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The Hearts Filthy Lesson

Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Theres always the diamond friendly
Sitting in the laugh hotel
The hearts filthy lesson
With her hundred miles to hell
Oh, ramona, if there was only something between us
If there was only something between us
Other than our clothes
Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
Paddy
Paddy, whos been wearing mirandas clothes?
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
Falls upon dead years
Oh ramona, if there was only some kind of future
Oh ramona, if there was only some kind of future
And these cerulean skies
Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
Paddy, paddy?
Paddy will you carry me, I think Ive lost my way
Im already five years older Im already in my grave
Im already
Im already
Im already
Will you carry me?
Oh paddy, I think Ive lost my way
Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Tell the others
Its the hearts filthy lesson
What a fantastic death abyss
Tell the others
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Tell the other

song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Filthy

Filthy was my mother's womb
From which the creature barrowed through
Filthy is the father's gift
A dysentery vessel malignantly thrift
Filthy are the orbs that burn
Resituates of evil from a convex urn
Filthy is the cognitions blight
In wrecked collections of atrophied sight
Filthy be the tongue that wage
Indiscriminate duplicitous rage
Filthy composes the embryo man
Who never realized which way he begins

Disgust is self attraction, pontificating the irrelevant
And I am blind to the future which was due last week
While collecting old debt of childhood alimony
Making friends with the silhouettes on television
Because a dog ate my marbles and flew to the moon
While I fit as a statue of constant uncertainty,
Cradling the rags that build my daughter of gravity
That strangles my words into cryptic complexes
Of elegant stupidity that worships vein incredulity
For filthy is and filthy be, my wife for life that no one sees

Filthy is the boy in snow
Who pollutes the earth with its afterglow
Filthy is the passing silence
From which impeaches a thoughtless blindness
Filthy becomes the wasted minutes
Killing the chances for this solitary sentence
Filthy be the secrets lived
When the truth is there in an open lid
Filthy is the life time lost
In dumb pursuits of this word thats tossed
Filthy is the writer of me
When I am not in control of who I should be

For I am truly purity
Without the shame of sanity

poem by Kevin Patrick
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Hetuaght me a lesson

He said he was going to
teach me a lesson.
I needed to no some things.

The lesson was rape.
But he said it was a game.
He said I had to learn sometime.

When he'd finished.
He smiled and said.
This happens to
Stupid little girls
All the time.
I was only teaching you a lesson.

If it was a lesson to learn
It was one well tuaght.
Be weary of who you trust.

For you never can
Read people like a book.
If you could
The world would be safe.

It was a lesson hard learned.
One that still remains today.
Its a lesson that effects me still.

I only wish I could
Of turned and run.

Only when your young
Like that you dont
Really understand.
If I did
I would of ran.
A thousand miles a way.
Out of reach.
And out of harms way.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Free Like A Flying Demon

Im calling upon your attention
Now is the time, were talking serious redemption
Come follow me
Red light wasnt warning when I first saw her body move
I wasnt sure it was a jet stall.
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Why cant you see into the future?
Youre going to get hurt by someone who wont suit ya
They call it your destiny
But I am pretty sure now
That one whos lonely cant get hurt / is getting stronger
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Someday it might just work but this aint that time
This grounded flight is taking off, Ill leave you behind
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life

song performed by by E-type
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Filthy (not yet finished)

I'll show you what pain is.
You'll regret what you've done.
Toyed with me, fucked with me
And now it's begun.
I'll show you what hate is.
It's from me to you.
You dirty old fucking man
You'll be dead when I'm through.

Mommy couldn't fix it...
Daddy doesn't know...
The doctor couldn't fix it...
Now everyone will know...

RAPE!
Please help me, God...
RAPE!
No, not again...
RAPE!
I don't love you, I don't love you...
RAPE!
IT'S GONNA FUCKING END!
YOU'RE NOT MY DADDY!
GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!
YOU'RE NOT MY DADDY!
GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!

poem by Christine Woodrich
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If there's God why I die

‘’Is there God then why I die’’
Wife of ant says
‘’ Why wife of ant says if there’s God
Why I die, filthy feminine house I will
Burn down and leave’’
God says

‘’Is there God then why my children die’’
Wife of ant says’’
‘’Why wife of ant says if there’s God
Why my children die, filthy clitorising rain giraffe, I will sow seed of hairy itching grass under her feet, will grow to waist’’
God says

Wife ant opened her head to sun
She asks
‘’ Is there anything worst on earth than
Soaking of my waist in mourning tears for years
Wuw nothing’’
God rubbed his nose, nguu….
Says ‘’I will see who’s strong
Me or wife of ant

Ninety days later
Wife of man whom God nickname as ant
Whelped puppy
Strange, horrible and unnatural
‘’O God, why my wife give to puppy’’
Man prayed

‘’ To teach your wife lesson
So tomorrow she’ll not mock me again
If she attempt, I wipe off her eyes in world
And her seed will not grow on earth
My land’’
God says

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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You want a lesson? I'll give you a lesson. How about a geography lesson? My father's from Puerto Rico. My mother's from El Salvador. And neither one of those is Mexico.

quote by Jennifer Esposito
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Paddy Magee

What are you doing now, Paddy Magee?
Grafting, or spelling now, Paddy Magee?
Breaking, or branding?
Or overlanding,
Out on the sand ridges, Paddy Magee?
Is your mouth parched, from an all-night spree?
Taking a pick-me-up, Paddy Magee?
Cocktail - or simple soda and b.? -
Which is the 'antidote,' Paddy Magee?

Still 'shook' on some beautiful, blushing she?
Girl in the Bogan side, Paddy Magee?
A hack providing
For moonlight riding,
Side-saddle foolery, Paddy Magee?

Up on the station - or in the town -
Or on the Warrego, droving down,
Whatever you're doing - wherever you be!
'There's lashin's o' luck to ye!' Paddy Magee!

poem by Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
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Life Is a Lesson

Life is a lesson.
Don't be afraid to live it!
Take what it gives...
And return to it a thankfulness.

Life is a lesson.
We all have tests to pass.
Some attempt to refuse their tasks.
And fall to to become indignant and crass.

Life is a lesson.
Learn your lessons well.
Some will choose a path to heaven!
Others will curse themselves...
Preferring to address their stressing hell!

Life is a lesson!
Do what is received as given...
And perceive with that,
You are doing you're best!
At least...
You are doing what you can and well!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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About Her (Villanelle)

She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She being found down by the shore, of Ice Lake
She being the frozen nude woman

She being the apparent victim of a madman
She being pretty like a one of a kind snowflake
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman

She, being frozen solid! Said the newsman
She being, negative 33 degrees below zero for God’s sake!
She being the frozen nude woman

She, must be vindicated by the hangman
She must be accounted for, never to forsake
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman

She must have a name? Asked the police man
She must have had some identification for heaven’s sake
She being the frozen nude woman

She was a beautiful woman
She is now but a-heartache
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She being the frozen nude woman

poem by William Cavanagh
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The first lesson of economics is scarcity: there is never enough of anything to fully satisfy all those who want it. The first lesson of politics is to disregard the first lesson of economics.

quote by Thomas Sowell
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Song Of The Highest Tower

Idle youth
Enslaved to everything,
By being too sensitive
I have wasted my life.
Ah ! Let the time come
When hearts are enamoured.

I said to myself : let be,
And let no one see you :
Do without the promise
Of higher joys.
Let nothing delay you,
Majestic retirement.
I have endured so long
That I have forgotten everything ;
Fear and suffering
Have flown to the skies.

And morbid thirst
Darkens my veins.
Thus the meadow
Given over to oblivion,
Grown up, and flowering
With frankincense and tares
To the wild buzzing
Of a hundred filthy flies.

Oh ! the thousand bereavements
Of the poor soul
Which possesses only the image
Of Our Lady ! Can one pray
To the Virgin Mary ?

Idle youth
Enslaved by everything,
By being too sensitive
I have wasted my life.
Ah ! Let the time come
When hearts are enamoured !

poem by Arthur Rimbaud
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Dad's Lessons Passed On

He was not filthy rich
But had the depth of knowledge
That he had blessed me with
To face my trials with great courage.

Dad taught me the love for books
A quiet spirit in times of strife
All those years his lesson took
Me through the hardships of my life.

Teach a child the wealth of reading
To feed his mind, keep him from trouble
Values learned he will be using
To grow up wise and be responsible.

Dad's lessons I now try to teach
On the next in line there to impart
My children know their goals to reach
By keeping his lessons in their heart.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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(Addiction Poem) Bad Habit

Burning crosses
Blowing up bridges
Taking out the stitches
Confinement
Locked up abroad
Slaughtering the filthy hog
Choking on the cities smog
Leaning on the rock

I'm jittery
I'm not so pretty
Things are getting ugly
Another fight
Break out tonight
Take flight

Burning crosses
Blowing up bridges
Taking out the stitches
Confinement
Locked up abroad
Slaughtering the filthy hog
Choking on the cities smog
Leaning on the rock

I'm fiending
I'm getting mean
Drunk and obliterated
No consultation
With such actions
No chance to make retractions
These are my statements
No way to prevent it
It will happen again
Flashbacks
Flash
Flash
One two three
Somebody stop me please

Burning crosses
Blowing up bridges
Taking out the stitches
Confinement
Locked up abroad
Slaughtering the filthy hog
Choking on the cities smog
Leaning on the rock

So broke
Can't even afford a coke
Driving through a light that's so red
It's a stolen car
For sure the cops are not far
No matter
I shall go faster
Soon their will be a disaster
And I shall be splattered
My soul will go to the happily ever after
All because I was too dumb
To just leave it alone

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Kid Gloves

A world of difference
A world so out of touch
Overwhelmed by everything
But wanting more so much
Call it blind frustration
Call it blind mans bluff
Call each other names
Your voices rude,
Your voices rough
Then you learn the lesson
That its cool to be so tough
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the lessons
Taught in school wont be enough
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That its cool to be so tough
A world of indifference
Heads and hearts too full
Careless of the consequence
Of constant push and pull
Anger got bare knuckles
Anger play the fool
Anger wear a crown of thorns
Reverse the golden rule
Then you learn the lesson
That its tough to be so cool
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the weapons
And the ways of hard-knock school
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That its tough to be so cool

song performed by by Rush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lessons Learned

(9/15/12)

There is a lesson that I have learned
And in my heart will forever burn.
Love your partner as you love yourself
And in your heart they will forever dwell.

Look in their eyes and see their emotions
Look even deeper and see the devotion
Take my love and gently place it in your heart
And watch it grow from the start.

My love is called "DAY" and as the day
Meets the rising sun, and also greets
The setting sun, this love can never be undone.

I will love you 24/7 and make you
Feel as if you reached heaven.
You will no longer see the gloom of night
For my love will make things right.

There is a lesson in what I say
For I loved you yesterday
And I will love you even more today.

At times we have to take our hearts
And remold and reshape it like a piece of clay
To fit the changes made from day to day.
We have to remind ourselves that love
Is always there, and it's something beautiful
That we must share.

If you would like to hear the music of love
Then place your ear upon my chest
And let your own heart do the rest.
For when two hearts beat as one
There is nothing left to be done.
© L. RAMS

poem by Louis Rams
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I must say the biggest lesson you can learn in life, or teach your children, is that life is not castles in the skies, happily ever after. The biggest lesson we have to give our children is truth.

quote by Goldie Hawn
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Man

as smart as we are
unintelligent may seem
goodness in our hearts
and pur all deeds
though now and then
filthy thoughts come creep
physically strong but
emotionally weak
when mistakes are made
unjustly we are judged
thought of bad
for a few who skulk
befitting for protection
but honesty not

20080202©

poem by scarlette Phoenix
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How To Survive Without Riches

First,
We must relax.
And begin to breathe...
Slowly.
In with the new.
And out with the old.
In with the new.
And out with the old.
Remember...
There is only one cycle of breath.

Now...
We are all ready,
To learn a lesson about trust.

Let us all close our eyes...
Gently.
Deep breathe...and,
In with the new.
And out with the old.
In we go...
With the new,
AND...
Removed from us,
Is the old!

In with the...

'Hey?
My watch is gone.'

~Where are my shoes?
My wallet is missing.~

'You said,
We are all going to learn a lesson about trust.
Everything has been taken from us.'

Trust!
Has been a lesson...
A major lesson,
All of you have learned today.

~TRUST?
Everything.
Our valuables have been stolen from us.
That's not trust.
That's THEFT! ~

I disagree.
IN with the NEW.
And OUT with the OLD.
There is nothing crooked about that.
And TRUST?
I think you all have learned that lesson.
DO NOT EVER DO IT!
EVER...
AGAIN!

'What about our valuables?
Our things? '

You have all signed contracts,
Stating you come to me...
For lifestyle changes!
And...
You can admit with assessment,
Everyone here has experienced...
Immediate and rapid change.
Have you not?

I will expect all of you back,
For the next session...
BASIC LIVING!
HOW TO SURVIVE WITHOUT RICHES.
And...
STILL FEEL THE GLOW Of LOVE!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Skies

you're sowing the seeds of hate on fields of peace
curb your vicinity with vanity
you're proud on each and everyone fallen to your charm,
you're proud if all you bring is bitter harm
you're proud on your filthy evil me,
your personality is kissed by jealousy
your hunger stilled when you have killed
other's dreams to be fulfilled,
the night drapes the skies in sweet release
chorus:
black skies, your eyes,
the night reveals and heals all the pain inside
your black skies on my mind
a stiff body sluggishly on the floor
drives me insane cause I expected more
with every minute greed grows in me
and all these silent voices keep tempting me
from lust to dust, from day to dawn
filthy soil I smell the lawn
I long for the night dressed in sweet release
chorus
another day has died, black the sky,
I licked off the dirt, now it's washed and dried,
after all this pain you're so far away
chorus
(sweet child o'mine)
(bye bye)

song performed by by H-BlockX
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Los Angeles

Skyscrapers
Break the sky,
Smog chokes the air,
Endless buildings go on
Forever-
Los Angeles Times-
LAX,
Traveling down the 10
Towards Santa Monica,
Dirty
Filthy
Ragged city.
Where are the artists?
Poets?
Writers?
Musicians?
All at home creating
The city. Inspiration
For the willing.
Ugly, dirty, ragged,
Beautiful.
This
Filthy
City.

poem by Randy Briggs
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