As I was walking among the fires of Hell,
delighted with the enjoyments of Genius;
which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
I collected some of their Proverbs.
William Blake in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1790
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As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius which to Angels look like torment and insanity. I collected some of their Proverbs.
quote by William Blake
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What I advise you to do is, not to be unhappy before the crisis comes…some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all. We are in the habit of exaggerating, or imagining, or anticipating, sorrow.
Hell Of A Town
Its a hell of a town
Theres smoke coming up through the holes in the ground
Its a hell of a town
Plenty of devils for taking you down
Any time of night and day
Its a hell of a town
Getting drunk on the tears of a clown
Its a hell of a town
Steppin out in a bulletproof gown
So get out of my goddamn way
Im walking here
Im talking here
Its a hell of a town
Swimming out where the ships run aground
Its a hell of a town
Always room on the merry-go-round
So step up and be damned today
Im walking here
Im talking here
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Genius is one of the many forms of insanity.
quote by Cesare Lombroso
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Personal Neon
I am devoid of genius
that is why I can touch my nose with my tongue
and prove that I am really a genius
Sometimes while walking in front of
Manik Bandyopadhyay's house I brood
about the street on which he once walked
I am also on the same road, but worthless, Falguni Ray
walking, sometimes I travel
in second class in trams and I
imagine this was the tram that overran and crushed
the body of Jibanananda Das
This is the way I travel--
earth sun stars accompany me.
poem by Falguni Ray
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Draw Me That Line
There's a fine line
between genius and
insanity.
You have erased that line
i need to draw that line again
between
you and me
do not laugh at me
i am not a genius
as they once
laughed
at Copernicus
i like you to laugh
at me
i have this acceptance
as i laugh
at myself more often
i like
Bozo the Clown
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success.
quote by Ian Fleming
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Insanity
Insanity spins around inside my head.
If it doesn't stop I'll soon be dead.
I want to love but I want to kill,
either one would be a thrill.
I have no love but I feel it too.
The insanity drives inside my head just like a screw.
I'm nervous and twitchy,
I see things too.
I don't trust anyone not even you.
I know the world is out to get me.
I hate the world it's sick and crude.
People make me wretch they're deceptive and quite rude.
Despite it all I need that freind,
who'll help me put the insanity at an end.
So take my hand I'll tell my tale.
I'll shock you with my personall hell.
In the end though we'll both be better,
because we'll have understanding and eachother.
poem by Michael McParland
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Fires Of Hell
(the futility of war)
Oh, i was born your only son
And i will think of you
Before this day is done
The fires of hell surround me now
So i must fight for freedom
Against their raging guns
In all my life i never said
How much i loved you
In all this time
I never really said i cared
This war is wrong and so
I write these words
Before i give my life to the somme
In all my life i never said
How much i loved you
In all this time
I never really knew you
The fires of hell surround me, oh
The guns of hell will
Take my breath away
From my life this day
The fires of hell surround me, oh
The words i say
Must never disappear
Keep them locked inside your heart
I can hear the piper's song
And it will play for me
Before this day is done
So i will hold my head up high
If i must give my life
To stop their raging guns
Oh, i was born your only son
And i thank god for that and
That that will be done
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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I wish you'd just tell me what the hell i did wrong
Stealing my car
I really don't care
But taking my heart
Is really not fare
I wish you'd just tell me what the hell i did wrong
Just packing your things
And walking away
Without saying why
Or walking my way
I wish you'd just tell me what the hell i did wrong
Cos this song is for you
Just for you
Have you ever done anything
Just for me
Now can you see
Through my eyes
I wish you'd just tell me what the hell i did wrong
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The Legend Of The Angel
When God made the angels, not one of them knew how to fly.
They walked across Heaven not knowing all they could do.
God wanted to know how long it would take them to learn.
So He kept telling them to go to different parts of Heaven.
Off they went walking, walking, walking, walking, walking.
In time, one of the Lord's angels found out that he could run.
The archangels were completely shocked and they tried it.
Pretty soon, millions of angels were running across Heaven.
God smiled at them. We all have to start somehere, don't we?
God created a few upstairs' rooms in some of His palaces.
Wisely, the angels and the archangels walked up the stairs.
Even though they could run and run and run, they walked.
God smiled again, because He liked them to be careful...
As a reward, He transformed their wings into silver and gold.
The angels were amazed at these wondrous dazzling delights.
But, the thing is, silver and gold can be quite heavy at times.
Not one of the angels complained. Why offend the Father?
But, the thing is, silver and gold can be quite heavy at times.
After a bit, it got a bit too much for one of the smaller angels.
He was exhausted, huffing and puffing his way across Heaven.
The next time God called to him, he approached the Throne...
Father, could You take back Your silver and gold, please?
The Lord agreed and then the angel began to float in the air.
He flapped his wings nervously not knowing how to get down.
To his amazement, he started flying as the other angels stared.
This is so much easier than walking or running! He told them.
So they all asked God the Father to please let them fly as well.
All their silver and gold melted away and covered the streets.
As they didn't feel the need of these, they blessed Heaven instead.
From that day on, all of the angels could fly, it was so easy...
Then they understood why God had made some smaller angels.
He knew one of them would be tired out and had to ask for help.
Imagine if we had no setbacks, no weights to hold us down...
Alas, we haven't earned our wings yet, but maybe someday...
In the meanwhile, let's just feed the birds and watch them fly...
poem by Denis Martindale
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What The Hell Do You Want
(tsk..why you gotta act like that?)
When I say that I love you, you ask me what I want
When I try to care for you woh-o hoa, you say I'm tryin' to front
When I'm tryin' to listen to you oh ho baby, you take it as a joke
And when I try to give you good advice yeah yeah, you swear that I don't know
So what the hell do you want? Uhn, Baby?
What the hell do you want, from me?
What the hell do you want, I need to know
What the hell do you want, baby
What the hell do you want from me
Baby, tell me,
What the hell do you want from me yeaah
Listen here, Baby,
I need to know right know
Tell me how
When I try to make love to you, oh yeah yeah yeah, you tell me not tonight
And when I wanna touch you, oh ho baby, you say that now is not the time
And when I wanna hold you, oh ouuh, you tell me you need space
But you just said I wasn't affectionate enough
That's what you told me yesterday
So what the hell do you want? Uhn, Baby?
What the hell do you want, from me?
What the hell do you want, I need to know
What the hell do you want, baby
What the hell do you want from me
I don't know what else to do yeah,
What the hell do you want frome me baby,yes
Listen
You tyin' to decieve me, you're tryin' to mislead me, yes yes
You didn't appreciate what I was doin'
Thank god I'm just gonna keep movin'
You can't hurt me no more yeah so I'm walking out that door
You can't hurt me no more so I'm walking out that door
song performed by by 112
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The Sweetest Torment
Tease me with a sight
A sight so sweet, so blissful
It doesn't matter if I yearn, because I know right,
That the torment it will cause, it could be nothing but painful
I have come to accept this fate,
The fate so painfully apparent
To this end, I could not debate
For this torment was so clearly inherent
Tantalizing as you are,
You made me dream, dream, and dream
A dream so distant and far
Now I wish that we could be joined by a seam
Now I seek all this was reality
I could no longer bear it
Now I fall into insanity
Where nothing is ever lit
Now I'll yearn at your feet
Whatever it takes to deliver me
Away from pain and to what I seek
Then finally, it will only be you who I see
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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The One True Hell
Everyone's hell isn't the same,
Whether its fire, a blank room or acid,
That is not the meaning of their agony; its just the cause,
But the purpose of Hell is torment and corruption,
A separation from all that is peaceful and pure,
So 'The One True Hell' isn't fire,
Or all the despair you'll encounter,
It is losing your mind.
He Died
He died in
Cold
And Lucifer
Went
For his soul
After
His first hell
In cell
On
Earth
He was taken
To deads
Hell
To suffer
A torment
Without end
Is this
Fair?
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Not All Angels Cry For You
Angels tears raining over the earth
For love's pain and love's feeling
Not all angels cry for you though, not all angels love you
No angel can lift you to heaven or damn you to hell
When you feel the rain, a divine connection
Feeling a part of heaven inside your heart, a feeling you know
A feeling like one you've felt before because of another heart
And one you'll never forget, no matter how much you try
So heaven's too high for us
And hell's too sad
Whether they've ever existed doesn't matter, they exist to everyone
And because they do, angels don't cry for you
poem by Paul Macharmley
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But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,
In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,
In pits and dens and shades of death, in shapes of torment and woe:
The plates and screws and racks and saws and cords and fires and cisterns
The cruel joys of Luvah's Daughters, lacerating with knives
And whips their victims, and the deadly sport of Luvah's Sons.
They dance around the dying and they drink the howl and groan,
They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another:
These are the sports of love, and these the sweet delights of amorous play,
Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster, the last sigh
Of the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of Luvah.----
poem by William Blake
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Milton: But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,
In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,
In pits and dens and shades of death, in shapes of torment and woe:
The plates and screws and racks and saws and cords and fires and cisterns
The cruel joys of Luvah's Daughters, lacerating with knives
And whips their victims, and the deadly sport of Luvah's Sons.
They dance around the dying and they drink the howl and groan,
They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another:
These are the sports of love, and these the sweet delights of amorous play,
Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster, the last sigh
Of the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of Luvah.
poem by William Blake
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Overnight Angels
(ian hunter)
In the heat of the indian summer
Out along the appalachian way
You can hear the sound of the overnight angels
As they pray
Charged by the light of some mariners lantern
Spitting out a cold but triangular spray
Cant you hear the screams of the overnight angels
As they play
Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain
Reaching out beyond the length of the light
You can catch a glimpse of an overnight angel
As he shines
Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living
Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes
Cant you feel the pulse of the overnight angels
Beating time
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels
Children of the junkies led the revolution
Push yourselves over get yourselves there
Someone throw their arms round the overnight angels
Cause they care
Angels dont need no phony religion
Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres
They will never speak to the overnight angels
They can only stare
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Overnight angels
Overnight angels
Talking about
The overnight angels
(fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Gone to Hell
Hell has prison cells that laugh always, that hides then.
Hell has events and evils, hosts and devils, do you see then.
Angels shall evilesce partly or fully, so that you must define.
Some people would have the hell of trouble, not sin.
Most dart a strong word straight towards hell. They cannot do good!
poem by Naveed Akram
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