values dripping from their mouths.
And smelling of bad breath...
Fresh from a romp with decadence.
And in broad daylight,
They campaign for political correctness in shouts.
And their deceits receive no attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imaginary Choices
Imaginary!
I can imagine your blessed innocence,
You muse and speculate in your imagination.
Ahh, what a relief to believe that I truly have a choice in this!
Your imagination gives me hope.
Your certainty strong,
Your judgment steadfast.
If I had your imagination, I could blush at my silliness
Give myself a swift kick and stern reproach.
They are just choices you know!
Here in the safety and innocence of your imagination.
Whence did that deviant despair blow back into my soul?
Now I’m feeling sad, a lightly sort of pout
Tuck me back in your steadfast imagination.
For my hope has run dry it seems it was only imaginary.
poem by Sarah Hughes
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