Sadism
To inflict and enjoy it
Is alone not a sadism.
To humiliate, to tease, to joke,
To make fun of others
Are too in a way sadism.
Violent foreplay is of no exception.
25.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Masochism
‘Sadism and masochism'
Is a renewed sexual game,
Found an outlet to release
The stress built up during the day.
To be tied to be set free;
To get smacked and get spanked,
To be freed and relaxed;
A volunteer infliction;
Hedonists go for it.
Conservatives scoff off.
Beating and whipping are held
As pain coated pleasure pills.
Shamelessness is a freedom.
Slavery is a pleasure
With mind duly conditioned.
Inhibition of day is shed.
Be she a dominatrix
Or a boot licking nature,
Once tasted she will go for
‘Sadism and masochism.'
They are no longer branded
As kinky or sexual perverts.
They want most of their lives
No virtue can frustrate them.
05.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
quote by Emile M. Cioran
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Sadism is all right in its place, but it should be directed to proper ends.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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The aim of sadism is to transform a man into a thng, something animate into something inanimate, since by complete and absolute control the living loses one essential quality of life-freedom.
quote by Erich Fromm
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Sadism is not an infectious disease that strikes a person all of a sudden. It has a long prehistory in childhood and always originates in the desperate fantasies of a child who is searching for a way out of a hopeless situation.
quote by Alice Miller
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A Locust and the old flame
He strums his old lute's melancholic whisper and the everlasting song.
Her lustre eyes will never get satisfied
And he cannot leave her in the lurch.
His mysterious entanglement and the lovelorn will be a long lasting Endeavour.
There is any loophole to let go the illusion?
And if not, the non-starter will burn in the sadism it seems.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Changed Tack
Got home, explained heat in the office
hubby angry, how DARE I disturb his
ambiance, happy atmosphere at home
immediately I tried to change tack-did
not work - I am in the dog-box
Everything I say is wrong – it would have
been bad if I did not know how good it is
for me to suffer – whenever suffering is
going on, I change into the little Calvinist
I was born to be – pain, suffering
Is good for me, I was BORN into suffering –
I convince myself that pain is good, enjoy the
masochism involved – which leads to sadism
how good that is – Machiavelli justified – wait
we were talking about Calvinism
Too late, I have already changed tack…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Do not if you cannot
.
You cannot stop
rain from falling.
You cannot stop
sun from shining
and earth from heating.
If you try,
it is a miserable attempt.
You cannot stop
anything from falling
in love with the other.
If you snap the love
from its growing,
it is not your virtue.
It is your sadism.
20.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Century is to Trust
To the century is trust of sadism,
Toy the balloon of trust and faith,
Been the beauty, been agnosticism,
A religion has born from a wraith.
To the millennium is madness,
An anxious feeling all-encompassing,
Like the moors to ride and find sadness,
Even in the light of the trespassing.
My days and nights are numbered,
Forever, we wait in duels and afterward.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Irony of Bloody Sweet
They spend more
huge budgets for war
excited about the prize
a lucrative enterprise
weapons in silos
and despair in ghettos
They caress warheads
foreplay of the living dead
Then missile rain
And splattered flesh
sweet blood stain
as ‘civilizations’ clash
Genocide redefined
Holocaust modified
Extraordinary rendition
Quaint Geneva Convention
Torture legalized
Free speech penalized
Tyranny coated in civility
threatens true democracy
………..
Gods of commerce
Trading the curse
Commercial religion
Converts souls to confusion
Maybe to oblivion?
…………
Sweat shop slavery
In third world country
Inferior toxic goods
Flooding the hoods
virus’ manufactured
as vaccines administered
earth base ravaged
resources mismanaged
psychos are rulers
worshipping the dollars
Elections bought and sold
Trading souls for gold
They get multiple orgasms
Delirious with the fever of sadism......
poem by Lyre Bleus
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Non Adapted Socially
You act instinctively
Your hands compress on neck
Nothing can get rid of embrace
Your sadism strengthens
Disturbance of potency
Your excitement causes potency
You act in amuck
Stronger, deeper
You feel an excitement of orgasm
You suffer, you murder
Because of...
Non adapted socially
You satisfy yourself with murder,
Blood and sperm
Non adapted, abnormal
Your frustrations created a toad
You destroy others
Regaining yourself
song performed by by Yattering
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Hatred
Hatred, mighty and best of the quantities
That deliver praises to that that is non-excellent,
That which majesty is against, aghast and anxious.
Hatred, menacing and futile, filling
The bodies as much as sin itself,
Guaranteeing nothing but disaster.
Hatred, a terror and festival of worry,
Designing sadism as many times as possible,
Killing any follower in its wake.
Hatred is better if love has no objective
For the ones whose minds are their souls,
For the populace draining you of love.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You always have to realize that the story needs to make sense to the 11-year-olds who read the book and aren’t necessarily going to be viewing a scene as foreplay. . . and it’s pretty deep, heady foreplay.
Kristen Stewart in Interview Magazine
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Non Typical Homo
Living in unawareness of your own skin
Of something that sticks in us, in me
Untypical homo
Trance sapiens...
(I feel an inertia of my soul, deeply)
Untypical body
Deviation, extreme, sadism
Untypical homo...
Perversity raping
An individual one
Drive yourself in madness
Own I, I / you??
You ill treat everything own I and him!!
Hands derive delight
With orgiastic abilities
Extrementophilia
Joy, pleasure
Orgasm, deep pleasure
Darkness sticks
In you man without his own I
song performed by by Yattering
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To Enjoy Life
Our life has many windows of joy,
The joke is serious and to enjoy.
Our existence is special and fully exposed
To other elements, so as to enjoy.
The living individual that aspires to Job,
Is the very sentence of our writing to enjoy.
How does the sprightliness of a lifestyle
Turn into something not to enjoy.
Really merry people are mostly proof of laughter
Being the source of help always to enjoy.
There is a safe place for all,
Everywhere you must even think to enjoy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Cartoon Caricature Of The Master Race
Goose stepping Aryan Gods
blond hair blue eyes
master race inspires on parade
according to Nazi ideology
Hitler's ideal 'Germanic type'
has fair hair clear blue eyes
is slim and tall does not smoke
does not drink to excess does
not indulge in substance abuse
is chaste without any trace of
unwholesome sexual desires
no homosexuality nor sadism
Detected any note of Hypocrisy yet?
Reichsfuhrur Heinrich Himmler
promotes illegitimacy by establishing
a State-registered human stud farm
Lebensborn unmarried mothers
pregnant by SS men received
superior state maternity care
majority of mare mothers were
unmarried 57.6 percent in
1939 about 70 percent by 1940
creating elite race of 'supermen'
means breeding selecting bloodstock
for Master Superior Aryan Race
Himmler's procreation order of
28 October 1939 to the entire SS
declared it was the sublime task
of all German women and girls
of good Germanic blood
in profound moral seriousness
to become mothers to the children
of SS soldiers setting off to battle
to be mothers to Aryan Master Race
Detected any serious Hypocrisy yet?
Goose stepping Aryan Gods
blond hair blue eyes
master race inspires on parade
one wonders who would be worthy
leaders of such genetically superior
god like demigods supreme warriors
Many of Hitler’s closest followers
were notorious for fetishes rampant
acts of homosexuality and sadism
to repeat a famous joke
that circulated in Nazi Germany
the ideal Germanic type
was 'as slender and healthy as Goering
[a notorious, very fat heroine addict],
as tall and fit as Himmler, [a short runt
and nerd] as chaste as Goebbels [an adulterer]
and as blond as Hitler'[dark hair brown eyes]
So much for Aryan God leaders of the Master Race!
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also The Holocaust Files!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tell The Colors Of Devil!
When happiness is absorbed,
The harmony is not reflected.
When the innocence is stolen and absorbed,
The peace is not reflected.
When all good emotions are absorbed,
The useful actions are not reflected.
When all colors are absorbed to be black,
What goodness can be reflected?
Evils have many colors on the screen,
When colors of cruelty and sadism scream,
the skull and broken bones of human,
have become the symbol to threaten,
and warn the danger, red can flow,
to our minds to scare us to be nymphs,
all these colors have the right effect,
when it is dark and the sun is out.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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When Danes Slaughter Dolphins
Whatever could have been their sin?
These creatures slain, these dolphins?
Massacred and killed for a despicable sign
Of manhood, adulthood, what insane design!
Their blood flows down the oceans, shed
Danish humanity is thus proven dead
What culture so vile, what abhorrent insanity
Towards creatures defenseless facing such cruelty?
No rational beings and no literate nation
Will allow this sadism and abomination
But it happens with the Danes, and it is irrational
A practice that man is the most cruel of animals!
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
April 14,2010
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Xerxes
Petty jobs and sanitations,
From Kasua to Makola!
But it is like living in the den of wild wolves;
For odious and irksome are the attitudes of the people.
Petty jobs and sanitations,
From Agbogbloshi to Mallam Atta!
But with the mass order of churches without any moral charge;
And like the irksome attitudes of most of us on this earth.
Wolves in sheep skin!
Like a pastor caught with swallowed pallets of heroin;
For another day of the human history is recorded,
And like the odious and the irksome acts of the people.
The sadism and the lexicographical work,
'Di wo ho ni'! !
And let us make patience a valued habit.
I am Xerxes and i know my way and rules,
But the acts of this people looks so odd to me!
However, we still have to teach many to understand the real meaning of life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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That Woman
that woman, when did she ever learn
not to slap you again?
she will never tell you when she will stop.
and you have always been compliant
a christian
as soon as she is finished slapping your right cheek
you soon ready the left cheek and you give her all the joy
of her sadism.
you are not the masochist.you are my wife.
and i am teaching you that her reign is over.
my hands have touched your cheeks and healed the bruise
the pain that seeps down to the layers of your skin
to the years of your burden
let me touch them again like i am a leaf to a whorled vine
i have the cure
this love of mine
i have these fingers that can unlock the reason of your
pain.
let me open the door for you. let me close it
away from that witch
let the white dove
fly finally to the skies
look at me. now my dear wife
you are free!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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