Sexual act’s uniqueness
Only in a sexual act,
To feed, to be fed
To feed on and to be fed on
Are amounting to pleasure.
16.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hate
You build me up and then you break me down and build me again
Emotions weaken
My blood is filled with lust knowing someone is wanting to kill me
We all go someday
I get so much more from this than you do (than you do)
I get so much more from this than you (than you)
Haaaate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your...
Come on get up!
Come on get up!
Come on get up!
There must be someway I can better my health to save me
From all the bad things that feel so good
You must be joking, you dont even know a thing about it
It's what you understood
I get so much more from this than you do (than you do)
I get so much more from this than you (than you)
Haaaate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your...
Come on get up!
Come on get up!
Come on get up!
I get so much more from this than you do (than you do)
I get so much more from this than you (than you)
Haaaate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna free your hate!
You wanna feed your hate!
You wanna feed your...
song performed by by Zug Izland
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If You Feed It Good
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes.
And,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
I'm not gonna mock you anymore,
'Cause you're good to me.
You don't have to knock,
On that unlocked door.
No more...
I'll rock your needs
When we get it heated! .
Now,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Just feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Don't shout or scream,
To be mean and demean.
I'm not your enemy.
Nor do I owe a thing....
To ya!
You can pout with a frown,
Thinking it will bring me down.
To be around...
For your clown count!
To the ground.
But,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Just,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
And,
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sexual game is all giving
I see her beauty, hear her sigh,
Smell her sweats, taste her mouth
And feel the insertion.
Where else, other than in sexual act,
Can I feed my five senses
Equally, all at a time?
06.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man is the deadly pest
Viruses feed on man;
Fungi feed on man;
Worms and flies feed on
Those that man feed on.
He calls them all pests.
Isn’t he a major pest
To the animals and plants?
28.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Feed On Me
They are dying on the dance floor
They are lying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortal injuries
They are hungry and need feeding
They've resigned themselves to fate
They are desperate men
Death's written on their face
When your will to live
Is all but gone
And you're left alone
But you need someone - feed on me
Feed on me
They're outgunned and they're outnumbered
But they'll never turn to run
And the 'in name of freedom's'
Written with their blood
Some would call them mercenary
But they always knew the pain
Inevitably far outweighs the gain
Feed on me
Feed on me if you need to breath
Feed on me
When your hunger strikes you down again
And you feel your inner strength has drained - Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me - I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me - don't accept defeat
They aredying on the dance floor
They are lying in debris
They are fading with exhaustion
From the mortal injuries
Some would call them mercenary
But they always knew the pain
Enevitably far outweighs the gain
When your will to live has almost gone
And you're left alone and you need someone
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me
Feed on me - I got what you need
Feed on me
Feed on me - don't accept defeat
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Feed The Monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes the monkey
Well gather 'round and let me tell you all a story
About a boy and his monkey
He's got that kind of monkey that the girls wanna know
He likes to take his monkey every place that he goes
(Can we pet your monkey?)
Hey, ho, you see the monkey?
Did you know you made my monkey hungry?
I didn't really know how it get so hungry
I'd like to know
Would you feed the monkey?
Well you can pet my monkey
'Cause my monkey don't bite
But when you pet my monkey
He get funky all night
My monkey ain't no ordinary orangutang
'Cause my monkey likes to do the wild thing
My monkey don't scratch
My monkey don't bite
My monkey don't swing no tree
My monkey don't hit
My monkey don't drool
My monkey be swing with me
My monkey don't freak
My monkey don't trip
My monkey don't wear no cape
But you can tell what my monkey wanna eat
'Cause it turn into a big ol' ape
Yeah...
Hey..
The monkey's getting hungry
Hey, hey, why don't you feed your monkey?
(REPEAT x 3)
What she want?
She wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
You know she want
You know she want
You know she wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
Hey, hey, she likes to feed the monkey
Ooh, she's sayin' it's time to feed the monkey
Everyday she wants to feed the monkey
All through the day she likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 7)
Feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 19)
She likes to feed the monkey
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Hollow
run, desire, run
this sexual being
run him like a blade
to and through the heart,
no conscience
one motive:
cater to the hollow
screaming feed me here
fill me up again
temporarily pacify this hungering
so grow,
libido throw
dominoes of indiscretions down
falling all around in cycles,
in circles
constantly consuming,
conquer and devour.
'cause its time to bring the fire down
bridle all this indiscretion
long enough to edify
and permanently fill this hollow
screaming feed me here
fill me up again
temporarily pacifying
feed me here
fill me up again
temporarily pacifying
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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I keep no dogs.
He keeps dogs and feed them.
As he wants them to wag.
He loves them for his sway
On them to make them bark.
I keep no dogs to feed.
I don’t need them to wag.
I don’t need them to bark either.
Must I be worse than one keeping dogs?
12.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Have Got To Know Me
If you really want to know what it's like...
To hold a pillow tight without crying,
But...
Feeling inside your emotions are dying.
Well...
You have got to know me.
'Cause,
I've been there not to leave.
If you really want to know what it's like...
To hold a pillow tight without crying,
But...
Feeling inside your emotions are dying.
Well...
You have got to know me.
'Cause,
I've been there not to leave.
You have got to know me.
And...
This you'll agree when you see!
This is...
I,
Guarantee.
You have 'got' to know me.
How about now?
We can get together and feed that need.
We can get together and...
How about now?
We can get together and feed that need.
Feed that need.
Feed that need
How about how about now?
We can get together and feed that need.
How about how about now?
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
Feed that need
What about now?
We can get together and...
What about now?
Feed that need.
What about now?
We can get together and...
What about now?
Feed that need.
If you really want to know what it's like...
To hold a pillow tight without crying,
But...
Feeling inside your emotions are dying.
Well...
You have got to know me.
'Cause,
I've been there not to leave.
But...
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it, feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it, feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it, feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it.
We can get together and...
Feed that need.
We can get together and...
Feed it.
You Have Got To Know Me
When you feel it.
And it's been fed...
To leave drenched sheets,
Drippin' that wetness off the bed.
You Have Got To Get To Know Me
When you feel it.
And it's been fed...
To leave drenched sheets,
Drippin' wetness off the bed.
You Have Got To Know Me
When you feel it.
And it's been fed...
To leave drenched sheets,
Drippin' that wetness off the bed.
You Have Got To Know Me
When you feel it.
You Have Got To Know Me
When you feel it,
And it's fed...
To leave the legs shaking off of the bed.
You Have Got To Get To Know Me
When you feel it.
And it's been fed...
To leave drenched sheets,
Drippin' wetness off the bed.
You Have Got To Know Me
To feel it.
You Have Got To Know Me
To know when it's fed.
To know me.
You Have Got To Know Me
To know when it's fed.
To know me.
You Have Got To Know Me
To know when it's fed.
To know me.
You Have Got To Know Me
To know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet)
They are not those who used to feed us
When we were young--they cannot be -
These shapes that now bereave and bleed us?
They are not those who used to feed us, -
For would they not fair terms concede us?
- If hearts can house such treachery
They are not those who used to feed us
When we were young--they cannot be!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Feed the Need In Me
Bleeding...
Desire!
I wish to satisfy...
A smoldering tempered fire,
Inside of me.
Hungered from the pain,
Sustaining that remains,
To feed!
And wishes quick release.
That leaves me wanting...
With urges to feed,
This need in me!
And I am haunted!
With wants to be set free...
And emptied!
Feed...
The need in me!
Whenever I'm overcomed,
I'm wishing more than some.
And I am needing...
To be free,
Of a bleeding need...
To feed and breathe!
Feed...
The need in me.
I wish to satisfy...
This hunger here inside!
Feed...
The need in me.
Wanting to be free,
To explore my destiny.
Feed...
The need in me.
I wish to satisfy...
This hunger denied,
In me!
Bleeding...
Desire!
I wish to satisfy...
A smoldering tempered fire,
Inside of me.
I want and wish,
A happiness complete...
And free of bleeding need!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Psychos On The Pipe
We don’t sell our bodies to the highest
Or only bidder to feed children
We don’t feed the children
We feed our need
Whatever that may be
Our need for love
Our need for desire
Our need for the poison in our veins
We feed our children to the abuse of strangers
that institutionalized reform of the intellect
to score crystallized rock
to score refined gold
which we wear around our ego
in display of our grandeur and scheming
until we can shoot it through our barrels
to fill the empty of our souls
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poem by Khristian E. Kay
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Those Sexual Innuendos
Innocence has blown up in a puff!
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
And when children think of chicken...
They want to know if the rooster plucks.
And in what position does a chicken cluck.
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.
Those sexual innuendos...
That stir things up.
Are fed to feed attraction,
With a stirring things up!
And made to trap...
Weak minds to keep attracted.
Those sexual innuendos...
That stir things up.
Are fed to feed attraction,
With a stirring things up!
And made to trap...
Weak minds to keep attracted.
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
And when children think of chicken...
They want to know if the rooster plucks.
And in what position does a chicken cluck.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Which is the sexual feed?
She waits for me and I enter the room.
I undress her and she blushes.
I embrace her and she struggles.
My kisses and bites produce cries.
Pinches and licks make her writhe.
Into her when I toss she moans.
I find my sexual feed from her
Not in my manipulations of her
But in the reactions they make in her.
Watching her reaction is my pleasure
Rather than my devouring her flesh.
10.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Need You, I Want You
satisfy my hunger, satisfy my greed
satisfy my longing, satisfy my need
satisfy my yearning, satisfy my desire
satisfy my craving, with your hose put out my fire
Take me to paradise, take me away
Take me to heaven, every single day
Feed me with your passion, feed me with your soul
Feed me with your fruit, feed me with your control
I need you to want me, I need you to be here
I need you to control me, for you are my puppeteer
Control me with your love, control me with your mind
control me however you want. I do not mind
For I am under your spell, and whatever you want i will give
For without you i am nothing, without you i do not want to live
poem by Katherine Shaw
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Know that a monkey is on your back
There is a monkey on your back
At any point of time each one of us is carrying a monkey on the back.
Whether you like it or not your thoughts, words and deeds are determined by this very powerful monkey.
This monkey is nothing but a personification of the tasks either
assigned to you or taken up on your own.
The life line of the monkey is the strong desire that you nurse to
accomplish these tasks.
You may not know that you only feed this monkey and make it naughty.
They quality of your feed and its extent depend on your knowledge, attitude and earlier practices.
Often, wittingly or unwittingly we act only to get rid of the monkey.
Unfortunately, if one monkey goes the other is just taking its place.
And you think, talk and act accordingly.
Some wise people, are they really wise, pass on the monkey to some other’s back tactfully, so the monkey is rid off, but still alive. This is what
exactly happens in a work environment.
Know your monkeys and their feeds.
Fail not to feed them in time, as monkeys should be fed or shot to death. Otherwise, they will starve to death, forcing you to conduct postmortem.
Keep monkeys' population below the maximum number you can probably feed.
Feed monkeys only by appointment, otherwise you will be feeding them at odd hours.
Feed monkeys personally, if left to others, they may feed wrong and/or in unacceptable doses.
Each monkey is unique, hence its feed and frequency of feed differs.
No monkey stays long. They know when to leave you as once the monkey is satisfied with your hospitality it jumps off your back.
The new monkey on your back is the task to know whether monkeys are there or not on your back.
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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You Deliver Great Impressions
Feed their dreams.
Not their anxieties.
Avoid the realities...
Of their living days.
Don't exclude their delusions.
Use them to excite.
Use them to ignite their hopes.
With intoxicated appetites.
Feed them a vision...
Of what a greatness means.
Feed them and sustain their attention.
Then do nothing you mentioned
With an intention that is 'seen'.
You deliver great impressions!
But none of that expresses...
What your suggestions are,
For cleaning up your mess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feed Me Love
Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
Has not left my appetite encouraged,
One bit!
Feed me some love as a main course.
Do not tease me with it as if it is dessert!
Whatever you say it will do for me,
I want that fed to me as an entrée first.
Feed me with it to quench my thirst.
Do not tease the love I hunger and deserve.
Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
Has not left my appetite encouraged,
One bit!
Feed me love,
And fill me up with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enough Money Spent On Wars
What agony; accumulative emotive costs;
feed needle; soul destroying drug addictions?
What monstrous greed
cloaked in racial hatred;
fed with religious hatred
feeds covert wars justified?
When will we; with humanity feed;
with compassion; brothers sisters imprisoned;
in race conflict; poverty dying discarded;
in ignored horrors; extant third world?
Ban every earth war feed our poor
not capitalist corporate baron robbers;
glutted on global sly sweat shop wages
slum lord rents death reaped war profits?
Misery is waste residue of souls
which seek self pleasure materialism;
instead of gift of giving to others
oiled crimes greases palms capitalism.
It is still universally eternally true
it is better to give than to receive;
to sow sacred love not bile hatred
sow prosperity not starvation greed.
Enough money to buy drugs
to support epidemic addictions;
who will feed our suffering world?
Enough money spent on wars
to house all our earth's homeless;
who will house humanities homeless?
Who will feed the poor?
Ban every war feed the poor.
No need to ask who will bank on feed;
crime world exploitation materialism?
Spend money spent on wars
to house all earth's homeless;
feed our poor do not feed wars.
Souls who feed world materialism
will not house human immortal souls;
while flesh rots in blown away dust
in greedy winds of war greed lust.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Assets
O flowing river feed the well
Before you leave and say: “farewell”
You've gone away, the well is dry
I often ask and wonder why
It’s just a hole, an empty shell
O flowing river feed the well
You said that you would never end
And I believed you were a friend
I love that well, there is no doubt
It’s since dried up and left a drought
O flowing river feed the well
And keep me safe within your spell
The river’s gone, the well dried up
It left me with an empty cup
I'm lost in this financial hell
O flowing river feed the well
poem by Amera Andersen
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