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Do The Sinister

Come on into my mind, into my heart,
into my thoughts and into my soul
Come on into your mind, into your heart,
into your thoughts and into your soul-do the sinister
Chorus 1:
Come on come one come on do the sinister come on
come on come on hey hey hey
Chorus 2:
The minister is getting sinister the minister of the sinister-
you're messing with
The minister of the sinister the minister is getting sinister
Why you always bugging-what you want with me
Why you always tripping-just you let me be
Ain't no point in knocking-ain't nobody home
Ain't no point in talking-just leave me alone!
Chorus 1 & 2
Into the mind, into the heart, into the thought, into the soul
Out of the mind, out of the heart, out of the thought, and out of the soul
Why you always bugging-what you want with my
Why you always tripping-just you let me be
Ain't no point in knocking-ain't nobody home
Ain't no point in talking-just leave me alone!
Sin sin ha! ha! come on sin sin do the sinister
Sinister surf mind raid
Cyco surf min raid
What I want I do it
What I need I take it
If I want I'll do you, you been warned
What you want won't happen
What you know don't matter
What you feel I give it right here and right now
Right here and right now
Right here and right now
Right here and right now
Do the sinister

song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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A Plea

Writers of baseball, attention!
When you're again on the job-
When, in your rage for invention,
You with the language play hob-
Most of your dope we will pardon,
Though of the moth ball it smack;
But-cut out the 'sinister garden,'
Chop the 'initial sack.'

Rake poor old Roget's 'Thesaurus'
For phrases fantastic and queer;
And though on occasions you bore us,
We will refrain from a sneer.
We will endeavour to harden
Ourselves to the rest of your clack,
If you'll cut out the 'sinister garden'
And chop the 'initial sack.'

Singers of words that are scrambled,
Say, if you will, that he 'died,'
Write, if you must, that he 'ambled'-
We shall be last to deride.
But us to the Forest of Arden,
Along with the misanthrope Jaques,
If you cling to the 'sinister garden'
And stick to 'initial sack.'

Speak of the 'sphere's aberration,'
Mention the 'leathery globe,'
Say he got 'free transportation'-
Though that try the patience of Job.
But if you're wise you'll discard en-
Cumbrances such as we thwack-
Especially 'sinister garden'
And the 'initial sack.

poem by Franklin P. Adams
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There is a sinister kind of color.

aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Floral Scented Teases Of Repeated Love Sonnets

You have commented more than once,
That my writings are a bit edgy, sinister...
And a little dark and critical.
I agree.
There is something about reality that attracts me.
'My' reality that 'is'.

However...
Your floral scented teases of repeated love sonnets,
Just doesn't depict the 'hood' I embrace.
And trust me...
Anything edgy, sinister, dark and critical I write,
Is for me a motivator that would chase you away.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mirror Vs. My Reflection

Too sinister to be loved
Too hated for that kindness
Too ugly to be wanted
Too remorseful to be silenced
I'm a monster in the depths
Because that what is said
I'm all a fool to believe
Because I am not
Like them
But I am,
Like them
Because I do not believe
A very fool indeed
Because I listen to what they say
That I'm a monster for my skin
I'm too silent in the end
I'm as ugly as I want
Yes my hate could undo kindness
But I will never be too sinister to love
And so in the end be loved in return

poem by April Swan
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The Poor Mind

The poor mind becomes a temple
Based on the noble and virtuous
Thoughts it possesses.

The poor mind becomes a trash can
Based on the ignoble and noxious
Thoughts it contains.

The lowly always dwell
On sinister thoughts vicious
And on loathsome thoughts injurious.

If these deleterious thoughts
Of malevolence and trash are erased
The poor mind becomes highly raised
And it becomes a temple.

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Sinister Purpose

When the sky is gray
And the moon is hate
Ill be down to get you.
Roots of earth will shake.
Chorus:
Sinister purpose
Knockin at your door;
Come and take my hand.
Burn away the goodness;
You and I remain.
Did you see the last war?
Well, here I am again.
Chorus
I can set you free,
Make you rich and wise.
We can live forever;
Look into my eyes.
Chorus
Mm-mm-mm-mm....

song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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Our Elections

Our elections are political parties having a fight,
About which one of their hidden agendas might be right,
Where those with an independent thoughts are forbidden,
They have to go off in a corner and stay strictly hidden.

Can’t vote for a prime minister by name or a senator,
The establishment will do that and they say, it’s not sinister,
It’s accepted as the long established Canadian way,
And nothing can ever be changed no matter what you say,

Can’t have set-date elections because they they are not liked,
Can’t have recall or binding referendums of any type,
Why do you think more than half Canadians don’t bother to vote?
If we had binding referendums, then we could really promote?

Jan 8th,2011

poem by James Bredin
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Dark and Light

Here where I live it is dark.
Abide within and it is dark.
Sinister beings dwell in the dark.
Seeing is not possible in the dark.
They are Dark.

Cavort about in the dark.
Come and surround in the dark.
Laugh and howl in the dark.
See them not, hear them yet, here in the dark.
They are Dark.

Not always do I live in the dark.
Comes a time without the dark.
Sinister beings exists in the dark.
Cannot survive without the dark.
They are Dark

When it is not dark,
And it is not always dark.
Beings of warmth pierce the dark.
Crack and splinter the dark.
They are Light.

Then sometimes I live in the light
Warm and safe in the light
Want to stay in the light.
Surrounded by life and love in the light.
They are Light

Sometimes light, sometimes dark.
In one world, than in the other.
In one, fear; love in the other.
Back and Forth, Light and Dark
I am Dark! I am Light!

poem by Jeff Manion
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Wallowing

My grief has no panacea, my sorrow has no bounds
Without a moment's notice, my somber heart pounds
Into the deep furrows of solitude grave
Where my lonely mind dwells for my heart is deprave
Of other hearts; even mine God's heart is deaf
To my wallowin sadness, mine heart that wails
In the sullen air of Dante's hellish breathe
In the whirlpool of pitiless souls, my love fails
And meets its maker, the sinister called death

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times.

quote by Agnes de Mille
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Died

I could climb until I reach where angels reside
Ask around to find out where the junkies applied
You just up and left me on this rock all alone
Its my fault for knowing now what I should have known
Ohhhh oh oh
My heart is tired of beating slow
Ohh ohh
Its been depleating since you died
Died
Since you died
You died
I could drop until I touch the sinister side
Visit all attractions flippin back and aside
Still you leave me rotting on this rock all alone
Its my fault for knowing not what I should have known
Ohhhh oh oh
My heart is tired of beating slow
Ohh ohh
Its been depleating since you died
Died
Since you died
You died
Ohhh oh oh
My heart is tired of beating slow
Uhh ohh
Its been depleating since you died
Died
Since you died
You died
I could climb until I reach where angels reside
I could drop until I touch the sinister side
Ohhhh oh
My heart is tired of beating slow
Uhh ohh
Its been depleating since you died
Died
Since you died
You died
Died
You died
Died
You died

song performed by by Alice In Chains
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While I was writing Wild Swans I thought the famine was the result of economic mismanagement but during the research I realised that it was something more sinister.

quote by Jung Chang
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Sinister [The Same Addresses]

Ethan Hawke

by Scott Derrickson from Sinister (2012)
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Tears Rolling Down

Open notebook
Closed mind
A poet's crime-
Devoid of rhyme!
Sinister tale
A fear that ails
And cripples me...

She would love
To have my name-
I know her well
She persists-
But has she changed
To someone else
Who is melting down
On my desk
As a simple thought
In other word,
A shadow woman
Without a form?

Like an answer
Captured first in my mind
And then on my tongue
And as a result,
My fingers go slowly
Down to a blank sheet
Translating this tragedy
Into another sad love poem...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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God

God I thought you were trying to get to me so I got off the phone.
God come on and talk to me if you’ve got something to say.
God hurry up—you’ve got eternity but I’ve only got a few million lousy minutes.
God I’ve got other people to talk to.
God I’ve got bigger fish to fry if you aren’t telling me anything.
God is this some kind of sinister practical joke?
God either you’ve got a message for me or not.
God leave your message at the beep, I’m not home anymore.
God if you’re stalling for time it’s not working.
God I’m gonna get back on the phone soon, talking to people with something to say.
God this charade is over—it’s the last time you make me think you’re coincidence.

poem by Adam Maruyama
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Facing Fear

I found myself on a dusky, dark street.
I found myself afraid of what I might meet.
But all I met was fear of the unknown.
I feared the thought that I was alone.

The fear was palpable and chilled my bones.
There were dark and sinister undertones
to what I pictured would happen to me.
What it was I couldn't foresee.

What I was doing here I realized now.
I was here to overcome fear somehow.
I looked up and saw the moon in my view,
the same old moon from the streets I knew.

With that in mind I ventured ahead
and left that place that brought me dread.
The mind can conjure up all kinds of things
and when it does, oh the terror it brings.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.

quote by Hermann Hesse
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It's cool to play a sinister bad guy who also has a human side.

quote by Lukas Haas
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As I cry

I cry for sons of soil
who did all in their power to foil
the sinister design to foil

Do we ever shed tears?
for those who lay their lives and bear
all pain and ordeals with all fears

Are we not undoing the sacred promise
to hold on together and unitedly rise
against the sinister plot to cause surprise

Why blame forces when we make hell?
pelt the stones and unnecessary kill
do they come as picinic person?

Are we above the sacred mother land?
what are we doing to remove foes from frinds?
can we not shut the doors for them and end?

Can we kill our own mother?
and worry for unfriendly others
no sacrirfice is greater to bother

It is not khakhi menace
We are pushing them into furnace
They die for cause never to surface

What are we trying to show?
Mud and only insults to throw
I shed my tears and allow to flow

I am not helpless
The peace has to ascend unless
Ugly crisis we altogher face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Mother of Beauty and Love

Through thine heart, and times portal,
Thine give me truth and love immortal
No love, if there is love, is like thee
Sometimes I ponder if love is what thou be?
Or if love we did know before was just a charade
A propriety, a clandestine façade
To satiate sinister lust
That infects us…
For when thy walk, thou dance to me
And when thou talk, thou words paint
In my sweet soul of loves immortality
The contours of thy body which hide in my souls eye
thine beauty, mine sadness… should thy beauty die
And thy beauteous soul leave like an autumn tree
All its beauty for my heart to see…
I write this poem to immortality
the mother of love of beauty!