I must be informed, that one of my great duties was, to obey the priests in all things; and this I soon learnt, to my utter astonishment and horror, was to live in the practice of criminal intercourse with them.
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A Cynics view a rant
Religion is about control.
Although they claim to save your soul.
The truth is it’s a power game
the priests of all creeds are the same.
Although the priests may well protest.
Your soul’s of little interest.
They want to tell you what to do.
If you believe their words are true
you will obey like silly sheep
Instead of walking you will creep.
Obey the rules they give to you
Exactly as they want you to
I am quite certain some believe
that what they promise they achieve
Because for you they intercede
Your place in heaven’s guaranteed
Another trick which they all use
The threat of Hell if you refuse
tobelieve all the words they say
That their way is the only way.
They label me a heretic
Because I know what makes them tick.
To most it’s just a power game
a way to achieve lasting fame.
They do not practice what they preach
and disbelieve the things they teach.
you may say I am cynical
but I reply I’m practical.
Their prime objective is to rise
as high up in their hierarchies
as it is possible to do.
Except perhaps for very few.
The godly men of every creed
Who do their best to meet the need
Of those who follow faithfully
and count no man an enemy.
11-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Keep Me Informed
Keep me informed,
When you think you see dawn.
And you are through with darkness
That supplied subdued restlessness.
And you wish to move on!
Yes...
Keep me informed.
Keep me informed,
When you're hopelessness has gone.
I will be there,
To chip aware what is left of your despair.
And you are prepared to sing songs!
Yes...
Please keep me informed.
Keep me informed,
If you feel you've been wronged.
With me I will help you undo...
Bitterness I have felt too!
And we will build a love...
Recognized and true.
Yes...
That is what we will do.
If you keep me informed.
Just keep me informed,
Take your time...
But don't take that time too long!
I've been searching for you.
You are someone who sees through...
Clouds you wish to lift!
And I am here,
To assist with the lifting of it!
Yes...
Keep me informed.
I know together we belong!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Most of us have been taught about the need to appropriate by faith what is already ours through grace. We all desire to have more joy in our Christian life. The keys to experiencing joy are available to all of us. We need to understand the gospel of the grace of God as revealed to the Apostle Paul. Then as we put Paul's instructions into practice, we will come to know God experientially. This will cause us to know Him better which will cause us to want to obey more, and on and on it goes. Then as we learn and obey God and become focused on spiritual things instead of earthly things, we will become thankful for everything that God has provided for us in Christ. Knowledge, obedience, and thankfulness will then lead to abundant joy in our everyday life In the words of the old hymn Trust and obey, For there's no other way, To be happy in Jesus, But to trust and obey.
quote by David Havard
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Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet-Sexes Are Unequal
No man can do all things, a woman does;
No woman does the things, a man can do;
Unequal are the sexes, why make fuss?
Some things a woman does, a man can too!
And what an adult does, a child can't too;
What children do, an adult surely can't;
The things the elderly do, can youth do?
None can like how the priests do, prayers chant.
Each sex and age is meant to do some things;
The others can't outdo them in their field;
Yet, constant practice much perfection brings;
Vying alone can't improve each farm's yield!
Let’s strive to do better, the things we ought;
Never degrade those for things they cannot.
poem by John Celes
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter II: Criminal
Good criminal will judge like a cop
Bad criminal will think as a victim
Smart criminal will use the brain
Fool criminal will be burned by emotion
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sonnet- The World Today(12)
The world wallops in utter selfishness,
And people live in sin and luxury;
And dream in terms of utter hollowness,
And practice unabated usury.
Both men and women are stubborn to the core,
And commit sins far grievous than before;
To evil thoughts stands open their mind’s door,
With hearts of stone, they want to sin much more.
Like shrubs in wasteland, people seem to stand,
Useless to self, they cannot help others;
Both rain and sun are useless for their land;
Their fruitless lives get wasted thus, brothers.
Some only learn to live with God’s beacon,
And make their minds, hearts, souls and days halcyon.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Life is full of Surprises
Some things in life remain an utter flop!
My plans to make my life secure did fail;
I thought I’ll run but I could only hop!
My mind and body couldn’t stay hearty, hale.
The things I thought were precious-most were not;
Some ignored things were worth their weight in gold;
The mountain fizzled out and turned a dot;
The innocence of youth was gone when old.
The things that God bestowed on me were great;
Although delayed, they stood stead-fast with time;
I learnt that I could always change my fate;
Sometimes, a dollar got dwarfed by a dime!
Life’s problems pernicious get solved so fast;
The ways of God are strange but truly last.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-27-2005
poem by John Celes
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Misfortune
Dare not disobey
We have not
Learnt to obey
Misfortune.
Love is not joke
We never serious
To life to live
Misfortune.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Women priests. Great, great. Now there's priests of both sexes I don't listen to.
quote by Bill Hicks
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Electric Intercourse
I feel some kind of love 4 U
I don't know your name
This is the kind of love that takes 2
I want U and I'm not ashamed
Cuz baby, U shock my wild
With a sexual electricity extraordinaire
Come and take advantage and undress me
I don't even know U, I don't even care
I feel some kind of sexual courage
Tell me do U feel it 2?
Our bodies wanna be 2gether
Girl, I wanna be with U
Electric is my body, baby
I'll shock U with my lips
Darling, don't U know
Your Technicolor climax is at my fingertips?
Hear me, baby
Electric intercourse, electric intercourse (Wake up, Wendy!)
Don't U wanna?
Electric intercourse, electric intercourse
Don't U wanna make love, sweet love, my love?
Mash it
Electric is my body, baby
I'll shock U with my lips (Yes I will)
Darling, don't U know
Your technicolor climax is at my fingertips
Baby, no no, listen 2 me
Electric intercourse, electric intercourse
Don't U wanna?
(I say this)
Electric intercourse, electric intercourse
(I say the first intercourse, I say the first one)
Don't U wanna make love, sweet love, my love?
Yeah
Electric intercourse, electric intercourse
Don't U wanna?
Electric intercourse, electric intercourse
Don't U wanna make love, my love, sweet love, yeah?
Don't U wanna?
Electric intercourse
Don't U wanna make love, yeah?
Auntee Emm {x2
song performed by by Prince
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I Have Learned
I’ve learnt to understand that….
A prohibitive degree of inner freedom –
Not a caprice but a strain.
Up to the end it will remain!
I’ve learnt to understand that….
The tales we dream up
We write out of our own head.
And…. we should cherish that!
I’ve learnt to break up the rules,
So that no one should be hurt.
Using my own tools,
I would like to avoid the dirt.
I’ve learnt to believe that….
There are no ideal relations.
They can be sometimes a brief,
Very often with a frustration.
I’ve learnt to feel that….
Striving for harmony I love disharmony.
Loving in everything the truth
The lies sometimes sooth.
I’ve learnt to be patient,
Though not everyone knows it.
It’s better to be absent
Than to throw a stone into a shit.
I've learnt not to be afraid of any competition,
There is only right or wrong choice,
There is only someone's ambition,
There is only strong or weak voice.
I've learnt to understand that....
Love can't be found where it doesn't live,
If love exists it can't be hidden.
A true love can't be forbidden.
I’ve learnt to understand that….
Love can't be found where it doesn't exist,
Love can't be hidden where it is.
A true love you can persist.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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H-K (Hunter-Killer)
The conscious man is dead
And I buried him
Beneath this scarred tissue
Armored skeleton
The machine is now alive
Desensitized with open eyes
Powered by an angry mind
And is refueled by those I despise
I've become what the detest
A delinquent survivalist
Without fear and no regrets
They fu*king say
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I must steal to survive
I must kill to moralize
Leaving people victimized
Fuels my angst inside
I'm your judge
And your jury
You don't get an attorney
With my verdict of guilty
An execution in fury
The machine is now alive
To wreak havoc in your lives
There's no use to hold me back
I am ready to attack
Repeat second verse
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
song performed by by Fear Factory from Demanufacture
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It is not the straining for great things that is most effective; it is the doing the little things, the common duties, a little better and better.
quote by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
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0007 Rilke on Solitude
If you notice that solitude is great,
rejoice because of this.
For what would solitude be
that had no greatness? There is
but one solitude, and that is great,
and not easy to bear,
and to almost everybody come hours
when they would gladly erxchange it for any sort of intercourse,
however banal and cheap; with the first comer,
with the unworthiest...
but perhaps those are the very hours
when solitude grows, for
its growing is as painful as the growing of boys
and sad as the beginning of springtimes.
To be solitary, the way one was solitary as a child,
when the grownups went around involved with things
that seemed important and big
because they themselves looked so busy
and because one comprehended nothing of their doings.
Be close to things; they will not desert you;
there are the nights still
and the winds that go through the trees
and across many lands;
among things and with the animals
everything is still full of happening
in which you may participate;
and children are still the way you were as a child,
sad like that and happy,
- and if you think of your childhood
you live among them again.
(Abstracted from Rilke's letters to a young poet)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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About Cassandra...
'She evokes the same awe, horror and pity
as do schizophrenics', an observer has noted,
'who often combine deep, true insight
with utter helplessness,
and who retreat into madness.'
facing the stones that
rise into figures of her own horror
she goes outside
and asks for the help of
someone who must believe her
there is no one
and that is the main agony
of her days
turning instantly into nights.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He that has acquired learning and nor practised what he has learnt, is like a man who ploughs but sows no seed.
Saadi in On the Duties of Society
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The Mother
Every criminal has a Mother!
And this Mother goes to the *Supreme Court
And begs for his Son!
Then the Magistrate tells her;
'I am sorry Mother, your son has killed another son.'
Then Mom says; 'In Your honourable Court every criminal hangs? '
'That depends on the Witness.' The Judge said politely.
'O.K. Sir, You hang me and send my son home because he wants to be a Judge one day! '
You see, only a Mother can sing that sad song!
[*This special Supreme Court even the Magistrates could practice.]
* To Maxim Gorky for his superb novel 'Mother'.
Quoted from 'get on the bus' (Uniting children with their mothers and fathers in prison.) 'I noticed things about my mother: She was pretty and she looked like me.I found something in common with all the children on the bus.They have a Mother in prison too. -a little girl-
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I am no longer a criminal. I gave up that practice years ago.
quote by Ronald Biggs
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Epilogue to the Tragedy of Cato
You see in ancient Rome what folly reign'd;
A folly British men would have disdain'd.
Here's none so weak to pity Cato's case,
Who might have liv'd, and had a handsome place;
But rashly vain, and insolently great,
He perish'd by his fault -- and not his fate.
Thank Heav'n! our patriots better ends pursue,
With something more than glory in their view.
Poets write morals -- priests for martyrs preach --
Neither such fools to practice what they teach.
Though your dear country much you wish to serve,
For bonny Britons 'tis too hard to starve;
Or what's all one, to any generous mind,
>From girls, champagne, and gaming, be confin'd;
Portius might well obey his sire's command,
Returning to his small paternal land;
A low estate was ample to support
His private life, far distant from the court!
Far from the crowd of emulating beaux,
Where Martia never wanted birthday clothes.
For you, who live in these more polish'd days,
To spend your money, lo! ten thousand ways;
Dice may run ill, or duns demand their due,
And ways to get (God knows) are very few;
In times so differing, who shall harshly blame
Our modern heroes, not to act the same?
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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