The neurotic is nailed to the cross of his fiction.
quote by Alfred Adler
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Poem: Song to the Holy Cross
The cross of love:
The cross I love:
The cross I'd loved all life;
The wooden cross:
The holy cross:
The cross that bore man's strife.
The oaken cross:
The heavy cross:
The cross Jesus carried;
The cross on which
Christ Lord was nailed:
And bore man's sins indeed.
The cross of death:
The blood-stained cross:
The Savior, man, redeemed;
The cross of life's
Victory o'er death:
That souls on earth must heed.
poem by John Celes
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I'm afraid of making a mistake. I'm not totally neurotic, but I'm pretty neurotic about it. I'm as close to totally neurotic as you can get without being totally neurotic.
quote by Bridget Fonda
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Sorry, for your loss
The name tag, now has a toe tag
Tailor made suit, a body bag
Sorry, for your loss
Sons and daughters nailed to the cross
Warrior’s creed, must sadisticly bleed
Centuries of blood-letting
Collateral damage begetting and begetting
Sorry, for you loss
Sons and daughters nailed to the cross
Foreign lands possess body parts
Dirt and soil now soldiers hearts
The innocent scream never departs
War’s handiwork displays its arts
The glory of war constantly embarks
Carrying innocent lives in war’s arks
While the horror of violent bloodshed harks and harks
Sorry, for your loss
Sons and daughters nailed to the cross
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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I try not to be but I'm super-neurotic about diet. I'm neurotic about trying not to be neurotic! I'm like every other girl. I have to try really hard my whole life to try to be fit. And I'm super-vain. And I want to wear cute clothes.
quote by Gwen Stefani
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At the cross God wrapped his heart in flesh and blood and let it be nailed to the cross for our redemption.
quote by E. Stanley Jones
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The Cross
praise him in all his glory
for behind this is a story.
a story for all the world to see.
and how He set mankind free.
HE gave up his life so that we may live
and freed us of mortal sin.
nailed to the cross with just a loin cloth.
and how they gambled for his garments
with his blood and everything on it.
and when the sky turned completly black
everyone ran and turned their backs.
they did not have any idea
the power that this man possessed
until they put their faith to the test.
when he came back on the third day
you could hear everyone say
HE is truely the son of GOD
and i'll keep him in my heart.
he kept his word that he'd return
and to his words we would forever learn.
after the sighting of his reincarnation
believers gathered for a celebration.
and on that day the number of apostles grew
to better serve me and you.
now there are holy men in every nation
praying for our salvation.
the cross that he was nailed to, still exists
but now it lives in our hearts
and has become a very big part
of the daily lives we live.
for the cross that we carry
is much different than his.
for we all have burdens and pains
that we must go through.
for that is the cross that we must bear,
and to the world our faith we share.
so carry this cross and hold your head up high
for he is looking down from the sky.
poem by Louis Rams
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DAILY BY THE BEDSIDE(A Lenten Reflection)
I sat.....wide-gazed..
Life's possibilities....
Not without the Cross
Pinning me to earth notwithstanding
The joys, happiness
That must have been mine
This and that would have made life unbearable
If not for embracing the Cross
Befallen yet whole in spirit
Daily by the bedside
Immortalized by the man on the Cross
Nailed, crowned and crushed to death
Daily by the bedside
i die from sin, mistakes
Over acts only by your Cross
Was redeemed
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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The anguish of the neurotic individual is the same as that of the saint. The neurotic, the saint are engaged in the same battle. Their blood flows from similar wounds. But the first one gasps and the other one gives.
quote by Georges Bataille
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Unlock That Box!
Everybody knows.
You're behind closed doors.
Wishing to live a life you hide.
But afraid to step outside.
So...
Unlock that box!
You like to peep but get on out.
Too many people keep their wishes swept away.
To have their walls upon them fall...
As they dry to rot and fade.
Unlock that box!
Get out and walk the block.
And stop playing the game with life,
Of love or love me not.
Everybody knows.
You're behind closed doors.
Wishing to live a life you hide.
But afraid to step outside.
So...
Unlock that box!
Or...
Get somebody who will prove,
That you can move and do it!
Don't be neurotic you can do something about it.
Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
And everybody knows you're there behind closed doors.
Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box.
Why you choose to be neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!
You can do something about it.
Unlock that box!
You're hypnotized and neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!
You're hypnotized and neurotic.
Unlock that box.
You're like an addict on narcotics.
Unlock that box!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Great Folly
all children
of a pleasure
seeking age
seeking
painless lives
and yet
be christian
ignoring the fruit
of the
gospel page
that Christ
crucified
is our salvation
to accept Christ
is to accept
the cross
our rose is
accompanied
by the thorn
by the
cancer cell
or the
painful loss
this is the path
of those reborn
no neurotic
searching
or hoping
for pain
but peaceful
acceptance
if it be our lot
willing his will
as we bear
his name
let this be
the spirit
of our thought
the cross
is Jesus
and he is
the cross
viewed by many
as the great folly
but in rejection
it is their loss
as unto death
we travel daily
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
quote by Sylvia Plath
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Doubt is to certainty as neurosis is to psychosis. The neurotic is in doubt and has fears about persons and things; the psychotic has convictions and makes claims about them. In short, the neurotic has problems, the psychotic has solutions.
quote by Thomas Szasz
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Hymn 106
Dead to sin by the cross of Christ.
Rom. 6:1,2,6.
Shall we go on to sin
Because thy grace abounds;
Or crucify the Lord again,
And open all his wounds?
Forbid it, mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be said,
That we whose sins are crucified
Should raise them from the dead.
We will be slaves no more,
Since Christ has made us free;
Has nailed our tyrants to his cross,
And bought our liberty.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Inside The Room Early Morning
when you wake up this morning
you decide not to lift your finger
your body frozen inside
your thoughts
you spread your arms like a cross
fix your gaze in the ceiling
light enters through the leaks of
the walls
like warrior rods of flashes of
lights
this is spectral,
something sacred
when you let the morning
do things
the way it likes it
when you feel like a cross nailed
in bed
alone and so
naked
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Did They Die For You?
Why do you look at the sin of others?
What's the matter, did they die for you?
I know on the Cross, there was no other
Only Jesus Christ paid our sins, that's true!
So how come you keep on finger pointing?
Keep looking for the perfect believer!
How come you keep on with silly complaining?
Only Jesus is Perfect, He alone is Savior.
No one is righteous, no not one!
For all of us have sinned and have failed
If you record all the faults of everyone
Remember, on the Cross, only Jesus was nailed.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Science Fiction Woman
She was my science fiction woman,
I was her science fiction man,
Yet our love was no fiction
In our science fiction land.
I wore my science fiction spacesuit,
She wore a spacesuit just like mine,
While we were floating together
In our science fiction minds.
She said her name was Taylor Trippy-
A flower child light years beyond-
She was a science fiction hippy-
A spacey and vivacious blonde.
She told me of our global warming,
Greenhouse gases, acid rain,
She told me everything I know
About the structure of the brain.
So we cruised through constellations
In our science fiction ship,
Transcending time and generations-
Forever free, forever hip.
She came from some unknown planet
In some uncharted galaxy,
And we were both kindred souls
In our cosmic fantasy.
And I don't know how I knew her
Or how we came to meet that night-
She was my science fiction woman,
Who traveled at the speed of light.
At night I look upon the ocean,
The distant stars where she might be-
She was my science fiction woman,
Who set my heart forever free.
June 17,2008
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Questions are fiction, and answers are anything from more fiction to science-fiction.
quote by Saul Steinberg
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Telling Stories
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesnt mean
Youre not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
Theres a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
Theres no one but you standing
Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between
There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Nailed hands still cross death
Launch Rivers of blood divine
Christianity’s birth
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Some major writers have a huge impact, like Ayn Rand, who to my mind is a lousy fiction writer because her writing has no compassion and virtually no humor. She has a philosophical and economical message that she is passing off as fiction, but it really isn't fiction at all.
quote by Theodore Sturgeon
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