Creepy-The Sitting Duck!
So much has been exposed ALREADY-
So many players have been named...! ! !
And your publicity-even though bad-has spotlighted you...! ! !
Into the possible perp of 'Criminal Fame';
To say that you and yours are the number 1 suspects...
On a list near a full page long...
Would be an understatement...
But you continue-to write about doing wrong;
With your oft' hidden intimidating threats...
That are so easily caught...! ! !
It doesn't take a Criminal Profiler...
To see what you are STILL all about! ;
But in your little cruel life...! ! !
You prpbably say-what the hey...
My wife left and had an abortion to boot...
So i might as well spread the misery 'round this day! ! ! ;
And in your green pea brain...
You think any kind of publicity is okay...
Even if it is: 'criminally horrific'
You truly make: 'THE WATCHERS' day;
Dedicated to: Andy Shew
And S. P. and R.
*** The ASCPA***
*** THSOA***
May 6,2010
If anyone on this site is wondering- a lot of my poetry is about
our family being victimized. All of this when i am
Suffering from heart disease and a very serious chronic illness
That could take my life any time.
***I would like to thank my very kind friends who have helped me
With this and continue to moniter this whole situation.
Without you i would not know even half what i know.***
Also, i owe a great big thank you to My God!
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Criminal Kind
You got a criminal mind, you got criminal looks
Boy you better look out, youre gonna get hooked
Dont you ever feel guilty when you come up short
Man you better be careful, youre gonna get caught
cause youre the criminal kind, youre the criminal kind
Man what you gonna do? where you gonna hide?
Theyre callin you a sickness, disease of the mind
Man what you go nna do? youre the criminal kind
Dont you ever get tired? dont you ever wanna quit?
Yeah its been a long time, and you still dont fit
Dog tags on the mirror, hangin down from a chain
Give up little sister, this aint gonna change
cause youre the criminal kind, youre the criminal kind
Man what you gonna do? where you gonna hide?
Theyre callin you a sickness, disease of the mind
Man what you gonna do? youre the criminal kind
Yeah, and that little girl you used to know
Just dont come around no more
Now she aint there to watch the door
She dont wanna die in no liquor store
I hope they all made money, I hope they all get rich
Yeah, I hope they give hell, to every son of a bitc h
That put a man on the carpet
Or struck him out on the line
Whoever let him get a taste of the criminal life
cause youre the criminal kind, youre the criminal kind
Man what you gonna do? where you gonna hide?
Theyre calli n you a sickness, disease of the mind
Man what you gonna do? youre the criminal kind
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Publicity is the life of this culture - in so far as without publicity capitalism could not survive - and at the same time publicity is its dream.
quote by John Berger
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Criminal World
You never told me of your other faces
You were the widow of a wild cat
And now I know about your special kisses
And I know you know where thats at
I guess I recognise your destination
I think I see beneath your make-up
What you want is so separation
This is no ordinary
This is no ordinary
(oh, oh, oh)
What a criminal world
The boys are like baby-faced girls
What a criminal girl
Shell show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mothers son
The only thing that she enjoys
Is a criminal world
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
Youve got a very heavy reputation
But no-one knows about your low-life
I know a way to find a situation
And hold a candle to your high-life disguise
You caught me kneeling at your sisters door
That was no ordinary stick-up
Im well aware just what youre looking for
I am no ordinary
I am no ordinary
(oh, oh, oh)
What a criminal world
The boys are like baby-faced boys
What a criminal girl
Shell show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mothers son
The only thing that she enjoys
Is a criminal world
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
Baby-faced boys
Baby-face
What a criminal world
What a criminal
Criminal
What a criminal world
What a criminal
Criminal
song performed by by David Bowie
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Publicity, publicity, publicity is the greatest moral factor and force in our public life.
quote by Joseph Pulitzer
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H-K (Hunter-Killer)
The conscious man is dead
And I buried him
Beneath this scarred tissue
Armored skeleton
The machine is now alive
Desensitized with open eyes
Powered by an angry mind
And is refueled by those I despise
I've become what the detest
A delinquent survivalist
Without fear and no regrets
They fu*king say
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I must steal to survive
I must kill to moralize
Leaving people victimized
Fuels my angst inside
I'm your judge
And your jury
You don't get an attorney
With my verdict of guilty
An execution in fury
The machine is now alive
To wreak havoc in your lives
There's no use to hold me back
I am ready to attack
Repeat second verse
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
song performed by by Fear Factory from Demanufacture
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter II: Criminal
Good criminal will judge like a cop
Bad criminal will think as a victim
Smart criminal will use the brain
Fool criminal will be burned by emotion
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Euthanasia Feb 5th 2011
Somehow or other, old age crept up on me - slowly at first,
And if you are lucky too, this could happen to you but there’s worse,
It’s not knowing the time and date of your approaching death,
You know; the day and time you will take your last and final breath.
You just can’t take an euthanasia pill and kick the bucket,
Can’t do it in Ontario, Nova Scotia or Nantucket,
But you can do it in Switzerland, Washington or Oregon,
And there’s no such place on the Internet where you can logon.
Though death can be arranged at the abortion clinic every day,
You can’t arrange your own death with dignity - no possible way,
It’s a criminal offence and if you lived; you could be in jail,
Though those at the abortion clinic, are considered okay.
Something should be done, so I can plan my way out of this life,
I know it’s a sin, a criminal offence and full of strife,
If the appointed Supreme Court could change abortion laws,
Why can’t they decide to add on a death with dignity clause?
Feb 5th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Anniversary
It reminded me off years of marriage
Life passed easily on simple carriage
Happy days with joy and I could manage
Nothing went wrong with time and passage
Bad days and cruel luck would have it
Lamp went off suddenly and could not be lit
Fate severely struck with perfect hit
He was taken away within a minute
I was dumbfounded and could not cry
Asked repeatedly for what crime and why?
Was there no alternative to spare him on earth?
Did not you think what will be condition aftermath?
I have witnessed many marriage anniversaries
all gave me enough joy and no worries
this only one incidence has saddened me so much
Great vacuum created in life and not easy to fill as such
It has left me in shock and completely paralyzed
Situation is so delicate and can't be analyzed
It has left deep scare on my shrinking mind
Unable to think positively and new alternatives to find
Every year you will come and take me off
I may not cry but can not hold the bluff
Will it be great tribute if I hold your memory fast?
It will remain with life till I breathe it last
I shall nobly act as you had desired
you teased always and got my work admired
who knew you will leave me alone to expire?
Your work may lead and thoughts to aspire
I shall continue to hold your spirit and strive
your ideas will remain alive and live and I shall revive
I shall make it livelier than life
I shall prove it to be honest as dedicated wife
Every year it will bring new lease of life and message
I will have to hold it fast to make smooth passage
No matter hold old I become with time and age
You memory will be fine print on the page
Life is simple mission to carry on
on real ground no battle is lost or won
It has to be taken as holy task
No pretence to be shown by wearing mask
It must not be go or no go situation
Life should be updated with evaluation
it demands sacrifice for any revolution
Power not in one hand but with complete devolution
It is not easy to forget happy moments
they were die hard and lovely movements
we may take it as reality of on going struggle
Life may end any time as water with bubble
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Undervalued for Friend Leslie Alexis
Some gain fame undeservedly
The spot light of publicity
can transform a nonentity
into a new celebrity.
Like shooting stars across the sky
they brightly glow and quickly die.
They do not last although they try
Because there is no reason why.
They achieved fame in the first place.
They disappear and leave no trace.
Becoming just another face
amongst the teeming human race.
Replaced by some other would be
famous well known celebrity.
Selected by the powers that be
who can control publicity.
What makes me really furious
they have nothing to offer us.
At least nothing that’s serious
They act the fool and make a fuss.
The worship of celebrities
is a modern age disease.
Which fills me with a vague unease
It may be that I’m hard to please.
I must admit that it is true
Perhaps you think the way I do
I’m sure that there are many who
don’t get the recognition due.
Whilst some so called celebrity
receives unearned publicity
The heroes we don’t hear or see
languish in obscurity.
Nobody seems to recognise
the little men the working guys
are worth more than celebrities
who gained their fame by blatant lies.
6-Nov-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Controlling Man
Your heart, your body can never heal
From back when you were given, a raw deal
He kept you in a cage with no bars
And even now you can feel the scars
Didn't let you have family or friends
Would buy jewelry to make amends
He kept you scared most of the time
Took years off your life, in your prime
He'd make promises he wouldn't keep
Couldn't get out, you were in too deep
He was so demanding, a controller of your life
He had it all planned when he made you his wife
These kind of men are weak and mean
They can't love normally, they make a scene
He can't go on without you, you've become his obsession
He doesn't really love you, only a possession
They are cunning and cruel in their game of love
Once they reel you in, they will begin to shove
You're better off to live your life alone
Than to reap what he has sewn
Fear and pain will keep you bound to him
Get out while you can, or your life will be grim!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Pistol
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
We dont need no intervention
Keep your cover on information
We got boys down at the station
Take the floor, break the law
Call it crime prevention
Got a grip on the population
Know your name and number, darling (darling)
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
You need co-operation
Gotta pay for your own protection
And the states too scared to mention
Take the floor, break the law
Gonna cut out all emotion
Lets shake up this commotion
Shake now like a soldier, darling (darling)
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
(aint no language of love)
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
We dont need no intervention
Keep your cover on information
We got boys down at the station
Take the floor, break the law
Call it crime prevention
Got a grip on the population
Know your name and number, darling (darling)
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun (aint no language of love)
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun (aint no language of love)
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun (aint no language of love)
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
Blue boy go get your gun
Hands together we can have some fun (aint no language of love)
Out tonight and the beat goes on
What a criminal situation
song performed by by Erasure
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A Dying Race
My friend Kessa’ and I
Always loved writing
Poetry was our favorite
Everyday on the old yellow school bus
Number 6 or 149
She and I would read to each other
What we had come up with
The night before
I was always a little
Green with envy
Because her writing seemed much
More mature than mine
But one day we realized
That poetry was dying
Even though so many people
Write it all over the world
Poetry has lost it’s fame
Kessa had started a poetry club
But no one showed except me
We wondered why that was
For poetry was a wonderful
Thing
A great outlet
When things went wrong
Which they always did
To me it has become the dying race
Hanging on a thin thread
Of life
What miracle will happen to keep it float
Who will make difference
To relight poetry
In everyone’s mind?
poem by Sydne Morris
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Poetry is Everywhere
To all my friends who say –
Poetry is not my cup of tea,
I’d strongly recommend that
they watch “Dead Poet’s Society”.
Poetry is in your cup of tea,
poetry is in every wave of the sea,
poetry is in the song of a bird
poetry springs forth from each of your word.
Poetry is in the smile of a baby,
poetry is in the redness of a ruby,
poetry is the union of your heart and mind
poetry teaches you to be soft and kind.
Poetry is the song of your soul,
poetry reminds you of your life’s goal,
poetry is in a game of cricket,
poetry is in the sound of a cricket.
Imagine life without poetry -
What an empty life it would be!
Imagine a world without poetry -
What a dull place it would be!
09 June 2010
! 2: 50 pm
poem by Gita Ashok
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A Letter To All
Today I had a rude awakening
Today I went out to dinner with my boy and wife
One of Alice’s songs began to play in the restaurant
One of them said “Isn’t that your girlfriend singing”
Both my boy and my wife began to laugh out loud
I felt as if I were the butt of some cruel joke
I began to think that I should give up my love of poetry
So I will give everyone my reason for no punctuation
I don’t want my poems to be restrained I want them to be free
And everyone may read it differently each time they read it
Maybe if my poetry receives recognition one day I may return
That is if my family learns that I am a fairly decent poet
And they tell me that I can continue to write poetry
I will miss you Alice more than anything I am sad
To say that it is with a heavy heart I must bid you all adieu
You all Happy Holidays peace
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Every Kind Of People
Every Kinda People
Robert Palmer
Words & Music : Andy Fraser
Notes : Aussi interprte par "Mint Juleps"
Said the fight to make ends meet
Keeps a man upon his feet
Holding down his job
Trying to show he can't be bought
Ooh, it takes every kind of people
To make what life's about, yeah
Every kind of people
To make the world go 'round
Someone's looking for a lead
In his duty to a King or creed
Protecting what he feels is right
Fights against wrong with his life
There's no profit in deceit
Honest men know that
Revenge do not taste sweet
Whether yellow, black or white
Each and every man's the same inside
It takes every kind of people
To make what life's about, yeah
Every kind of people
To make the world go 'round
You know that love's the only goal
That could bring a peace to any soul
Hey, and every man's the same
He wants the sunshine in his name
Ooh, it takes every kind of people...
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Love criminal justice
I am the love criminal justice Detective.
Have you been single for almost more than a year?
Thats a punishable crime.
You will be suspended to my eyes,
locked into my heart,
given a life sentence of a life time to my life.
You will be released by marriage from your home to our home.
You will have a mark of being convicted to the love criminal justice by a ring on ur finger
you shall get a parol award for most well behaved criminal by a having a child to love
you are now arrested to my heart.
You! Will have the right to speak and the right to freedom..
The right to love and live and the responsibility to express your feelings.
This is another episode of life and if you are inlove with me then you are arrested to my heart. Respect the law! ...
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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Outstandingly average.
Outstandingly average.
I’m extraordinarily
ordinary. My only claim
to fame is my normality
I’ll never be a household name.
Nor do I think I’d want to be.
A bit player in life’s game
I do not court publicity
I ask for neither praise nor blame.
I’ll settle for obscurity.
I have no goal for which I aim.
I am content to simply
be a spectator of life’s game.
Express my views in poetry
To no effect quite probably.
Wednesday,13 October 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Criminal Mind
I Lyrics and Words by Lawrence Gowan
from his album Strange Animal
You've seen my hands are steady
You've seen my face before
Soon you can take your last look
And they'll close the door
I stand accused before you
I have no tears to cry
And you will never break me
Until the day I die
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
I've spent my life behind these steel bars
I've paid my debt in time
But being brought to justice
That was my only crime
I don't regret action
I'd do the same again
These prison walls secure me
And I'm numb to pain
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
But I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Before you hand me over
Before you read my sentence
I'd like to say a few words
Here in my own defense
Some people struggle daily
They struggle with their conscience 'til the end
I have no guilt to haunt me
I feel no wrong intent
A criminal mind is all I
All I've ever known
Don't try to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Oh I am
Oh I am
I'm made of cold stone
Made of cold stone
I'm just like these prison walls
A criminal mind
song performed by by Styx
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Life's Lesson Book
Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and Fate
The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf
My teacher turned the page and bade me wait.
'Learn first,' she said, 'love's grief';
And o'er and o'er through many a long tomorrow
She kept me conning that sad page of sorrow.
Cruel the task; and yet it was not vain.
Now the great book of life I know by heart.
In that one lesson of love's loss and pain
Fate doth the whole impart.
For, by the depths of woe, the mind can measure
The beauteous unscaled summits of love's pleasure.
Now, with the book of life upon her knee,
Fate sits! the unread page of love's delight
By her firm hand is half concealed from me,
And half revealed to sight.
Ah Fate! be kind! so well I learned love's sorrow,
Give me its full delight to learn tomorrow.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Memory Lingers (Revised)
Compiled a ‘to do' list in a whirlwind start,
security took my fingerprints for clearance,
I'm vindicated, my existence has meaning,
I've just proved I'm me with qualifications
Friends vouched acquaintanceship, name &
ID of every family member; were I suffering
amnesia I could so easily look myself up - it
makes me feel brilliant - only thing lacking
Is a pharmacy full-colour passport photo,
then I can identify my face too; ‘Diamonds
Are Forever' James Bond could use my ID
and fingerprints to fool smugglers -
Really for a moment I am Jill St. John adding
‘Tiffany Case' to my extensive repertoire; how
can everyone bend over their desks in cool
concentration when so many whimsical
Dreams await to be dramatized - let me write
down my fantasy freed restraint then continue
in cold boredom afterwards - secure while the
memory lingers in my heart…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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