She defaced my fly. And I've never been the same since.
quote by Mike Judge
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Acting As Your Slave
My hand asleep for hours
Waiting for the needles to begin
I have no control
They proceed to penetrate my skin
Acting as your slave I drink for amber waves
I never have embraced
Acting as your slave I drink an open grave
An epitaph defaced
Killing with compassion
She hasnt heard a word that I have said
Swallowing your passion
I can see a thousand miles ahead
Acting as your slave I drink for barricades
That I have often raised
Acting as your slave I numb my head and rave
Of epitaphs defaced
Acting as your slave I drink while she forgave
With trials left unfaced
Acting as your slave I stumble to her grave
An epitaph defaced
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Chess Piece Face
Whats gonna happen to chess piece face
There go I but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of chess piece face
I dont know where he lives
Or if he knows to sail
Or if little schemes like this one ever cross his trail
But I dont believe hes dreaming
Or if he cares to know
So I shudder* in my lampshade
So, whats gonna happen to chess piece face
There I go but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of chess piece face
Chess piece face
Chess piece face
Chess piece face
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Antiquities are history defaced, or some remnants of history which have casually escaped the shipwreck of time.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Obsolete
Nothing is the way it seems
Discerning man from machines now
Dominate as to erase
Wiping man off Earth's face now
Defaced by all inept justice
Shamed by the mental abuses
Branded "inferior weakness"
Ordered to cease and to desist!
Man is obsolete!
Our world
song performed by by Fear Factory from Obsolete
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No More Gay
I don't need words as much as words need me,
For I may live in silence; not so words,
Which cannot survive in obscurity.
And oft words lose their true identity
From ill-use of vulgar mouths; blessed words-
Destroyed, defaced, banished to infamy.
O that good men could once again be gay,
Without all the confusion; splendid word
That now must die of neglect- no more gay.
Kick Me...Again
KIck me again
And watch me deflate-
A once new soccer ball
Promised fair play,
But stomped on, defaced,
And crushed out of shape-
Just kick me again
And watch me deflate.
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He who in Himself believes
969
He who in Himself believes—
Fraud cannot presume—
Faith is Constancy's Result—
And assumes—from Home—
Cannot perish, though it fail
Every second time—
But defaced Vicariously—
For Some Other Shame—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Debate Or Facts Of Actuality
A separation of church and state?
How is that possible?
When both have been entwined in conflict.
With a united support,
That has defaced foundations.
And placed what has been valued,
In refutable disgrace.
A separation of church and state?
With a conservative preservation done,
To uphold 'lofty' standards?
And this is based upon...
What?
On debate or facts of actuality?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Push No More
Now Im behind glass
Ill talk to you
The telephone lines blind
You have defaced my face
I bet you laughed at me
You bright young things
And now I need no-one
I miss you, so
Please push no more
Please push no more
Now its all over for sure
Ill walk back home
We must all come down
We all grow old
We are close, we are hurt
So that was love
And love she kills me
It needs to, so
Please push no more
Please push no more
Please push no more
Please push no more
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Collective Disrespect
After one has given,
And thoughtlessness is returned.
Can another expect a forgiveness wished,
Once it has been determined...
Misunderstandings have been traced.
With a remorse that takes place!
Is it too much to asked,
Bad feelings be erased?
And who should take the first step...
To correct an integrity,
That has been defaced?
When a shame that could have been avoided,
Has been publicly introduced.
And known to many to have been a mistake!
How can this ever be a matter to forget?
As shown.
After one has given,
To receive collective disrespect!
And initiated by someone,
By an act condoned that has been overblown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Richmond's Garden Wall
WHEN Thomas set this tablet here,
Time laughed at the vain chanticleer;
And ere the moss had dimmed the stone,
Time had defaced that garrison.
Now I in turn keep watch and ward
In my red house, in my walled yard
Of sunflowers, sitting here at ease
With friends and my bright canvases.
But hark, and you may hear quite plain
Time's chuckled laughter in the lane.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Defending It As a Standard to Uphold
Prolonged injections of defective expectations.
With the acceptance of feeding greed to proceed,
As one's comfort.
Has made a mockery of discipline.
And defaced respect as a means to expose weakness.
To leave what has been left to market as a worth,
That has become valueless.
And defending a uselessness as a standard to uphold.
With a consciousness remaining yet to be examined.
But then again...
Aren't those the judgements passed,
By those thought competent and believed to be intelligent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Obvious Of Reasons
'They have renamed an organization you founded.'
I am almost shocked.
'You are not bothered by that? '
Of course not.
They also renamed an entire street,
Where a famed theater company got its start.
Just to erase its history.
And those who first brought it acclaim.
'That's a shame.'
If I had a statue erected,
To attest to the contributions I have made...
My nose would be defaced.
'Why your nose? '
For the obvious of all reasons.
My ancestors are Egyptian.
'That is so funny.
You should be a comedian.'
Why you say that?
'For the obvious of reasons.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Archaic Torso of Apollo
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:
would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Not Enough Holes
Just because truth is not popular to embrace.
Many times ignored and often defaced...
Does not make it less effective!
However,
Truth exposed
Does have a way of removing shadows of doubt,
Surrounding those who walk in the path of idiots!
Those who have lead them convincingly to stretch
Limits of boundaries beyond levels of lunacy unimagined!
Setting records never publicly achieved with such gusto.
And...
Like rats caught off guard,
By the spread of beaming light...
There is not enough darkened holes
To protect their overwhelming ignorance,
From the delight of slaughter!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ex-lovers Met In FB: The Spy
Shadows on the horizon
Hovering from the past
Like TV screen
The Spy is watching them
In solemn love affair
Allied by Face Book
Marriage changed
To “complicated” profile
Defaced with other name
Amongst friends of friends
Through chats and emails
They played well their game
The spy rose road to reality
Upon the call of curiosity
Ammunition of true love
He aimed to win her back
Spy’s lips then muted by tears –
A silent cry of the heart’s eyes
Blinded by truth
Now seeing pain
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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On Revisiting Harrow
Here once engaged the stranger's view
Young Friendship's record simply traced;
Few were her words; but yet, though few,
Resentment's hand the line defaced.
Deeply she cut--but not erased,
The characters were still so pain,
That Friendship once return'd, and gazed,--
Till Memory hail'd the words again.
Repentance placed them as before;
Forgiveness join d her gentle name;
So fair the inscription seem'd once more,
That Friendship thought it still the same.
Thus might the Record now have been;
But, ah, in spite of Hopes endeavour,
Or Friendships tears, Pride rush'd between
And blotted out the line for ever.
Life’s Lotto
(Warning: Some readers may not like
the persona of this theme as expressed.)
Seventeen
and sentenced
condemned
slandered
as not industrious?
Boy defaced
accused
you aren’t no man
some sorry wilted wimp
can’t stand no ground?
Freaks wouldn’t give you
torn toilet paper
used to wipe ass.
Even if bout begging
for stake job you asked.
No way back
no where to go...
high school
drop-out...
to jail you wilt go.
Incarceration completes
degradation default
completes
an education
destitute can freely attend.
No charge.
“There but for the grace of God
go thee and me.”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state it self confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet XXXII
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man's love !--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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