Gossipy Women
I hear them whisper
their gossip
and schemes,
half thought out
plans,
half truths and mean.
They cackle
round tea pots
eat biscuits and soon,
brew up some trouble
stirring
large spoons.
They've fanciful thoughts,
conjecture,
fact free,
loose tongued
and evil,
with eyes that don't see.
Devil juice oozes,
like venom,
from snakes.
It flows from their mouths,
as it drips
the earth quakes.
Satan will take them
he needs new
recruits.
He'll feed from their lies
to savour
bad news.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Truth Are Lies.. Lies Are Truth..
speak your truth from your quivering lips
but also your lies comes through them..
your half lies are also your half truths
yet your half truths are also your half lies
what shall you talk about them if your thruth are your lies
and your lieas are your truths
then this world would be filled of noise
being lies and being the truth
until all of us will be lost
what to believe and follow
will it be the half lies
or the half truths?
which one is to choice
the truth is yours but also are the lies..
so let us all live with he truths and the lies
within our hearts within our minds
till we are lost in a maze of half lies and half truths
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Half-Truths
Those half-truths told have one intention,
To entertain the ones known...
Who will feed on those half-truths,
To create a reality of their own.
Only to eventually oppose that which is real,
With a confronting of it as unbelievable.
And disbelief has been shown,
To be an unavoidable opponent.
'Do you promise to tell half-truths?
A hint of them?
Or none at all?
And be specific.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
Geo-engineering Scam
Sheeple fed lies ‘bout global warming
Being caused by “Greenhouse gasses”
Fact is world climate they’re changing
To grow GM crops to feed the masses
Look up…
Skies made a milky gray, ‘stead of blue
By high flying jets spraying deadly trails
By shielding sunlight, planet they subdue
Evil doers see not, their plans must fail
Mother Earth will shake off her fleas
Unleashing volcanoes, floods, quakes
For She’s the cure, men the dis-ease
Balance comes “For Heaven’s Sake”
History proves…
Evil runs its course, then fails
As God’s Love always prevails
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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There are no whole truths; all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays to the devil.
quote by Alfred North Whitehead
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Beware the Devil
Beware the devil hidden from sight
In darkened shadows late at night
For Satan lurks, he lies in wait
For hapless souls to make mistakes
And when they do, all hope is gone
For the devil your soul will work upon
He will dissect your mind, chill your heart
Your dreams and wishes he will tear apart
Bleak thoughts he will place in your brain
He will weaken your body, cause you pain
With fiery flames he will corrupt your soul
And with his evil will take control
He will fit you out in colours dark
Alone in a place so bleak and stark
He will taunt you, twist you round
Till no trace of sanity can be found
There you will remain, weary and cold
As you shake with fear at what will unfold
Then Satan speaks with evil ire
Tempts you into hells own fire
Those shining flames flickering bright
Consume you into an endless night
Evil now reigns, and goodness is taken
A nightmare from which you will never awaken
So beware the devil hidden out of sight
In darkest shadows late at night
For Satan waits, his evil to spawn
Tread carefully, you have been warned!
poem by Sue Crocker
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Devil Dance
lucifer falls from grace
the host of heaven watch
his disgrace
satan walks the earth
doing the devil dance
man is mine to take
evil lurks within his heart
woman calls to man come here
man walks over to eve to talk
takes the apple she does hold
bites deep in the forbidden fruit
as satan does the devil dance
man is mine to take
evil lurks within his heart
two for one done done
the devil walks across the molten sea
deep below the deep blue sea
devil dance he begins
man and woman both
ill take for evil lurks
within their breast
as lucifer
as satan
as devil
do the devil dance.
poem by Graham Russell
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what GOD says to all those snakes...
this afternoon some snakes come into the house
(literally not those snakes with slimy skin
and without feet)
for there are snakes that walk like real people
complete with heads and
other usual parts like the way your friends look like
when you dine
and you pay
when they tell you stories and you listen
and you know
that these are all not true
but because of respect you nod just the same
and say, ok, ok, i agree
this afternoon these snakes come to the house
and we had coffee and biscuits
the usual afternoon talk and bonding
i may not have changed, but they do not know that there is also the fox in me
but still considerate and forgiving and patient and kind
all giving
they ask for rice and viand
and they talk about their undeserved poverty
and without questions
i give them what they ask and pray for
no harm
nothing big for such a kind man like me
i am not an angry man
my hands are open, my fingers are spread
like tributaries from the rivers to the seas
sometimes my fingers ache for these friends are snakes and they all
love to bite
blood flows from my tips
and the carpet gets stained
but i am not an angry man
and i am as patient as ten spiders webbing from one wall to the other
well, normal as i am
i get fed up sometimes and tempted to shout and drive them away
but i look to the sky
and talk to my God and then i begin to ask silently
all those questions
how to deal with snakes
and God says: 'my son, these snakes are your brothers and sisters
feed them well, please me
for i am the owner of the sea and the land and the sky
yours is but a coin
a patch, an atom
and so negligible
in fact, my son, you own nothing, you only manage what i own
and give you
feed them all, make them comfortable
do not argue, do not say a dirty word
look at me, they bit me too
but did i say a word? you haven't heard me
for like you, snake or man or god
you are all my children....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Celebration Of Sin
Blinded eyes will come victorious
To my infamous rite!
Satan guide their black existence
And the night made them fly!
...feed them!!!
Moon light burns forbidden incense
And makes smell the spell!
Satan shows his evil circle
Where the power cone reborn!
Celebration of SIN!
...praise you!!!
We will laugh around the fire
Raising our sign!
Ancient god of whores and children
Satan set them free!
Celebration of SIN!
...take their blood!!!
...feed them!!!
song performed by by Undercroft
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A Riddle...
if only
you did not lie
i could have written more
perhaps
more truths than we
can bear
but since you tell the
biggest lie today
despite the
warnings
i guess, i have to
quit
for lies do not interest me
anymore
i have more that you can
ever tell me
in fact i live in the house of
lies
play in the garden of
lies
eat on the table
have breakfast
drink from the glass
and satisfy myself
with a burp
all lies, all lies,
those lilies of the fields
floating on the marshes
tadpoles and
mosquitoes
snakes and rats
these are the only truths
we have
in this predator-prey
world
dog eating dogs
cats befriending mice
heavens
compromising with
root canals.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Black coffee and the news
Black coffee and the news
~
I hold the cup in my hands
Burning at my finger tips
My eyes half focused on the television
I’m still half asleep, but alert enough
Watching the news, the world go to hell
Half is pleading poverty, half dying
Somewhere the is a war going on
A young man has just died
The reporter talks of a climbing number
I am unable to digest it just yet
The coffee is extra strong and black
Giving me enough bite to face the day
It lacks what I need to face the news
Which reads out blacker still
I’d change the channel
If only I could find the remote
Looking for some happy news
Something, anything to make me smile
It’s a new day beginning with the old routine
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sympathy
(mark ashton, graham stansfield, david kaffinetti, stephen gould)
Now when you climb into your bed tonight
And when you lock and bolt the door
Just think about those out in the cold and dark
cause theres not enough love to go round
No theres not enough love to go round
And sympathy is what we need my friends
And sympathy is what we need
And sympathy is what we need my friends
cause theres not enough love to go round
No theres not enough love to go round
Now half the world hates the other half
And half the world has all the food
And half the world lies down and quietly starves
cause theres not enough love to go round
No theres not enough love to go round
No theres not enough love to go round
No theres not enough love to go round
And sympathy is what we need my friends
And sympathy is what we need
And sympathy is what we need my friends
cause theres not enough love to go round
No theres not enough love
No theres not enough love to go round
song performed by by Marillion
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Elegy XIV: Julia
Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descried
My Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.
To vomit gall in slander, swell her veins
With calumny, that hell itself disdains,
Is her continual practice ; does her best,
To tear opinion e'en out of the breast
Of dearest friends, and—which is worse than vile—
Sticks jealousy in wedlock ; her own child
Scapes not the showers of envy. To repeat
The monstrous fashions how, were alive to eat
Deare reputation ; would to God she were
But half so loth to act vice, as to hear
My mild reproof. Lived Mantuan now again
That female Mastix to limn with his pen,
This she Chimera that hath eyes of fire,
Burning with anger—anger feeds desire—
Tongued like the night crow, whose ill boding cries
Give out for nothing but new injuries ;
Her breath like to the juice in Tænarus,
That blasts the springs, though ne'er so prosperous ;
Her hands, I know not how, used more to spill
The food of others than herself to fill ;
But O ! her mind, that Orcus, which includes
Legions of mischiefs, countless multitudes
Of formless curses, projects unmade up,
Abuses yet unfashion'd, thoughts corrupt,
Misshapen cavils, palpable untroths,
Inevitable errors, self-accusing loaths.
These, like those atoms swarming in the sun,
Throng in her bosom for creation.
I blush to give her halfe her due ; yet say,
No poison's half so bad as Julia.
poem by John Donne
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Perpetuating A Cause
Perpetuating that one myth of old, with roots so deceptively bold,
Exalting man above God’s Grace, and putting man in God’s place.
With its roots going back to when, Satan began deceiving all men,
Raising the heart’s desires of man, well above their Creator’s plan.
Satan’s lie from way back then, is still deceiving the minds of men,
He fills men’s heart with such pride, so The Word of God is denied.
As he seduces the natural mind, causing men to be spiritually blind,
Creating no need for Christ at all, as Satan fuels man’s spiritual fall.
Satan spins a creative web of lies, making men think they are wise,
But only in their own eyes, as the things of God they soon despise.
These men become quite arrogant, ignoring all things God has sent,
Those things being God’s Holy Word, and the other warnings heard.
So then Satan creates alternatives, guiding how the unbeliever lives,
Counterfeit plans created by him, plans which are full of wicked sin.
And this sin hardens one’s heart, so from The Lord men truly depart,
To then be used by that Evil One, as opposition to God’s Own Son.
As Satan inspires many a cause, all to mislead those spiritually lost,
Saying that it’s good for man, diverting him from God’s saving Plan.
An empty cause of no eternal worth, deceiving men around the earth,
Perpetuating Satan’s Eternal Lie, that many won’t believe till they die.
To End In Reproof
Don’t think it to be strange, about evil’s depth and range,
Or evil’s very strong allure, when sin knocks at your door,
As men on this earth confer, with that wicked one Lucifer,
Who is a fallen angel at best, for putting God to that test.
But, for Satan’s wicked desire, he is destined for the fire,
That’s the eternal fires of Hell, where he will forever dwell;
Until then, earth’s a stage, filled with Satan’s wicked rage,
Gathering, til his curtain falls, to Hell, many aimless souls.
Aimless souls are everywhere, many so eternally unaware,
Pursuing life’s empty dreams, of Satan’s darker schemes;
With so many Satan’s easy prey, along life’s broader way,
Exposed to his evil seduction, upon a path of destruction.
Blinding the eyes of the world, as his darkness is unfurled,
Employing darkness of night, to hinder God’s saving light,
The light Satan does despise, as it opens hearts and eyes,
To the saving Truth of Christ, that grants souls Eternal Life.
Satan will go to any length, to reduce one’s moral strength,
Enticing the soul to follow him, to pursue a dark life of sin;
While he deceives the heart, before from earth they depart,
So they don’t embrace Truth, to see God’s eternal reproof.
(Copyright ©02/2010)
Blessed To Be His Pen
I am blessed to be a pen, which God uses to speak to men,
As God’s Truth flows from in; Truths I’ve received from Him,
Truth from within His Word, which many still have not heard,
So God put within me care, and with a pen this Truth I share.
I do not have a big degree, and yet, The Lord God uses me,
Guiding my pen as I write, Truths about His Grace and Light,
Truths I did not always know, but His Spirit helped me grow,
And now His Truth in my heart, to you with pen I now impart.
His Truth for me, is not new, but still a joy to share with you,
It’s the Truth that set me free, that helps me point to eternity.
The blessings begin to flow, when Christ you come to know,
Who helps men share His Word, until all on earth have heard.
To share His Truth, until then, The Lord helps me use my pen,
Guiding me, as I sow seed, through the verses that you read.
Many blessings God gives me, which the readers cannot see,
As His blessings fill my days, I lift up to Him all of the praise.
Just a line or two, will begin, from His Truth that dwells within,
Coupled with a thought of mine, when God pens another line,
Stirring thoughts day and night, it is Him, who helps me write.
It doesn’t matter how or when; I’m just blessed to be His pen.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
When Underneath the Brown Dead Grass
When underneath the brown dead grass
My weary bones are laid,
I hope I shall not see the glass
At ninety in the shade.
I trust indeed that, when I lie
Beneath the churchyard pine,
I shall not hear that startling cry
“‘Thermom’ is ninety-nine!”
If one should whisper through my sleep
“Come up and be alive,”
I’d answer—No, unless you’ll keep
The glass at sixty-five.
I might be willing if allowed
To wear old Adam’s rig,
And mix amongst the city crowd
Like Polynesian “nig”.
Far better in the sod to lie,
With pasturing pig above,
Than broil beneath a copper sky—
In sight of all I love!
Far better to be turned to grass
To feed the poley cow,
Than be the half boiled bream, alas,
That I am really now!
For cow and pig I would not hear,
And hoof I would not see;
But if these items did appear
They wouldn’t trouble me.
For ah! the pelt of mortal man
Weighs less than half a ton,
And any sight is better than
A sultry southern sun.
poem by Henry Kendall
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I've Seen The Devil (And He Looks Like You)
I've watched people in this world,
do evil things to each other,
I've seen them do evil things to the ones,
that they love and cherish,
but I never understood why they did,
the things that they do,
war to me is so useless,
couldn't we just find other ways,
to settle our differences,
except for trying to talk it out,
we put guns in the arms of our young ones,
Chorus: I've Seen The Devil,
and He looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and he looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and He Looks like you,
but do we really know what its all about,
do we really know why we do the things we do,
like going to war with one another,
trying to beat the devil that lives inside all of us,
I see the devil every single day,
I see him on the late night news,
and I see him on the covers of our magazines,
he tells us it’s going to be alright,
and that the wars going to be over,
only if we follow him,
and his un-holy union,
Chorus: I've Seen The Devil,
and He looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and he looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and He Looks like you,
but I don't see why we should,
follow you and your ways,
follow your path of destruction,
follow you and your destruction of the world,
why should we follow you,
you whisper stuff in our ears,
you say it’s going to be alright,
the next war that we fight will be the war of wars,
and we'll all die a Nuclear Holocaust,
and than we'll start a new,
The world would be new,
like back then when Jesus ruled,
when the world was new,
and not filled with your evilness,
and not filled with you,
Chorus: I've Seen The Devil,
and He looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and he looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and He Looks like you,
ever since time began we've been fighting,
fighting a war that we could never win,
a war within ourselves,
but the people in the world,
they fill us up with religious beliefs,
which is wrong,
and which is right,
we could never win the war within ourselves,
were so fed up with this world,
that we'd kill each other,
and ourselves to find a way out,
because we'd always knew that,
the children of today and the children of now,
would soon become,
children of the grave,
children of the darkness,
they'd become Satan's little soldiers,
Chorus: I've Seen The Devil,
and He looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and he looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and He Looks like you,
poem by Robert Rumery
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