A Cricket Invades The Night
in a rumpled,
black city
homes are sliced in half
the equality demands
the rights of people
sometimes you love a
tormentor
he will be able to wed, albeit
shyly, with the physical
cleaning the love’s deficit
how far the waiting will go
skirting the mist
it was there
in you
in me
a rapist
a serial killer
poem by Satish Verma
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Killer On The Loose
Some people they call me jack
Some people they call me insane
Im looking for somebody
And I dont even know her name
I might be looking for you
Wherever you may be
For there is something Ive got to do to you honey
And its between you and me
Now you might think its funny
Or maybe its a joke
But youve got plenty of reason to worry honey
'cause you wouldnt stand a hope
Theres a killer on the loose again
A killer on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
A ladykiller on the loose
Now Im not trying to be nasty
Or Im not trying to make you scared
But theres a killer on the loose
Or havent you heard
Hell be walking around this town
Just about midnight
Yes, thats chinatown
Thats right
Thats right
Now you might think Im messing
Or he dont exist
But honey Im confessing
Im a mad sexual rapist
Theres a killer on the loose again
A killer on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
A ladykiller on the loose
Ill be standing in the shadows of love
Waiting for you
Dont unzip your zipper
'cause you know Im jack the ripper
Now dont wail, dont...
Theres a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadows
A killer on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
Coming to get you
A ladykiller on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadows of love
A killer on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
Thats right jack
A ladykiller on the loose
Theres a killer on the loose again
Standing in the shadow
A killer on the loose again, of love
Theres a killer on the loose again
Oooh
You better watch out
A killer on the loose
Play that back
Check it back
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Surviving The Game
time…
its hands never tremble
it is slowly passing its scalpel on our faces
like a serial killer in love with its art
only my hands tremble
when I try to shave
I always say to myself
today I have to be more beautiful
perhaps I will meet the sublime
I have been wearing the same clothing
for a lifetime my word
I walk the streets laughing
perhaps I will disappear in this clatter
and time will lose me from sight
yet people turn back to their homes
I am left alone facing the destiny
my hands tremble with love
I am surviving the game where people hide
after each sunset my hands are trembling
a bow to you
who taught me to live by the rule
everything reduces to the one and only clothing
in which I was born I live I die
poem by Ionuţ Caragea from Donator universal (2007), translated by Ioana Tirtirau
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While we are being fascinated by the tales of famous serial killers and how they were brought to justice, the real serial killer goes about his business with hardly a thought to being caught.
Against Their Human Rights
How many times have I heard them say
it’s against his human rights
when a killer goes to court?
Hey, but what about the victim
and his or her family.
Don’t they have human rights too?
Is it only the killers who have human rights?
It really makes you wonder.
They commit a crime against
someone innocent in our society.
Then you get some idiot
starts shouting their punishment
is against their human rights.
Now what would happen if that idiot
lost a family member to some killer?
Would they still be shouting
and waving banners about his human rights?
I sincerely doubt it;
they’d probably say like a lot of us
that the killer has no human rights.
They forfeited them the day
they took someone’s life.
We may forgive them
for what they do,
but they must still take the punishment
the Courts of the land hand down.
13 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Dont You Think It's Time?
children have rights,
women have rights.
lovers have rights.
people of all religions,
and even atheists have rights.
people of all colors,
speaking every language have rights.
trees and rivers have rights.
cats and dogs have rights.
cattle have rights,
homeless people have rights.
prisoners have rights.
democrats and republicans have rights,
even socialists have rights.
the jobless have rights,
old people have rights...
and the hungry have
the right to be fed!
damnit! dont you think it's time?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Perfections to Match
Two people sharing love that's theirs,
Is not...
Rare to find!
But those who say that love's not there...
Do not have love in their minds.
Nor is love something they want or need.
Nor is it something that's delivered,
To choose as they please.
People like that seek,
Fantasies wrapped.
People like that seek,
Perfections to matched.
And people like that,
Are alone in their homes!
Waiting for their phones to ring,
From someone condoned.
Two people sharing love that's theirs,
Is not...
Rare to find!
But those who say that love's not there...
Do not have love in their minds.
People like that seek,
Fantasies wrapped.
People like that seek,
Perfections to matched.
And people like that,
Are alone in their homes!
Waiting for their phones to ring,
From someone condoned.
Nor is love something they want or need.
Nor is it something that's delivered,
To choose as they please.
And people like that seek,
Fantasies wrapped.
And people like that seek,
Perfections to matched.
And people like that,
Are alone in their homes!
Waiting for their phones to ring,
From someone condoned.
Wait they do for phones to ring,
From someone condoned.
People like that seek,
Fantasies wrapped.
People like that seek,
Perfections to matched.
And people like that,
Are alone in their homes!
Moaning and groaning,
No love for them is known.
And people like that,
Moan and groan alone.
And people like that,
Moan and groan alone.
And people like that,
Moan and groan alone.
And people like that are left,
To be on their own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I want to play a character I've never been before-a crazy serial killer like Charlize Theron in Monster. I'd love to have to shave my head.
quote by Jennifer Lawrence
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Love, passion and lust
Love demands no right;
Love demands no weight;
Love demands no return.
A mother thus loves.
Passion demands hold;
Passion demands right;
Passion demands return.
A woman can translate it.
Lust finds no ethics;
Lust exudes no fear.
Lust demands no reason.
A man is adept of it.
2202.10.2000, Vijayavada
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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City Night
Night is lively.
Night is stunning
Night is pleasurable.
Night is sugary like apple pie.
Night is walking towards with hobo.
Night will never end.
Night is dark.
Night is now simple, sweet, calm, amusing.
I am in love with this city night.
City is covered with this pleasant night.
Night is having the shine of city.
Night is getting wilder.
Night is getting cruel.
Time will never stop running.
Night will over with the time.
Another night will come in this city.
I am waiting for the night.
Here city shed tears
Here city chuckle like a little kid.
Here city dance with the mysterious wind.
I am in love with this city night.
Night never stops coming.
Night will never break its rule.
It will come over and over in this cold blooded city.
But I will never stop loving this city night.
Night is resting.
It will come again into my little black book.
poem by Farzana Hossain
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We are worried about the size of the deficit, which is why the president is pleased that the House and Senate have followed his lead in cutting the deficit in half over the next five years.
quote by Ken Mehlman
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Chemical Love
People goin round
Tellin others they are square
Around and round in circles
Is a ride that goes somewhere
All you need to fly
Is a heart dying to try
A chemical love
Its a chemical love
Aint nothin to it
Gettin cash when you are broke
Doin lots of time
Is worth a little snort of coke
Infected needles
Can aid you in no time
Through chemical love
Youve got a chemical love
Some people crave for physical love
Some people crave material love
Yet fewer crave for spiritual love
Youve got a chemical jones
Youve got a chemical love
Yeah, a chemical love
Youve got chemical love
Some people find themselves hooked on the
Weirdest things
That have nothing to do with living
Gods gift to us is our life whats ours to him
If its not our love, then nothings given, given
Some people crave for physical love
Some people crave material love
Yet fewer crave for spiritual love
Youve got a chemical jones
For a chemical love
Yes its true
The best things in life are free
Not material
Chemical or physically
Try it for yourself
Youll get a guaranteed high
From spiritual love, natural miracle drug
Some people crave for physical love
Some people crave material love
Yet fewer crave for spiritual love
Youve got a chemical jones
Youve got a chemical love
Youve got a chemical love
For a chemical drug
Some people crave for physical love
Some people crave material love
Yet fewer crave for spiritual love
You need a spiritual jones
For that spiritual love
Im talking to you
We all could do with spiritual jones
For some spiritual love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Still Waiting
All my friends tell me
About the loves theyve had
Cant they see what theyre doing to me?
It makes me feel so bad
cause Im so alone
And brokenhearted
It aint like my life is ended
But more like it never started
The love my friends rap about I keep anticipating
I try so hard but dont you know, my patience is fading away
Still waiting
Im waiting for that love
Still waiting
I wish on every star above
Still waiting
Waiting for the love to come around
Oh, love.
Waiting for the love to come around
People say that Im too young
Too young to fall in love
But they dont know, they really dont know
Thats all that Ive been dreaming of
cause I spend my nights just a-crying
And I spend my days just a-trying
To find that love to call my own
cause Im sick and tired of being alone
Still waiting
Waiting for that love
Still waiting
I wish on every star above
Still waiting
Im waiting for the love to come around.
(waiting for the love) dont you know that Im waiting
(waiting for the love) say..
(waiting for the love) to come around now
I need somebody to hold on to baby
Waiting and waiting, dont you know that im
Still waiting
Im waiting for the love, sugar
Still waiting
If youre out there girl, please come to me
Still waiting
Dont make me cry no more
Still waiting
If youre out there, baby, please come to me
Still waiting
Wishing and wishing for days, baby
Still waiting
If youre out there, girl, please come to me
Still waiting
song performed by by Prince
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Long live the new flesh!
Where evil dwells
Northport, l.i.
Mutilation murder
Grisly sacrificial slaughter
Knights of the black circle
Stabbed him in the woods
At the sound of crow-call (croak-all)
He said, "i love thee, satan" (satin)
Half burnt body found
Buried in a shallow grave
Stabbed him in the throat
Stab!
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Where evil dwells
Northport, long island
Mutilation moider
Grisly sacrificial slaughter
Forsake your homosexuality
Half burnt body found
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Where evil dwells
Northport long island
Half burnt body found
Naked in a leather mask
Mutilation murder
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Kasso killer... long live the new flesh, kasso killer... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long live the new flesh... long live the new flesh
Long!
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Early Works - Misty City
City’s lights like dotted jewels
glow and blink on night’s velvet gown
mist of white blanket
creates ghostly shapes under light.
Foghorn in bay like monster’s roar
breaks silence in the city’s white crown
people, collars hugging neck
wander on their forever trek.
Quiet cities, misty city,
city by the bay,
listen to the monster baying
at your open door.
“Let us in. Let us in.” they say
and blares another trumpet blast.
“Let us in. Let us in.”.
Your white guardian to pass.
Sleeping city, misty city,
city with halo crown
people in their pastures lay
arms unfurled on bodies round.
Silent demands on shadows lay
across the still waters of the bay.
Ghostly crown holds no pity
welcomes no one to the misty city.
15 June 1978
poem by David Harris
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Killer Inside Me
Inside me....
A killer is king...
This reign will make me strong...
Strong enough to heal my wounds...
Heal my scars...
You don't give me a damn...
Never mind...
Feels like a disdained..
In this cruel world..
Killer Inside me....
Go..
We don't need another mess...
Go dig your grave...
Go drill your purple heart...
Then feel your mouth with all those money you'll save...
Killer inside me...
People called me psycho...
Hahaha...
Kill them all...
Give me senryus...
I wanna sleep...
Killer Inside me...
Killer drag me to hell...
I wanna all morphine...
That black blood flows from my veins...
Killer Inside me...
Silence...
Emancipation...
In the end..
Killer murdered me...
That killer....
Still inside me in my grave....
poem by Utsav Patel
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Equality of rights means that some people cannot simply impose obligations on others, for the moral agency and rights of those others would then be violated.
quote by Tom G. Palmer
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The Equation of Love
August 1st 1997, William S. Burroughs, a tired, elderly recluse,
whose arm had seen a thousand needles,
and whose hand had accidentally taken the life of his wife, Joan, in Mexico city,
sought to solve the equation of love.
The scribbles in his notebook composed his final journal entry
August 1st 1997,
Love? What is it?
Most natural pain
Killer what there is.
LOVE
Love - a natural pain killer - the cure for suffering
The answer - as far as he was concerned.
The next day - he would die.
He died having accepted love - but his approach was flawed
It wasn't his answer that was wrong, but the question.
Not what is love
But which love is
True love?
Love of self?
Love of others?
Love of God?
Love of country?
Platonic love?
Unrequited love?
Or what the Buddhists suggest
No love.
Where excess good can be as damaging as excess bad.
And that balance is key.
poem by C.S. Smith
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Every one of my books is written from the viewpoint of cops, with the exception of my book Killer on the Road, which is written from the viewpoint of a serial killer.
quote by James Ellroy
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Well I think that the mind of a serial killer and the mind of the detectives represent the duality we face as people.
quote by Paul Guilfoyle
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Malaysiana - Honourable Malays
i love the old malays
the tunkus, the mahathirs,
abdullahs, razaks
who prove to us
you can be what
you want to be in Malaysia
without even what you call special rights
they win respect all round
i dislike young malays
who harp on special rights
day and night as if without these rights
they would be nothing, losers
yet when projects are in their hands
trade their rights away for money
what a shame!
i love the old malays
who achieve a world of success
with what little they had
in them is the spirit
of the famous kancil
that flung a dog into a river
with his killer kick
to inspire a great empire
i love the old malays
who never a single moment
think themselves inferior to any
legs, feet, hands, or grey matter
achievers who scale the ladder of
success the swiftness of eagles
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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