buddhism
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An uprising is stirring There is revolution in the air, People finally take to the streets To show just how much they care, Come on government, try and stop us From protesting against you I fucking dare.
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This is a true story About how I worked in a factory, Few people ever spoke to me, There were white English folk Who showed no interest in me, And I was only young you see And this was very hard to be, In a place of work where people did in speak Then one…
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I cannot dwell in a negative state That would be an existential waste, And I cannot suffer a consciousness malaise That really is not my spiritual way, I keep happy and smiling and I resonate love Because that is what life to me is about.
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She loved her work outs at the gym I knew she liked how men checked her out, Her wonderful amazing firm body Her long legs, long hair that’s what she was about, I knew on occasions when she got lifts home She’d do a little more work and a little more sweating, In the back…
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Face buried in the pillow Fingers clenching at the sheets, Sweat pouring from her body Feeling him inside her, Feeling the pleasure of him As the rhythm hit the climactic peak, Though away I was happy My friend had made her so complete.
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Do you engage in people watching Sitting staring at life as it passed by, Seeing all the different kinds of people There are so many different, varied types, Do you ever wonder what goes on in their lives Do you ever question where and why, They are shuffling around this town today I wonder if…
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My day is always a long one Starts early, ends late when I am then done, Too tired to do anything else Except sit on the sofa and dwell, Before I finally drift off What kind of life is this, Simply trying to exist, And my muscles ache And my bones are hurting, But I’ve…
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Being free is my birthright Free will is our true might, I am not about to surrender it I will never give it up and submit, To do that would be an absurdity There’s nothing you can offer to buy from me, It’s the final bastion of my authenticity It defines my individuality, And shines…
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Cotton pleated white sheets Without a single crease That’s something special to me Crispy linen with laundered smell That’s something that I think is swell As the sun shines through the window And I am anticipating your arrival To enjoy our loving pleasurable revival In the cotton pleated sheets upon the bed Where we’ll lose…
