No Need For That Anymore
Sadistic?
I am not.
But I will admit,
Being pushed to the limit...
By those who test,
The loyalty of others.
And I can be cruel,
When mistaken to be a traitor!
I do not even grin broadly,
When there is someone I know...
Or,
Had known...
That use to brag,
About their worldly possessions.
Only to discover...
The world to be in a repossessive mood.
But there does seem to be,
Less people today...
Loudly expressing their assessments.
And fewer still,
Eagerly willing to flaunt themselves...
To address the 'have nots',
With their snob skills!
And those tours buses...
The ones that use to maneuver through,
Inner city neighbors...
On the weekends?
Appear to have vanished for good.
Sadistic?
I have never been sadistic.
Realistic and telling it like it is?
From observation?
Had been done with a pride.
Today...
There seems to be no need for that anymore.
I've learned to be proud,
And not find it a necessity to be shown.
I know it.
And don't have to show it.
Nor clap my hands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drunken Life
Drunken Life
I wake up on a Sunday Morning
To the sound of cars horning
Smelling of booze
And a particular ooze
No wash, no breakfast, no amount of food
Can put me in my desired frame of mood
All dressed
From yesterdays mess
I am ready to visit my favourite spot
This is where I once fought
A pub with loads of alcohol
Where I can stand up all mighty and tall
Six pints of lager
And I stagger
But hold on it is not yet over
For I am in Dover in my Rover
Prepared for a sleepover from any type of hangover
I am now boarding a ferry
As I am high and merry
To Calais a land of gold
For the old and bold so I am told
I am hoping to smuggle without a fine
6 cartons of cigarettes and 6 cartons of wine
This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk
6 shots of spirits
And I am ready to vomit
So I sit while I take out my kit
A special small emergency bucket
So I can pour out my juices like a rocket
People in the city
Look at me and feel pity
As I beg for change
What a shame at my age
I still want more
For this body is hardcore
This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk
With a bottle of beer in one hand
I wave it around like a magic wand
My head is spinning
I am no longer winning
I slumber to the street
My body has given up in defeat
This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk
I find myself waking up in a cell
Just as I dreamt that I fell
It is cold and freezing as hell
From my face you can easily tell
A policeman says to me
By the way I forgot to mention
Six more cautions
And you will spend the entire winter season
In one of the worst prisons
Please I say, I will not do it again
I may be stupid but I am definitely not insane
I am immediately released
As if infectiously diseased
Outside I think of some gin and tonic
And start to begin to feel quite erotic
Stop I say for today
I need to take a break
For my life is at stake
This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Today, I want to be cynical!
Today, I want to be cynical
I won’t listen those long lyrical
I don’t care people’s opinion
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll be the sour vinegar
On the tip of your tongue
I’ll quench my cold blood
I’ll shut my crying heart
Today, I want to be cynical
I deny false sympathy
I believe world’s hypocrisy
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll burn your comical face
With acid glance’s attack
I’ll breed my poisonous words
I’ll carve my sadistic smile
Today, I want to be cynical
I shame self pity
I laugh at naivety
Today, I want to be cynical
I’ll be the sound of thunder
Shake often your bright day
I’ll know your hidden mistake
I’ll close your chance to break
Today, I want to be cynical!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sensurround
Sensurround
When I was only a zygote
I still remember the time
When there was nothing to know or to think about
Except the sound of my mind
And the sound from outside
Sensurround
Down at the bottom
Sensible to ear and sternum
And the world first spoke to me in sensurround
If mom had known she was expecting
She might have gone to see jaws
Instead of picking the film where the sound effects
Came right up through the floor
And Id be differently formed
Sensurround
Down at the bottom
Sensible to ear and sternum
And the world first spoke to me in sensurround
Accidentally in a coal mine
It was found
When they accidentally dug too far down
And found the sensurround
I still dont know who conceived it
Or where they got the idea
But there it was in the aisle by the exit sign
A woofer covered in wood
To shake the world when it should
Sensurround
Down at the bottom
Sensible to ear and sternum
Made the fakeness realistic
When the action went ballistic
One degree shy of sadistic
And the world first spoke to me in sensurround
If I could swim under the water
Without having to breathe
If I could follow the trail to the ocean floor
I think I know what thered be
Down there waiting for me
Sensurround
Down at the bottom
Sensible to ear and sternum
Made the fakeness realistic
When the action went ballistic
One degree shy of sadistic
And the world first spoke to me in sensurround
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Out of Season
It's tragic!
And more sadistic it gets,
When a truth is left to sit...
To be decided by those most misfit.
It's tragic!
And more sadistic it gets,
When a truth is left to sit...
To be decided by those most misfit.
Integrity once had is not allowed.
Those made to feel a guilt,
Had walked so proud.
But now...
They're out of season.
It's tragic!
And more sadistic it gets,
When a truth is left to sit...
To be decided by those most misfit.
It's tragic!
And more sadistic it gets,
When a truth is left to sit...
To be decided by those most misfit.
Integrity once had is not allowed.
Those made to feel a guilt,
Had walked so proud.
But now...
They're out of season.
Integrity once had is not allowed.
Those made to feel a guilt,
Had walked so proud.
But now...
They're out of season.
Where is the truth and the goodness of the people.
Have they all gone out of season.
The goodness of the people.
Oh...
Where is the truth and the goodness of the people.
Have they all gone out of season.
The goodness of the people.
Oh...
Where is the truth and the goodness of the people.
Have they all gone out of season.
The goodness of the people.
Oh...
Where is the truth and the goodness of the people.
Have they all gone out of season.
The goodness of the people.
Oh...
Where is the truth and the goodness of the people.
Have they all gone out of season.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The God of Minor Things
What god is he that makes out of a teen’s smile a walking bomb
He has only fifteen, what has he to do with your god
Scarifying innocence on the altar of your sadistic god
Nauseating are you rituals, monstrous is your cruel god
A god that breaths death into lively souls of teens
Such is the god that deceived a baby kamikaze’s innocence
He not only forbade him having a girlfriend
But he sent him out of college, to sacrifice him for his sport
What god is he that rejoices targeting a couple’s bliss
How sadistic is he that turns a long waited lovers’ flirtation
To such sleepless nights of an unsatisfied desire
What deity is it that waits a two lovers’ snatched kiss
To come down on such a voyeuristic godly mission
And announce that it is forbidden to kiss
How idle is he that is authority on trivial matters
He never fails obliterating a two lovers’ desired bodily contact
He ubiquitously knows all the secret places lovers can meet in
Complete control over all the fields of good wishes
Poor is the god that is reduced to controlling human whiskers
And ignores that souls are suffering pervasive thou shalt nots
Such is the god of the weak, the god of small things
A god that is dogging man’s transcended instincts
poem by Boukhalfa Laouari
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Thank you for your hate
Thank you for your hate
don't need to freaking love
I know what I have done might curse the air I breathe
I know that this Is cruel
the things that you have done to me
but without you I wouldn't be how I am today
now isn't that a shame
I probably would dream of many possibilities
I probably would think that the world did not have an evil seed bare
But thanks to you and your insane mind
you have shown me what the world had to offer
was nothing more than an galaxy of hate
but hey don't feel so bad stepfather
while I push this knife into your heart
remember that I love you, you sadistic man
you taught me how to hate
don't need to freaking love
when I put the gun to your head
remember that I loved you after all the childish part is still alive
no matter how many countless times I spent destroying it piece by piece
but thanks to you
Im strong
I don't believe In love
I do believe In hate
thanks to you thanks to you all I know Is TO hate!
poem by Alizia Sampson
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Animal Fights
Bullfights Dogfights Cockfights...
fewer sadistic humans arrange
animal fights
partly because of
growing consciousness
of animal rights
poem by Saiom Shriver
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Piece By Piece
Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece
You have no choice of life or death
My face you will not see
I'll rip your flesh 'till there's no breath
Dismembered destiny
As soon as life has left your corpse
I'll make you part of me
No emotion
Death is all I see
Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece
Bones and blood lie on the ground
Rotten limbs lie dead
Decapitated bodies found
On my wall
song performed by by Slayer from Reign In Blood
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The Am I Nuts Test
Before taking The Am I Nuts Test,
Do your best to be objective and prepared...
To declare 'yourself',
As crazy as a bed bug!
Why declare this?
It will be easier to take the test,
With the acknowledgement...
There had been someone who picked on a bed bug,
To proclaim and announce it crazy.
Okay?
Now you should feel open to accept,
All possibilities.
First...
Have you ever discovered yourself quick to deny,
Anything?
Think about this and be honest.
Second...
Are you afraid to be critiqued?
For any physical flaws and blemishes you keep?
Third...
Do you seek to mask your insecurities?
With a pointing out those of others...
As you desperately try to secretly hide,
Those of your own that are hidden deep?
Fourth...
Do you get up each morning,
With wishes to find someone to impress.
Without first expressing a thankfulness for your blessings?
Do you find a need to rehearse this first?
Fifth...
Are you envious and jealous,
Of those addressing with confidence their identities?
Does this irritate you to no end?
And you are convinced,
They actually are trying to run away...
From their strange and differentness.
Do you feel people like this pretend?
And you remain one of the few...
Who advocate a 'normalcy' wishing others to approve?
Well...
You 'are' nuts!
And there is no need to have the results discussed.
If you believe others are out of their minds,
With a few like you being 'normal'.
And no evidence around you to validate and find.
You 'are' nuts and out of your mind.
No one today is normal.
'What makes you qualified to administer a test like this? '
Long ago I was confirmed as being dysfunctional.
And I resisted this refusing to admit it.
But today those dysfunctional,
Seem to be the ones left who have common sense.
'So...
You too are nuts? '
No.
My preference is to stay,
As dysfunctional for as long as I can.
I find to admit it makes me more marketable.
To discover someone is nuts,
Puts a limit to their opportunities.
And...
To debate with someone about the mentalities of bed bugs,
Is way out of my league.
I enjoy my life lived as simple as possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sadistic Sinner
Alone in my house
Full of hate and fear
Your death is near
My passion for killing will take you to death
I slay a victim I torture his wife
They die by my knife
I'm coming for you
So take your last breath
The more I kill, the more the need grows
I dislodge the eyes and hack off the nose
CHORUS
I'm a sadistic sinner
I will slash you at will
It is the devil inside me
Who makes me wanna kill
Evil
And you will die by my hand
Killer
And I'll make you understand
Possessed
Just like the knife in my hand
Killer
He taunts my soul and he twists my mind
The blood of my victims is all they can find
I dismember the body as its blood is being sprayed
I gaze in splendor at the mess I have made
Cold is the blade
I carry in rage
They live in fear
My passion for killing will take you to death
My soul is a demon that no one can save
I spread my disease
I'm coming for you
So take your last breath
The more I kill, the more the need grows
I dislodge the eyes and hack off the nose
CHORUS
I'm a sadistic sinner
I will slash you at will
It is the devil inside me
Who makes me wanna kill
I'm
Sadistic
Sinner
I'll kill you slow, I'll kill you fast
I'm coming for you, I'll kick your ass
song performed by by Incubus
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Most of our fans seem to be very intelligent people who don't stand out too much, but they're still total freaks. I like that - they're smart and sadistic, which I think is a reflection at us.
You were doing a sadistic little disservice to your country.
quote by Alan K. Simpson
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I'm Moving On
Today this is to all of you
Who knew me and what I went through
I'd say how could you.
But that is just not me anymore
Instead I ask where are you now
Are you of the proud
Today this is all to you
Who knew me and what I went through
I'd say why did you watch and do nothing
But that is just not in me anymore
Instead I rather open the door for you for once more
I'm here to help
Today this is to all of you
Who knew me and what I went through
I'd how you watch me suffer like no other
But that is just not in anymore
I'm not here to settle old scores
As one might think
But instead tell you what I've learned
From such a cruel world
The weeping willow tree cry's as the souls die
She sags but yet is still strong
I think she has moved on
The weeping willow tree cry's as the souls die
She sags but yet is still strong
I think she has moved on
Today this is to all of you
That knew me and all of what I went through
I'd say why did you put my face in the dirt when it hurt the worse
But that's just not in me anymore
Those wounds have longed heal
As all that left is the faded scars
Its a constant reminder of who we are.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A View To Complete And Realize
Following those paths,
That ultimately lead to oblivion...
Is something done some people do,
As if this was their custom...
With a doing of it.
To prove they exist to initiate chaos,
And confusion.
Those not learning,
From their own repeated experiences...
Should not be admonished for expressing ignorance.
There are those with fatalistic ambitions,
Who are rarely found sitting in seats of leadership...
That seek,
At the expense of others...
A view to complete and realize their sick sadistic wishes.
And like sheep,
The people allow these people with charisma...
To follow.
Believing them to represent their interests the best.
And they 'do' represent...
Their overwhelming lack of concern,
As best as they possibly can present it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCIX: Contra
I’m not a hero dreamer
I’m not a villain cheerleader
I only want to be your enemy
I don’t know if I’m right
I don’t care if I’m wrong
I only always take a side against you
I don’t intend to do good thing
I don’t interest to be sadistic cruel
I only plan to make you irritated
I don’t keep a great grudge
I don’t offer a generous help
Only a strange urge to block your way
I’m not so innocent
I’m not full of sin either
I only don’t like to be called same as you
I’m not searching sensation
I don’t need your attention
We just happen to be the opposite of another
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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There are sadistic scientists who hurry to hunt down errors instead of establishing the truth.
quote by Marie Curie
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I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
quote by Woody Allen
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~MoonShadow~
...Long Down Primose Lanes
Stands the idle, moronic, inane-
...A sadistic lover of pain...
Most all who read-call insane-
'Tis the World's Blighted Bane...
...The Fed's have more than...
Just A Name!
poem by Theodora Onken
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Up Close and Vivid
There was a time,
I loved agitating.
Just to see different expressions,
Shown on people's faces.
Coming close,
To aggravation.
I knew my limitations.
I had gone to school to learn body language.
Interpersonal Communication.
And studying 'where' folks' feelings were.
You know...
Probing from afar.
Seeking to discover...
With just observation.
Who was disturbed...?
Who was emotionally disconnected,
And unnnerved.
And just 'who' was crazed?
Living on the edge...
Seeking to escape the maze of life.
Only to discover my own paranoia!
Today,
Few people are trying to hide their disgust!
Some are outright enraged.
With attempts to masquerade an outrage...
Many caring less,
If that it is shown on display!
And I am not quick to agitate...
For experimental purposes.
Not today!
Too many folks have venom in their eyes.
And I've learned to do what I've been trained to do,
From my early days of schooling.
I either wear my sunshades.
Or talk to myself!
Choosing to fit right in!
But I don't have to take notes today...
Too much of this 'stuff' is up close and vivid!
And I rehearse ducking...
Just in case a wild punch is thrown,
On its way to pay a personal visit!
These are not the times,
For one to blindly unwind...
To share false pretensions.
Too many folks are easily provoked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only the liberation of the natural capacity for love in human beings can master their sadistic destructiveness.
quote by Wilhelm Reich
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