You have to be deviant if you're going to do anything new.
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Sleep To Dream
I tell you how I feel, but you dont care.
I say tell me the truth, but you dont dare.
You say love is a hell you cannot bare.
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got your head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
I have never been insulted in all my life.
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride.
First you run like a fool just to be at my side.
And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide, and I cant abide.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got this head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
Dont make it a big deal, dont be so sensitive.
Were not playing a game anymore, you dont have to be so defensive.
Dont you plead me your case, dont bother to explain.
Dont even show me your face, cuz its a crying shame.
Just go back to the rock from under which you came.
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim -
And dont forget the blame.
I got my feet on the ground and I dont go to sleep to dream.
You got this head in the clouds and youre not at all what you seem.
This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways.
So dont forget what I told you, dont come around, I got my own hell to raise.
song performed by Fiona Apple
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Well if done a lot of hard work to try and get people to act rationally, the fact that weve had 15 deviant Muslims, plus 5 or 8 others that got away does not mean that all Muslims are deviant or extremists.
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Water Closet
We are in the water closet
adjacent perpendicular mirrors
you sink ninety degrees on vertical
teeth brushing body bent axis horizontal
Mmmhhhh...
yes
oral hygiene stimulate arousal cleansing
You are bending brushing bristling
backside tattoo target inviting
I behind you lust limb salivating
stalk to sweep fine bristles beating
scrubbing swaying brushing
I sweep swayed toward for following
Your call mating instincts answer
spring pounce prey posterior
as I the deviant disciplinarian to wallop
my wonderful water closet trollop
How I so delight sight anticpatory
you bracing administration's imagining
whoop-wallop deviant deliciously
spontaneous training demented delivery
Pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Such a sweetest slapping rapping
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Over the sink we are synching
gasping grinding sighing singing
punishing pummeling scrubbing stinging
squirming stealing squealings
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Our eyes are fixed to mirror's pivot
gyro reflecting rocking reflex
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Numb as our mouths' my hand toothbrushings'
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poem by Randy Resh
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In the U.S. you have to be a deviant or exist in extreme boredom...Make no mistake all intellectuals are deviants in the U.S.
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Circle Of Beliefs
Can't explain the other side
Answers lost before their eyes
Violence surges from inside
A state of mind that never dies
Born into a chosen way
Life that doesn't fit today
To die a painful death it seems
Is better than your misery
Contemplating rearranging
Changing all your ways of tinking
Everyday you life seems like
It's pushed into a hole
Acting out another's needs
To rule a soul eternally
Adjusting to another set
Of values takes it's toll
Growing in a lunacy
That plays on your stupidity
Circle of beliefs
Secrets never keep
Living in a lie
Right before your eyes
Born without a brain
Helpless is your name
All you do is pray
Living is your pain
Mentally so small you can't
Accept another side
Your point of view a memory
Because it doesn't mean a thing
The resurrection's waiting for
A world without sin
The temples will crumble
While awaiting for it to begin
Circle of beliefs
Secrets never keep
Living in a lie
Right before your eyes
Losing is your way
Mental disarray
I can see your strain
You don't want to be saved
Can't you see no validity
Must control silencing of souls
Slow decay spreading through your brain
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I thin many people's deviant behavior starts with dreams because dreams are so non-linear... as if there's an assumption that everything has to be linear or has to be plotted.
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Puff-adder
Camouflaged in the veldt,
with its khaki colour
melting into the rocks and grass
its flicking tongue caught my eye,
made me froze in my tracks
where it was lying looking obese
but a puff-adder attacks lightning quick
and do not like other snakes
try to get away,
but is a cocky deviant thing
and your limbs rot off
where it bites.
A startled grey field mouse
was unaware of lurking death
fled out before me
with a peeping sound
and disappeared down the throat
of the once hissing snake.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Storm
Stormy weather
this time of year
in Kuala Lumpur
it always comes
in the late afternoon
it sounds like gods
are moving houses
the heart thumping thunder
several years ago
the rain even pulled
down a high rise building
on the hillslope
this time it sounds like
the gods are nailing down
some deviant angels
and they try real hard
to get them down
the heart thumping thunder
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Deviance
I embrace the darkness within
Forever serve beneath its hand
Horrid thoughts that surface to me
Ceremony bloods command
I will live through this forever
I have done the things you grieve
As you kneel before its evil
Death is here deep inside your
Skinned alive now naked
Terrorized no humanity
Seek salvation from an mia god
Empty vessels chanting for your death
Walk the streets beneath the shadows
Searching for a cryptic bride
Eat alive the conscience I hate
Without pain I watch you die
I will live through this forever
I have done the things you grieve
As you kneel before its evil
My face is the last you'll see
Soaked in blood the mask you wear
Haunting cries the dead scream for me
Staring eyes invoke no guilt
I can taste your mind your lifeless
Face the dead and dying
Feel your life drain
Through your soul
Seek salvation from an mia god
Empty vessels chanting for the dead
Death is yours
Your veins have dried
Staring eyes of glass now empty
Still you speak with lips so cold
In my head I hear you cry
God is dead can't save me
Taking lives with impunity
Resurrection of a deviant Christ
Feeding hate to capacity - deviance
song performed by Slayer from God Hates Us All
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Black Friday
Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon whos stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend,
Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds.
My hammers a cold piece of blood-lethal steel.
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal.
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads,
Deviant defilers, youre next to be dead.
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent.
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. yeah!
Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain.
I mangle their faces, till no features remain.
A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds.
First take out the organs, then cut off the head.
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet.
One more bloody massacre, the murders complete.
I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend.
And, blood baths are my way of getting clean.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
Im out to destroy you and ,i will, cut you down.
I see you, and, Im waiting ,for black friday.
Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon whos stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
Im out to destroy you and ,i will, cut you down.
Its black friday, paint the devil on the wall.
song performed by Megadeth
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(Writer Poem) Building A Rainbow
Their is the formula.
Their is the glue.
Building a rainbow just for you.
Masking the colors till I'm ready to reveal,
The way I feel.
A soul you can touch.
A complete embodiment of me for all to see.
Portray characters of all kinds.
From the lovable to the deviant I define.
Oh I long to taste that bitter sweet brine.
As much as reaching out to places I have yet too see or be.
A need of fulfillment in this quite empty heart.
A place to start anew and fresh.
A birth upon little known success.
Watch as I undress, layer after layer stripped away.
Unearthing the wholeness I have never felt.
The rawness, the nakedness of it.
It is sometimes amazing what lies beneath.
Raising above the fear that is causing me to grit and grind my teeth.
A double imagination.
A trivial expression of who I am.
A horrifying captivation of my mind.
My stalemate becomes intertwined.
As a man I am sometimes so blind.
As a immortal I create this world.
It twists and swirls.
The creation of my own personal pearl.
A gem like no others,
Fire hot yet cool to the touch.
Yet I still I don't why it means so much.
Is it the desire?
Is it the love?
Is it another one of those just because?
A I can with sincerity.
My own sense of charity.
And my thoughts continue to forever vary.
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I Live To Sin
A purpose so fitting that if it was true.
I could not deny it anymore then the tides coming back in.
But with a stroke upon my own ego and a wicked grin.
I'm here to tell you I live to sin.
I live not for you.
Your impression upon me is not permanent.
It is not concrete.
As much as it has changed me.
I'm still coming into my own.
Just think about this if it wasn't you it would be somebody else.
Damn these clones.
They look like me.
They talk like me.
They even walk like me.
But their just not me.
Too many mes not enough yous.
Here let me grab my eraser and lets see if yet again I can be the savior.
Or how about being infamous player.
Cause I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't.
Keep saying no you won't.
And just watch me.
In the absence of reverse psychology.
Just maybe their something wrong with me pathologically.
I'm no doctor so how could I really know.
But I know what fills me up.
Complete, whole, and in control.
And that's not you never was.
Compliments have gone to your head just because.
Reasons that will baffle.
A mind that makes no sense.
But still I feel no resentment.
Anger inside with a deviant intent.
A smack upon the head with thoughts of revenge.
But whom would I be avenging?
Myself nah I most certainly would not and I do say this with utter confidence.
A selfish endeavor would not be so clever.
So watch as I pull this lever.
And every thought put upon this page disappears without a single ounce of rage.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Tearfully Begging For Forgiveness
Deviant behavior,
Taught!
And thought to be cute,
From one's birth...
Until the budding of appearing youth,
Is not going to be easily subjected...
To campaigns of not being morally accepted.
Capitalism as witnessed,
Has no regard for morality!
Not when the marketing of it...
Is commercialized on TV.
And depicted as sinful...
By those tearfully begging for forgiveness.
After years of preaching wholesomeness...
In robed self righteous stances,
From behind pulpits.
And those who speak truth,
Are chased away as if lepers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bonds
The bond can be strong and unchangeable
It can make life worth living and bearable
But a bond not worth savaging is worth less
Than the mud on the bottom of a shoe from payless
Chosen bonds can make it through the worst storms
It far exceeds and surpasses the societies norms
Deviant one may say, but a worthless bond
It cheap and can sometimes be a con
The bond that is not even enough to withstand
The bond that can't even to begin to comprehend
It's not the bond someone can lay life
On, and you know when that bond is right
When all you see is the shinning lights
poem by Murasaki Kitsune
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Swallow Your Pride
I'm on another trip
I took one to many sips
The bitter taste on my lips
I can't breath
Listen to me
I'll exhale as my face goes pale
Dark grey clouds
So familiar of sounds
I'm being haunted
I just might be wanted
Certainty is most certainly out of my reach
Maybe some one can teach
Deviant am I like a parasite
I think I might just be wanted
How far is too far?
What is pride?
Overwhelming
Kill me from the inside
Its my kind of reasoning
But I'm not believing
The colors are so deceiving
Its a chameleon
Adapt to your surroundings
Create a foundation
Put up a place
Discard all aggravations
Hand in my resignation
No more consultations
Another demolition
Its so due
No more premonitions
Their just another lie
That's how they get by
Watch as they slide
Whats not true can still hurt you
You do as you do
I will not judge
I know no such love
Not here
Not from above
A push
A shove
That's how you get completely messed up
What I got I need not
I'll just pick another plot
There's the spot
Bury me
Bury me
I will not get on knees
Its not in me
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Tell Me Now. Does It Satisfy?
Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Can you feel it in the pit of your stomach? The anguish of years. A fountain of tears. A pledge, a promise broken. Anger re awoken. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? With every lie a deep web is woven. Has every thing from you been stolen? Do you feel as if your at someones mercy? Does fear have you pinned down so tight. Its just not right. Your a victim of your own ability to be free. Swallow all your dignity. Say those two words help me. Or take matters into your hands. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Smile as you walk in denile. Its not really happening. Another proclamation of your imagination. Reality becomes a horrible trip. It would make most so sick. They couldn't take it. You just get deviant. Sneak around. Step so lightly. For next time he might be ready and waiting. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Does it ever satisfy
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What If? What If?
you are convinced...
that i am a socialist,
a deviant, a rebel,
a lost cause....
what if your mother
lived in Iran,
Afghanistan, Syria,
or even North Korea?
would you want to drop
the bombs then?
what if your father
was on Death Row?
convicted of a crime
you knew he didnt commit?
would you still vote
for the death penalty?
what if your sister,
strung out and desperate...
was a whore on the corner?
would you still want
to cut social programs?
what if you brother,
jobless and penniless,
had his house foreclosed?
leaving him homeless and hopeless...
would you still vote
to bail out the banks?
what if your children
were hungry and starving,
and no one would help them...
would you take the law in your hands?
what if? what if?
look around you!
the faces you see
are no different than yours.
maybe a different skin tone,
maybe speaking a different language,
maybe worshipping a different god...
but really, not any difference!
the faces you see are your own!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sexual Deviance In the House Of Abstinence
Lamenting her malpractice,
Deep within hollow shadows which leave her weeping,
A sensational desire,
Thirsting for brass staves and iron chains to unbind
Searching to find,
A hunger to see,
A blasphemous path to her deviant wishes
Nurturing beastial fetishes,
Unevovled lusts which her own malice has dared to invoke,
So proudly on knees, bleeding, bruising, begging
For deliverance from this repression, this burdening resentment...
To revel in the fruits of her hungering orgasms,
Free and proud,
Unbound without the hint of restriant,
Screaming the name of Abomination
Chanting the spell of infernal charm and pleasure....
poem by Jack Cropes
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the Eternal Question
THE ETERNAL QUESTION
She was just a child, really,
A girl of sixteen,
when Stanford White took her
in a champagne fueled dream.
White was an architect of great renown,
He had designed the Garden at Madison Square.
He had designs on this chorus girl now,
whose raven haired beauty drew many men’s stares.
He had dined her and wined her
They had toasts with Champagne
On a red velvet swing
In his quarters they played.
In a room full of mirrors
A virgin lay down
When she awoke the next morning
No virgin was found.
It was Evelyn Nesbit’s fate
To be seen as a pawn or a prize.
Harry Thaw sought her in marriage
To take her from a man he despised.
Stanford White was wealthy, urbane,
and had his pick of life’s pleasures
Harry K Thaw was a wastrel and strange,
living off of his Father’s massed treasures.
White and Thaw had competed
for Evelyn’s affections.
White won, then soon lost interest.
Poor Evelyn lost his protection.
Thaw was an addict and deviant
He injected himself with cocaine.
He enjoyed whipping girls and sometimes young boys
with his riding whip or his cane.
He’d pursued Evelyn Nesbit for years
She’d denied all of his advances
Then her forced her and whipped her and beat her
It was one of life’s stranger romances.
He soon learned that the girl he had married
was no demure and virginal bride.
He learned that his rival, Stanford White
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poem by John F. McCullagh
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Nazi At The Gate Of The Souls Rear Mirror
I bleed a trench coat father me black
With ankle bootstraps to keep my irises pat
My soul mate companion is a cast iron cross
Through deviant creation I am purity in frost
Childhood tears commune the true rites of spring
From the father whose future is planned with a whip
And the teachers, whose rules are not well equipped
To guard the sheep from wolves that dance in the crowds
Play cowboys and Indians but not for much long
The ailments of adulthood will soon be passed on
And mourn for the brother who will not see the sun
Hold him close to escape the ghost you will become
Create our escape in the perfect order that will make
Alone in our minds with a thousand years to define
Tribute to Caesar, who pay spears of his legions
And the 300 Spartans, we'll covey our tribulations
Runaway from the flesh that we call our past
From the adultery of beast in matrimonies mess
To Vienna and leipnitz were stars are candle lights
Restless for images which insinuate our delight
Yet decrepitude speaks into this new maelstrom
Wagner's Valkeryis is ruin to the transient modern
And fraudulent doctors massacre mans honour
Leaving nothing but decadent compromise history
So give duty to the brush, to chart an escape
Break fingers on the canvass to delay the eagle wake
Find comfort in Impressions of wild green fields
The serpent eats the lamp as the hour draws near
For I only see the Hyacinths
When the bones begin to avalanche
From the closets in the factories
Where screams were planted in the vats
And I can only feel the sun
From the hammer blows of lightning
In the fury of the old armaments
Where haggard angels sleep with rats
The light ahead casts shadows breath
Chaste daggers hearts, in mercury triumph
For the wills been swept in cavalcade fire
And the soul lays dormant on the porters funeral pyre
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