An orphan's curse would drag to HellA spirit from on highBut oh More horrible than thatIs the curse in a dead man's eye.
quote by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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One with Darkness
When ever I go out I go out fighting
Screaming for chance to finally end up dying
I have to murder to fulfill my end of this deal
Death is imminent, but something that I’ll never feel.
This is my curse, this is my curse
Sign upon the bloody line I should’ve thought of first
This is my curse, this is my curse
This is my curse, this is my curse
Killing for a living this can’t get any worse
This is my curse, this is my curse
How can I ever love someone else
When murder is my life, and I can’t even love myself
Every night I wake up next to another dead whore
Someone please stop me I don’t want to murder anymore
poem by Justin Schock
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An Accursed Day
I curse the day I met you mourn.
I curse the day I dour departed left.
I curse the day that I was birth born.
I curse the day of self-sought death.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sleep's Curse
Sleep’s Curse
The curse of sleep that lies within,
May only be known by two therein.
In sharing one heart,
They create the part…
The curse of sleep that lies within.
The curse is thus so one can poll,
When one is half of another one’s whole.
It goes like this, in both it works.
There’s no escape from this one’s jerks.
When one is gone and the other’s there,
They both can’t sleep for no one’s near.
Each one will worry, and each one will fret.
Gaining no rest you can very well bet.
Reflect the curse with each together.
Neither one sleeps beneath the feather.
One seeks comfort the other to protect.
In this the curse laid bare and seen,
Sleep they shall never glean.
poem by Zachary Clougher
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The Curse
What if for you, I could place a curse
Upon your enemy to make his life worse
To have him suffer both in pain and woe
Wouldn't you be happy, if I would do so,
If you like it, I could cause him to lose his hair
Or I could have him believe GOD is not there
I could rip out his tongue so he could never speak
Then asking for help, he could never seek,
Wouldn't you be happy if I would curse your foe
Just nod your head and I will strike the blow
I will cause him suffering and I will give him pain
He will lose all that he has and he will go insane,
I could close his ears so he could not hear
So he couldn't hear the joy, but see only the tear
If you ask me I could even curse his arm
And the one that he had left he could do no harm,
I could even curse him to lose his leg
Wouldn't you be happy to see him crawl and beg
I could even blind him so he will not see again
Then I could make him angry and cause him to sin,
Just tell me what type of curse you'd like it to be
And happily I will place it upon your enemy
If you would like it, I could have him dead
But only if you asked me for a curse on his head.
Then I looked upon evils ugly face
I shook my head with pity and utter disgrace
As for your offer presented to me, it I will shun
And for enemies and foes, thank GOD I choose none.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Waiting In Boredom
Waiting in boredom
for something to get done
is the greatest enemy
to a very active mind.
It is the curse that affects us all,
making us lose our patience
over the simplest tasks
we have to perform.
Waiting in boredom
eats away at our soul
making time drag
within everything we try to do.
It is the curse of humankind
of which there is no cure,
just to be patient
and wait to see it through.
2 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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Only One Horrible Thorn
I like to cry and throw a fit
Even the dark day I was born
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn
I did not like people around
I would sit, curse at them and scorn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn
My heart could never feel the love
Deep inside I felt sad and torn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn
People still tried to get close to me
I would open my mouth and warn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn
I will never show a smile
This is an oath that I have sworn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn
But the day will come, I will die
Then haunt people after they mourn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn
poem by Paul Celano
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You Curse At The Girls
They say you curse at girls
Don't you know it isn't right
You could get yourself in trouble
You've been living in a different world
Looking for another fight
Sifting through emotional rubble
Hey boy, don't you get it
One day, you're gonna regret it when she's gone
Hey boy, you can bet it
You'll be blue
Each time you curse at girls
You curse a little at yourself
Don't you know a girl gets angry
Hey boy, don't you get it that
One day, you're gonna regret it when she's gone
Hey boy, you can bet it
You'll be blue
They say you curse at girls
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Waiting 2
Waiting is a curse
we all have to endure.
Every minute seems
to stretch itself into five
and the five into ten
and so forth and so on.
Waiting is like a time bomb,
the more you wait
the more the ticks get louder.
You get restless,
as it seems to drag on
and on and on.
Patience is a virtue,
but waiting is a killer
drawing out your frustration
and shortening your temper
as our calm and collect feelings go.
Waiting can turn into boredom
when there seems
nothing else you can do.
Waiting is a curse
that all of us have to endure
until it is over.
13 April 2012
poem by David Harris
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Curse Upon You
Curse upon you
And embrace your fate
It runs in your blood
It traces in your skin
The poison of love
The venom of desire
Curse upon you
And bless over the other
It makes you commit a sin
It makes you full of envy
For the glow in their eyes
For the warmth of the sun
Curse upon you
And you despise your own existence
You rather die than to hurt
You rather gone than to destroy
The thing you hold dear
The precious you don't want to lose
Curse upon you
And darkness following
It raises the deepest fear
It brings the painful sorrow
Of forever loneliness
Of unrequited dream
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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You Small City
You, small city
Covered by blue sky
And brown fence
I curse you
You, small city
A wide gate to death
And a doom of health
I curse you
You, small city
Full of mistrust
And breakage of vows
I curse you.
poem by by unknown author
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Curse The Sky
How much hate
can one man feel
When his kingdom is crumbling
How much pain
Can one mant take
When his future is melting
Eyes of fire blast his brain
cursing heaven an hell
Nothing barred just asking why
No answers to be heard
Fire eyes, curse the skies
Thanks maker for
questions unanswered
Falsify, disposition died
You detest the faker
Eyes, lies
I curse the skies
Tell me something
Tell me why
Terror reigns, I'm in pain
Why, Why, I curse the sky
Tattered times and
Brainwashed minds
Cluttering up his thinking
Boiled hate just can't wait
There's no more self control
Eyes, lies
I curse the skies
Tell me something
Tell me why
Terror reigns, I'm in pain
Why, why, I curse the sky
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Richard Cory
They say that richard cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a bankers only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard cory at the opera, richard cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything hes got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
Richard cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Richard Cory
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Curse The Fate
CURSE THE FATE
Curse the fate
As right away I knew
It’s forever too late
On the very first sight
I wanted to hold him back
Knowing it’s not right
This need to see you
Gives me the strength
To daily continue
Though we never kissed
Just your nearness
And I feel blessed
Curse the fate
As I met him
Many years too late
Heart is full of ache
Body and soul reaching out
This longing isn’t faked
Can’t get you out of my mind
After a solemn embrace
My teary eyes get blind
Daily life on and out
For sure this is true
I’ll never get over you
Curse the fate
As right away I knew
It’s forever too late
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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The Curse Has Killed The Laurel Tree
The power of Dracula's curse is felt everywhere in Transylvania
The countryside is run down
The towns are feeling older than they should
Bridges are broken apart in pieces
And the minions of the undead grow in numbers more and more every day
And interestingly enough
Someway, somehow
The curse has killed the laurel tree
Walking up to the laurel tree
While protecting myself from the effects of evil
While being blessed in the time of sunlight
I can tell the laurel tree is so far gone
I can tell it's dead
And in my heart, I feel its pain
I feel for it, I really do
Because it didn't deserve this fate
And to the people as well as myself
We all could've prayed for the laurel tree to survive
We all could've prayed for a miracle
But now it's too late
The curse has killed the laurel tree
poem by Justin Gildow
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Blessing In Disguise
Are you lonely?
Are you Crying?
Are those teardrops in your eyes
is it more blues, is is bad news,
is it a curse?, or a blessing in disguise.
Did you leave him?, do you love him?
Have you said your, said your last goodbyes
Is it over, hey
are you sorry?
Could it be a blessing in disguise
It's the scars that make you stronger
It's the hard times that make you rise,
It's the sweet things that only time bring, yeah
Gonna ride back a blessing in disguise
Ooooooooohhhhh!
Clouds roll by, and bring the rain
tears wiped dry to ease the pain
oh!
Are you lonely?
Are you Crying?
Are those teardrops in your eyes
is it more blues, is is bad news,
is it a curse?, or a blessing in disguise.
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.
quote by Ezra Pound
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Fits did not go over well in my house. There was a lot of discipline and obedience and you had to be very ladylike. Ladies didn't curse and I still don't curse in front of my parents.
quote by Daisy Fuentes
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King Midas In Reverse
The Hollies
King Midas In Reverse
(Allan Clarke/Tony Hicks/but mainly Graham Nash)
Single release 1967
If you could only see me
I know exactly where I am
You wouldn't want to be me
Oh, I can assure you of that
I'm not the guy to run with
'Cos I'll throw you off the line
I'll break you and destroy you
Given time.
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
It's plain to see it's hopeless
Going on the way we are
So even though I'd lose you
You'd be better off by far
He's not the man to hold your trust
Everything he touches turns to dust
In his hands
Nothing he can do is right
He'd even like to sleep at night
But he can't.
{Interlude with 'all he touches turns to dust' 4x}
I wish someone would find me
And help me gain control
Before I lose my reason
And my soul
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
{fade out}
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas with a curse....
song performed by by Hollies
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For a happy couple
When situations do not play out
As we would wish them to, we become
Critical, irritated and furious.
We curse and condemn from helplessness.
To curse or condemn wrongs is a refusal
To accept their reality; note.
Not to curse or condemn wrongs is not
That you condoned them and from weakness.
A dog's tail cannot be kept straightened.
Either accept it as a reality
And remain with it if you have to.
Thus spouses can be in harmony.
06.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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