The use dulls senses
Coal dust the celeries are inured to
Does not throw to them any shabbiness.
Rich food the millionaires are inured to
Would not grant them any appetite.
A cute wife one is in possession of
Would not be an object of attraction
22.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Being used to
Suffering is not a suffering
Once one is inured to it.
Beauty is no longer a beauty
Once one is inured to it.
06.10.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Morning
THE skies were jaded, while the famous sun
Slack of his office to confute the fogs
Lay sick abed; but I, inured to duty,
Sat for my food. Three hours each day we souls,
Who might be angels but are fastened down
With bodies, most infuriating freight,
Sit fattening these frames and skeletons
With filthy food, which they must cast away
Before they feed again.
poem by John Crowe Ransom
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Expendable Youth
Gun down cold on a raw deal
Home turf my battlefield
In no one's way caught in a crossfire
Stray bullets can kill
Expendable youths
Fighting for possession
Having control the principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution
Inured soul lies on the ground
Head blown off face down
Lying in a pool of blood
An accidental death homicide
Expendable youths
Fighting for possession
Having control the principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution
Struggling to survive
The drug induced warfare
To have control and principle obsession
Expendable youth fighting for possession
Violence is only a friend
Expendable youths
Fighting for possession
Having control the principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution
song performed by by Slayer from Seasons In The Abyss
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Coal-Truck
I am a coal-truck
Carrying gold dust.
Someone threw some
Coal-dust upon
My gold-dust.
I am a coal-truck
In a gold mine.
Someone struck a coal vein
And piled me full in vain.
I am a coal-truck
Covered in subterranean dust.
Someone shovelled my soil
And found an ancient bone
All coiled.
I am a coal-truck
Waiting for the rain.
The sun is my rail
The night my shed.
I am a coal-truck
Rumbling all the way.
Wash me in the rain-storm
And fill me full of coke
Until I choke.
(©: T. Wignesan,1957 - Pub. in 'Forum Academicum', Heidelberg University,1957; from the collection: Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961)
poem by T. Wignesan
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I remained Ryan's companion on the Hollywood party circuit, growing inured to sex and drugs before I was in my teens.
quote by Tatum O'Neal
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You have come to a stage where you almost have to work on yourself. You know, on finding some tranquility with which to respond to these things, because I realize that the biggest risk that many of us run is beginning to get inured to the horrors.
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A handful of men, inured to war, proceed to certain victory, while on the contrary, numerous armies of raw and undisciplined troops are but multitudes of men dragged to the slaughter.
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But if we continue in sin, and rebel and harden our hearts, we shall become so inured and fixed in it, that it will be natural, and we shall choose it from time to time.
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Parenthood is not an object of appetite or even desire. It is an object of will. There is no appetite for parenthood; there is only a purpose or intention of parenthood.
quote by Robin G. Collingwood
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Dust In The Wind
Dust thrown to the wind
Where does this truly begin?
When will it come to an end
Deja vu
Split in two
Whose who
I'm through with all the bullshit I've heard from you
Totally cut off
Seclusion
Walking into an illusion
Never ever land
Who has a plan?
Dust thrown to the wind
Where does this truly begin
When will it come to an end
Deja vu
Split in two
Whose who
Am I the undertaker?
Am I the heart breaker?
The one you never see coming
Till I'm gone
Took off running
Back to the hills
No more thrills
Dust thrown to the wind
Where does this truly begin?
When will it come to an end
Deja vu
Split in two
Whose who
What is a friend?
What is a lover?
Such words bring so much misery
Hate to love
Love to hate
Can anyone see the irony
Attraction isn't the same as destiny
A choice that is like not in me
Its just more dust
I throw it to the wind
Hoping I never see it again
Its just more dust
I throw it to the wind
Hoping I never see it again
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The poor looks for food and the rich man for appetite.
Object
You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause i can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there
Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And i want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause i don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object
song performed by by Cure
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Dog Food
Pop
Im hanging around that same old scene
My girlfriend betsy shes just fourteen
Theres nothing better for me to do
Im living on dog food
Dog food is so good for you
It makes you strong and clever too
Dog food is a current craze
Eat some every day
I chew up my sunday mirror
I read about the rich I fear
Dog food is my whole life
Dog food composes my wife
Yum yum yum - woof woof woof - arf arf
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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The poor man seeks for food, the rich man for appetite.
Have Desire To Have
Have money,
Plenty of money,
or little money,
Have appetite,
Have no time,
we are hungry,
and then become angry.
Have appetite,
Burning appetite,
Churning appetite,
dizzy appetite.
Have appetite,
Have plenty of time, but
Have no money.
People are hungry,
and they are hungry as always.
Angry are hungry,
anger for better things,
Better fast food,
better service,
better facilities
Hungry people are angry,
anger for basic food,
Just to fill the pit,
that churns day and night,
not knowing,
What is available to a man.
Hunger is the turning point,
when insufficiency is pointed.
Hunger is an insult,
when inefficiency is noted.
Let us have the desire,
to have a better world,
where no human,
go and sleep with hungry.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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To Hold A Beauty
I desire to hear
How best the things are
That I wear or keep.
That is why I spend.
I will resent hearing
How cute my wife is.
Then why get a cute wife?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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'Let him go, ' she said,
no cash, too bright, tho' he's cute
I grant you, he's cute.'
poem by Morgan Michaels
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If I Were An Object
If I were an object
I would be a guitar
So that my man would hold me
Close to his heart
He'll hold me, carress me
Touch me, fondle me
And I'll have no recourse but to sing
The sweetest song he'll ever hear
If I were an object of desire
I'd be his guitar
For I know he will never go far
I'll be his sole obsession
a life-long affliction
Subject to his unwavering
affection and dedication
I will conquer his soul
He will be my possession
In return I will grant him
His longed-for absolution
And he will never want to put me down
For he can never get enough of that sound
The notes he'll never reach
The song that makes him weep
The sound of a woman...
... still sighing... while he sleeps....
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
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Coal need not be proud.
I have no fancy for coal
But I have for her hair,
Which is like coal.
I have no fancy for pearl
But I have for her teeth,
Which are like pearls.
I am not crazy about deer
But I have for her shyness.
Which is like deer’s.
They need not be proud
For I like her for them.
21.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The wife, unassailable
Being instant food to his starvation,
Being a site of his ownership and
Being the ground of his seed to take shape,
I feel safe with my base intact as wife.
16.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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