Perfection
Only for awhile
Night is a broken vampire
A light without love
Direction a thousand roads
Delivered into hands of the wind
Purpose has redeemed someone else
The crowd is my friend
Others have joined little cults
Cult families
Cult jobs
Perfection rips my mind
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I'm A Cult Hero
I'm a cult hero
A dream come true
You want to touch me
But you can't get through
I walk on water and i don't get wet
I've got something you won't forget
I'm a cult hero -- payed my dues
I'm a cult hero -- got nothing to lose
I'm a cult hero
I'm a cult hero
I'm ahead of my time
You'll never rule me
'coz i'm all mine
Bounce off of me
'coz i'm so strong
My time is coming and it won't be long
Save us!!
song performed by by Cure
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Successful cult memes induce intense social interaction behaviour between cult members. This trips the attention detectors.
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It's a bit odd that nobody seems to be using the correct technical term to describe organized Islamic terrorists. They are not a faction of a religion or a social movement. They are a cult. A suicide cult.
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Cult recruiting methods based on dosing victims with the brain chemicals released during capture bonding would make cults even more of a problem than they are now.
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People under the influence of cults is similar to that we observe in addicts. Typical behaviour for both includes draining bank accounts, neglecting children, destroying relations with family and losing interest in anything except the drug or cult.
quote by Keith Henson
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X - Files Public Psyche Encoded
Spooky Fox Mulder
X- Files TV series fame
cult fan science fiction
both as disinformation
plus public psyche
sly classified education
no official deny or confirm
series earns millions
disinformation cult status
covert script
secret agenda
public plays
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When families observe a later, deeper stage of cult involvement they may find it necessary to consider the involvement of a professional such as myself in an intervention effort.
Hermann Hesse and River Phoenix in Holograms
Hermann Hesse
sighed writing glass beads
and
River Phoenix
died doing speed balls
River in the viper room
Hermann in the typer room
Siddartha's
love interest
who was killed with a snake too
like river
named after the river
in Siddhartha
his parents joined a cult,
the children of God
just like Siddhartha
experienced
renewed popularity in the sixties
with hippies
like river's parents
who fell out with the cult
of the father
like Siddhartha
staring at the river
River stares at the ceiling
sky high
escaping from the present picture
a starry night
in Hollywood
though like the past picture
from Holland
from Germany
Herman Hesse
was a good friend of
Thomas Mann, who wrote
Death in Venice
though his son Klaus, who wrote
Mephisto, also wrote his
Death in Cannes
River, though Californian like Klaus, wrote his
Death in Los Angeles
some would say rendered vulnerable
owing to elder views of the dishonourable
Following that despicable monstrosity
World War One
Hermann Hesse had a breakdown
marriagal and or nervous,
so he visited the father of synchronocity
Should we therefore impeach
those dreamers who preach
while corresponding practice
might be communing with cactus
Or was all this the price of fame?
Or simply a chance recurrence
of a kind of
glass bead mirror game?
7 Days In The Sun
I've got a friend, her name is Laura
We took a holiday, seven sweet days in Majorca
We took a plane, through to southern Spain
To see the ocean wave's blue
We sat and watched the moon
As crickets sung back cover tunes
Way back in May
Seven days in the sun...yeah
She's my heaven
She's a spark
Feels like heaven
So light me up
She's got this friend, his name is Paula
He likes to cross dress every friday night in clothes from Prada
We took a train, left behind the rain
To see the summer sunset glow
But now she's not around
I'm hanging on with broken hands
Way for the clouds
Seven days in the sun
Seven days in the sun...sun
She's my heaven
She's a spark
Feels like heaven
So light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really
Staring through the crowd
It's pulling me underground
And who's gonna dig me out?
We used to take a walk on velvet sands across the beach
We used to build a fire, and stare into the rising heat
You used to set me free, lift me from the concrete sea
Seven days in the sun
She's my heaven
She's a spark
Feels like heaven
So light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You blow my mind
song performed by by Feeder
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Seven Days In The Sun
I've got a friend, her name is Laura
We took a holiday, seven sweet days in Majorca
We took a plane through to southern Spain
To see the ocean wave's blue
We sat and watched the moon
As crickets sung back cover tunes
Way back in May
Seven days in the sun, seven days in the sun
She's my heaven
She's a spark
Feels like heaven
So light me up
She's got this friend, his name is Paula
He likes to cross dress every friday night in clothes from Prada
We took a train, left behind the rain
To see the summer sunset glow
But now she's not around
I'm hanging on with broken hands
Way above the clouds
Seven days in the sun, seven days in the sun...sun
She's my heaven
She's a spark
Feels like heaven
So light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really
Staring out through the crowd
It's pulling me underground
And who's gonna dig me out?
We used to take a walk on velvet sands across the beach
We used to build a fire, and stare into the rising heat
You used to set me free, lift me from the concrete seas
Seven days in the sun
She's my heaven
She's a spark
Feels like heaven
So light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You really light me up
You blow my mind
song performed by by Feeder
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Fading Night
So this comes to a halt
All these distinguished guests and cult
We have come to conquer eternity
Silently creeping
And them shaking
Giggling's a violation
In this aggression
And come to my feet
from fleeing in speed
Green glowing fog
And all that is not
and turns not
Their end they have sought
and though im compelled, im lost
undescribably unthought
disclose the fleeding crowd
in which i dont find myself proud
of ever looking back
of ever keeping intact
and i know i would
yet i know i wont
ride among the shadows
fly among their thoughts
green held smoke
the fog from the cloud
lack of relentlessness
lack of reality
Black shadows from green meadows
Disapitating, defragmentating
And floathe amongst the air
And the wind blew gentler there
And the moon in its center
The solstice and the dawning
of another world
and another life
no light can blind us
and now we are one with the night.
poem by Velvet Astraea Dido
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The intrinsic decorative urge should not be eradicated. It is one of humankind's deep-rooted, primordial urges. Primitive people decorated their implements and cult objects with a desire to beautify and enhance; it is a sense emanating from the urge for perfection and creative accomplishment.
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Being a rock star is like being a cult leader - you really have to be in your own religion.
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Perfection
Your cold and poor-spirited love
Was like running water upon my hands...
I did for your love, all that I could....
As an imperfect man that I am...
I offered you just possible things...
Warmth when you were cold,
And consolation when you felt hopeless...
You search for perfection
Which you will never find...
Perfect is the rain that falls
In the spring time...
Perfect are the flowers that grow
in a real garden of love....
Perfect is the smile in a child
Who plays with toys...
Perfection is a man
Who had it all
And now is getting tired and old...
Perfection are the memories
In your heart and mind...
Perfection is something
You shall never find
On me or any other man
Since perfection is just
In your dreams and imagination...
Now perfection becomes
Just like a story untold....
How sad it is
That my love you can no longer have
Neither my hands again hold...
o! Woman, wish you good luck
In your new try...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Sometimes
Sometimes, I wonder why heaven is too high?
To touch the angels wings
Why is it too far?
To hear our wishes and prayer
Maybe, that’s the way it is
To hold on our faith,
And love comes, to those who believe it
No roads too wide, to make it across
No matter how far, wherever we are
Just believed when we pray
All of our fears will cast them away.
Sometimes I asked, why the sky is blue?
Like water from the sea
That brings peace and calming spirits
Like a light guide to face a rising sun
A light that shines in my eye
Lead me lord and show me the way
Let me stay by your guiding light
Show to me the new direction of life
Someone who walks through my life
You have given me a new direction
Someone whom I can hold on too
Sometimes I wish, to be a cloud in the sky
When the world is tumbling down
When there’s no need to run
Sometimes I dream to fly
And follow the wind
To lift my spirit higher as mountain
Perhaps, sometimes my head is spinning
I was lost in the dark
Lost in a highway of life
But then, I lift my hands to god
And he will show me the way.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Universal Religion
Your forefathers great
lived in huts or caves
wearing rags and barks
and roaming like dogs.
But you are in flats.
Your grandmothers
wore bangles of ironand copper.
But the Japanese now
dared to make 'bras'
worth eight and a half crores.
Once People went by
rumbling noisy slow carts.
But now they fly in cars
and flights laugh at distance.
Your parents heard songs from
valve radios and then transistors.
But you play now on a keyboard
as you have multimedia computers.
Once you began to rely on
the Vedhas, Bible, Koran, Grandha, ...
But still you bear one in a hand
and a gun in the other to scare.
When people of all the cults
live side by side in this world,
you don't have a broad mind
to merge them into a single,
simple, peace preaching holy book.
A lone prophet in ancient days
got light to design a cult for his clan.
But several prophets sit idle in UNO
without finding a religion universal.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Direction and Purpose
A river flows in one direction,
on down to find the sea.
As humans we to see a direction,
and ask our God to lead the way.
Everything needs a direction,
or purpose in being be.
Without a purpose or direction,
we are like the winds of the desert,
lost and forever wandering.
If we have nothing to justify
the existence of our soul,
we will drift on aimlessly,
through the eons of time,
until the poets run out of rhyme.
(29 May 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Art of Fiction
A story without a history
A good without a rule
An emotion without an act
A journey without an end
A world without a border
A love without a doubt
Futuristic SF or pure action
Witty drama or refreshing comedy
Romance story or phenomenal horror
Based on legend or fantasy adventure
Mind thriller or piece of biography
Cult or mainstream
Beloved or mocked
Best seller or unknown title
Copycat or canon
One shot or thousand long chapters
Words or motion
Light content or full of symbol
As long as human have a dream
As long as human could imagine
As long as human want to compete
As long as human need to feel
As long as human still lie
There will always bloom a fiction
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Direction
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
Picture this, everyday,
Kids that just cant find a way,
Stuck in this erect,
Cant find hope for better days
Its our 2 generation,
Our child of frustration
In the last 30 years teenage suicide has increased 300% in north america & is the 2nd major continent attached to canada.
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
When will all my problems disappear?
Am I just going crazy from the fear?
Oh why am I going far past the break
The bridge is like a way,
And I still cant think straight.
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
I met my destination
Whats life to complain about?
All these aggrivations
Building till the sea fall out
Im running by, no lie,
When every time I lie,
(dont tell me without a doubt this new found luck has all run out [repeat])
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
song performed by by Sum 41
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Blood! !
I was going to commit suicide
was what I was going to do
this weekend
I'm tired of speaking
like I'm all fine
when I'm not
Sitting here crying
Tired of lying
to myself
Its my fault
Derek died
I should've joined
a suicide cult
I dont ******* care
anymore
I'm just going to walk out that door
onto the stage, put that gun to my head
Pull the trigger & then I'm dead
I'm lying on the floor
my blood spilling all around
poem by Tia BraveBull Bredeson
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