Feel Good Haze IV
Songs by the machines
I do not understand nor care
Your lips are glossy with glycerin
I fondle myself in your stare
poem by Norman Santos
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Bury Me Where I Fall
Comr brush away these fists and i will tell you
Everything
I hope you know how long I'm lacking
So carve my name and take me to the strength udner it all
Then bury me where I fall
Push and Pull like sex machines, like sex machines
Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines.
Qustioning if I should even be here
I won't make that same mistake
And taking to bed all these things that I hate
I will complain, I will complain
A bleeding light has made us all just want to wash away
and best believe I want it blinding
Under it all I bacl out holes and glorify disguise
still draining me from all this strife
Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines
Push and pull like sex machines, like sex machines
Questioning if I should even be here
I won't make that same mistake
And taking to bed all these things that I hate
I will complain, I will complain
Stare at the sun
Staring at the sun...
Questioning if I should even be here
I won't make that same mistake
And taking to bed all these things that I hate
I will complain, I will complain
...Bury me where I fall.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Kiss and make love
Touching lips like a butterfly
Gentle caress, gentle embrace
An endearment lifetime long
Brush the breast like a butterfly
Cuddle so softly with embrace
Endearment felt with a hug
Kiss and snuggle slowly done
Stroke to caress to embrace
Bear hug and brushing lips
Feel and fondle, rub hips
Graze and handle with care
Massage neck and nuzzle
Play around, squeeze, stroke
Hug and kiss, make love
Caress, curl up and enfold
Fondle, huddle and hug
Kiss with love and nestle
Nuzzle snug and soft to touch
Stroking, tasting, touching
Shy away for a moment
Feeling, caressing, fondling
Come together and massage
Brush and caress, collision
Cuddling with a loving touch
poem by Char Pattrick
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He's Been Linked
He's been linked.
And that is all they care and think about.
It's on their minds and whispering lips.
Another scorching juicy scandal...
Hot and sizzling,
With ascorbic, tantalizing and tingling gossip.
Ohhhh he's been linked!
'No! '
Yes.
To drugs and freaky sex.
His steps are followed,
And when he belches...
They stare to see what else is done next!
He's been linked.
'Mmmm...'
To nasty trash and gripping slime!
And they who spy on his every move...
With wishes to get closer,
To rub and pinch his tight behind!
This mass of muscle has been linked!
'No...
Someone lies on our idol! '
And he wont be left alone.
He symbolizes heated...
And loose testosterone.
All men and women secretly dream,
To cream and fondle his bone!
He's been linked!
And he laughs to himself,
As he sinks comfortably...
In his plush leather chair.
Feeling at peace,
And having a cup of tea to drink!
Wishing he too had been there to be aware...
That he has been linked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Game of Stare
There’s a boy with his fellow
I caught his eyes with a wander
Now the game has been played
Now you have been challenged
You better asked my name
Before anyone came
But you only stare, stare, stare
Like I annoy your safety ring
Like you can’t even think
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I lose you something
Something you can’t even win
There’s boy in the dance floor
I catch his eyes, he comes closer
Now the game is replayed
Now you better watch out
You better take me out
Before someone calls you coward
Cause you only stare, stare, stare
Like you never see me in dress
Like no one else who dares
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I steal you something
Something you can’t even think
There’s a boy in the park
He makes me catch his eyes
Now the game is forward
Now you don’t want to break up
You better have a word
Before you loose your hold
And you only stare, stare, stare
Like a puppy wants a bone
Like you’ll be lost if I’m gone
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I can give you something
Something you think you can’t win
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Timebomb
If God would be a liar
He would be just like us
We think he knows of madness
Who says hes got to be real
We cant wait another day
Where do we go from here
A sin is not the only way
But thats how it seems to be
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
The world is spitting fire
On sun and moon and stars
It cant be our desire
Writing the rules on the wall
We cant wait another day
Where do we go from here
A sin is not the only way
But thats how it seems to be
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
We cant wait another day
Where do we go from here
A sin is not the only way
But thats how it seems to be
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
We are timebombs- cold killing machines
song performed by by U. D. O.
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The Innocents
To make perfect the heaven of mothers
The little children die,
For what care they for the praise of God
Who have sung a lullaby?
The arms that have ached with nursing
Would ache with their emptiness
Were there no little children
To fondle and caress.
And while the saints and angels
Sing loud in adoring throngs,
God hears the mothers and children
Singing their crooning songs.
poem by Peter McArthur
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When ATM machines came out and people were prosecuted for robbing ATM machines, I don't think anybody thought the banks were against technology because they didn't want their ATM machines lifted.
quote by Hilary Rosen
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Song of Wrongs
Some songs are trapped, while other songs are free
Some songs can linger, while others need a key
Some songs look Heavenward to find a place to be
While most songs have homes, some songs aren't so lucky
Which song would you rather hear
The song of hope, or the song of fear
The song that has everything, or the song that needs care
The song you care nothing for, or the song you revere
I'd like to listen to all of those forgotten songs
Not the song of rights, I want the song of wrongs
I want the song of solitude hiding in the throngs
I want the song that has no place to which it belongs
poem by Bianca Free
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Red Lips With a Hint of Confidence
You have to be confident
Walk in a room with your chin up
You are the leader of every step
They will stare at you
Captivated by your Walk
And those juicy red lips you wear
Its because of the air around
The way your hair moves
You Control their eyes
Ruby red lips and sexy hips
You have the confidence
To move a man with one look
A flick of the wrist if you will
A task you undertake with ease
Your smile takes over them
With that delicious red lipstick
You tangle up all their thoughts
all because you are confident
Ruby Red Lips
Sexy little Hips
and a Stare that can control a man
A Stare of Confidence
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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First you use machines, then you wear machines, and then ...? Then you serve machines.
quote by John Brunner
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Machines
Need a license to breathe
Man left stranded
On the unemployment line
Machines dictate
Man has no right
Even to speak
Look around!
Look everywhere!
No work to be found
Machines run things
Beat you to the hire
Cannot be fired
Work for less
No sick days for me
No personal time
I don't need a day off
Or leave with pay
Just run me
Machines say
Man!
Get up!
Better start over
Get a axe!
Get a hammer!
Load a gun!
Without food
We cannot pray
Lets kill the machines today
Today!
Today!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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A woman’s passion is easy to understand
The usual silence is her overwhelming
Yes,
It is her no that is consuming her really
A no to a kiss
A no to a hug
A no to a holding of her hand
A no to the fondle of her plump breast
A monster eating her
Longings and whims
Her desire
To spread to love against the skies
She will tell you
And she means it
She will kiss you with a
Spider’s kiss
Her hug would mean your surrender
And when she holds your hand she
Says there will be no stopping
There will be no excuses
There will be no reservation anymore
And when you fondle her breasts
She will rub your muscled chest
Her manner of hitting back
She would kill you if you would not
Go down under
And dig deeper
To her soul
Her fragility
Her unique nuances
Her calling sounds
Her moaning
Her way of loving you
A manner of reciprocating
Your advances
She is true too
In thoughts and in deeds
For what God has joined together
Let the man go further under.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Passion of a Woman
A woman’s passion is easy to understand
The usual silence is her overwhelming
Yes,
It is her no that is consuming her really
A no to a kiss
A no to a hug
A no to a holding of her hand
A no to the fondle of her plump breast
A monster eating her
Longings and whims
Her desire
To spread to love against the skies
She will tell you
And she means it
She will kiss you with a
Spider’s kiss
Her hug would mean your surrender
And when she holds your hand she
Says there will be no stopping
There will be no excuses
There will be no reservation anymore
And when you fondle her breasts
She will rub your muscled chest
Her manner of hitting back
She would kill you if you would not
Go down under
And dig deeper
To her soul
Her fragility
Her unique nuances
Her calling sounds
Her moaning
Her way of loving you
A manner of reciprocating
Your advances
She is true too
In thoughts and in deeds
For what God has joined together
Let the man go further under.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Magic of your eyes
Magic of your eyes
Has made me blind!
I don’t understand
(Babe) What’s in your mind!
I don’t understand
Whether it’s fair
To love you so much
(And) For me to stare!
I don’t understand
What’s going on!
Allah is so kind,
(But) I am alone!
I don’t understand
It’s right or wrong –
But I will give you
(This) beautiful song!
poem by Asif Andalib
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1: 55 A.m.
the cicadas still sing
that early
in this small town and
everyone is
in fact everything is
so quite that if you
are awake at this hour
unholy as they call it
(but so holy to me
i think)
i can still hear
the voice wanting
to be spoken
deep inside the
linings of my
esophagus
there is this mummy
of the sarcophagus
wanting to be
reborn
honestly the name
still slips
in my tongue
perhaps this could
be the poem
about cicadas
and their songs
or the sound of
quiet
the murmur
of peace
long gone
now
trembling at the
tip of my lips
who knows?
if at a little stare
on the wall
soon i shall understand
and decipher
what slime is there
that wants to speak
inside my
throat
but still wanting to
be swallowed
honestly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tea for Sympathy
can you be able to love
without dream
can you be able to own
without understand
you will never take
you will never care
I'm only a name
you will never run
you will never look around
my shadow far from your heart
can you be able to care
but never reach
should I hate
to make you understand
without talk
without try
only emotion
you just say
can't get it right
just erase me here
can you be able to promise
but your heart's tired
can you be able to protect
without see me
I realize
I really know you
you only hide
you will never care
you will never understand
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Antiphony
She poses in a provocative way
As she stands on the stage, softly singing.
She, her parochial lyrics, are a
Hollow collage of glittery nothing.
She appears like a detached cherubim
In digitally-enhanced pictures, an
Angel of death in designer denim
Seducing us simply because she can.
Our vacuum-sealed culture serves her as if
She were a porcelain delicacy,
As if she were the filtered anaglyph
Of internet/tabloid intimacy.
Her eyes project a glossy, lifeless stare.
She's no longer a human, but does she care?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Thick At that! ...And Glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
If you talk about someone
In a negative light,
What makes that which is expressed,
Alright to dance on gossip licked lips?
Thick
At that...
And glossy!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
We know of no one's true feelings,
But our own.
No conflicts inflicted will be felt,
With a depthness known,
No one knows...
Who's in bed with who,
And who is left alone.
But there is no stopping,
Having a fling or two
With someone new.
Who knows what to do,
With a stiffened bone!
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
How much has been changed
To arrange point of views,
By those who discreetly
Do what they do!
How much admitted,
Actually exists...?
Has driven misfits
To even more exposure.
And Rod Sterling has passed...
To worlds beyond Twilight Zones.
And he was very comfortable,
With discussing 'possibilities'!
If it is worthy to admit
Situations believed to be unfit...
One must sit and evaluate,
Being in someone's business not theirs...
How much actually exists?
And whoever committed an admission...
Please admit it!
So we can move 'that hell',
Away from here and us.
And perhaps that 'thick-and-glossy' act
Has been given to attract minds,
Off course!
And all the time.
Will be chased to another place.
And heads here can begin to erect first,
With perception.
Instead of inflated egos wishing to sweat.
How much admitted,
Actually exists?
Well that all depends
On how well the re-enactments
Are delivered in a heightened freshness!
And the staleness is forgiven,
Of prior performances claimed.
Thick at that,
And glossy had more rumors to spread.
That's how she kept her lips supple!
And prepared to use if she had to!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Connection
When I see the connection
Though I see I don't stare
Though I see I don't stare
When I'm lost in my reflection
Though I see I don't stare
Though I see I don't stare
Then I change my direction
One foot follows the other
One foot follows something new
'Cause I need some protection
And I'm scared I could lose it
If I stare, you'll be gone
When I need some attention
Though I see I don't stare
Though I see I don't stare
When I'm lost in my reflection
Though I see I don't stare
Though I see I don't stare
song performed by by Phish
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Woman judges you
A woman judges
How you would handle her body
By how you handle the steering
While you drive with her.
A woman judges
How you would fondle her heart
By how you fondle the brake
While you drive with her.
31.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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