Serial Killer
.......Noise that
.......Serial killer
.......Of silence
NB. Far from a maddening crowd
Kesav Easwaran (7/11/2010 9: 15: 00 AM)
a raising voice against 'noice' pollution...most concerning
imaginative write...10
poem by Ken e Hall
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Noise world
Every wear
Noise...
Any wear
Noise...
Every thing noice...
Noice...
Noice...
Noice is
Some wear
good..
Some wear bad...
Love the noice...
Live the noice...
With out sleep...
With out peace...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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You Lost....
i could have told you
about the dignity of silence
how victorious always
is it in the turbulence of
the daily noise
in the market of the
multitude
those screaming hours
the maddening chatter of
the crowd
but then you were too busy
feeding the noise
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Portential
Internal combustion engine exhaust noise encroaches on my sleep.
The first punks of principle could've used a dash of turpentine,
wash out their prickly pride there and then before the next generation
came along and left all the lights on.
It's never really dark in London, not outside anyway.
Pollution of every persuasion - noise-pollution, light-pollution,
mind-pollution, pollution-pollution - I just want to puke.
Stick my head under the pillow to escape - unlock my portential.
poem by Alexander Hawkins
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A Rose Goes Poetic…
Inspired a rose goes poetic!
Sings few lines soft sweet romantic
Humming comes in a bee; plants a kiss!
Verses blush! Go scattered in piece!
Perched on the shade of a poem tree
A blue bird watching in awe and glee
Flies off cooing in her spree
To sign off the lines incomplete!
23rd January 2010
poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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I Dread the Silence
I need noise when I’m awake
I dread the silence when I am not asleep
It’s either pounding my eardrums with songs, music or any mp3s
or razzing it to an audio book or MTVs
Noise has been a means to cover up the reality
I dread the silence for it prods a cognizance that I’m alone despite the crowd.
I dread the silence fearing that I wake up from my self-created imaginary world
I dread the silence for fear that it made me question about my existence
I dread the silence fearing that I will hear the inner voice
clamoring and wanting to escape from this dragging circumstances
That still small voice which prefers peace
that still small voice wanting to get away from this kind of place.
that still small voice, crying from this senseless pace.
that still small voice, wanting a break from this pointless race.
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Communication kills
Silence, the serial killer
Of conversation
haiku by Ken e Hall
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While we are being fascinated by the tales of famous serial killers and how they were brought to justice, the real serial killer goes about his business with hardly a thought to being caught.
Rock 'n' Roll Ain't Noise Pollution
(All right)
Hey there, all you middle men
Throw away your fancy clothes
And while you're out there sittin' on a fence
So get off your ass and come down here
'Cause rock 'n' roll ain't no riddle man
To me it makes good, good sense
Good sense
Ow
Oooh yeah
Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar
We got vibrations coming up from the floor
We're just listening to the rock that's giving too much noise
Are you deaf, you wanna hear some more
We're just talkin' about the future
Forget about the past
It'll always be with us
It's never gonna die, never gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll it will survive
Yes it will, ha ha ha ha
I took a look inside your bedroom door
You looked so good lying on your bed
Well, I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love
You said you wanna rock 'n' roll instead
We're just talkin' about the future
Forget about the past
It'll always be with us
It's never gonna die, never gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' roll is just rock 'n' roll
Oh Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' roll it'll never die
Rock 'n' roll ain't no pollution
Rock 'n' roll
Oh
Rock
song performed by by AC-DC
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Goldfish told the Water Stream…
Goldfish told the water stream:
You always move downstream!
Don’t you have a dream in life?
To achieve higher realms
Look at me i always swim
Across against all streams!
Water smiled responded not
Playfully splashed its hands
Jackson on board got wetted
Startled pulled out his hand!
Up at the end of fishing rod
Faintly died out a moan
Deep down in the distant sea
A shark silently mourned…
30th October 2009
poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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Noise
Sometimes we crave silence
but everywhere there is noise.
The intrusive noise of a blaring radio
or children screaming at one another
at the top of their lungs.
All you want is silence
and all you get is
noise, noise and more noise.
2 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Implausible
The Silence Rings so load
Only the Deaf Could Listen
A sweet voice from the dumb
Wow! The Cripples dancing in Steps
The blind filming the show
Still, The Noise can't defeat the Silence
Melody in the Noise not concede
Only the Deaf could enjoy it
Cripples hunting Great Aromas of the Silence
Blind can't cope with darkness
And the silence was touched,
No one could bear the Disaster
Smiles on the face of the Noise
The Dumb Singing of help
The blind ready to correct the mistakes
On the top of all, the Noise Stand,
So hard to dance but no option
Tears on the face of the deaf
Sympathizing the agony of silence.
From the sofa, The blind watched
poem by Abayomi Okemakinde
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The Voice
Chris thompsons vocal
We have the chance to turn the pages over
We can write what we want to write
We gotta make ends meet before we get much older
Were all someones daughter
Were all someones son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun
Youre the voice try and unsderstand it
Make a noise and make it clear
Were not gonna sit in silence
Were not gonna live with fear
This time we know we all can stand together
With the power to be powerful
Believing we can make it better
Were all someones daughter
Were all someones son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun
Youre the voice try and unsderstand it
Make a noise and make it clear
Were not gonna sit in silence
Were not gonna live with fear
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Every one of my books is written from the viewpoint of cops, with the exception of my book Killer on the Road, which is written from the viewpoint of a serial killer.
quote by James Ellroy
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The New Pollution
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carborator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
song performed by by Beck from Odelay
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A Few Advices To A Nephew Studying The Science Of Psychology
you say you want noise
so much noise in fact
in the middle of the night
to bury the boredom reigning in yourself.
i wonder if you have consulted the gods and goddesses of poertry.
if you have gone at the entrance of its temples.
one does not need noise to expunge boredom.
one needs only silence.
you tell me i am different. Sort of telling me you are different
and you belong to the wonders of your youth.
i am telling you, you are wrong my dear nephew.
you have taken so much noise, and you are lost.
you have disregarded the voice of your heart
and the furies will take the revenge.
the noise will take you like the Pied Piper of Hamelin
to the sea with all the rats and there
they will drown with you.
Take your time. Have fun with so much noise.
When this fails, and i know it will, please come back
and drink the lovely potion of silence.
This is the beginning
of poetry.
Some things are so real, in this poetic imagination.
As she once puts it: an imaginary garden with real toads in them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Dog Died...
My dog died;
Was lifted straight to heaven
Through the holy gate
How I knew I hear you ask
You, my ever doubting Thomas!
Believe; he only mailed!
An e-dog? Yes, why not?
For a dog in the heaven
Is far better off than you me
Or any dog else on this earth...
So listen now; I mailed back:
How come you in heaven?
Ask the angels to know
And get back to me soon
In return my dog mailed:
Master! I was told
On the earth with
My life with you there
My term in hell gets washed off
The call on the game is 'deuce'
His service is an ace
At point Advantage!
Game Set and Match
To my dog erstwhile…
poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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Often, a serial killer has no felony record.
I am a serial killer. I would kill again.
quote by Aileen Wuornos
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Often I am asked if there is any such thing as a female serial killer.
Last but not least among serial killer methodologies, we have women who kill their own children.