Hypocrisy
What plastic rules and feeble doctrine
Props you up in perceived authority?
All the while you live in ugly Sin
Mock God with your blatant Idolatry?
Self-righteous in your clergy gowns
But hidden there is fake piety
In all pretense you do vow down
To stone in worship Hypocrisy!
Dressed in your robes in grandeur
Souls fiery in hell and decay
Eyes laced in greed, for wealth adore
The devil laughs as you kneel to pray!
Go away with your worthless rituals
Dumb beads and endless sacraments!
Like a coin your face is a sick betrayal
Of what the Truth and Wisdom meant.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Young, Dumb & Ugly
We're dangerous dudes, we got bad attitudes
Most of our brain cells are gone
We were born to be bad, you better not make us mad
Or we just might toilet paper your lawn
We got a reputation 'round these parts
We only leave a ten percent tip
Sometimes we don't return our shoping carts
Stay out of our way and don't you give us no lip
'cause we're young... dumb and ugly
That's what we are
We're so young... young, dumb and ugly
We wear black leather in the hottest weather
You can't imagine the smell
We got three-day stubble, our names spell trouble
T-r-u-b-e-l
Reaisin' hell, bendin' the rules just a little
We're livin' only for thrills
We squeeze our tooothpaste tubes from the middle
And wait until the last minute to pay our telephone bills
'cause we're young... dumb and ugly
You better believe it
We're young... young, dumb and ugly
I'll tell you again
We're so young... young, dumb and ugly
We're comin' to your town
Yeah, we're young... young, dumb and ugly
We're wild, reckless men, we're on a rampage again
We drive with just one hand on the wheel
Danger's in our soul, we're goin' out of control
Swimmin' right after a big heavy meal
We're there wherever trouble's starting
We're rebels without a clue
We drink milk right from the carton
And keep our library books 'till they're way overdue
'cause we're young... dumb and ugly
That's what we are
We're so young... young, dumb and ugly
You can't stop us
We're young... we're so young, dumb and ugly
Young, dumb & ugly
We're young... we're young, dumb and ugly
So ugly
Young... dumb... & ugly
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Fake People
All the time
I look in your eyes
But what I see
And what you say to me
Are two totally different things
You pretend you put on a façade
I only wish you knew that I'm not
The only one who sees it as odd
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
So now I must ask who are your friends
Are they really what they seem to be
Or are they just trying to hide from you their envy
Do your friends really have your back
Or is it that that's where by them you've been stabbed
I once had a friend
One I thought would be there for me till the end
Then one day my happiness ended and theirs began
And when I needed someone to lean on
Behind me did no one stand
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
Be careful who you let know your business
'Cause in the end
Rumors about you they could be spreadin'
Don't put your trust in people who don't trust you
There's no telling what they're liable to say or do
Grow smarter with each experience
And you'll see true friends
Are the friends who are their with and for you till the end
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
(1998)
poem by Dionne K. Kelly
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Young, Dumb Ugly
Were dangerous dudes, we got bad attitudes
Most of our brain cells are gone
We were born to be bad, you better not make us mad
Or we just might toilet paper your lawn
We got a reputation round these parts
We only leave a ten percent tip
Sometimes we dont return our shoping carts
Stay out of our way and dont you give us no lip
cause were young... dumb and ugly
Thats what we are
Were so young... young, dumb and ugly
We wear black leather in the hottest weather
You cant imagine the smell
We got three-day stubble, our names spell trouble
T-r-u-b-e-l
Reaisin hell, bendin the rules just a little
Were livin only for thrills
We squeeze our tooothpaste tubes from the middle
And wait until the last minute to pay our telephone bills
cause were young... dumb and ugly
You better believe it
Were young... young, dumb and ugly
Ill tell you again
Were so young... young, dumb and ugly
Were comin to your town
Yeah, were young... young, dumb and ugly
Were wild, reckless men, were on a rampage again
We drive with just one hand on the wheel
Dangers in our soul, were goin out of control
Swimmin right after a big heavy meal
Were there wherever troubles starting
Were rebels without a clue
We drink milk right from the carton
And keep our library books till theyre way overdue
cause were young... dumb and ugly
Thats what we are
Were so young... young, dumb and ugly
You cant stop us
Were young... were so young, dumb and ugly
Young, dumb & ugly
Were young... were young, dumb and ugly
So ugly
Young... dumb... & ugly
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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devil In Heaven
The devil is weak,
The devil is ill,
The devil is dying.
The clergy comes around,
The clergy offers prayers,
The clergy offers him the keys to heaven.
The devil collects the key,
The devil dies and soon is at the gate of heaven,
The devil unlocks the gate and now he’s in heaven.
The angels on guard knew him as a devil, but
The angels on guard made no attempt to stop him,
The angels on guard even said 'welcome'.
The devil is in heaven, ‘coz
The clergy gave him the key,
The clergy asked us to let him,
The clergy asked God to let him,
The key made the guards to let him,
Now the devil is in heaven,
And there’s nothing even the Devil can do about it.
poem by David Oluwatobi Akinola
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Nothing More to Smile
I'm sick of needing nothing more to smile
I'm sick of friends who just won't let me fall
I'm sick of sunshine without clouds
And rainbows ten times in every mile
I want a darkness that can hide me
I want the space to fall
I want to cry without the comfort
I want no answer when I call
I live in a hidden hell of money
With the pretense of perfection
A poor house can be broken
But I'm stuck living in a misted
dream of fake affection
Someone once said they'd kill to have my life
Well kill me and it's all yours
I'm sick of needing nothing more to smile
And rainbows ten times in every mile
Three Things That Cannot Be Hidden
allegedly there are three things that cannot be hidden.
the sun
the moon
and the truth
throughout my life i have hidden the truth
about myself and it will still be that way
till i take my last
breath
do not insist in seeing that face of truth
my truth is ugly
and i have seen it from the very first day
that they brought
me here
without my permission
i know you like to see it and perhaps describe the horrible details of its
features
i plea before you
do not lift the cover of my being
you may soon regret that you live in this world having seen
the ugly face of my
truth
do not insist to see my truth
it may be the cause of your untimely death
and the gods may pity you
look at me
i wear a smile but my heart is bleeding
it is inflamed
but never bursting.
poem by Yolly Polly
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Rock 'N Roll Rebel
They couldn't see what I thought
Would be so obvious
They hid behind the laws they made for all of us
The ministry of truth that deals with pretense
The ministry of peace that sits on defense
I'm washing my hands of what
They're trying to do
It's for me, it's for me,
It's for you, it's for you
Chorus:
I'm just a rock 'n roll rebel
I'll tell you no lies
They say I worship the devil
They must be stupid or blind
I'm just a rock 'n roll rebel
They live a life of fear and insecurity
And all you do is pray for their prosperity
The ministry of fear that won't let you live
The ministry of grace that doesn't forgive
Do what you will to try and
Make me conform
I'll make you wish that
You had never been born
Chorus:
Cause I'm a rock 'n roll rebel
I'll do what I please
Yes I'm a rock 'n roll rebel
And I'm as free as the breeze
I'm just a rock 'n roll rebel
They'll try playin' with your heart
They know it rules your head
If they could read between the lines
You know they'd see the real day
God only knows why they
Couldn't see the obvious
Is it because they manifest the incubus
The ministry of war that got caught in the draft
The ministry of joy that still hasn't laughed
When it's all boiled down
And the day's at an end
I'll give you no bullshit
And I'll never pretend
Chorus:
Cause I'm a rock 'n roll rebel
I'll tell you no lies
They say I worship the devil
Why don't they open their eyes
I'm just a rock 'n roll rebel
A rock 'n roll rebel
I'm just a rock 'n roll rebel
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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The Pit
In Hell the Devil he stirs his fiery pit
The flames are from the fire that he had lit
He laughs and he smiles as he watches that fire burn
More fuel from more souls is his only concern,
He watches the fire in glee as it reaches the sky
I wonder if to GOD in heaven, if the devil would cry
"I have souls in my pit, and they will fuel my fire"
"They came to me from their sins, and an earthly desire"
As man was given free choice and was told sin to resist
Now man is the reason that Hells fire still does exist
The Devil knows that his fire and flame is forever more"
All thanks to murderers, adulterers and even one whore
"So here I will stay", spoke the Devil from his fiery pit
"While man sins above me, him I will easily outwit."
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Priestly Politics
These political manipulators
Will make you sick in the stomach
Dressed like holy alligators
Their selfish greed is a fact.
They've ruled and deceived my country
Dictated their whims and plans
Held our leaders like puppetry
Holding control with vile hands.
In robes of disgusting piety
They would sit like kings with masks
Snakes that crawl politically
I hope God will take them to task.
I pray millstones and huge boulders
Be tied to their necks, let them drown
Eternity will expose these pretenders
I hope they reap what they have sown!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XL: You've got served
there's pretense in listener
there's hypocrisy in speech
there's lust in idolatry
there's idleness in obedience
there's unconcern in stupidity
there's pride in service
there's eye in shadow
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fakes Out
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Truth can be seen
In you anyway
There is no mask
Where you can hide
So all I can ask
Be what you are inside
Never be a cheap fake
It's an insult for me
Falsehood I can't take
For I hate hypocrisy
So my words are direct
There is no pretense
We may not be perfect
But at least we make sense.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Just Another Holiday
It is a season, a day to remember, annually, each month of December,
Originated by men of the earth, for remembrance of The Savior’s birth.
For that is the solitary reason, the world even has this Holiday season,
A Holiday that many now claim, should be observed without His Name.
We now have the accepted Holiday, as God’s presence is swept away,
A new Holiday, suitable to everyone, while leaving out God’s Only Son,
Replacing Christ with a jolly old man, who fits right into the devil’s plan,
And that fat old man Saint Nick, is making many people spiritually sick.
Political correctness rules the world, with much more yet to be unfurled,
That politically correct push has been, encouraged by that father of sin,
And his goal is the Lord’s demise, as he spiritually darkens men’s eyes,
Seducing men to forsake the reason, righteous men began this season.
Santa uses toys and other things, to sway youth from the King of kings,
Just another puppet of God’s foe, to sow in their hearts the devil’s woe,
As children believe in that fake, The Truth in time, they just may forsake,
Which is, God’s Truth and the reason, that we have this Holiday Season.
That is what this change is about, keeping souls, not yet in Heaven, out,
Displacing Christ from the Holiday, sending men on a much darker way,
To deny God’s Son and His birth, they’ll never see Heaven or New Earth,
But only darkness forevermore, since at Christmas they closed the door.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
The Ugly Truth About Her
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE'S STRONG SHE'S WILLING BUT SHE'S NOT UNDERSTANDING
ITS TIME TO FAE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH SHE WILL MAKE YOU CRY BUT ALSO WATCH YOU DIE
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE WILL BE THERE FOR YOU BUT SHE WILL NOT ALWAYS BE TRUE
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE'S DETERMINED SHE'S A WINNER BUT REGARD YOU AS A LONER
IT'S TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE MY FRIEND IS THE REASON WHY YOU ARE HURT INSIDE
AND SHE'S THE ONE WHO PROMISED TO BE ON YOUR SIDE
THIS IS THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
poem by Gerry Mark
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Hell-Bound Are Umptine Souls!
Away from heaven,
Towards the ‘Fiery Pit’,
So many souls keep moving,
‘Stop them, dear God, O please! ’
Some mighty human beings,
Woman with lovely frames,
Leaders and kings and queens,
Children with heinous crimes:
‘Have mercy on them, O Lord,
And stop their drift to hell! ’
Caught in devils’ clutches;
Bound in dragnets of sin;
Ensnared by Satan’s designs;
Hell-bound are umptine souls!
People with sweet voices;
Scholars, scientists, clergy;
People good until now:
‘God, prevent their abysmal fall,
Rescue souls from hell’s jaws! ’
poem by John Celes
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Prayer
Lord you empower so many great people,
To build upon your rules, a holy steeple,
So as I sit here gazing at your creation,
I realize your power,
That unlike men, does not go sour,
I look out at the trees,
That enhance all the beauty there is to see,
There Is nothing that can compare,
With the love that you share,
The courage you give me,
To be who you want me to be,
And to see what you want me to see.
Your love conquers all,
It protects me from the fall,
That Is waiting around the corner,
Hidden behind every mourner,
There is hope for these souls,
They are lost, hidden from the truth,
I will save them no matter the cost, no matter the pain,
Because you filled me with love and told me that you once came,
And that you love us all the same,
With love that is unimaginable,
Love that is untamable,
And truth that is unblameable,
So as I kneel, and start to pray,
I ask for help and words to say,
I need you lord, your love that no sin can steal,
I ask for forgiveness,
Because I am not always good,
And I do not do the Godly things I should,
I don't always help If I could,
For I am lazy, I am bad,
But in your eyes I am perfect even though I can make you sad,
You make me joyful lord,
You make me feel safe, with protection from your sword,
poem by Jordan Moore
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Jesus Christ Touched My Heart
Jesus Christ touched my heart
each expressed sentiment rang true
when Jesus spoke each thought
asked ‘Who Will We Worship Now'?
each parable as I read I instantly knew
each parable questioned souls me and you
each parable declared truth acts we do
materialism greed preaches ego success
materialism preaches individual achievement
materialism lives in sanctuaries of gold
materialism loves windows of colored glass
materialism hates getting manicured hands dirty
materialism lives on prestige side of towns...
It has decades this soul bothered
that all the world's great religions
build huge temples to their God
or God's beautiful though shaped
by worship honouring host hands
many built in worship great houses
to their God or Gods who need
no houses to shelter chill starved
mortal suffering dirt dying bodies;
but so many temples built so few
homes for orphans the sick the poor
living flesh souls God does adore.
Where do you think noble God
in truth is to be most found?
In houses of worship countless
built by hands of his own clay?
Or in hospitals, orphanages,
soup kitchens, simple homes
of the poor; and the homeless
streets where beloved poor
so often fall asleep desperate?
Remember greed rich those first
with men are often last with God.
Jesus is most often recorded in
the company of the poor those not
approved by cream of society; not
among glittering robes of the elite
in their palaces. What example do
you think Jesus was giving? Two
of the reasons Rome hated religion
Christianity were, early Christians
refused to worship Rome's rulers as gods
and Christianity taught the slave was
equal to the master. Two lessons
world leaders so often still resent.
Even today we can still judge best
civilizations, a country by how,
they treat the least of their citizens.
Honour this scale who measures
up, who would God approve?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Some People Worship
Some people worship the fiery sun
And some the crescent moon
Some people worship the stars above
But God I worship you
Some people worship dragons
And some hand carved statues
Some people worship the devil
But God I worship you
You created the heavens above
The earth with color of every hue
Then in your image you made man
God I worship you
Some people worship their president
And some their nation too
Some people worship themselves
But God I worship You!
© by Patricia Bankhead
poem by Patricia Bankhead
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E: What You Are
I walk into this room, oh
All eyes on me now
But i do not know the ppl inside
Look straight through me these eyes
Seeking more wisdom than i have to give away
Realize, realize what you are
chorus:
What you've become just as i have
Are you and i so unalike?
I don't hear you just as i am
Afraid if we dance we might die
Mock the world, lest they say,
Why don't you know?
If you live life, then you become what you are
The sea is unsparing
We are all drifting away, away from you, i pray for you now
Hoping to God on high is
Like clinging to straws while drowning,
oh realize, realize what you are
chorus:
What you've become just as i have
Are you and i so unalike
I don't hear you just as i am
afraid if we dance we might die
Mock the world, lest they say, why don't you know
when you live life, then you become what you are
what you are
is the beast in the lover's arms
what you are
is the devil in the sweet sweet kiss
what you are
is missing a piece
what you are
is a puzzle to me
chorus:
What you've become just as i have
are you and i so unalike?
i don't hear you just as i am
afraid if we dance we might die
Mock the world, until you die
don't you know when you give life, then you become what you are
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Props 'n Pounds
KURT LODER - MTV NEWS:
"Here is someone that's obviously playing rock and roll who is also a
funk artist, who covered a lot of categories that which artists have
been separating for so long and brought them together purposely ... ."
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Love 4 one another is the only sound 2day
Positivity is the only way
Chorus:
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Love 4 one another is the only sound 2day
Negative people don't get to play
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Why you wanna holler when you know what the bible say
Positivity is the only way
Once again when the coin is tossed
And lands upon the sea
Unsuspecting lives are lost
They didn't have to be
When the book is opened
and The Son condemns them all
Pagan holidays,crucifixes
$100 tears will fall
Chorus :
(hey)
(no play)
(you know it)
All the ones still in the game
Never give me pounds
Egotists to proud to say the opposite of found
Worrying about the validity of the rulers crown
When everyone ought 2 be in line giving props n pounds
Chorus:
(hey hey hey)
(ooow)
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Once again when the money get tossed
Never gonna see npg floss
Keeping you happy is the only cost
Love God and everyone or your life will be lost
Listen to the words that will save every one
Safe sex campaign talking about a gun
With CON as the prefix, suffix be the DOM
(dumb)
Look at them both and tell me something
What's in the Trojan Horse? Lubrication.
Nothing goes in my woman except The Son
REWIND
KURT LODER / MTV NEWS:
" ... I mean he's just one of the greatest live performers there is but
all this other stuff, the attitude, going on around it. I mean you can
be a great musician and not have the right kind of approach. And Prince
has the right approach 2. ...I think the gift of simplicity is like a
keynote of art I mean, he doesn't he knows when to stop - usually ...."
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Props n pounds
Chorus :
(U better choose right, U better choose right before your life get lost)
Yeah
Props N Pounds.
song performed by by Prince
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Them
What I love most about poetry is that a poet has the license to write poems about subjects that are not necessarily the reflection of him. Case in point is the following poem. I was inspired after reading the atheist author Christopher Hitchens book “god is not great”
They live in a spiritual universe
Where life is controlled from birth until death.
God and religion are somewhat perverse
Their morrows all dawn without any mirth.
The clergy worship tithing’s surrendered
Fleeced from the faithful flock each Sunday.
Sermons of dread are read to each member
Spreading the fear of forthcoming doomsday.
The young and elderly kneel on their knees
While a pretentious priest preaches his lies.
The fold mumbles prayers on rosary beads
In hopes of salvation when death arrives.
Poor souls! Lived their lives by the golden rule
To find out too late they’d all been such fools.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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