The escape mechanism
Escape is the cheapest
And the most convenient weapon
Which the clever wield
To blunt the swords held by the brave.
09.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The escapes
Fight is an escape from fear.
Art is an escape from deprivation.
Love is an escape from perversion.
Ambition is an escape from sloth.
Goodness is an escape from depravity.
Life is an escape from death.
Every escape gives you relief
28.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Which is chaste?
My eyes are sharper than swords.
Your attention was held.
My words are sharper than eyes.
Your heart was won.
My pen is sharper than words.
Your senses struggle.
Is my sharpest weapon blunt
‘Cause your senses are strong?
No, your senses are iron sheathed.
Else, your senses are the weakest.
The senses shown can be visible.
Hence you dread to show.
The shown heart, who knows?
Hence, you dare to concede.
Heart, more precious, is given.
Yet you guard your senses.
Throne is lost; sword is guarded.
War is lost; battle is waged.
Kings are friendly; subjects only war.
Heart is given; senses are withheld.
Visibly chaste; Invisibly what?
13.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Silence, a weapon
Silence misread, one is misled.
Silence taken for ‘no’ costs chances.
Silence taken for ‘yes’ brings trouble.
Silence over read, the goal is lost.
Silence under read, the bus is missed.
Silence is a mysterious weapon,
With which the clever get away.
30.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Magic
The magic had failed just then,
Training a hand to a weapon;
The cocked weapon was itself,
The magical weapon was itself.
He needed to obey the weapon,
You dress and bind your wrists,
But the sword snaps in them,
Falling apart and then the magic enters!
A place for your hands has no choice,
What are you now that magic appeared?
There is no escape, no where to provide
And foresee to exact the retribution.
The person also ordered his chest
To expand and release the lungs,
For his magical tricks could foresee
Why he was a magician.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The alternate routs
The alternate path is not as comfortable.
The new fashion is not as convenient.
Yet we adopt them just for a change.
22.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Escape
Escape
Escape
That one word resonates in my mind
I need an escape a reprieve from
All this energy surrounding me
Escape
Escape
I want to be let out for awhile
To be free and alone
To do what I want without interference
Escape
Escape
I don't wanna hear arguing
Or little petty problems
I want to not have to do anything
Escape
Escape
I want to Escape
poem by Autumn Winds
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Weapons of Mass Destruction
The Holy Roman Empire and Alexander The Great
Exterminate the globe, with extreme prejudice,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The European Inquisition, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Holy Christian Crusades, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The Manifest Destiny and land expansion, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Globalization and commercialization of the many rain forests,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Comprehensive sanctions is economic violence,
A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The procreation of religion and God, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Democratizing the whole world, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
The extermination of The Iroquois Confederation, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
World domination the salvation of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
War, is the greatest Weapon of Mass Destruction
The justification for annihilation of, The Constitution
The constitution of retribution, the absolution of, A Weapon of Mass Destruction.
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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The Sickness!
if you cant buy it,
sell it, trade it,
wield it like a weapon,
or use it as a tool
to manipulate or abuse people
for your own profit...
you dont want it!
and therein lies the sickness
that destroys the human condition.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love rests on influence
Your love for someone
Is linked with the influence
You wield on them.
With clutches releasing
The intimacy is relaxing.
Brake broken, hatred sets in.
04.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Adult World's
Interesting World....
Someone wanting something
from you or paid by you.
Words untold
Feelings behold:
TREATS.
Clever thinking
' You know they could sue you if...'
' You know it would be better for you if...'
Thinking on what is best 'for you',
'A friend' on session,
Not asking you to do something,
instead a suggestion.
World filled of BLA, BLA, BLA
Busy for that is Cinderella:
Give me the truth in summary,
or go away and think and say,
ONLY what is BEST for YOURSELF.
Clever Thinking,
Money Digging,
UGLY meaning.
(For the Water Heater - 09/15/2007)
poem by Florida Angel
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Clever father, clever daughter; clever mother, clever son.
With Acceptance As If Selected
Too convenient has been made a dropping that exists,
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With a leaving those in silence,
If they choose to resist.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Just too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The revenge
Revenge is not that bad.
Besides, it is the weapon
The god has used through others
To punish the wrong doers.
18.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Too Brave Are Those Orphaned
Too brave are those orphaned by a society.
And unaccustomed to display their fears.
Too brave these days are they not given consideration,
For the challenges they must face.
And unlike others given options to escape.
Too brave are the ones living alone,
To adapt immediately to situations...
Others could not and will not condoned.
Perhaps from a feeling of being trapped,
To accept conditions they wish they could disown.
And too brave are they unspoiled by fantasies.
With a speaking of their minds,
Regardless who opposes and may disagree...
When given an opportunity to be upfront,
And express from their hearts an honesty.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Escape
Paint on my cruel or happy face
I hide me behind it
It takes me inside another place where no-one can find it
Escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Don't get me wrong
Don't get me right
I'm not like you are
When I get home from work at night
I'm blacker and bluer
So I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Where am I running to?
There's no place to go
Just put on my makeup and get me to the show
Yeah
Escape
My doctor said just come around
You'll be taken care of
And while he ran my problems down
I stole his mascara
That's how I escape
I get out when I can
Escape
Anytime I can
Escape
I'm crying in my beer Escape
Just get me out of here
Escape
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The Weapon
We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us...
He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him...
Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see what they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they're afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them...
song performed by by Rush
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Life is cry
I count, I count, I wield, I wield
And I will leave, my presence felt.
It’s ego’s cry.
I want, I want, I have, I have,
And I will leave, my hunger met.
It’s senses’ cry.
I love, I love, I woo, I woo
And I will leave, women’s heart wet.
It is man’s cry.
I lure, I lure, I stir, I stir,
And I will leave, men’s heart hurt.
It’s woman’s cry.
I bear, I bear, I rear, I rear
And I will leave, children intact.
It’s mother’s cry.
Everyone cries, everyone must cry
As the cry is life and life is cry.
It’s the world’s cry.
I see you cry, I hear you cry.
I’m the referee; it is my sport.
It is the God’s cry.
The new born must cry, we all wish.
We must cry, the dying men wish.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hold On
I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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The best weapon of a dictatorship is secrecy, but the best weapon of a democracy should be the weapon of openness.
quote by Niels Bohr
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In isolation
You lose your friend with whom you are clever.
They may not be clever enough to match.
They'd be clever enough to deduct you.
You will then end up in isolation.
26.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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