All that is....was
ALL THAT IS........WAS
And so it was
All things that are
Have always been
Everyday things
And things not yet seen
Things living and dead
Colours orange blues and reds
Moonshadows and
Hangman gallows
All are
And have always been
No nightmares are new
Pleasant dreams too
Human love
And raw naked lust
All spawned
In that first
Pinch of dust
All mans needs
Are old not new
Will we ever learn
To give and not
To yearn
Push aside our lust
And in God
Place our trust........
poem by Robert Delucchi
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Prayer Against The Spirit Of Lust
• Man is a slave to lust. I am the most high child of the Most High
God. I will never be a slave to lust, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not lust after anything, and my God will give me the grace to
do things according to His will, in the name of Jesus.
• I will be moderate in everything that I do, and my God will bring
balance in all things, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not lust after the things of this world but focus on things in
heaven, which are permanent, in the name of Jesus.
• My righteousness and my uprightness will deliver me. I will not be
caught lusting after things, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not lust in my heart to dishonor my body, the temple of the
Holy Spirit, in any way, in the name of Jesus.
• Heavenly Father, purify my thoughts and
let my ways be pleasing to You.
• I bind any spirit that may cause me to lust after things that will not
glorify the name of God in my life, in the name of Jesus.
• I bind any spirit that may cause an intense and excessive craving for
things that do not matter, in the name of Jesus.
• I bind any spirit that may cause an overwhelming desire to do things
that will make me sin against my Father God, in the name of Jesus.
• I come against every strong sexual desire, in the name of Jesus.
• I come against every wrong motive in doing things that may damage
my life, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not regret anything I do, for all of me and my thoughts are in
the hands of the Almighty God, in the name of Jesus.
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• I know, my Lord God, that You are able, and abundantly able, to
deliver those who trust in You, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not lust after things thereby falling into the trap set by the
enemy for me, in the name of Jesus.
• The grace to focus on things of God, grant it unto me, O Lord, in
the name of Jesus.
• The zeal to do things of God, grant unto me, O Lord, in the name
of Jesus.
• The enthusiasm to hang around people of God, grant unto me, O
Lord, in the name of Jesus.
• Empower me not to lust after anything that does not matter and
that will not glorify Your name, in the name of Jesus.
• Lust is to live unguided to Satan’s strain. This will never be my
portion, in the name of Jesus.
• Forever I am delivered from the Spirit of LUST, in the name of God
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. In the name of Jesus Christ,
I pray with thanksgiving. Amen.
poem by Enoch O. Akanji
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I want your sex (parts I & II)
I. Lust
There's things that you guess and things that you know
There's boys that you can trust and girls that you don't
There's little things you hide and little things that you show
Sometimes you think you're gonna get it
But you don't and that's just the way it goes
I swear I won't tease you
song performed by by George Michael from Faith
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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
Lines of Lust
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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Lets Dance To The Tune Of Lust
The world says hush
It's not the time to rush
Forget the things which are must
Let's dance to the tune of lust
The common man may feel disgusted
Their manhood has got rusted
So ladies tighten your bust
Forget the things which are must
Let's dance to the tune of lust
Fill environment with moans and groans
Flush out every booming drone
Entice the world with bust, booty and curves
Burst every man's crust
Forget the things which are must
Lets dance to the tune of lust
Blast the society,
Blast the blasphemous rules
We aren't 21st century fools
Blow out cynical and old fashioned dust
Just forget the things which are must
Let's dance to the tune of lust
poem by Freespirit Juneja
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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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The Things That Dreams Are Made Of
Take time to see the wonders of the world
To see the things youve only ever heard of
Dream life the way you think it ought to be
See things you thought youd never ever see
Take a cruise to china
Or a train to spain
Go round the world
Again and again
Meet a girl on a boat
Meet a boy on a train
And fall in love
Without the pain
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Take a lift to the top of the empire state
Take a drive across the golden gate
March, march, march across red square
Do all the things youve ever dared
Everybody needs love and adventure
Everybody needs cash to spend
Everybody needs love and affection
Everybody needs 2 or 3 friends
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
Like fun and money and food and love
And things you never thought of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
New york, ice cream, tv, travel, good times
Norman wisdom, johnny, joey, dee dee, good times
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
These are the things
These are the things
The things that dreams are made of
song performed by by Human League
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You Are Unto Dust
You are made from the dust of the earth,
And the Wailing-Wall will be there for you;
For you are unto dust and you shall return unto dust,
And this is just the journey of the spirit.
To the realm of the unknown and to the things we do for love,
And until death put us apart on this side of the planet;
For the flesh goes back to where it belongs to!
Yes, back to the earth.
Death is part of us and we need to learn from others,
For we have to be prepared as well;
For he flesh goes back to where it belongs to;
And out of the dust we were made.
The dust became flesh and today we are human beings,
And from the knowledge of the things to come;
But naked we came and naked we shall return.
Shed no tears on this love,
For death comes for all of us on this earth;
And we need to learn from the facts around us as well,
For it is better to be very righteous than to be buried with evil deeds.
Life is a long road full of sand and,
All that is acquired on this earth is vanity!
Yes, vanity upon vanity! !
For you and i are unto dust and,
Unto dust we shall return at the end of of all things.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Things I Do N Dont Do
the things i do for love
the things i do for me
the things i do because im scared
the things i do because im lonely
the things i do coz im failing my self
the things i do for family
the things i do when im angery
the things i try and stop my self doing is suicide
self harming
overdosing
having stomach pumped
drinking
hanging ur self
all help when u think bout it till sum1 stops u
and gets u help
ask a doctor or a friend
dont bottle things up like i do i dont trust me m8s
or family i speak to strangers coz they dont know u
they cant gudge u or make asumstions bout u
the things i do for love
the things i do for me
the things i do because im scared
the things i do because im lonely
the things i do coz im failing my self
the things i do for family
the things i do when im angery
my family and friends push me into situation
i cant handle so i take me blade to my wrist
wait for the blood and get a rush to my head
poem by Claire Finch
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Euonia For Blok
things beautiful
some things,
beautiful things like
blooms of booms
flumes of flames in fumes
things beautiful, of all
things beautiful, so beautiful
so near, yet
so untouched, you look around
for things so beautiful
bloomings of boomings boozing
a, e, i, o, u
love love love lovely love
lovingly loving love loved
lastly this lust asking: love do you still love me?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Why The Things We Do
Why the things we do
By jimmy buffett, jay oliver, roger guth
1989
In an old house down by the beach
Lives an old man whos just out of reach
Oh oh, hes got nothing to lose
Some say hes a crazy old man
A refugee from a rock and roll band
Oh oh, hes still playing the blues
In the morning when you rise
Arent you glad to be alive
Oh oh, put on your barefoot shoes
When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
Cant you feel the afterglow
Oh oh, why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
In the driftwood house you learn how to dream
Truth is stranger than fishing it seems
Oh oh, theres no earthly rules
And the people come just to hear him say
Lifes too short to live your way
Oh oh, whos really fooling who
Invisible means are the key to support
Makes you king in your own court
Oh oh, what have you got to lose
Push the sadness from your heart
Theres no living after dark
Oh oh,
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we...
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
In the morning when you rise
Arent you glad to be alive
Oh oh, put on your barefoot shoes
When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
Cant you feel the afterglow
Oh oh, thats why the things we do
Thats why the things we do
Thats why the things we do
Thats why the things we do
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Is it love or lust
Is it love or lust
I can not say
Is it love or lust
I think of her everyday
She is always there
When i need her most
I love her so dear
That I should not boast
Is it love or lust
Her with her sunshine blonde hair
Is it love or lust
I see her everywhere
I lust for her sweet tender kiss
I await with such delight
One taste would be such bliss
That i take my lips and bite
Is it love or lust
I can not tell
Is it love or lust
With the way my heart swells
It is up to you my dear
To give the answer that is right
My heart is your's to steer
In the direction you want tonight
poem by Adam Wilson
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Take It Easy! ! ! !
Love and lust,
What you’ll vote?
I vote for love,
Lust I got.
I vote for lust,
Love I got.
Love is Love
And Lust is lust……
In the puzzlement
Lust and love I voted for both,
And I was disqualified!
I stopped voting now!
I take things as it comes!
poem by Tara Chettur
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Fancy Colours
Going where the orange sun has never died
And your swirling marble eyes shine
Laughing
Burning blue the light
Bittersweet the drops of life
Memories only fading
Fancy colours
Fancy colours
All we ever did see
When were down at the sea
We see things so very clear at the sea
Fancy colours
Fancy colours
All we ever can do
The morning covered with dew
We do things so very fine in the dew
Fancy colours
Fancy colours
All we ever do hear
But whether were here or there
We hear things so very fine when were there
song performed by by Chicago
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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Moving On
When I think about my life
I wonder if I will survive to live to see in 25
Or will I just fall?
Like all my friends, they just keep dying
People round me always crying
In this place that I like to call my home
Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place
Not everybody knows that everyone could be living their last days
But the hard times will come, and well keep movin on, were movin up
Keep movin on
Life,
Hope,
Truth,
Trust,
Faith,
Pride,
Love,
Lust
On without the things weve lost
The things weve gained well take with us
And all Ive got are these two hands to make myself a better man
I wonder if Ill ever see the end of this
With all this rain it just keeps falling
On my head and now Im calling
Out to someone else to help me make it through
Not everybody knows that everybody goes to a better place
Not everybody knows that everyone could be living their last days
But the hard times will come, and well keep movin on, were movin up
Keep movin on
Life,
Hope,
Truth,
Trust,
Faith,
Pride,
Love,
Lust,
Pain,
Hate,
Lies,
Kill,
Laugh,
Cry,
Live,
Die
Some friends become enemies
Some friends become your family
Make the best with what youre given
This aint dying
This is living!
Said were movin on, and we got nothing to prove
To anyone cause well get through
Were movin on and on and on and on...
Keep movin on
Life,
Hope,
Truth,
Trust,
Faith,
Pride,
Love,
Lust,
Pain,
Hate,
Lies,
Kill,
Laugh,
Cry,
Live,
Die
Some friends become enemies
Some friends become your family
Make the best with what youre given
This aint dying
This is living!
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Lust Or Love
Music :klaus meine
Lyrics:klaus meine, herman rarebell, jim vallance
The innocence is gone
But still Im holding on
Searchin for love that lasts forever
Lookin for a place
Where love can hide away
Takin a chance its now or never
Maybe its time to draw the line
Theres just one thing thats on my mind
Is it lust, is it love
Whatever it is I cant get enough
Is it lust, is it love
When I look around tell me who can I trust
Is it love
Lovers come and go
Sometimes its hard to know
If this will be a night to treasure
When the damage has been done
And the hurting has begun
Youll justify a moments pleasure
Is it lust, is it love
Whatever it is I cant get enough
Is it lust, is it love
It aint nothin that I cant rise above
Is it lust, is it love
When I look around tell me who can I trust
Is it love
Lust or love
Maybe its time to draw the line
Theres just one thing thats on my mind
Is it lust, is it love
Whatever it is I cant get enough
Is it lust, is it love
It aint nothin that I cant rise above
Is it lust, is it love
Still lookin for more, its never enough
Is it lust, is it love
When I look around tell me who can I trust
Is it love, is it love, is it love
Is it love, is it love
song performed by by Scorpions
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Have You A Friend?
Have you a friend you truly love?
And does this friend love you?
For in this world of push and shove
We need someone that’s true
Have you a friend who’d understand?
The foolish things you‘ve done
Who’s always there to lend a hand
Until your battle’s won
A friend who values what you do
Listens to what you say
Who’ll help in life your goals pursue
Who’s with you all the way
Have you a friend who loves to give?
Who loves to love and care
Who lives the way you ought to live
And how you ought to share
Have you a friend who’ll tell no lies?
When seeing things were wrong
Would take your hand and criticise
In hope you’d change your song
Have you a friend who would agree
To walk with you life’s road
And though your faults are plain to see
Would help to bear your load
Have you a friend who’d take your blame
Who in your place would die
And on the gallows bless you name
Whispering prayers on high
Have you a friend in Jesus Christ
Who all these things portraits
Who for our sins was sacrificed
So we could learn His ways
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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i Still Have Time
for things we like to do
we just do them and then for things we do not like doing
we always say, ' i still have time'
and time has no mercy for without us it goes
and then gone
and for all the things we have not done
we still say, ' i still have time'
and then there is this sunset that fades too quickly
orange to black, and then the world is too dark and silent and cold
for all the things that we have not done
time is dead and we have not done
the things that we should have done
time is too short for those that we love to do
the sinful ones
time is too long for those that we ought to do
those that could have opened the doors for our salvation
time is dead and then we are gone
regret laughs the hardest and the door to hell opens like the mouth of the
mad one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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