Sonnet 121:Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Venomous Words
If evil could speak,
You'd be its words,
Vile creature you are,
you bend unbendable wills,
You've snapped my thoughts,
with your words of evil.
Your evil speaks,
and cuts me deep,
your words so vile,
you lie a gentle kiss upon my flesh,
then bite my unpenetrable skin,
Your poisons, penetrate,
filling my veins.
like the evil that surges, this venom does to,
finally it reaches my heart,
killing me instantly,
your words like venom,
Spread so violently.
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An Ugly Duckling
Satan you think
that you are
positively
oh so lovely,
but your insidious
insincere soul,
is really really
disgustingly ugly.
Your face
is mirrored sadly
not so clean
it shows
evil lean mean
the enormity
amassed of all
your vile sin.
You have deliberately
purposefully
put humanity tormented
through or in.
It shows
clearly
hideously
the enormity
of all the lying
heinous vile sin.
You have
cravenly
gleefully
indulged in.
Your vile corrupted face
your whole vile body,
vibrates revoltingly
sickeningly,
intensified mirrored evil
incarnate,
festering within depths
rotting your insipid soul,
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An Ode to the Heart of Man
An Ode to the Heart of Man
by Alex Lewis
An ode to the heart of man:
Man has lost the goodness in his soul.
It means nothing: yes we can.
The earth does cringe as overflows the badness in the bowl.
We had helped others before,
But now we greed and care for none other than our own.
Oh, man! You are whom I had adore.
Evil corrupts the good heart of man. I have been shown.
Help your brother and your brother will help thee,
But you ignore me. Help yourself and you'll help nobody.
An ode to the heart of man that's been destroyed by we,
The ones who have abandoned peace and hope. Help me to help thee.
I plead for you, but you have cut out my heart!
For what? What do you show for your murder?
Nothing! Man is SO evil. You can see it sans chart!
Yet, we create false hope and false light.
The day of GOOD WILL HATH SUNK into night.
I pity you. You haven't even made a fight.
You have all accepted the killing of man.
An ode to his heart that ended once it began.
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Do Not!
Do not despair of man, and do not scold him,
Who are you that you should so lightly hold him?
Are you not also a man, and in your heart
Are there not warlike thoughts and fear and smart?
Are you not also afraid and in fear cruel,
Do you not think of yourself as usual,
Faint for ambition, desire to be loved,
Prick at a virtuous thought by beauty moved?
You love your wife, you hold your children dear,
Then say not that Man is vile, but say they are.
But they are not. So is your judgement shown
Presumptuous, false, quite vain, merely your own
Sadness for failed ambition set outside,
Made a philosophy of, prinked, beautified
In noble dress and into the world sent out
To run with the ill it most pretends to rout.
Oh know your own heart, that heart's not wholly evil,
And from the particular judge the general,
If judge you must, but with compassion see life,
Or else, of yourself despairing, flee strife.
poem by Stevie Smith
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The Death Of Good
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD,
GOODNESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THY PORTION,
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD,
THOU ART SUPPOSED TO SEE GOOD,
TO THEM THAT DO GOOD, THY REWARD OUGHT TO BE GOOD,
BUT LO AND BEHOLD, THE REWARD OF DOING GOOD IS EVIL,
THE GAINS OF GOODNESS ALTOGETHER IS BECOME EVIL,
THE DIVIDENDS OF GOODNESS HAST BECOME BADNESS,
YEA! LO I BE PAID WITH EVILLNESS FOR MY GOODNESS,
YEA, LO I BE PAID WITH WICKEDNESS FOR MY KINDNESS,
LET ME BE PUT TO ETERNAL SLEEP,
THEN WILL MY EYES NOT BEHOLD THE TRIUMPH OF THE WICKED,
THEN WILL GOODNESS OVERCOME EVILNESS,
YEA, LEST I BE REWARDED WITH EVILS FOR MY GOODS.
LET ALL THAT LOVES TO DO GOOD CEASE TO EXIST,
YEA, LET US THAT LOVE TO DO GOOD, SLUMBER INFINITELY IN ETERNAL SLEEP.
YEA! THAT THE GOOD REMAIN INFINITELY GOOD,
LET THEM FADE OFF IN INFINITE SLEEP,
AND THE EVIL ONE'S CAN INHERIT THE EARTH WHICH HAS NO MORE GOOD IN IT.
YEA, MY GOODNESS IS THUS ATTESTED TO, FOR GOOD WILL DEPART FROM THE WORLD OF EVIL,
AND EVIL SHALL REIGN IN THE LANDS OF THE EVIL.
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Tortued by bastards
Tortured in childhood
And early teens.
Torture more day by day.
By some evil scum
That wanted his twisted pleasure.
He thought it was right to do it.
Right to rape and abuse a child.
Peice of fucking shit.
Tortued by more than 1.
Still stuck there
As it were only a day ago.
Tortured from a youn age.
All I can hear in my head
is its only a game.
Still stuck and tortured
By your vile face.
Some day
Youll get
What you desereve.
Then maybe you wont
Most bastards like you
are untouchable.
But you all tortued me
For your own
Vile reasons.
You piece of shit
Amy Kerswell
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I Fell Upon My Knees, At Garden Gethsemane
My God asked me this question, when God was feeling sad,
“My children who I love dearly, why, are they perpetually so bad? ”
“I ceased from all my labour, in sympathy, what more could I do? ”
And to my God I said, “My God, I will spend this morn with you.”
I remembered all those enemies, who hate, screamed and yelled at you,
how their eyes boiled with inner hate; how it vomited; spewed over you;
I thought of their envy greed, their secret slimy, covetous things they do,
to God I spoke; “My God my heart breaks within me, let me cry for you.”
My tears fell like rain, upon the ground, a second great flood wept anew;
oceans heaved with storms unabated; in tempests God’s pain surged anew;
we remembered wicked, drowning children, God’s deep sorrow then I knew;
I saw sickening sin so vile, evil these children did, reason for flood I knew;
My eyes bled tears of blood, in fear of all suffering, Jesus bore for you;
my body sweat tears of blood, I fell upon my knees, at Garden Gethsemane;
all creation’s pile vile sin, Christ willingly took, died horrific death for you;
covenant blood poured out for many, forgiveness of sins, crucified for you.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Broad Gate
The plague has come
Children of revelry infected
Night with tentacles of pagan masks
Parley with ancient gargoyles
Praise your temple of idols
No asylum, no peace, no salvation
The fever gone, surrender
Tossed with the wind
Love of money over humanity
Itching ears, loss of conscience
All your teachers can't stop death
Fields of evil, the harvest of hell
Drones of sex, Sodom and Gomorrah
Hearts buried and sold
Strange faces of Roman tempest
Lovers of pleasure more than God
False freedom
Fornicators
Given over
Hardened
Defiled
Unforgiving
Bli nd
Slaves of evil
Vile
Lost
The broad gate fills with the living dead
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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An upright soul
Thoughts must conform to words
And words to deeds to give peace.
Good thoughts and bad words: one is
raw.
Bad thoughts and good words: one is a cheat.
Good words and bad deeds: one is
cruel.
Bad words and good deeds: one is a
barker.
Thoughts, words and deeds must not
be
In conflicts to ensure an upright soul.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Afraid of the Best
I am afraid of this, though be my best
A cause of great concern
Will I see you soon or ever again?
I fear my best shall fade one day
And watch my ways descend
To an unfavorable end
I know my dreams were not always golden
But still they were of my chosen
This vile world has a say
In what you want to do today
I only hope my best will come again
To keep me in life‘s lost lane
And shield me from this vile I now fear
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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Almost
Almost got what I want
Almost found what I lost
Almost saved you and myself
Almost won but it doesnt count
And never does
Never does
One green light
One more ring of the telephone
One more step
One more second
And I almost
Almost
Almost got what I want
Almost found what I lost
Almost saved you and myself
Almost won but it doesnt count
And never does
Never does
One hello
Just one kiss before the tears come
One yes
One chance
And I almost
Almost almost almost
Almost got what I want
Almost found what I lost
Almost saved you and myself
Almost won but it doesnt count
And never does
Never does
One day one year
5,000 weeks
A life of good works and good deeds
Let me be let me be closer
Or let me be
Let me be
Let me be
When Ive almost got what I want
Almost found what I lost
Almost saved you and myself
Almost won but it doesnt count
And never does
Never does
One good guess
A question with an answer that I know
One idea
One grand notion
And I almost
Almost almost almost
Almost got what I want
Almost found what I lost
Almost saved you and myself
Almost won but it doesnt count
And never does
Never does
Never does
Never does
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Its Only Me
I am the blood
I am the heartbeat
I am the needle drawing me from me
Separate vials for the vile I see
I am the mind
And I know what I know
Fragments of pictures form my core
All strewn about on this prison floor
Chorus:
Watched on by secret eyes
Hidden internal lies
Its only me
I get afraid of the dark sometimes
I cant see
When the light shines I find its only me
I am the flood
And I am the cleansing
Reckless and pure still unsure
I got aimless precision
I am the savior
And I am my brother
Holding me in locking me out
Different room for a different doubt
Chorus
I am the blood
And I am the heartbeat
I am the needle drawing me from me
Seperate vials for the vile I see
Chorus
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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God As A Super Computer
God is a super computer in which there are two folders,
Vile and humane,
.……………………. Vile ………………….
All the unfair work you do,
All the crimes you do,
All the injustice work you do,
…………………….. Humane ………………...
All the fair work you do,
All the social services you do,
All the justifiable work you do.
All the files of vile are converted to a new file called hard, sorrow and obstacles.
All the files of humane are
Converted to a new file called
Smooth, happiness and
Good living.
poem by Ram Kausik
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Red.
Red, the color of love romance
The color of our hearts.
Red, the color of blood,
My blood coming from where you stabbed me with your dagger.
Red, the color of your evil vile face.
After you realized what you’ve done.
Red, the color on the floor.
From my blood to yours.
poem by Angela Landa
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Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man, that wastes and withers there.
Oscar Wilde in The Ballad of Reading Gaol
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O Never Say That I Was False of Heart
O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify:
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie;
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good:
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all.
poem by William Shakespeare
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To a Millionaire
The world in gloom and splendour passes by,
And thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam,
A creature of that old distorted dream
That makes the sound of life an evil cry.
Good men perform just deeds, and brave men die,
And win not honour such as gold can give,
While the vain multitudes plod on, and live,
And serve the curse that pins them down: But I
Think only of the unnumbered broken hearts,
The hunger and the mortal strife for bread,
Old age and youth alike mistaught, misfed,
By want and rags and homelessness made vile,
The griefs and hates, and all the meaner parts
That balance thy one grim misgotten pile.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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I suppose
a yellow rose.
however charming,
was once considered vile
and alarming
by the rank and file.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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