Masochistic Wishes
There is a need for some,
To get their pleasure felt and delivered...
Whipped and beatened.
And treated sadistically.
By those wanting nothing more,
Than to give those requesting...
For them what is adored.
Punishment?
No.
Not when it is condoned like this.
It's that masochistic thing!
When one has a list of preferred afflictions.
Effective grief received and delivered...
Is a comfort to many fitting this category.
With a desire to feel pain,
One misses and begs to get.
Masochistic wishes as if a Christmas gift.
Wanting every bit of this sadisticness.
One can not resist.
Masochistic wishes promised and a bliss this is.
There is a need for some,
To get their pleasure felt and delivered...
Whipped and beatened.
And treated sadistically.
Masochistic wishes,
One misses and begs to get.
Punishment?
No.
Not when it is condoned like this.
Whipped and beatened into bliss like this.
Masochistic wishes,
One misses and begs to get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less Tongue
Isn't always a 'they' involved?
A group of nameless faces.
We blame as a resolve.
To escape our guilts...
And flaws,
With the pimples and the blemishes.
Isn't it always a 'they' involved?
Some unknown entity to blame.
When something 'affects' our peace?
And that monster inside of us heats.
We seek places to go...
To get it whipped and/or beatened.
Either for the attention of it...
Or to satisfy masochistic pleasures.
Which is it?
And it is always a 'they' involved,
Doing it better.
And doing it because they want it in return...
With it done even better than it was given.
With a lot less tongue!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masochistic Baby
Oh, ever since my Masochistic Baby went and left me
I got nothin’ to hit but the wall.
She loved me when I beat her,
But I started actin’ sweeter,
And that was no way to treat her at all.
Yes, she is the one that I’m dreamin’ of,
And you always hurt the one you love.
And ever since my Masochistic Baby went and left me,
I got nothin’ to hit but the wall, oh no...
Nothin’ to beat but the eggs
Nothin’ to belt but my pants
Nothin’ to whip but the cream
Nothin’ to punch but the clock
Nothin’ to strike but a match.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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If you're masochistic enough to program in ADA, we're not going to stop you.
quote by Matt Welsh
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Lately
Lately, I have had the strangest feeling
With no vivid reason here to find
Yet the thought of losing yous been hanging
round my mind
Far more frequently youre wearing perfume
With you say no special place to go
But when I ask will you be coming back soon
You dont know, never know
Well, Im a man of many wishes
Hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye
Lately Ive been staring in the mirror
Very slowly picking me apart
Trying to tell myself I have no reason
With your heart
Just the other night while you were sleeping
I vaguely heard you whisper someones name
But when I ask you of the thoughts your keeping
You just say nothings changed
Well, Im a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye, goodbye
Oh, Im a man of many wishes
I hope my premonition misses
But what I really feel my eyes wont let me hide
cause they always start to cry
cause this time could mean goodbye
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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To rise again
To come alive again
and if reincarnation
also rings true,
what terrible confusion
it would cause
what luck too! Poor Christ,
he would have to give
me a year to decide
which body to take from
all that I had lived
what a masochistic
task to undertake
- having to turn down
so many at one time
i would never even one -
without those knives
poking at the heart
rewritten from:
To come alive again
and if reincarnation
also rings true,
what terrible confusion
it would cause
what luck too! Poor Christ,
he would have to give
me a year to decide
which body to take from
all that I had lived
what a masochistic
task to undertake
- having to turn down so many
at one time i would never
- even if all hell broke loose
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Acting is a masochistic form of exhibitionism. It is not quite the occupation of an adult.
quote by Laurence Olivier
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A Lonley Girls Wishes
a lonley girl wishes for one thing,
and one thing only,
to end her life,
only one person can changer her mind,
her lover,
because a lonley girl wishes for,
someone who can love her without being told,
someone who is warm and not cold,
a lonley girl wishes to be treated like gold,
they want to be loved,
they want to be held,
a lonley girl wishes to be out of danger zones,
they want no more than to die or be loved,
i would know,
i am a lonley girl and these are my wishes.
poem by Alicia Roseberry
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But when I lose my temper, I find it difficult to forgive myself. I feel I've failed. I can be calm in a crisis, in the face of death or things that hurt badly. I don't get hysterical, which may be masochistic of me.
quote by Emma Thompson
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When I lose my temper, I find it difficult to forgive myself. I feel I've failed. I can be calm in a crisis, in the face of death or things that hurt badly. I don't get hysterical, which may be masochistic of me.
quote by Emma Thompson
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I think I've still got a bit of a sado-masochistic streak in me, because if I'm not going to be restricted by corsets and covered in lace, then I still wind up wearing an ape-mask over my face. I do wonder how I get myself in these situations!
quote by Helena Bonham Carter
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You Received Flores Para Los Muertos?
maybe because
you want them.
i guess. i just guess.
maybe you have masochistic tendencies.
and they are not so obvious.
or maybe
you deserve them, or maybe
you have the wish to have them
just maybe. come to think about it.
why did you allow yourself to receive
those
flowers for the dead?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Use Me Now
It is for Your pleasure,
That I am pleased...
Your Majesty.
Your blessings have delivered upon me,
Tremendous gifts.
And I devote my faithfulness,
To all that You are.
You...
Are My Highness.
And all within me,
That inspires to delight Your wishes.
I demand only my best to give!
This life I live is Yours...
I know!
And I wish to grow.
Only in those ways You allow.
Use me.
Use me!
Use me,
Now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is There
It is there!
In the midst,
And is waiting.
Wanting with intent,
To have it all.
And not just a piece.
It is there!
In the midst,
And is waiting.
Submit,
That's it.
That's all It wishes.
For total and complete honesty.
Not something selected as suggested to pick.
And decide with this to leave as an appeasement.
As if It would not know,
How shallow one's soul.
It wishes to bestow upon you happiness and gifts.
But wanting first your loyalty,
Is what 'It' insists.
It is there!
In the midst,
And is waiting.
Forever there is eternity!
And in the midst of it,
It sits as 'Is'.
And in this midst of this that 'Is'...
Is The Creator.
Waiting with wishes to just have us believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Soap Opera
Do the Devil
And God switch
Roles in becoming
The writer, creator
Director of our roles?
If not,
What pleasure
Does God get
In making us
Enact the roles
Of a Rapist,
Murderer,
Paedophile
In this life's
Soap Opera?
Is HE a sadist
Relishing the agony
Of helpless victims
Or for such roles
Does Devil the
Writer-Creator-Director
Remain the all-powerful
Producer of such a
Hedonistic, Voyeuristic
Masochistic Thriller?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Body Wishes
(stewart, cregan, savigar, le mesurier)
The night closes in on another day
As the oldest games gettin underway
On the minds of a million people body wishes
So you climb on the carousel and take a chance
The same old ritual the same old dance
The hardest thing to resist is body wishes
If the fire down belows gettin worse and worse
Youre so close to shootin that you want to burst
Somebodys sponge needs squeezin body wishes
What do I say
Nobody gonna tell ya
Where do I go
Somewhere someonell have ya
Who do I tell
Anybody thatll listen
No one should know
Wont solve the problem
Body wishes, body wishes
Body wishes, body wishes
Away in the distance a baby cries
But you know somebodys by her side
The night drags on forever body wishes
You can hear the tickin of a lonely clock
The howlin wind that just wont stop
Somebodys cherries need pickin body wishes
What do I say
Nobody gonna tell ya
Where do I go
Somewhere someonell have ya
Who do I tell
Anybody thatll listen
No one should know
Wont solve the problem
Itll tear you apart like an angry sea
Keep you warm like a summer breeze
Its all weve got in a cold cold world
Is to love someone
Body wishes, body wishes
Somethings happenin in the air
It feels so close but you dont know where
The poorest peoples riches body wishes
And the cheatin hearts never learn
Someday somewhere gonna be your turn
Dont start what you cant finish body wishes
What do I say
Nobody gonna tell ya
Where do I go
Somewhere someonell have ya
Who do I tell
Anybody thatll listen
No one should know
That wont solve the problem
Where do I run
Anywhere thatll hide ya
Wholl be the one
Yeah
Body wishes, body wishes
Body wishes, body wishes
Body wishes, body wishes
Body wishes, body wishes
Body wishes, body wishes
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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The Hapiest Christmas
Oh the happiest christmas
Is a homecoming christmas
With the snow fluttering down til the world seems new
Bright candles burning
Old friends returning
The wishes of children coming true
And the happiest wishes are just old-fashioned wishes
May your days be merry, your sorrows be small
May the ones you love be near you
Thats the happiest christmas of all
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Chained and Locked Away
She's pretty, she's cute, sexy as you need,
Boy's stay away those chains,
Are meant to be.
She is dangerous I say,
If you don’t believe,
Give her rum and wait to see.
Her eyes move light to dark,
The once ant turns to a pit bull ready to strike.
Not wanting to be another mans blow up doll,
But she will for a drink or a hit,
More she gets the more she’ll give.
She doesn’t want to leave this place,
Cause here she feels no pain.
Where she is chained and locked away.
Every night sober as can be,
She cries herself to sleep,
From what the men have done that day.
Life is hard when scars are felt,
Still more to come by each day.
Little sleep is give to her,
So rarely a man is a way.
She begs and pleads,
And screams in pain.
Its a wonder that she doesn’t pray?
You can’t imagine how it feels,
For you to be hurt each and every day.
She is bound in chains, ropes, and cords all of a kind.
If she wishes for it to stop,
She doesn’t know how,
In her mind she knows,
A pleasant place to be.
Not here or now where she screams for the hurt to stop.
None’s listening, none’s caring, none’s believing
The girl who is getting raped everyday.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The People Wanted to Feel Invited
A tone of voice was not accepted.
Because of the rawness of the message delivered.
And the context of it was ignored.
As has been done a countless number of times before.
Those listening to the messenger...
Preferred to receive information that poisoned,
With sweeteners...
Initialed and italicized.
And personally handed to them before consumption.
The people wanted to feel invited.
More involved in their own demise.
Although this was not cost effective...
The compliance to their wishes was applied.
As the messengers stood aside,
To observe those ignorant...
Delight in the process of their 'digestable' genocide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ashes Of American Flags
The cash machine is blue & green
$400 in twenties and small silver _
I could spend $3.63 on diet coca cola
And unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets
And nobody gives a thought
How hot & sorrowful
This machine begs for naught
All my lies are always wishes
I know I could die if I could come back new
I want a good life
With a nose for things
Fresh wind & bright sky
To enjoy my suffering
A hole without a key
If I break my tongue
Speakingof tomorrow
How will it ever come
Oh, all my lies are always wishes
I know I will die if I could come back new
I am down on my hands & knees
Every time the doorbell rings
I shake like a toothache
When I hear myself sing
Oh, my lies are only wishes
I know I will die if I could come back new
I would like to salute
The ashes of american flags
And all the fallen leaves
Filling up shopping bags
song performed by by Wilco
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Wishes cried for wanted child!
The wishes that are washed in tears
Are for a pitied child
Who knows no love and warmth of heart
I wish this reconciled
The wishes bathed in helpless brine
Do ask the reaper why
They come for child with future bright?
I wish they did not die
The wishes leaving salted trails
Are laid with grief profound
My empathy, in sorrow shared
I wish for comfort found!
poem by Stevie Taite
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