Sleeping Gas *not done
green gas spawns from idols of greed and lust
its moves like a growing weed as the world begins to rust
leaves fall, dying corpses
as flesh booms from iron horses
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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For The Love Of The Money And The Car And... Sex!
It's a triumvirate of evil and
It has spread it's disease throughout
The strata of every country in the world
My friend if you have chosen to live your life
In unfashionable deep spiritual contemplation
You can without fear call it the axis of power and
Greed and lust for historical purposes
And go on and cry for the world sister Bettina!
And weep for Humanity with his insatiable greed for
Money and his criminal longing for material things
And his animal lust for the things of the flesh
Oh weep for humanity!
For it is Mankind who suffers His own self inflicted
Wounds and the money lenders have corrupted Humanity
And there are huge technological advances made and
The spirit of Humankind gets even more corrupted
And the sex industry feeds the insurance
Companies and the death factories of the mortuaries
With the corpses of the hundreds of thousand who
Succumb to the ravages of AIDS
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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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
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Economic Storm Clouds
Darkness in the country looms, as others see economic booms,
Prospering far above our pace, as this country slips from grace.
Many hearts gripped with fears, as an economic darkness nears,
Indifferent to a growing trend, of what may be this county’s end.
But, knowing something’s wrong, in a land thought to be strong,
Prices go up, as our morals slide, facts which cannot be denied.
Fear along with anxiety grows, as seeds of greed a nation sows,
Not concerned where it will lead, unleashing a tide of utter greed.
What they sow, we must reap, and now that climb is awful steep,
As the cost of living far exceeds, man’s ability to care for needs,
Forget that thought of prosperity, a dream most of us won’t see,
As we head for that slippery slope, most will find it hard to cope,
For as a nation we pushed aside, the Truth in which we did abide.
Now with God’s Grace far behind, many men are spiritually blind,
Forgetting all our former days, as God received a nation’s praise,
When building the nation on integrity, across the land, sea to sea.
Now the nation begins to quake, as The Lord God, many forsake,
As the storms begins to rumble, our foundation starts to crumble,
Brought on from greed and lust, another foundation turns to dust,
As a land many now call home, becomes in history another Rome.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Carnivell of rust
D' you breathe the name of your saviour in
your hour of need,
And taste the blame if the flavor should
remind you of greed?
Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til
you cannot lie still,
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil
come closing in for a kill
Come feed the rain
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true
colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the
things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch
us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall,
where enough is not the same it was
before
Come feed the rain...
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh,
when the world is burning
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh,
when the heart is yearning
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Economic Turns
As the economy continues to turn, many investments fall and burn,
Fueled by an investor’s greed; moved to a want beyond their need.
Money itself is not what’s evil, or does it cause economic upheaval,
But man’s selfish drive for gain, which moves nations to fiscal pain.
It’s the love of money at the heart, of where problems get their start,
That love of money and more loot, that produces inside an evil root,
Seeding in hearts covetousness, far from The Lord’s Righteousness,
A lust and greed, leading men astray, down a dark and broader way.
Looking to be rich for financial relief, pierces a heart with much grief,
Filling a heart with worldly lust, for items destroyed by moth and rust.
While ignoring the things of God, affixing a heart on this earthly sod,
Losing all God’s perfect peace, for this world’s system, that’ll cease.
You can’t serve two masters friend, as only one will stand in the end,
Man cannot serve money and God, Christ said, with a confident nod.
Many griefs are wrapped in sorrow, vacillating from spend to borrow,
While the real thing spent is a life, being mastered, by financial strife.
Just how does it benefit men, to gain the world, but be condemned?
Even if your savings don’t fall, why gain the world to lose your soul?
For all the wealth that you see, will never witness the light of eternity,
While men that invest in the Lord, will continue with Him forevermore.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
The People In The Trees
You can hear them cackling
In the woods; and in the trees
with mouths full of dirt and weed
and hearts full of lust and greed
They crawl onto your mantelpiece
and leave things for you to see
Just small little trinkets
telling you not to leave
remember if you ever try to deceive
The people in the trees
that the chimney's always open
and it's only your life that they need
so please don't leave the windows closed
For it's hard for them to breathe
with mouths full of dirt and weed
and hearts full of lust and greed
poem by Justin Moffitt
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Damning Her Part1
you watch her intently
your eyes bore into her flesh
you note how she moves
with grace to her sway
she tempts you like no other
you like what you see
her soft olive flesh, envy green eyes
long brunnette tresses
she flows with young blood
you're hungry and you need to feed
but which hunger enslaves you more,
your blood lust or you're other lust?
confusion has its hold
you've made up your mind
you'll hunt her tonight
stalk her as she walks home
all the while unsuspecting...
poem by Guarded Heart
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When the Bush Begins to Speak
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
They think we are a careless race - a childish race, and weak;
They'll know us yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
'The leaders that will be', the men of southern destiny,
Are not all found in cities that are builded by the sea;
They learn to love Australia by many a western creek,
They'll know them yet in England, when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
All ready for the struggle, and waiting for the change,
The army of our future lies encamped beyond the range;
Australia, for her patriots, will not have far to seek;
They'll know her yet in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
We'll find the peace and comfort that our fathers could not find,
Or some shall strike the good old blow that leaves a mark behind.
We'll find the Truth and Liberty our fathers came to seek,
Or let them know in England when the bush begins to speak;
When the bush begins to speak,
When the bush begins to speak,
When the west by Greed's invaded, and the bush begins to speak.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Fairy Dust
Here
See the little queer
There's a volunteer
Dont you think he should get a haircut now
Like in the Marines
All the magazines
Got a way for everyone to shape up
You don't wanna fall behind
Choking on a cloud of fairy dust - fairy dust
Now it's only greed and lust
And pride and lust
And a few other sins
No
See the cherry lips
Hands on the hips
Anyone would your name was Oscar Wilde
Think you're pretty smart
Poetry and art
Put him testosterone and vodka
calling for the man of steel
to blow you faggots into fairy dust - fairy dust
now it's only greed and lust
and pride and lust
and a few other sins
we're
happy to be gay
showing you the way
gotta get your head your hear you toso hard
join another gym
loose your pseudonym
soon we'll all be strait but only more so
tell me who's you're gonna find
to spinkle on a little fairy dust - fairy dust
now it's only greed and lust
and pride and lust
and a few other sins
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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The End Of times
Everyone is praying
While the rest of the world is preparing
The Soliders are dying
The Zombies are rising
All of this came from mans greed, Mans lust for power, mans Desire to play god
As the worlds armies rise up as one the heavans part
showing Gods army Rushing down
The ground splits open and all of mans nightmares are released onto a once majestic mother earth
All of this came from mans greed, Mans lust for power, mans Desire to play god
There's no where you can go, no where you can hide
For nothing escapes the lords sight
this is the end of mankind
This is the way the world dies
poem by Andrew Evans
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Lust
my lust is so intense
hot as cinder and solid as steel
and immeasurable
(not the 13 inches in your mind)
love it
but it is only momentary
it does not have the character
that stays
it soon leaves you
for it is not a memory
my lust does not last
it is rust.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Improvisation On An Old Song
(The refrain is quoted by Edward Fitzgerald in
one of his letters)
I
Growing, growing, all the glory going;
Flashing out of fire and light, burning to a husk,
All the world's a-dying and failing in the dusk--
_Growing, growing, all the glory going._
Rust is on the door-latch, ashes at the root,
Dry rot in the ridge-pole, canker in the fruit;
_Growing, growing, all the glory going._
Plot, ye subtle statesmen,--a trace of melted wax;
Bind, ye haughty prelates,--a thread of ravelled flax;
_Growing, growing, all the glory going._
March, ye mighty captains,--an eddy in the dust;
Rave, ye furious lovers,--a stain of crimson rust;
_Growing, growing, all the glory going._
Pictures, poems, music--their essential soul,
Idle as dry roses in a silver bowl;
_Growing, growing, all the glory going._
London is a hearsay, Paris but a myth,
Rome a wand of sweet-flag withered to the pith;
_Growing, growing, all the glory going._
Palsy shakes the planets, frost has chilled the sun,
In a crushing silence the All is dead and done.
_Growing, growing, all the glory going._
II
Going, going, all the glory growing,
See it stir and flutter; that is singing, hark!
Singing in the caverns of the primal dark.
_Going, going, all the glory growing._
What is in the making, what immortal plan
Draws to its unfolding? 'Tis the Soul of man.
_Going, going, all the glory growing._
See it mount and hover, singing as it goes,
Battling with the darkness, nourished by its woes;
_Going, going, all the glory growing._
The bale-fires of midnight glaring in its eyes,
Past the phantom shadows see it rush and rise;
_Going, going, all the glory growing._
The supernal morning on its dewy wings,
Soaring and scorning the lust of earthy things;
_Going, going, all the glory growing._
The beatific noontide on its eager breast
Springing and singing to its halcyon rest;
_Going, going, all the glory growing._
In its starry vesture not a vestige of the sod,
Winging still and singing to the heart of God.
_Going, going, all the glory growing._
poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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Autumn Falling Leaves
When all have been and gone away,
Like leaves from green to amber orange,
Falling down and to decay,
Is the time for all in nature to fall,
And the leaves on the trees show it all,
Autumn and its falls of fall,
Where all the branches have dropped their leaves,
All have gone except the evergreens,
Showing signs to us that live among,
Four seasons weather,
Where Autumn is,
Just like in life,
When full circle of life is known,
A start in spring where buds appear,
Then in summer full bloom trees will be,
Hence, fall shows all,
When nature falls,
Begining another season,
Winter and chill tempetures,
Where nature decays,
And leaves do fall,
To generate again,
Renewing its life,
Come spring again,
Untill then,
Autumn sheads its leaves of blossom and blooms,
And soon again autumn begins,
From new to old,
And then old to new,
Buds in spring and leaves of green,
Showing birth from what did decayed,
And brought forth from,
What was bear on the trees,
From where beneath was where once,
Those Autumn falling leaves.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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In The Rainy
In the rainy, in my village
It`s good to see
Green grasses around,
Corn fields looking green
With rice plants growing
Vegetable plants are with flowers and fruits,
In morning and evening
Dew on grass, on leaves
Looks like....
Clouds sail,
Cover the blue sky
But when it rains
Changes everything,
Thatch roofs as waterfalls
Let the water fall down
Making some sound.
Dragon-flies move here and there,
Sit on a grass
And challenge one to capture
But when a hand moves
It flies far and again
Sits there to joke.
poem by Satyabrata Barik
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Sonnet: Lust
The world knows it and yet falls in this swamp,
Though knowing well one can’t come out alive;
Lust works its charms and you feel you are champ,
But stings to death like swarm of bees from hive.
Lust comes to man like dreams enjoyable too,
But leaves a tired frame and heart of guilt;
Until you fall a victim, lust holds you,
And there-after, the vice will stay in-built.
Lust blinds the eye that used to see true love,
And leaves a man both sick in mind and heart;
If not steady, it can any heart move,
And keeps the soul sinful, till you depart.
No God of love can in a soul such dwell,
Lust grows like cancer, taking soul to Hell.
6-27-2001
poem by John Celes
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Green Things Growing
O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.
O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing!
How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;
In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight
Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.
I love, I love them so - my green things growing!
And I think that they love me, without false showing;
For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much,
With the soft mute comfort of green things growing.
And in the rich store of their blossoms glowing
Ten for one I take they're on me bestowing:
Oh, I should like to see, if God's will it may be,
Many, many a summer of my green things growing!
But if I must be gathered for the angel's sowing,
Sleep out of sight awhile, like the green things growing,
Though dust to dust return, I think I'll scarcely mourn,
If I may change into green things growing.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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The Seven Sins again
>
> Do we as a people really know or care
> Concerning the seven sins?
>
> Those sins are apart of our every day life.
> Those sins are apart of our strife.
> I've heard the first was vanity or pride
>
> Now that is an hell of a ride...
> Be it physical or spiritual, how would
> One keep his/her feet on the ground?
>
> Sanity what a big role...
> Does God have pride? Then I am lost.
> What mean the word boss?
>
> Those seven sins has really cost,
> Things to be...
> Unfree and that will include me.
Was it pride that set Eve free
And made Adam give up his freedom of will?
Still...
I must appeal...
I am not ill...
But the seven is a thrill...for real,
What envy you? and who...why?
And do you cry?
The have and the have nots...
Gluttony would that be?
Are all seven just pure envy?
Lust not and bust...
Lust not and rust...
The wrath of lust not is have not,
Either way you go...
Whatever door...rich or poor,
Kindness and anger in the long run meet,
Good or bad we sit and eat.
Sometimes eating out of greed...
God speed...
Is lust greed or pride?
Or just sloth...denied?
A natural, physical and spiritual guide.
'Man she looks good'
Gluttony in the hood.
'He is so fine'...or just signs of the time,
Lust is not mine.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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When Green Leaves Come again
WHEN green leaves come again, my love,
When green leaves come again,--
Why put on such a cloudy face,
When green leaves come again?
'Ah, this spring will be like the last,
Of promise false and vain;
And summer die in winter's arms
Ere green leaves come again.
'So slip the seasons--and our lives;
'T is idle to complain:
But yet I sigh, I scarce know why,
When green leaves come again.'
Nay, lift up thankful eyes, my sweet!
Count equal, lost and gain:
Because, as long as the world lasts,
Green leaves will come again.
For, sure as earth lives under snows,
And Love lives under pain,
'T is good to sing with everything,
'When green leaves come again.'
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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