Sonnet 129: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad.
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe,
Before a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows, yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
poem by William Shakespeare
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I never stooped so beastly low as they
I never stooped so beastly low as they
Which on eye, cheeks, lips, neck or limbs can prey
The expense of purity the dispense of divine
They with the unworthy contempt are lined
To put your virtue in a waste of shame
When lust in action love no more lasts
But being murdered by perjures lust full of blame
Savage, violent, extreme intender, rude, cruel without trust
Not to enjoy but despised straight
Treason with foul reason hunted and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as swallowed bait
On purpose made to make the taker more feverishly mad
Madden In pursue and in possession
Unworthy enterprise untamed lesson
I never stood so basely with zeal and rapture bound
Upon these blessed keys whose motion sounds
With your sweet fingers when swiftly swayed
That board under your lap confounded
I do envy those tabs that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of your palm
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Temptation lurks
There is a pleasure in unploughed fields and in pathless woods
There is rapture and boyish excitement on lonely pebbled shore
There is freedom where none intrudes
The deep moving sea and the music in its roar
I love not my lover the less, but whole humanity more
Especially the feminine walking creatures; the look I steal
From all the beauties in crowded streets and fashion stores
They are like blossom of fresh flowers in throngs
Of dull existence; weeds of insipid wild thorns
To be with them all; among them whole and feel
what I can never express, yet cannot from within conceal
And yet, the expense of dignity is in the waste of shame
When lust is in action, how long does action last
Is it not perjured, murderous, bloody, irreversible damage full of defame
Indeed it is savage, extreme, rude a habit not to trust
All this is well known, yet none knows well
To shun temptation that leads men to shame and to hell
Who but fool to enjoy the fresh flesh which no sooner despised straight
It skips reason warnings and sooner had
Reason and logic hated as it swallowed the bait
A tempestuous bait on purpose made to make the taker mad
Wild and obsessed in pursue and in possession
In zeal and in delirium for the next adulterous session
A bliss in question that breeds lies and counterfeits vast as the sea sand
A world to collapse, the slightest true wind blow it would not stand
So let not my love in adultery be called
She is kind, fair and true
Fair, kind, and true so often lived alone in none
This triumvirate until I knew my love never kept a seat in one
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History Will Teach Us Nothing
If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems were told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without a breath of real freedom were getting nowhere fast
If God is dead and an actor plays his part
His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Our written history is a catalogue of crime
The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time
The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild
The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Convince an enemy, convince him that hes wrong
Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long
A simple act of faith
In reason over might
To blow up his children will only prove him right
History will teach us nothing
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Know you human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
song performed by by Sting
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Fantasy IV
Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests
Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress
Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way
Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -
Her shrieking
Highly strung
We up the play
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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Love Action
When you're in love
You know you're in love
No matter what you try to do
You might as well resign yourself
To what you're going through
If you're a hard man or if you're a child
It still might get to you
Don't kid yourself you've seen it all before
A million mouths have said that too
I've had my hard times in the past
I've been a husband and a lover too
I've lain alone and cried at night
Over what love made me do
And the loved ones who let me down
And couldn't share my point of view
But this is philomena talking
I want to tell you
What i've found to be true
I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking, just looking
Watching your love action
I believe, i believe what the old man said
Though i know that there's no lord above
I believe in me, i believe in you
And you know i believe in love
I believe in truth though i lie a lot
I feel the pain from the push and shove
No matter what you put me through
I'll still believe in love
And i say
I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking, just looking
Watching your love action
I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking, just looking
Watching your love action
I love your love action
Lust's just a distraction
No talking - i'm just checking
To see if someone out there
Is really reading all this
song performed by by Human League
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Sooner Or Later
Written by christine mcvie and eddy quintela.
I thought Id let you go
In my heart and in my mind
And look towards the future
Leaving the past behind
Well maybe its the season
That season of the year
Defying all my reason
I just want you to be here
I want you to be here
Sooner or later
Sooner or later Ill forget
I want you to be here
Sooner or later
Sooner or later Ill forget
And though its not the first time
Ive thought of you this way
The darkness of the winter
Keeps my happiness at bay
Its easy to forget you
In the summer, in the light
With the days of lazy laughter
And sweet, sweet dreams in the night
Sweet dreams in the night
Sooner or later
Sooner or later Ill forget
Sweet dreams in the night
Sooner or later
Sooner or later Ill forget
S all I really mean is
When all is said and all is done
Its all because of you babe
That Im the lucky one
I am the lucky one
Sooner or later
Sooner or later Ill forget
I am the lucky one
Sooner or later
Sooner or later Ill forget
I am the lucky one
Sooner or later
Sooner or later Ill forget
I am the lucky one
Sooner or later
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Life and death
This world is driven by two contending powers--
Love, that coerceth Heaven to dwell with dust,
And that dire pledge of Hell's self-perjured Lust--
And as we list must Heaven and Hell be ours.
Not light the election runs: lo, each devours
That savour set in each, while equal gust
Each uses; yet our choice support we must--
Blest wine or, this rejected, sweat that sours.
Love, oft through Hell that seems, acclaims what Heaven!
But Lust, through seeming Heaven, with easy breath
Slides on to Hell, how soon, how richly given!
If Love to heavenly state so quickeneth,
While Lust must e'er in cheating Hell be shriven,
They sponsor what, these powers, but Life and Death?
poem by William Baylebridge
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Completing All The Touches
Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek
Her smile wore sleek
Beneath a knowingness
That I would seek
A slipping down of garments,
Jealous of their role
To hide the jewels that complement,
Completing all the touches.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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dance On The Brim Of The World - Wael Moreicheh
LONDON and the wood pigeon in the station of air port
LOVELY PEOPLE IN LONDON AS
LOFTY HISTORY? ?
CAN NOT TELL ME? ?
THE CITY OF LONELY LOVE and unfinished love
THE BLOOD OF HALF HUMANITY
BEFORE FOUR CENTURY '
DREAMER POEMS
THAT`S REVELATION LOVE SO
'TH` EXPENSE OF SPIRIT IN A WASTE
SHAME
IS LUST IN ACTION AND TILL
ACTION LUST ' AS IMMORTAL POET SAYS
WHY ALL MEDITATION end when sailing in the south seas
HAVE MIRACLE OF THE VIRGIN-BIRTH
AND UXORIOUS OXFORD`S STUDENT ALSO I AND ME AND MY
WITH GREEKS MYTHOLOGY AND MUZZIEST POEMS
ALSO' TRAFALGAR BATTLE'
BESIDE OCEAN OF PEACE-LOST
LYCIDAS AT DEATH DOOR OF CRITICAL COMPRESSION
OF ZERO POINT FOR our CIVILIZATION
TO SOULS OF TEN DOWNING STREET......and
PRIME OF APRIL AND PRIME OF THE MARE
IN OUR EXISTENTIALISM WAYS OF VANDAL.. horde
AND DELL OF ' SARTRE ON LONDON BLOG '
WHO SARTRE TO ENGLISH POEMS? ?
CAN LORD OF A TIGER LET ME
INSPIRE BY REALISM OF LADY PETALS ON
FLOWER`S LOVE
TO DREAM INTO DREAM? ?
- NEXT FACT OF THE ARTS
WAEL MOREICHEH
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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Give Me A Reason
Well we change from one extreme to another
Can you help me with my shame
I didnt mean to when I kicked and punched
From nowhere this demon came
Forgive me for this mindless mood
Accept this honest plea
Dont use me for the devils food
And throw away the key
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
I only meant to wipe away the cries
With the softness of my hand
I didnt mean to break the tie
Im after all a family man
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
Give me the reason
Give me a reason
I am the master of this house
Dont try to run away
I tried the same things at your age
And I was also made to pay
Forgive me for this mindless mood
Accept this honest plea
Dont use me for the devils food
And throw away the key
Mister patience and misses alike
Upon and throughout the land
A lot of attention
With a heap of affection
Wouldnt go astray
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
This is the reason, one of the reasons
I am the reason so Ive got only myself to blame
I am the reason so Ive got no-one else to blame
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Under lust rain
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Flee Lust Arms!
Lust's arms are a tangling web.
Its gazes alone conjuring,
Frail souls to fall and ebb
Into Hell's unquenchable fury.
My soul was high upon the crest
Of holy thoughts and musings.
But sooner were its yearnings wrest
To idolatrous lurings.
Wild, drunk, and debauched turned I,
As lust its blood-drenched sword out drew.
It left my heart of love all dry,
As loveless lust sought more for new.
Lust's arrows are sharp and heavy
Piercing through man's entrails.
Then leaving its victim void and weary
It falls away with no avails.
True, remorse does first sooth the wound
But foregoes as lust keeps the strike.
Oh, that man would no longer play the fool
To follow lust's charms and lose his life.
The flick of the moment, the slip of time
The act of a fool in the daze of night.
Lustre ephemera, murderous wine.
Son, run from lust: stand not to fight.
poem by Domenic Marbaniang
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Sooner Or Later
Im walking down the street I used to walk with them
Rain is falling down on me
Every step I take just leads to another
Now theres nothing in my way
No I dont no what I can say
And you wouldnt listen anyway
Sooner or later, later, later, oh oh oh, gonna find you
Sooner or later, later, gonna get to you
I got the message late last night, thats when it hit me
Though it over and over and over and over again
While I was drowning in the sea of your devotion
But you were miles and miles and miles away
Oh you wouldnt no what things to say
And you wouldnt say them anyway
But sooner or later, later, later, oh oh, gonna find you
Sooner or later, ah ah ah, gonna get to you
Sooner or later, later, later, gonna find you
Sooner or later, ah ah ah, gonna get to you
The sun is shining, making shadows on the wall
But not will soon be comin in
And every where there will be misery, misery, misery
Until I get to you again
Oh I never new you wanted to leave
You never thought about talkin to me
Sooner or later, later, later, oh, oh, gonna find you
Sooner or later, ah ah ah, gonna get to you
Sooner or later, later, later, oh, oh, gonna find you
Sooner or later, ah ah ah, gonna get to you
I dont know what I can say
But you wouldnt listen anyway
Sooner or later, later, later
Sooner or later, later, later, gonna get to you
Sooner or later, later, later, gonna find you
Sooner or later, later, later, gone get you
Sooner or later, sooner or later,
Sooner or later, sooner or later,
Sooner or later, sooner or later
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Climax
As if the container of mind
Reached the last mark of sobriety
Extreme frontier of patience
Beyond which fire and froth are one
Each vying to consume the other
Each suffering on extended plateau
of guilt and lust and lust and guilt
your past and mine came together
^^^ Wardhas’s...^^lost souls^^.... wandered into the stream of consciousness or was it stupor? ? ?
poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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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.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The lust defined
Lust means luxuria, lechery, lasciviousness and sensuality.
Lust means intensive desire for sexual pleasure,
A taboo of the sixth commandments.
Lust is nothing but power, most aphrodisiacal.
Lust is carrying women in thought.
Lust is substituting prostitutes.
Lust is marrying and sustaining a family,
Putting up with children crying,
Overdoing themselves in explanation of lapses,
Looking at women they like to move around,
Buying expensive clothes for themselves,
Gifting valuables to women they have crush on,
Paying attention to woman other than their wives
To make up what was missing
Without knowing what it is.
In a nut shell, lust is in every action.
16.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sooner Or Later
Sooner or later its gonna get better
Sooner or later Im gonna get over her
You know I cant go on like this
Its just a matter time
Therell come a day when I will wake up
Without her on my mind
Sooner or later its gonna get better
Sooner or later Im gonna get over her
They say that time will heal everything
So Im winding the clock
And waiting for that glorius moment
When my heartache will stop
She let me go
It took me by surprise
I feel out of place
Without her by my side
Sooner or later its gonna get better
Sooner or later Im gonna get over her
Sooner or later ... sooner or later
Sooner or later ...
song performed by by Supertramp
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The Choice of Lust
Thou shall meet the limitation of Lust
For it curse the sinister in the past…
Thou create an image of immortality,
And forever live in the reality…
Make the most sense of pleasure
And buried it like a treasure,
For life is so unpleasant with what you do;
Thus the world is glad that you do…
Thy feel the same lust with in the world…
Make enough time and grow old,
For the hours may not like before;
Passing by like it is gone more over….
If life isn't better the way you see,
It will be like a free bird flee,
And today you may taste the difficulty
Now other tomorrow lust will be easy…
Shake your head to the end,
Lay down with knees bend…
Take every chance to taste Lust,
It is always been a good contrast…
And if death comes with in lust
You'll realize it is the last….
Living your whole life with no regrets,
But dying in lust and debts...
poem by Jinnuljr Mukarram
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Yet what you need is not marches, demonstrations, rallies or wide associations, all of them are important. What you need is direct action. The sooner people understand that, the sooner we'll begin to change things.
quote by Arthur Scargill
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