Desires to be
Desires- kill them to kill sorrow.
With them will go drive and urge.
So, do desire, which gives you impetus..
Desires- the multi-stimulant
.06.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The human desire
A desire dies if satiated.
It dies too when it exhausted.
The denial and the deprivation
Kill most of the human desires
30.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Killings
You kill who might eat you.
You kill who might hurt you.
You kill who you want to eat.
You kill one in accident.
You kill one as punishment.
Can you dispense with killings?
29.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So sweet, no regrets
Come here; come to me; my dear.
Give in before my desires dry.
Grant me before your desires dry.
Your lips must part and breasts wake up.
Your bottom must turn a hot bed,
That the sweats, like fountains, must wet.
Set aside your blushes, I beg.
Set aside your virtues, I beg.
You will get what you miss, I bet.
Have a course, which is not a curse
It is a myth that you are spoilt.
It is an act of sport, that’s all.
Come here, very now, my dear.
Give in before my desires die.
Grant me before your desires die.
Be it a consensual act
And so soon a buried secret..
So sweet as it is, no regrets.
08.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Desire
Northern star
Am I frightened
Where can I go to rest
I cant sleep
And Im still fighting
Wait, dont breathe
The time destroys a man
A child who understands
That anyone who desires
Is not my kind
Not my truth
Fade away, its all we do
Fade away from the truth
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
And northern star
Please enlighten
The lost prayers of my soul
Childhood dreams
Of death and titans
We were meant to be free
To give ourselves away
So please dont be afraid
Of anyone who desires
Theyre not my kind
Not my truth
Fade away, its all we do
Fade away from the truth
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
cause anyone who desires
Is not my kind
I have no use for you
song performed by by Zwan
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Guess, If You Can…
(a re-post)
nomadic desires
vagrant desires
kleptomaniac desires
splurging desires
hide behind a
façade of placidity
how and when
they surface
and usurp one
is beyond any guess…
19jan2008
23.00hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Let it Kill
let it kill me and if it doesnt let it try again and again and again till i die, then let it try again and again and finally let it kill me if not then let it try again till i die of pain cause this pain i cannot take, so let it kill until i feel death creep up the corner, let me die with honor or without it just let me die, so let it kill me again and again and if not let it try until i die, for this life i cannot take i have lost all faith so just let me die, let it try to kill me dont set me free come on kill me i refuse mercy or sympathy all i want is death so please let it kill let it send me to death as fast as things go past, let it kill, let it destroy my soul and leave it not whole for i want death, i want death again i say i want death let it kill and if not let it kill again and again till death is all that remain, let it kill
poem by Adens Kamwi
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Sing with me, 'I am Free!
wishing you to Sing with me,
This melody of heart,
Come dear, let us sing together,
Melody, that is beat of hearts Wishing you dear, be with me.
so intense is my longing
Every leaves, is the frame
Every flower, is your face,
Every bird sings your name
Every is sand partical
In desert said,
oasis is your smile,
In the jungle, you are nightingale.
Sing with me this song!
'When
Will one be at last retire from what......?
Into solitude alone, without knowing, who are companions that follow
like shadow
companions that are shadow of own!
companions, create shadow even in darkness!
without joy of getting rid of them,
and live even
without a single shade of sorrow, sorrow of ignorance, with only scared of seeing snake in a piece of rope, rope snake can't be seen either in brilliant blinding light,
or total darkness on death of eternal satan of nonexistent ego
What is sacred than Soul
What is sacred than pure mind,
certainty is dreamer is true,
Sure that all Labyrinth are in dream!
When in I find my desires were rags, without them I look pure,
desires are unwanted guests
only neglect them, if not the go away from your temple kill them by asking, who are you and why are you all here,
shall I
Ever retire contented with self
into the
mountains or Deserts?
Kill this desire of retirement with contentment and patience
When,
seeing that my body is merely a machine engaged in selfless work, sickness and crime, age
and
desire run any from you where they need to starve and not even having place to hide and liberate wake at your slip,
Will you be free of the thought of becoming free,
fearless,
desireless blissful
retirement comes to the mind bring eternal sleep to end,
You have to awake than retire!
You are that embracing pillar and screaming, 'Please, help me; and set me free!
O friend just take your hands and swing it free, no one had tied you to pillar!
Where to go forest or city and why?
When?
Now!
Where?
Here!
Why why why?
When you are always free
oh when? '
Now! now! now!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Cultivate Desire And Ego
Without desire, the world is dry.
Without ego the life is dry.
Desires promote activities.
Activities bring about taste.
The ego plays in maneuvering.
Maneuvering results in esteems.
Without taste and without esteems,
Being will be a waste of life.
Desires denied, sufferings come.
Esteem beaten, feeling low mounts.
Low risk desire is worth having.
Easy task ego too satisfies.
Desires parting, you are worn out.
Ego falling flat, you are blown out.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Desire…few Facets
(a re-post)
ripples of wanton
desires whirl in
a whimsical heart
whims of desires
whisper naggingly into
a winding heart
wily desires
wretched desires
waltz unabashedly
the wearied mind
simply stands
witness to the
woeful rigmarole…
19jan2008
22.30hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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B: XV: Mission de Chef + Love the Love I Love + Holey Seat
Mission de Chef
Out of strong desires
I want to make a sauce
The sum of whose desires
Is greater than desires.
I will then subtract desires,
Label what is left as 'CHARM',
And find out if it works on love,
If it leads to love's demise,
Too weak without,
yet outlasting strong desires.
Love the Love I Love
You say you love me
You say you can't love her
I love her
Her love is what makes me
You don't love her
You don't love me
Love the love I love
And you will love me
Holey Seat
A fundament they share,
Poetry and Brown:
After one that takes some effort,
You sometimes put a quick one down.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Bloodlust
I sit at my desk and wonder,
why people do the things they do.
Why do they go on killing one another,
each and everyday?
Some say that it is for religion.
I dismiss that fact.
I cannot see any God
wanting you to kill another because of them.
All the religions that I know of,
urge respect between our fellow man.
Therefore, the reason they do it
must be personal from what I see.
The individuals involved must love suffering,
get a kick out of the pain they cause.
They have a bloodlust
and kill to make themselves look big.
They think that killing gives them power,
it doesn’t,
it only shows them as weak.
They are cowards
because they have to do it in groups.
The one person who stands up to them
has more power than they will ever have.
Oh, they may kill the mortal form,
but the spirit they cannot kill.
It will inherit someone else.
The person with a great spirit
will be welcome at heaven’s door,
while those who want to kill
will be devoured by the devil,
living in his kingdom for evermore.
poem by David Harris
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Dead, Dying and the Dreamer
Desire offered me a Joyful Blindness
new each time from the Caldron
such that I succumbed each time
moved thereby
to cheat Death himself
accepting thereby the double
conundrum
that a too intense Desire
can kill the Dream it inspires
and sometimes too, kill the Dreamer
condemning him or her perhaps
to surfing the tides of blowback
the Damocles Pillars of Blame and Time,
seeing Fate toss dice
with his life
in the back room
where secrets hold
sway
and lie down
with Soothing Regrets
who utters
"It's not your fault."
Where pressures are
presented;
where I get to
wed my Desire
where I get to
go away
into Indeterminate Time
and come back
wondering where I have been
and guilty bred I
punish those ugly muses
which time and time again
take me right back
to square one
where next time I do it all over again;
Desire's slave or consort
undetermined
yet I am
lashed to the mast
of that runaway ship
adrift with the tides
destination unknown, uncertainty
until the Final One
which is easily foreseen
in that scene
where the Reaper laughs
saying
"In the end all come to me
some crying, some denying
some defiant
some bitter draught drinkers
of their erstwhile lives
but all succumb
to my dark web at end;
yet in this
none I resent more
than types like you, " he said
"who come plumped up smiling
sated from Life's Desires.
irritating me the more than the others
because those like you enjoyed their lives
despite my entreaties
that they should not.
Nay they wed their desires
fulfilled them
willingly paying the price
in Despairs coin
because you see my friend
the Dreamers
cheat me
Death
even after they are dead.
A secret well known
but seldom recognized;
if you kill the dream,
you, too, have killed the dreamer
and their death my friend
is final;
but in those like you
those with the capacity for rampaging Desire
preceding the dream
cheat me Death
and you are my mortal enemy.
Better you humans not understand
that the secret is
better to over-sip
Desire
than not to desire at all
than not
to Dream at all.
The Desireless
are the ones I crave
because they come to me already dead.
I like the one's who have spent
their lives self-denied
because they become
for me my dead and docile
and are easily plied
Into my Marching Lines
of the Well-Disciplined
and
truly
Dead Now and Gone.
The Dreamers
alas,
I've learned
cheat me Death
because their Dream lives on
and on.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Ill Always Be With You
I just went to the corner
To get some bread and butter,
Dad called, hed got your letter,
This is his new number.
Chickens on the burner
But wait for me if you can,
Ill be back soon, honey,
Big kiss from mommy.
(chorus)
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill,
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill,
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
Please, I have a son!
(chorus)
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.
Sorry, I was so late,
Did you call your dad?
I hope he was nice to you,
I dont wanna see you sad.
I see you ate your chicken,
And saved me a plate,
I dont know how to tell you, I dont know how to tell,
But I love you, baby, rememember, Ill always be with you
Ill always be with you.
I love you, mommy, I love you with all my heart,
Please, always be with me.
(chorus)
Miss, miss, miss, miss,
Miss, miss, miss, miss.
Mommy! mommy!
Why do I love you so if youre just a spec of dust,
Floating endlessly amongst the trillion stars?
Knowing that one day we may float apart,
Meeting each other in universe.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Man can…
I don’t feel I kill when I take
Antibiotics to kill germs.
I don’t feel I kill when I kill
Rodents, mosquitoes and serpents.
I kill fowls, goats and fish for food.
This’ the way I’ve been brought up
And I do it for my survival.
Terrorists don’t feel that they kill
When they kill innocent people,
Without which too they can survive.
Man’s mastered all his predators.
Terrorists are his predators.
It is time he annihilated them.
31.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sehnsucht
Whence are ye, vague desires,
Which carry men along,
However proud and strong;
Which, having ruled to-day,
To-morrow pass away?
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
Which women, yielding to,
Find still so good and true;
So true, so good to-day,
To-morrow gone away.
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
From seats of bliss above,
Where angels sing of love;
From subtle airs around,
Or from the vulgar ground,
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?
A message from the blest,
Or bodily unrest;
A call to heavenly good,
A fever in the blood
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which men who know you best
Are proof against the least,
And rushing on to-day,
To-morrow cast away.
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which women, ever new,
Still warned, surrender to;
Adored with you to-day,
Then cast with you away,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which unto boyhood’s heart
The force of man impart,
And pass, and leave it cold,
And prematurely old,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Which, tremblingly confest,
Pour in the young girl’s breast
Joy, joy, the like is none,
And leave her then undone,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?
Ah yet! though man be marred,
Ignoble made, and hard;
Though broken women lie
In anguish down to die;
Ah yet! ye vague desires,
Ah yet!
By Him who gave you birth,
And blended you with earth,
Was some good end designed
For man and womankind;
Ah yet! ye vague desires,
Ah yet!
The petals of to-day,
To-morrow fallen away,
Shall something leave instead,
To live when they are dead;
When you, ye vague desires,
Have vanished;
A something to survive,
Of you though it derive
Apparent earthly birth,
But of far other worth
Than you, ye vague desires,
Than you.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Kill Instincts To Smile At Death!
Don't kill animals, you are more animal than human,
more and more you learn,
You find animals live in you, Kill their instincts in own your mind,
Humanity and love are that strange light,
in which instincts dry and die and vanish,
you need not find and kill them,
Or you need not banish!
Patience and compassion grow quick and wide,
Under them how can weeds like instinct and ego grow?
Don't kill your desires, not allow them to kill you!
be better gardner of own mind,
neither prune them,
nor water
Only plant good virtues and thoughts and take care of deeds,
Care and nurture only love,
Like to live like peaceful dove,
Love that takes care of them remove all pests and weeds!
Don't kill the time, use it well
Some day time may bring you the death,
Do well here, living satisfied,
Welcome your new friend, with a warm hand,
'Hello, my dear Death, how do you do? '
Take this body and mind and everything,
They were always yours, and you are the real owner,
I was that homeless, nameless, formless, tenant,
But never I was hopeless or
Faithless!
And I am that vacating, and you need not force me out!
You could see me,
who I am
Unlike my past lives,
I am now not even that absolute soul of universe,
I am awaken to sleep in my awareness!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Hero for a Day
I am unique,
Just like everyone else.
Do I want to kill for you?
No, I only kill for myself
Under this sand
Buried in this time
I don’t see them here
Are you sure they weren’t mine
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And then be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
We’re being picked off
One by One
Thinking to myself
Will I ever see my son?
I’m lying here
I’m the only one
Will I survive?
Or am I done?
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And than be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
Finally coming home
Trying to seize the day
Mindless in my house
Do I really get a say?
“For the people”
What a lie
It’s what I live for
For what I die
Now this is where I’ll stay
Thrown to the side
We’re used to kill your prey
And than be left behind
I am a Hero, but only for a day
(12/23/2007)
poem by Michael Koelliker
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By Not Caring...
who did we kill today...
by our actions, by inaction,
by our thoughts, by our desires?
whose bread did we eat?
whose shelter did we take?
whose hope did we steal
by not caring?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Death Cannot Bully Me
Senses fail; desires dry.
Impetus slows down.
No drives; no interests.
Death cannot bully me.
(15.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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AN overblown Overblown balloon
desires
are blown
into being
like balloons
the dinosaurs....
are taken over
by lighter creatures
lighter desires
goodwill
seems to be
getting firmer
footing too
soon desires
would burst into
nothingness
leaving merely
a bang for memory
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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