Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.
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Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself.
quote by Soren Kierkegaard
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War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War can be defined as long periods of boredom, short burst of terror, seemingly lasting forever, To those who are there, Waiting for another outburst, which never seems to cease.
You Pray, you count all your blessings, the outgoing not what you fear, its the incoming that can't be trusted.
War can be defined as boredom, for those who's life was spared, as the days in between that matters, on those who life spent there.
2008
poem by Charles Garcia
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But On The Other Hand
Death is Bad;
but it is slimming.
Life is Good;
Except when it is Bad
Heaven is good
but it is too far away
and I wonder if there
is dating there
or marriage.
Why do Arab Martyrs
get 21 virgins in Heaven?
Where do they come from?
Dying is ok by me
I just don't want it to be unpleasant
and I certainly don't want to watch;
don't want you to watch either.
I like birds
but the way they fly around
seems frivolous.
Happiness is over-rated;
but then again
so is misery.
I like kissing
but the spit part
and the lips-
can't you catch something?
The little girl said
'Sex is like blowing up a balloon
and then the baby cries.'
He said;
'Women are like precious diamonds
hard on the outside
hard on the inside
but make-up and lighting
makes them look shiny.
But they are far more valuable than men.
Men are like custard pie
delicious when fresh
but not fulfilling
enough for dinner;
have them only for dessert
and then only occasionally.
Children make marriages.
Children break marriages.
Thinking is like washing your brain
sometimes after washing
you can do a thing with it and that can make you nervous.
If your favorite pet and your significant other was drowning
who would you save?
This is the single greatest indicator of what stage of life you are in.
Cowardice is the root of all evil.
Complacency is the root of all Cowardice.
Laziness is the root of all Complacency
The root of Laziness is Boredom
The Root of Boredom is the inability
to choose what is interesting.
The root of choosing only the uninteresting
is control from the top
The root of control from the top
is Cowardice.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Root Of Evil Is Insanity
The Root of Evil is Rejection
There is the need to get even, attack
A paranoid act toward Destruction
For imagined offense - to fight back!
The Root of Evil is Corruption
Absence of light, love, or goodness.
The aim is only to create Disruption
Perhaps to gain Attention, such a mess!
The Root of the Evil is Insanity
No valid Reason, Logic, or Cause.
Just the need for Demented folly
The end itself is sure Mental Loss.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Evil
Evil, why have you engulfed so many hearts...evil
Evil, why have you destroyed so many minds...
Leaving room for darkness, where lost dreams can hide.
Evil, why do you infest our purest thoughts, with hatred.
Evil, why have you stolen so much love...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
Evil, why have you taken over gods childrens eyes...evil
Evil, before they could really grow to see,
That your way, is not the way, to make, life what it should be, yea, yea, yea
Evil, why have you destroyed, youve destroyed so much of this doggone world...evil
Evil, oh, why have you broken so many homes...
Leaving everyones emotions lost and wandering free.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Love Of Money
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
She began running for the border and her life
Like the wind, straight into the terror of the night
And she survived, bargaining her body for their gold
In the end all she had to sell them was her soul
Thats the way it goes
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
We began reaching for the future like a dream
In a land where everything was free
Wordly men turned their profits into war
No one knows who were really fighting for
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
Chorus:
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the root of all evil
Love of money is the work of the devil
Love of money
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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In Memory Of The Unknown Poet, Robert Boardman Vaughn
But the essential advantage for a poet is not, to have a beautiful world with which to deal: it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
T. S. ELIOT
It was his story. It would always be his story.
It followed him; it overtook him finally—
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
Probably at the end he was not yet sorry,
Even as the boots were brutalizing him in the alley.
It was his story. It would always be his story,
Blown on a blue horn, full of sound and fury,
But signifying, O signifying magnificently
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
I picture the snow as falling without hurry
To cover the cobbles and the toppled ashcans completely.
It was his story. It would always be his story.
Lately he had wandered between St. Mark’s Place and the Bowery,
Already half a spirit, mumbling and muttering sadly.
O the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
All done now. But I remember the fiery
Hypnotic eye and the raised voice blazing with poetry.
It was his story and would always be his story—
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
poem by Donald Justice
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Do The Right Thing
Do no evil,
See no evil,
Hear no evil,
Work no evil,
Say no evil,
Act no evil,
But do what is right always;
because, you and i need this world.
It is our home,
It is our place of birth,
It is our joy when peace reign always than war!
So do what is right always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Gunpowder Plot (Let This Be A Lesson)
Your idea's liked by us,
but son, you know too much.
If you won't be a slave,
we'll send you to your grave!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
Don't let him up on stage;
He'll end our golden age.
The world's not ready yet;
Take him out, he's a threat!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
The bodies pile up;
everyone knows too much.
The world's not ready yet;
Take them out, they're a threat!
In good versus evil,
evil always prevails!
Because there is no good,
evil always prevails!
The world's not ready yet;
The world's not ready yet!
Let this be a lesson;
Your product's a lemon!
poem by Michael Fischer
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A Few Advices To A Nephew Studying The Science Of Psychology
you say you want noise
so much noise in fact
in the middle of the night
to bury the boredom reigning in yourself.
i wonder if you have consulted the gods and goddesses of poertry.
if you have gone at the entrance of its temples.
one does not need noise to expunge boredom.
one needs only silence.
you tell me i am different. Sort of telling me you are different
and you belong to the wonders of your youth.
i am telling you, you are wrong my dear nephew.
you have taken so much noise, and you are lost.
you have disregarded the voice of your heart
and the furies will take the revenge.
the noise will take you like the Pied Piper of Hamelin
to the sea with all the rats and there
they will drown with you.
Take your time. Have fun with so much noise.
When this fails, and i know it will, please come back
and drink the lovely potion of silence.
This is the beginning
of poetry.
Some things are so real, in this poetic imagination.
As she once puts it: an imaginary garden with real toads in them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feeling the rath of Evil
Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
poem by Kelsi Gray
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Feeling Evil
Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent
poem by Elena Helms
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Between The Thin Line
He was a bright, happy, smart kid to begin with
who always kept to himself by the dried lake
playing with the rainbows and butterflies
messing with the true colours of the world
So one gloomy Sunday boredom went to see him
to let the kid taste how bitter the reality really is!
but unexpectedly, the boy kicked the boredom in its ribs
and the boredom laughed so hard that its teeth fell off…
The good thing is after that day the boy learned one thing
he learned that boredom is a one ticklish son of a bitch!
so of course he, the boy kept doing what he loved doing
without giving a rats-arse about the rest of the god forsaken,
cruel, rat-trap of a world which he knew was surely out there
He yelled his lungs off at the empty, cloudless skies
jumped as far as the moon and breathed some fresh air,
swam through the seven oceans, walked a thousand miles,
flew over the skyscrapers and winked at the cute girls
who stood open mouthed, staring at him, behind windows
and rode the lightning across the tallest mountains
and so finally when the moments stood up on him
he simply refused to lose to the jumbled mess of confusion
which each and everyone out there refered to as life.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Penitentiary Philosophy
Here's my philosophy
Livin in a penitentiary
Brothers all on the corner
Tryin to make believe
Turn around aint got no pot to pee make me
Mad when I see ya sad
Can't stand to see ya hussle doin bad
But you can't win when your will is weak
When you're knocked on the ground
Evil
Don't you test me
Evil
You won't win
Oh why
World
Why world
Do want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
Oh Why World
Why world
Do you want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
I'm tellin' you the truth I hope I'm not being too cruel
Since you ain't playing by the rules
We're bout to kick you off your stool
Evil
Don't you test me
Evil
You won't win
Oh why
Why
Why world
Do you want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
Why in the world World
Why world
Do you want me be so mad yeah
Say why
I am a warrior princess
I have come from the other sun
Gather all of your members
Unite them as one
Move together in harmony
Build a bridge
Now destroy a bridge
Eliminate your weakness
Conquer evil, the demon
And live Forever Together
Why can't we get along and
Take all the funky tones
And make up a funky song
That be bangin on and on
Make me
Mad when I see ya sad
With the same look ya momma had
But ya can't win when your will is weak
But ya get out ya seat
Oh why
Why
Why world Do you want me to be so mad
So mad yeah
Why in the world
World
Why world do you want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Penitentiary Blues
Here's my philosophy
Livin' in a penitentiary
Brothers all on the corner
Tryin' to make believe
Turn around ain't got no pot to pee
Make me mad when I see ya sad
Can't stand to see ya hustle doin bad
But you can't win when your will is weak
When you're knocked on the ground
Evil, don't you test me
Evil, you won't win
Oh why world
Why world
Do want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
Oh why world
Why world
Do you want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
I'm tellin' you the truth
I hope I'm not being too cruel
Since you ain't playing by the rules
I'm 'bout to kick you off your stool
Evil, don't you test me
Evil, you won't win
Oh why world
Why world
Do want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
Oh why world
Why world
Do you want me to be so mad yeah
Say why
I am a warrior princess
I have come from the other sun
Gather all of your members
Unite them as one
Move together in harmony
Build a bridge
Now destroy a bridge
Eliminate your weakness
Conquer evil, the demon
And live forever together
Oh why can't we get along and
Take all the funky tones
And make up a funky song
That be bangin on and on
Make me mad when I see ya sad
With the same look ya momma had
But ya can't win when your will is weak
But ya get out ya seat
Oh why Why Why world
Do you want me to be so mad
So mad yeah
Why in the world
Why world do you want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
Why in the world
Why world do you want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
Why in the world
Why world do you want me to be so mad yeah
So mad yeah
Why make me, make me, make me, make me, make me so mad
Why yeah, why yeah, why yeah
Why yeah...
[ad-libs fade out]
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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The Evil World
The evil world is like hell with human life,
So for almost every man beats his wife.
No place is worser than a life in a cell,
Except for eternity with demons in hell.
The evil world is filled with worthless life,
Yet life is sometimes worth living.
At night I lay in my bed
Wondering when is everyone dead.
Yet the evil world is like hell:
Evil conquers most human beings.
Without light or good the human race
Will seize to exist.
You must fulfill the life of man.
The evil world is like hell with human life.
poem by Tamika Taylor
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Dr. Evil
Evil, evil is his one and only name
Evil, in his mind there is no other game!
When your name is Evil, that is good or so you think,
but you're so very wrong.
It's evil!
But being wrong is right, so then you're good again,
wich is the evilest thing of all...
Do you find his sudden ways, invite you? does he excite you?
If his contradictions should atract you, should he distract you?
Heaven help you then...
You're finished, it's the end...
There'll be no retrieval...
From the evil...
The evil,
he will
do.
He's evil,
he's Doctor Evil.
His name is Evil.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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But when we place God on our side of things, that we are now ridding the world of evil - that's very dangerous, that one nation has this role to rid the world of evil. What about the evil we have committed, that we are complicit in?
quote by Jim Wallis
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The life of the creative man is lead, directed and controlled by boredom. Avoiding boredom is one of our most important purposes.
quote by Susan Sontag
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Only the most acute and active animals are capable of boredom. - A theme for a great poet would be God's boredom on the seventh day of creation.
quote by Lewis Cass
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