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Spleen (III)

Je suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux,
Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très vieux,
Qui, de ses précepteurs méprisant les courbettes,
S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres bêtes.
Rien ne peut l'égayer, ni gibier, ni faucon,
Ni son peuple mourant en face du balcon.
Du bouffon favori la grotesque ballade
Ne distrait plus le front de ce cruel malade;
Son lit fleurdelisé se transforme en tombeau,
Et les dames d'atour, pour qui tout prince est beau,
Ne savent plus trouver d'impudique toilette
Pour tirer un souris de ce jeune squelette.
Le savant qui lui fait de l'or n'a jamais pu
De son être extirper l'élément corrompu,
Et dans ces bains de sang qui des Romains nous viennent,
Et dont sur leurs vieux jours les puissants se souviennent,
II n'a su réchauffer ce cadavre hébété
Où coule au lieu de sang l'eau verte du Léthé

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poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Shameless

(tennant/lowe)
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(ooh ah ah ooh ah ah ooh ah ooh) [hello]
(ooh ah ah ooh ah ah ooh ah ooh)
(ooh ah ah ooh ah ah ooh ah ooh)
(ooh ah ah ooh ah ah ooh ah ooh) [dahhhling - mmwah!]
[how dare you? do you know who I am? ]
[you look fabulous! - mmwah!]
I know what you think
Its clear as mud in your eyes
Were the plastic poseurs and prostitutes
Youve obviously come to despise
But you dont know nothing
Youre not hot enough to matter
You dont understand its the glamorous life
A dream that no one can shatter
Were shameless
We will do anything
To get our fifteen minutes of fame
We have no integrity

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song performed by Pet Shop Boys
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Anchorless and Engulfed

Two who each other barely knew -
though both drew down delinquency
some streets apart, are past, and few
shall etch sketch wretched memory.
Two travelled on lines parallel
while wheeled real reel of history,
banned reel ran out span's tocsin bell
tolled once to tell eternity

‘Bonjour, ma mie, je t'aime, adieu! '
The mocking bird of Destiny
nests but a moment. All falls through
before each earth-bound entity
grasp pain's pain glass a second, spell
life's sensitivity to see
things in perspective ere Death's knell
engulfs hopes in Styx misery.

Confined upon Earth's ark our zoo
builds up its bars too readily.

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Game Played

It is a pleasure to have women;
Shameless, I go after women.
It is a pleasure to please kids.
Shameless, I beg or grab money.

Jealousy is in my root.
Guiltless, I wait for one’s down fall.
Revenge is in my tip.
Guiltless, I wait for a chance.

Vice is the inner part of life.
To uncover is a game played.

(28.06.2011)

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Libbie

Shameless thief and sleepless night!
Listen to the linguist than a flirting wife;
For the thief comes to steal us all.

Sleepless nights and shameless theives!
Listen to the linguist than a flirting husband;
For the thieves come to rob us all.

Miscalculations!
With the red-light instead of the green-light:
But, my name is Libbie and,
Fairness is the right to tell the truth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Never Just Me

My sanity is my own
My madness is my own
My life is mine
My death will be mine
It's all mine
Completely mine
But what life is this?
Greed and shameless dreams
Its mine, mine, mine
When can it be we?
When can it be ours?
When will the greed die
When will the shameless come to light
We are all in this together
I cannot be me without a we
Without the we there cant be a they nor them
Which turns to us
Such finality
Such brutal truth
We are not innocent

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poem by Janelle Morehart
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Young Woman With Bandanna

from now on
said the young woman
emerging from the fairy tales
with bandanna head on
with lipstick refreshed on her lips
crimson
I must live
a little bit more
though she was sore
she was younger younger and younger
from of us all
all of her had been changed in the hospital
perhaps even her love letters
had been
pulled out from her dowry chest
open to all
even her children could not dare to touch
roughly
put into sacks
as clues

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poem by Metin Sahin
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Damaged

Didn't you hurt yourself
Couldn't you wash the blood away
Didn't you love yourself
Couldn't you see the truth
Didn'y you wake to see the light
Couldn't you hear the truth

(GOD YOU'RE SO SHAMELESS)
Stand up to me I know what you'll say
(GOD YOU'RE SO SHAMELESS)
Why don't you wake up and stop all the pain

How could you really know as your
blood flows
The damage left inside
If you should ever see the pain in me
You'd wish it away

Didn't you hurt yourself
Didn't you love yourself

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song performed by Sevendust from Animosity
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Inside

Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it's colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand
Inside she'll never hurt me
Inside the winter's creeping
Inside the compass of the night
Inside the folding of the land
Outside the stars are turning
Outside the world's still burning
Inside my head's a box of stars I never dared to open
Inside the wounded hide their scars, inside this lonesome sparrow's fall
Inside the songs of our defeat, they sing of treaties broken
Inside this army's in retreat, we hide beneath the thunder's call
Outside the rain keeps falling
Outside the drums are calling

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song performed by Sting
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The Moat House

PART I

I

UNDER the shade of convent towers,
Where fast and vigil mark the hours,
From childhood into youth there grew
A maid as fresh as April dew,
And sweet as May's ideal flowers,

Brighter than dawn in wind-swept skies,
Like children's dreams most pure, unwise,
Yet with a slumbering soul-fire too,
That sometimes shone a moment through
Her wondrous unawakened eyes.

The nuns, who loved her coldly, meant
The twig should grow as it was bent;
That she, like them, should watch youth's bier,

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poem by Edith Nesbit
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