Song of Myself. Won't you help support Day. Poems? 1. 81. 9- 1.

What idiots. For me this is hard to watch. I just want to grab these creationists by the neck and. well you get my drift. I had a similar conversation with my.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself. And what I assume you shall assume. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air. Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their. I, now thirty- seven years old in perfect health begin. Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance.

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2. 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul.

Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten. I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard. Nature without check with original energy. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with. I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it.

The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the. It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it. I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.

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I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath. Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love- root, silk- thread, crotch and vine. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing. The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and. The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of. A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms.

The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag. The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields. The feeling of health, the full- noon trill, the song of me rising. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

There was never any more inception than there is now. Nor any more youth or age than there is now. And will never be any more perfection than there is now.

Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge.

Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well. Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical.

I and this mystery here we stand. Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen. Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age.

Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they. I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.

Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean. Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be. I am satisfied- -I see, dance, laugh, sing. As the hugging and loving bed- fellow sleeps at my side through the night. Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with. Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes. That they turn from gazing after and down the road.

And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent. Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Trippers and askers surround me. People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and.

I live in, or the nation. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new.

My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues. The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love. The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill- doing or loss. Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news. These come to me days and nights and go from me again. But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am.

Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary. Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest. Watch I Love You, Man Online Gorillavid. Looking with side- curved head curious what will come next.

Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with. I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat. Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not.

Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning.

How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me. And parted the shirt from my bosom- bone, and plunged your tongue. And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own. And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own.

And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women. And that a kelson of the creation is love. And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them. And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and. A child said What is the grass?

How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord. A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt. Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see. Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic.

And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones. Growing among black folks as among white. Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass.

Top 5. 1 Disturbing Quotes from 1. Disturbed Serial Killerscompiled by Patrick H. Moore. This compelling yet horrifying array of 5. Although I’m quite certain that each and everyone of these killers had their moments of intense terror and loneliness, I am struck by the fact that some of them seem far more unhappy than others.

For example, Aileen Wuornos may have been one of the most unhappy women that every lived. Compared to her, suave Mr. Bundy seems to to be feeling only moderate pain, while the deadly Dahmer appears to be consumed with guilt over his actions.

What all of this boils down to is that although serial killers may well shares many basic personality characteristics, they are all different which makes it tough to generalize effectively about them. Aileen Wuornos  (the saddest woman who ever lived)“May your wife and children get raped, right in the ass. To me, this world is nothing but evil, and my own evil just happened to come out cause of the circumstances of what I was doing. David Berkowitz  (was no doubt possessed by something though probably not the devil)“A ‘possessed’ dog in the neighborhood won’t let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood.”“Hello from the gutters of New York City, which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine and blood.”“I am a monster. I am the Son of Sam.

I love to hunt.”“I was literally singing to myself on my way home, after the killing. The tension, the desire to kill a woman had built up in such explosive proportions that when I finally pulled the trigger, all the pressures, all the tensions, all the hatred, had just vanished, dissipated, but only for a short time.”“The demons wanted my penis.”Ed Gein  (the inspiration for Psycho, Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Silence of the Lambs. Gein lived in my home state of Wisconsin)“She isn’t missing.

She’s at the farm right now.”“I had a compulsion to do it.”“They smelled bad.”Edmund Kemper (Big Ed was tall, large and reportedly had the I. Q. of a genius. He has been a model prisoner.)“Even when she was dead, she was still bitching at me. I couldn’t get her to shut up!”“I just wanted to see how it felt to shoot Grandma.”“I remember there was actually a sexual thrill . Whipping their heads off, their body sitting there.

That’d get me off.”“The first good- looking girl I see tonight is going to die.”“With a girl, there’s a lot left in the girl’s body without a head. Of course, the personality is gone.”H. H Holmes (completely unique in that he built his notorious Murder Castle where he apparently did in his victims)“I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing. I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since.”Henry Lee Lucas (Henry was without a doubt the victim of bad parenting. The cult film, “Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer” is loosely based on him and possibly Ottis Toole.

I strongly recommend it but keep in mind, it is not for the faint at heart.)“I hated all my life. I hated everybody. When I first grew up and can remember, I was dressed as a girl by mother. And I stayed that way for two or three years. And after that was treated like what I call the dog of the family. I was beaten. I was made to do things that no human bein’ would want to do.”“Sex is one of my downfalls. I get sex any way I can get it.

If I have to force somebody to do it, I do…I rape them; I’ve done that. I’ve killed animals to have sex with them, and I’ve had sex while they’re alive. Ian Brady (Brady, killer of children along with his partner Myra Hindley, was apparently quite the intellectual. He is old and ill now and has expressed his fervent desire to die but the British authorities insist on keeping him alive by means of a feeding tube.)“Contrary to popular perception, the so- called Moors Murders were merely an existential exercise of just over a year, which was concluded in December 1. Jeffrey Dahmer (What can you say about Dahmer that has not already been said and re- said?)“I carried it too far, that’s for sure. I’ve got to start eating at home more.”“My consuming lust was to experience their bodies. I viewed them as objects, as strangers.

It is hard for me to believe a human being could have done what I’ve done”“I couldn’t find any meaning for my life when I was out there, I’m sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing… it’s just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that’s all it is. How it can help anyone, I’ve no idea.”John Wayne Gacy (I don’t like this guy at all though I am weirdly enchanted by his Clown Paintings.)“A clown can get away with murder.”“The only thing they can get me for is running a funeral parlor without a license.”Peter Kurten  (known as The Vampire of Dusseldorf)“After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment , the sound of my own blood gushing from my neck? That would be the best pleasure to end all pleasure.

Richard Ramirez (The Night Stalker was smart and could have done much good in the world if he’d had a decent childhood.)“Big deal, death comes with the territory. See you in Disneyland.”“I’ve killed 2. I love all that blood.”“Even psychopaths have emotions, then again, maybe not.”“We’ve all got the power in our hands to kill, but most people are afraid to use it. The ones who aren’t afraid, control life itself.”“You maggots make me sick, I will be avenged. Lucifer dwells within us all.”Ted Bundy  (There’s something quintessentially creepy about Bundy. A little too suave and self- serving for my taste.)“I haven’t blocked out the past. I wouldn’t trade the person I am, or what I’ve done – or the people I’ve known – for anything.

So I do think about it. And at times it’s a rather mellow trip to lay back and remember.”“I just liked to kill, I wanted to kill.”“You learn what you need to kill and take care of the details…Its like changing a tire…The 1st time you’re careful…By the 3. You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You’re looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!”Albert De. Salvo (Although De. Salvo was definitely a rapist, it has not been definitively settled whether he was actually a murderer.

That could be why his quote seems unlike those of the “real” serial killers.