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Mind Control With The Mind Still Intact

Beliefs can not be turned into truth or fact no how hard one try to.
Most of the time they come straight from the heart.
And as much as many people would like it their not all are the same.
You want clones you must first kill the human soul.
You want absolute control.
You must dominate with nonhuman power.
You must release absolute darkness and let it devour.
Until their is nothing left.
But an emptiness abiding.
Thoughts become so terrifying.
They become non existent unless their not your own.
A black hole to anyone that struggles or fights back.
Mind control with the mind still intact.
That would be quite a feat.
That would be quite an act.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVIII: Absolutely Relative

Expensive is absolute, cheap is relative
Far is absolute, near is relative
Ugly is absolute, beauty is relative
Weird is absolute, crazy is relative
Stubborn is absolute, brave is relative
Stupid is absolute, smart is relative
Weak is absolute, strong is relative
Old is absolute, mature is relative
Lose is absolute, win is relative
Rich is absolute, poor is relative
Sad is absolute, happy is relative
Misfortune is absolute, lucky is relative
Safe is absolute, fear is relative
Love is absolute, hate is relative
Important is absolute, forgotten is relative
Easy is absolute, difficult is relative
Wrong is absolute, right is relative
Bad is absolute, good is relative
Lie is absolute, truth is relative

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Control

Control control
control control! !
Too many times a day
control!
Control the sleeping
time, the wake!
Control amount
of coffee, milk,
sugar intake!
Control breakfast,
lunch and dinner's time,
Also the calories
and vitamins to come!
Control your words
control your thoughts
control the sitting
straight out pose
Control own look
from head- to toes!
Forget not those
that count
the most:
Feelings! !
Control them!
Out not to let
controlling self
to not became a threat
to whom or what
to ask I wouldn't dare
right now, I wouldn't
even care..
No more control!
No keeping sane!
FREE! ! !
as the Wind who's
messing up my hair
I - Want - To- Be! ! ! !

Let others have control,
not me! ? !
Control..control control
control? !
Oh, pardon me! -bull s..!
I had enough:
-I'M OUT OF IT! ! !

poem by Elena Sandu
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If Hitler had had the talents and the temperament of a genuine artist, if Stalin had had the capacity to become a first-rate theoretician, if Napoleon had had the makings of a great poet or philosopher they would hardly have developed the all-consuming lust for absolute power. Freedom gives us a chance to realize our human and individual uniqueness. Absolute power can also bestow uniqueness: to have absolute power is to have the power to reduce all the people around us to puppets, robots, toys, or animals, and be the only man in sight. Absolute power achieves uniqueness by dehumanizing others.

quote by Eric Hoffer
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Threads Of Truth

Threads what are gossamer threads of truth?
Where do they lead among all those entangled byways?
Who can separate all the knots all the strings
to find that one straight path to an elusive absolute truth?

Is there ever only one ultimate truth that outshines
all others amist the crowds of unending misconceptions?
Does God ever leave a thread of truth that might
speak for him as a guiding symbol of absolute fact?
A thread that represents his divine absolute authority?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Searching the truth

Nothingness of negation or
Negation of nothingness....

In self, we are the negation of nothingness,
But we allow the nothingness for self.

We allow the nothingness of consciousness
As a perpetual flight of the being.
We exist in self and we exist for self,

In a cartesian duality,

In a latin con-cretum,

When the certain being surpasses that being toward nothingness.

If Jesus did not exist,
the Christians would not be existent,
But Christians are existent.

No one can deny Jesus, as Son of the God,
And say that He is non-existent, at the same time,
As Son of The God,
Because no one can deny something that
Is non-existent,
As no one can deny the real essence of the existent.

The non-existent things are part of the reality.
He is existent in the Christian's mind.
He is non-existent in other's mind.
He is in idea.
There are too many wars for this idea..

Negation of nothingness
Lead to nothingness of negation
In a double negation.

Jesus is necessary for salvation,
Jesus is essential for salvation.

We need to be sanctified,
We need to be better than we are.

Without the assertion of existence,
The negation cannot destroy it.

We have a metaphysical necessity,
While God has His necessity of Himself.

And what would be the purity of intention
And the truth
Without this?

The denial of noes, which means fertilization, at Hegel,
The absolute duty to tell the truth, at Kant...
The human lie at Schopenhauer.

The existence and the non-existence,
Seemingly, an irreconcilable antithesis....

poem by Marieta Maglas
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It Was Only Yesterday When I Said I Want Your Body

yesterday i may have been high with my
testosterone
i wanted your body to satisfy me
i was so hard on
myself demanding what may kill me
at the end,
but then i jacked off
then i turned weak and flaccid in my thoughts
the heat is over
and time to cool off from our senselessness
and hard

headedness our unreasonableness to the demands of the hard
flesh,

now i sit calm like a lotus pure around this mud
i take back my mind
i put my senses intact

i still need your love, your mind, your care, your thoughts,
and your body to just sit beside me

i do not have even the courage to touch you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bury My Soul

if i died today
it would take my pain away
no more in the way
with no more to say

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

take my mind away from the misery
take my heart away from the mystery

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

i looked into your eyes
and i saw all the lies
my hate is now my fate
the more i try
the more i die
the more i die inside

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul

i left to rest my soul
i buried my heart in the dark hole
turn the page
begin the new chapter
i surrender
i surrender my soul

so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul
bury my soul
bury my soul

poem by Bobby Butterfield
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The Rabbit Hole

How deep does the rabbit hole go?
Too many people don't want to know.
They're afraid they might come upon
something not so nice.
Isn't it easier to just skate
over very thin ice?
No worries, no frets of any kind,
it's much more comfortable for the mind.
Don't look left. Don't look right,
just straight ahead is what's in their sight.

Now take the ones whose heads can turn,
they are the people whose minds do yearn
to see how deep the rabbit hole goes?
What they will find will surely expose

Why we are filled with insecurity?
What's at the bottom of inequality?
Why some never have prosperity?
And so much more will come to light
and these are the brave that will take up the fight
and try to fill the rabbit hole
so the complacent ones who pay the toll
might have a chance to save their soul.

Now rabbit holes are dug deeper each day
by the power that wants you to have no say.
They want control over all that you are.
They will do all they can to block the star
that shines for you on every night.
They would love to keep you away from that sight.
For then they've got you and your soul
deep in the bowels of the rabbit hole.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Declaring

Find them a conscience declared in
an absolute casual
sun, find them a feat
declared by the happy
things
Absolute windows, absolute little lives
Always tell a wall, letter throne
stone desk-life, as it may
That which through
a cautious power dwells, accidental and passing

poem by Federico García Lorca
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Why, oh Why? !

You're dressed in Black!
With a gun in your hand;
And, with a motorcycle! !
Not forgetting your Black mask.
Going a´round and killing people withoutn any reason;
Because, you are like a robot and, Satan is in control of you.
Yes, Satan has the remote control to turn you on and off!
And, the only thing in your mind is to kill people without any reason.
Yes, you've built up your mind with, hatred in your heart! !
You do ride your motorcycle around with a gun in your hand;
And, you are dressed in Black with a Black mask on.
Why, oh why? !
Why do you go against race, religion and language?
Why these killings?
Black mask,
Black outfit,
Black Motorcycle;
Why, oh why?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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(Angry Poem) Absolute Destruction

One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Tear it all down.
Move out of the way.
Or i will dig into you,
with claws sharper then a scalpel.

One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Vengeance is a game best played numb,
so numb. I'm a black hole.
I'll suck you in. then with the strongest gravity,
ill crush you to oblivion.
I just cant take it anymore.
As hard as I try this time.
I don't think some people will survive.
Its my wrath that cast a shadow of an overcast.

One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Feel the rhythm, its a sooth Sayer.
That plays music in such a way,
that my body becomes an iron cage.
Fight to free yourself.
You just can't. It wont break.
You are mine.
You are in heaven already.
You just don't know it.
You infected me with your sick
bent twisted blistered ideas.
I tell them to leave me alone.
They still don't go.

One step closer, one inch further,
to absolute destruction.
Seen it all before.
Open the door an come fourth once more.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Creation Of An Absolute Nothingness

Maybe we can create the absolute zero.
In in everlasting destruction can it truly be considered of an absolute nothing?
An emptiness, A barren wasteland.
Maybe once the destruction is done.
Maybe only if it doesn't continue.
Ignoring the theories not yet truly proven.
A doubt is but a zero upon the mind.
A change upon the times.
What can we stop?
What can we prevent?
As single entity of being?
As a shadow of many important existences.
Why do we think we're so great?
Come on now watch as we beat nature at her own game.
But have we really?
Delaying tactics are just not the same.
Oh planner of the mighty plan.
Oh foreseers of the future please make your prediction fourth right.
Seeing this through to my end in this life I have been given.
Whether we live on long after I'm gone only time will tell.
But, indeed I do hope as human beings we do well.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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He's Back

You're with your baby
And you're parked alone
On a summer night
You're deep in love
But you're deeper in the woods
You think you're doin' alright
You heard a voice
Did you see that face
Or was it just a dream
It can't be real
That only happens, babe
On the movie screen
If you see him comin'
Get away if you can
He's a dangerous man
Throws a dangerous party man
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
He's going out tonight
Going to make his rounds to get his fill
Standing staight and tall
He's a ton of fun
And he's dressed to kill
You know you read he was gone
It surely is him
But he's back on the prowl
Again and again and again
Don't you know
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
You know you read he was gone
It surely is him
But he's back on the prowl
Again and again and again
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
He's back

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Head Like A Hole

God money Ill do anything for you.
God money just tell me what you want me to.
God money nail me up against the wall.
God money dont want everything he wants it all.
No you cant take it
No you cant take it
No you cant take that away from me
No you cant take it
No you cant take it
No you cant take that away from me
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
Id rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
Id rather die than give you control.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Youre going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Youre going to get what you deserve.
God moneys not looking for the cure.
God moneys not concerned with the sick among the pure.
God money lets go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
God moneys not one to choose
No you cant take it
No you cant take it
No you cant take that away from me
No you cant take it
No you cant take it
No you cant take that away from me
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
Id rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
Id rather die than give you control.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Youre going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Youre going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Youre going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Youre going to get what you deserve.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
Id rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
Id rather die than give you control.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Youre going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
Youre going to get what you deserve.
You know who you are.

song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Control Over Power

Control over power is good, because everyone needs control over the burden of power.

Power over control is not the best, because people then can not control the power they have and use it in very sick and disgraceful ways.

That's why control over power is the best and that will never change.

poem by Andrew Marks
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I Give You My Soul Through Pain

Who wants my honest soul?
I want to be free when the devil is in control.
How much would you give up to buy it?
How much would you give up just to try it?
Let the astral projection begin.
Breath in, breath out.
Picture your self in this unholy body.
Then let the soul draining commence.

I will put up no defense.
It is an absolute surrender.
It is an absolute sacrifice.
In the upright 5 pointed star with a circle with candles surrounding.
A ritual to a perfection.
A Wicca call to the powers of nature.
From the earth, fire, water, wind, and lastly the spirit.
Inflict pain to make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.

Strip the body bare,
Let artificial cloths not shield what's really there.
Rise up, stand up, you need be ashamed it was the we were all made.
With our own weaknesses and strengths.
A unique complexion shall be inscribed upon each every living creature.
No matter if of seems inanimate or not.

But the true power is the power within.
You can feel it pulsing through veins with every single beat.
Your heart can never be compromised.
A man will love till his dying breath
Your mind can put you in clouds when your feet are solid on the ground.
Seeing a reality not in existence yet.
The gypsy curse some say.
The mumbles of an old man getting grey.

I will put up no defense.
It is an absolute surrender.
It is an absolute sacrifice.
In the upright 5 pointed star with a circle with candles surrounding.
A ritual to a perfection.
A Wicca call to the powers of nature.
From the earth, fire, water, wind, and lastly the spirit.
Inflicting pain will only make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.

The fireworks are constantly going off.
They light up then slowly die.
This is life in its simplest form.
And why does it ever have to be any more complicated then that.
Like a like a little I wish upon these stars.
Hoping it get easier.
But in all reality I know it never will.
But I do still try to enjoy my seldom and few far between frills.

Who wants my honest soul?
I want to be free when the devil is in control.
How much would you give up to buy it?
How much would you give up just to try it.
Let the astral projection begin.
Breath in, breath out.
Picture your self in this unholy body.
Then let the soul draining commence.

I will put up no defense.
It is an absolute surrender.
It is an absolute sacrifice.
In the upright 5 pointed star with a circle with candles surrounding.
A ritual to a perfection.
A Wicca call the powers of nature.
From the earth, fire, water, wind, and lastly the spirit.

Inflicting pain will only make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.

But the true power is the power within.
And some things can be just given.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Angels VS. Demons

there is a battle raging within me
that i can't control.
of angels VS demons for my earthly soul.

i found that the demon can enter your mind
and at times control your thoughts
and try to get you to do things
you normally don't do..

if you are depressed
that's when he's at his best.
he fuels up the anger that
has built up inside
and gets you to believe all his lies.

he wants you to believe that
everything in life, is owed to you.
and tells you that
'this is what you have to do'.

take everything that you want in life
and no one will put up a fight.
for angels and humanity are weak as can be.
and he's here to set you free.

these are just a few of the lies
he will tell to you
to get you to do what he wants you to do.

then i have the angel with all its might
telling me that
'everything is going to be alright'

to believe and feel all that's in your heart
for that's how mankind got its start.
for the heart is the center of your soul
and is something the demon can't control.

so follow your heart like you do your deams
and don't let the demon get in between.

so in reality, i can say to you
the LORD gave you the power
to your heart be true.

poem by Louis Rams
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Meditation Poem 1 - Emptiness of the Mind

emptiness of the mind
a realm bigger than this head can hold
bigger than dead could hold
it is when you are absorbed in
the blossoming of a night flower
every second it scents time like heaven

emptiness of the mind
it is when your mind fills a huge boulder
like a soul, sprawled over the universe
taking in all with solid stoicism
a desire frozen by coldness
harder to break than rock

emptiness of the mind
it is when your mind cast a bigger mystery
than the black hole
so vast and empty you realise the zen of things
that there are things surviving on emptiness,
just being empty

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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