Un-suppressible is sex
To steal, to kill and to fight
Are all the basic instincts,
From abstinence of which
We suffer not much,
Guilt well under control.
To woo, to flirt and to court
Also form from sex-instincts,
To restrain from which
We suffer a lot.
Lust is the taproot,
Others only laterals.
08.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The wise and the vice
You will not correct your wrongs
Unless your instincts dictate it.
You will not change your habits
Unless your instincts warrant it.
You cannot love or hate
Unless your instincts support them.
You cannot practise honesty
Unless your instincts promote it.
To grow wise will not terminate vice.
03.08.2008
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Variety is spicy
Take off your eyes; Let your wife flirt with someone.
Take off your eyes; Let your husband flirt with someone.
Flirting makes spurt Oestrogen and testosterone,
Which will induce you both to mate with vigour as often.
27.02.2000, Palakkad
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In my ideal world, no child would suffer. Charitable instincts would prevail. There would be global acceptance of all different types of people.
quote by Clay Aiken
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The Basic Law Of Survival
when you are so hungry
hungrier than a dog
who cares about the cleanliness of the food
that is available for your taking?
when you are too tired
you do not mind what place is it that sleep takes you
you just dropp dead
and snore
in the most basic instincts
man can be anything
in the worst form of our emptiness
whatever is it that fills us for the meantime
we shall take in
we do not bother if it comes from God anymore
heaven and hell become nothing in the making
it is the basic law of survival
religion, morality, ethical standards
do not matter.
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Instincts’ effects
Instincts-
Quick to act,
Faithful in act,
But is ignorant
Of its repercussion.
Instincts are to save oneself
But often lead one to a fall.
22.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Which path is realistic?
Surrendering to God is the Hindu’s faith.
Service to humanity is the Christian’s gospel.
Abstinence from matter is the Buddhist’s truth.
Sex and ecstasy is the Tantra’s practice..
Which goal is realistic?
20.02.2000, Palakkad
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Lust less is listless
Lust is born with the embryo
With-in the mother’s womb,
To grow with it as basic instincts.
Conscience is born with the birth of psycho
With-out the mother’s womb,
To grow as many-fold ethics.
Lust strives to quench the thirst
For food, water and, most the sex,
Never ending till the last.
Conscience strides to uphold Ego,
With search for love, name and safety,
Often putting down the Lust.
When fed, Lust brings cheer.
When fed, Ethic quells fear.
Who dares, gets cheer.
Too much under the sway of Ethic
One ends up one’s life sans cheer;
Suppressed is the Lust.
Lust, when maimed or chopped,
Its root is never cut, nor dead.
Rather it deranges or spearheads.
Which is why Lust sneaks out its head,
When thwarted, to get fed
And breeds cheers behind the door.
Erotic pleasure has no equals.
Forgo it not, by being ethical.
22.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Suffer The Night
I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry
I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise
I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive
I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why
I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying
I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind
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Suffer
Something deep inside of me
That when it comes it wont bring too much prolong
I dont know how hard itll be when I suffer
Affection is a start for me, I hope its gonna move on
This time its gonna be hard for me, I dont wanna suffer
I fight it hard when it tears my heart
Oh when I want someone I gotta have someone
And when I come to the conclusion
So scared I dont want to fall
Please dont make me suffer
Please dont make me suffer
Did he break his broken heart for you
Oh no mother, he never loved a single other person
This time its gonna be hard for me, I dont want to suffer
I fight it hard when it tears my heart
Oh when I want someone I gotta have someone
And when I come to the conclusion
So scared I dont want to fall
Please dont make me suffer
Please dont make me suffer
Im not hard enough, Im not strong enough
Dont make me suffer
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Beauty of my Instincts,
Beauty of my Instincts,
Beauty of my Instincts is like a Movement of a Tiger,
That we are on the Trodding of Great Growth from Tribulations,
Every plan that God hast for the Fourth Creature is more than a Kingdom.
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Urge survives the organ
Menopause is not the end
For a woman’s lust.
Temper loss is not the end
For a man’s lust.
Teeth loss is not the end
For one’s palate.
Are those a curse or a blessing?
31.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It does not matter what men say in words, so long as their activities are controlled by settled instincts. The words may ultimately destroy the instincts. But until this has occurred, words do not count. - from Science and the Modern World
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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They Lust
They Lust!
Don't let them fool you.
Under that self righteous,
'Holier-than-thou' veneered exterior...
They lust.
That's the only thing they do,
That can be trusted.
They lust.
Whether it's sex, violence
Or drugs from others they sell to bust!
They lust.
The weapons they legalize to hunt and kill,
Just for thrills to satisfy their mental ills.
They lust!
And stealing and lieing with covered up shrills!
They lust.
Don't let them fool you.
If they didn't...
They wouldn't be asking God,
To forgive them for what they do!
They lust and pray.
And take they do from others that way!
They lust.
Deluded...
By their own self deception.
And this is not admitted.
Nor will they quit it.
They lust.
It's in the fabric they wear.
And dare those who oppose,
This exposure!
Seeking excuses and remedies,
To mask their misdeeds...
Feed and breathe.
They lust!
To protect and gratify their whims!
They lust in view.
And deny that's what they do.
They lust.
Self destructing...
With a willful absence of shame.
They lust...
And it is done,
As they imprison others to blame...
For doing the same.
They lust.
While watching those who suffer.
They lust.
And this excites them!
Even when betraying one another.
They lust.
That's the only thing they do,
That can be trusted.
They lust.
It's in the fabric of their allegiances,
They pledge to keep obeyed.
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If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Instincts’ role
If a fact goes against my instincts
I hardly accept it.
If a fact is in tune with my instincts,
I readily accept it.
Instinct is our judge.
25.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Steal Your Heart Away
All alone we go on day after day
All alone we suffer
Oh, steal your heart away
Its the same old thing in the same old way
All alone we suffer
Oh, steal your heart away
But the lies goes creepin down, down, down
But we were sleeping
Suddenly we hit the ground
So come on, lets go, lets run away
If thats all, all there is
Oh, steal your heart away
Steal your heart away
Steal your heart away
But the lie goes creepin down, down, down
But we were sleeping
Suddenly we hit the ground
So come on, lets go, lets run away
If thats all, all there is
Oh, steal your heart away
The lonely suffer
Steal your heart away
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Roots and shoots to feed
Your phallus is the root tip.
Your brain is the shoot tip.
Legs- root laterals.
Hands- shoot laterals.
Torso is the stem.
Navel is the centre of equilibrium.
No shoot development
without root enrichment.
No root development
without shoot enrichment.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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!
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So I steal not.
Lust is untenable
To be stolen of, I want not;
To be beaten up, I want not;
So I beat not.
To be a cuckold, I want not;
But I cuckold.
Lust is untenable
08.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Someone Else To Blame
Tell for yourself, watch me sweat, watch me crawl
Stretch me on the table, up against the wall
You can see for yourself, but you better not say
Youre working four more hours every other day
See me suffer see me pain
Must be someone else to blame
See me suffer see me pain
Theres more trouble at the dockyard
Partys shouting at the union
Short fuses on their anger
Workers in confusion
Then theres the vandals of the right
They stalk the streets at night
Got someone else to fight
Got someone else to blame
See me suffer...
You can speak for yourself
Before the moment is lost
But I dont wanna shout cos i m counting the cost
Im counting the cost
See me suffer...
(hirst/moginie/gifford)
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