Unlabelled phobia II
Vibrating my ear drums
Are stimulus of comfort
In my brain, interpreted as mockery.
My interpretation: Comforting-mockery.
Irony so ironical to real cognition.
Emblazoned on my soma the logo of insecurity.
Fear of what, infact?
Since intact my somatic intellect.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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Mockery To Waste Money
Mockery to waste money
And enjoy life
Waste time and energy
Direct not what to write
And what not to write
How to dance
And how not to dance
Deprived not dues
Bare necessities
And not be a
Subject of mockery.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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But though cognition is not an element of mental action, nor even in any real sense of the word an aspect of it, the distinction of cognition and conation has if properly defined a definite value.
quote by Samuel Alexander
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The Fear__
I want the fear,
because it's comforting.
I need the fear,
because it doesn't need me.
I love the fear,
because it hates me.
I stay with the fear,
because it leaves me.
I captured the fear,
because it escaped me.
I feed the fear,
because it make me.
The fear controls us,
the fear is our weakness.
the fear is a sanctuary,
the fear is hell.
I want the fear,
because it's comforting.
I need the fear,
because it doesn't need me.
poem by Hailey Elizabeth
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Drums of Endoscopy
Figures are dancing in the enigmatic darkness.
Words·blushing notes,
rest in the music stave of loneliness.
Feelings keep quite· shy kids
lurk in the forest of Nothing.
Insecurity·mad sound flirts with irony-drums.
I 'am afraid of the sobs of silence tonight.
Those misspelled words
lived in melodic pages of immortality,
So...
I close the monstrous ears of Humanity...
(From the poetry collection 'Medical Press of the World'-Bulletproof Publications)
poem by Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry
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Real art is without irony. Irony distances the author from his material. Irony is a product of something. It's not the reason for doing something. Irony is a cheap shot.
quote by Robert Altman
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Grotesque
These are the damned circles Dante trod,
Terrible in hopelessness,
But even skulls have their humour,
An eyeless and sardonic mockery:
And we,
Sitting with streaming eyes in the acrid smoke,
That murks our foul, damp billet,
Chant bitterly, with raucous voices
As a choir of frogs
In hideous irony, our patriotic songs.
poem by Frederic Manning
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIV
THE MOCKERY OF LIFE
God! What a mockery is this life of ours!
Cast forth in blood and pain from our mother's womb,
Most like an excrement, and weeping showers
Of senseless tears: unreasoning, naked, dumb,
The symbol of all weakness and the sum:
Our very life a sufferance.--Presently,
Grown stronger, we must fight for standing--room
Upon the earth, and the bare liberty
To breathe and move. We crave the right to toil.
We push, we strive, we jostle with the rest.
We learn new courage, stifle our old fears,
Stand with stiff backs, take part in every broil.
It may be that we love, that we are blest.
It may be, for a little space of years,
We conquer fate and half forget our tears.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Murder's Cloak of Mockery
With dysfunctional affairs of the insecure, they market elusive control.
Few see behind Murder's cloak and ridicule disrespect to maim the soul.
Thinking they're above the law, jesting for ill, their mockery to kill.
Shallow pits of 'unfaithful liars' are promoted with style and thrill.
Ablaze with insults- they ardently tear the soul, limiting Love's intake.
This insane humour insults parody for mockery's venom and Evil's sake.
Devoted to taunting they goad victims to murder, as they're reprieved.
Their constant drip-of-teasing is testing the game of control far eased.
Full of disdain, they boast blasphemy, as if they're better than the rest.
Noted fools 'think themselves wiser than 7-scribes' of Wisdom's zest.
'Abuse of power' sadly reflects a loveless society-, for All Christ bled.
Who can stand against belittling, especially at vulnerable times, to dread?
Hussein made mockery of weaponry inspections, defames, justify his plea.
Isn't beauty of sex, legal mystique, marred with contemptuous mockery?
The gifted 'played-down, ' exposed to mockery, for artificial things given.
Comparisons aren't of truth nor is it masterful for love within living.
Heaven lifts the Faithful to survive-, escaping the wicked buffoonery.
Surrender ALL for the Master's plan, when surrounded by evil scenery.
Adhere to sample of the wise, in multiples of counsel there's safety.
A wise idiom is: there's safety in numbers, for excellence of suavity.
Avoid disdain with relationships wronged, bury the hatchet, live on-.
Futile regrets saps future-Love; best to live singing a grateful song.
Trifle not with offences; pursue Peace and escape sudden catastrophe.
Life's business is to enjoy; you must know that all else is mockery.
Odd that murder is born-of-love, which attains its intensity in murder.
Then again, who can attain peace of understanding without God's order?
Few are wise to run from evil, even of kin, rather they turn to hate.
Mockery is rust corroding all, best to run from wicked jester's fate.
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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The Beat Goes On
Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain
La-dee-da-dee-dee
La-dee-da-dee-da
Wait till you have reached the age
Blah blah
History has turned the page
Blah blah
We still want to hear a brand new thing
Uh huh
We still need a song to sing
Uh huh
And the beat goes on (6x)
Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain
La-dee-da-dee-dee
La-dee-da-dee-da
Love is a thirsting, lasting on my mind
From tomorrow until the end of time
And the beat goes on (4x)
And the beat goes
And the beat goes
And the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain
La-dee-da-dee-dee
La-dee-da-dee-da
We still move to a rhythm just like this
We still dream of sharing our first kiss
And the beat goes on (4x)
Drums keep pounding rhythm to the brain
La-dee-da-dee-dee
La-dee-da-dee-da
Well our kids are turning faster everyday (everyday)
We still want to dance the night away
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on...
(to fade)
song performed by by Britney Spears
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Study with desire is real activity; without desire it is but the semblance and mockery of activity.
quote by William Godwin
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However It's Interpreted
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
And there's no need to nitpick,
It's what it is.
Whoever wants to take a risk,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it gets twisted,
It's what it is.
And gossipying wont change it,
It's what it is.
Whomever may not like it,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it isI
If we live we've got to pay,
It's what it is.
And paying dues no one escapes,
It's what it is.
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
And throwing fits makes little sense,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
And throwing fits makes little sense,
It's what it is.
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?
Comforting To Know
(Carly Simon)
When the heart of the hundred acre wood is beating
And time is passing through
There's a shadow looking like a rainbows halo
And there I'm resembling you
More than fame
A name on a tree
More than power or might
Sweeter than the treats of a honey bee
I'll be here through the night
It's comforting to know
It's comforting to know
Silent as the moon at dawn
Soothing as a bed filled with hay
Strong as a hero in the land of old
I'll be here through the day
It's comforting to know
It's comforting to know
Greyer than gloom on a rainy afternoon
Sadder than being sorry for me
Finer than finding my tail again
I'll be here for all of thee
It's comforting to know
It's comforting to know
You only get a few good friends in this life
Who are devoted and true
And right here in this now and near
It's clear that it's all of you
I'll find you when you're hard to see
I'll look for you everywhere
You'll know just how I'm feeling when
I show you that I care
It's comforting to know
It's so comforting to know
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Most men are very attached to the idea of being male, and usually experience a lot of fear and insecurity around the idea of being a man. Most women are very identified with their gender, and also experience a tremendous amount of fear and insecurity.
quote by Andrew Cohen
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Defending It As a Standard to Uphold
Prolonged injections of defective expectations.
With the acceptance of feeding greed to proceed,
As one's comfort.
Has made a mockery of discipline.
And defaced respect as a means to expose weakness.
To leave what has been left to market as a worth,
That has become valueless.
And defending a uselessness as a standard to uphold.
With a consciousness remaining yet to be examined.
But then again...
Aren't those the judgements passed,
By those thought competent and believed to be intelligent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angel locks decorate the horizons smile
Angel locks decorate the horizons smile
Making a mockery of mans immunity towards
The omens that would so happily guide us in our miles.
Turn outside the circle a while – Embrace the tides.
The fear of life extinguished
Lingers upon the shoulder of anguish
We create the daemon within
A dragon whom we must vanquish.
poem by David Lacey
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The worst mockery God can make of a moralist is that He compels him to be a solipsist.
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The Loft of Time Looms
My pain cries
inside of me - I smother it
with alcohol; laughter; drugs;
orgasms; - the Yin-yang life,
me in the middle
Good and Evil
playing Ping-pong together...
-in a basement- Filthy Losers
'hahahahaha'-ing
squeezing cold beer onto their teeth
Hollow chugging
into their throats - Esophagus Cathedrals
-Laughing, sad men who don't know what
to say exactly - Men who avoid feelings
and Big Books at all cost
To them, touching a big book
is worse than touching
another man's cock
Men and Women, fat and sexy alike
fucking their minds stupid
fucking their veins with needles
fucking their mouthes with cigarettes
screwing themselves and stimulating
that Frontal Lobe Brain-Clit
with 'Soma' TV!
Soma Real Housewives...
(who the hell are they trying to fool? ? , ...like we don't already know ALLLLL housewives are real! !)
Soma Food
Soma Cars
Soma Iphone
Soma shitty, shallow,6th-grade level reading popularized, like Harry Potter! ! !
Soma - thank you SOOOOOO MUCH!
They hide from the Light - Its too bright.
And me as well...I can't even read Kerouac
sometimes - it makes me cry
His pure, soul-obliterating and resurrecting
visions are too intense
for an intense soul sometimes...
Soooo...
50 or 60 years after
the 6 Gallery readings
and somehow the world
has forgotten Ginsberg
-forgotten freedom
and forgotten the choices we have
-while in the cage, like the
clipped-winged bird,
roosting and koo-kooing for some food, my peers
peek out and patiently wait
for their corporate gods, their master
Moms and master Dads, to stick a soothing
Super-Bowl Sunday-nipple
into their pathetic, snaggy baby mouthes
The loft of time looms
over the misty moon
and over rugged baseball games
-Over musty, cool city rain
made magical by neon lights-
Neon lights caressing puddles
and sidewalks of Eternity, and over
the people, with their rubber-soled
footsteps making the damp asphalt
sound indescribably, incredibly pure.
poem by Ray Quesada
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