Times of general calamity and confusion create great minds. The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt is elicited from the darkest storms.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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Times of great calamity and confusion have been productive for the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace. The brightest thunder-bolt is elicited from the darkest storm.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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Purest Feeling
Purest feeling
Purest feeling
Well I think Im gonna push it
As far as it will go
Give in to desire
Only you will know
So tell me all your secrets
Ill stick it in your head
I wish I could remember
Everything she said
Purest feeling
Purest feeling
Purest feeling
Purest feeling
Well she could be a saviour
With everything she does
Or some kind of punishment
For people just like us
I dont really believe she understands
Whats happening to me
The sooner that she gets it
The better it will be
Purest feeling
Purest feeling
Purest feeling
Purest feeling
I have got to figure it out
I just want to know
I cant live with it
Purest feeling
Written and performed by: trent reznor
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Thunderbolt
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt staying bold.
I'm the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
You may decide to run and hide.
But I've learned throughout my life...
Those who run let life slip by,
And cry in denial.
Setting themselves up...
For struggles and trials.
When I was young I was often hushed,
I would question too much.
With unedited questions asked.
To connect in my mind to grasp.
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
And with a boldness I still hold.
When I was young I was often hushed,
I would question too much.
With unedited questions asked.
To connect in my mind to grasp.
Zip zap crack with answers due.
Answer my questions asked of you!
I'm the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
Zip zap crack with answers due.
Answer my questions asked of you!
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
There were no shoulders for me to hold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
There were no shoulders for me to hold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
There were no shoulders with warm holds.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I might have been precocious!
But not braggadocious.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the greatest darkness
I look at the sky
and in the greatest darkness
see the brightest stars appear.
In life at the time of calamity
its greatest heroes rise
to point without uncertainty
the true way to go.
At times of persecution
more people turn to God,
than times was everything
goes well.
In times of destruction
and where people are travailed,
something in the human spirit
rise above inhumanity.
In the depth of night
the sweetest words are written
and from the cold dark earth
seeds come to life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When She Was Lost
On the most sunniest day of the year,
On the most brightest day of the month,
On the most hottest day of the week,
A little girl was in the middle of the park.
These little girl was never heard,
These little girl was never seen,
These little girl was never understand,
But one day she disappeared.
No one saw,
No one heard,
No one cared,
These little girl was never there.
A little heart with little time,
A little heart with little hope,
A little heart with little chance,
Little girl who no one saw.
Little girl given one chance,
Little girl given one hope,
Little girl given one life,
Sad truth is she died that day.
On the most sunniest day of the year,
On the most brightest day of the month,
On the most hottest day of the week,
A little girl was in the middle of the park.
These little girl was....You fill in the rest.
poem by Andrea Szyhowski
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Out Of This World
when we die
we go into the arms of those who remember us
we are home now
out of our heads
out of our minds
out of this world
out of this time
are you drowning or waving?
i just want you to save me
should we try to get along?
just try to get along
so we move
we change by the speed of the choices that we made
and the barrier of ourself made (??)
that's so retrograde
are you drowning or waving?
i just need you to save me
should we try to get along?
just try to get along
i am alive
i'm gonna wait 'til the trials of confusion create
there are times when i feel the way we're about to break
when there's too much to say
we are home now
out of our heads
out of our minds
out of this world
out of this time
out of this time
song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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The simultaneous reactions elicited all over the world by the reading of newspaper dispatches about the same events create, as it were, a common mental pulse beat for the whole of civilized mankind.
quote by Christian Lous Lange
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The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in times of great moral crises maintain their neutrality.
quote by Alighieri Dante
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The hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Impossible Dreamer
The street was loud
From an angry crowd and
I thought of you, I thought of you
Dreamer
Land of the free
No hungry bellies
Impossible
Impossible dreamer
In the darkest part of the night
Blue shadows conjure you
And in the brightest height of the daylight
Sometimes I blink cause I think I see you
Dreaming like you do
The moon was bright
Like day for night
And I thought of you
I thought of you
Dreamer
No acid rain
Love without pain
Impossible
Impossible dreamer
In the darkest part of the night
Blue shadows conjure you
And at the brightest height of the daylight
Sometimes I blink cause I think I see you
Dreaming like you do
The room was dark
And full of sharks
And I thought of you
I thought of you
Dreamer
Give peace a chance
Dont think just dance
Impossible
Impossible dreamer
In the darkest part of the night
Blue shadows conjure you
And at the brightest height of the daylight
Sometimes I blink cause I think I see you
Dreaming like you do
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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The Human Spirit
Oh brightest of the brightest stars
You shine out greatly in the darkest night
And all around the darkness falls
Yet you do not, you stand and fight
Time and again, wave after wave
The darkness assaults your soul
Threatening to smash to a thousand pieces
Yet you still stand tall and whole
Relentlessly the scorching fire rains down
And you are battered from every side
Weaker now, to your knees you fall
Desperately seeking for a place to hide
For one who once stood tall and strong
Now forsaken and lost and no more fight
Surrounded by darkness on every side
You must now flee into the darkest night
poem by Frank McEleny
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The brightest crowns that are worn in heaven have been tried, and smelted, and polished, and glorified through the furnace of tribulation.
quote by Edward Chapin
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Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.
quote by Harry Houdini
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Clip Your Wings, Baby
In the darkest depths far below,
The furnace may incinerate
Sin's vice and folly apropos
Before evil may saturate.
With no way to absquatulate
From what Death's disposition brings,
One must rely on their damned fate
And clip their feathery, white wings.
The mocking voice, Contrapasso,
Cuts sharply, harshly—biserrate—
Into the transgressions I know:
What bad intention does create.
My insult will annihilate
In sameness what the black heart sings.
The self must incapacitate
And clip its feathery, white wings.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Spark In The Dark
Welcome to the party
Its only me and you
Tell the world to go away, babe
And Ill tell you what to do
Come over here and kiss me
I want to pull your hair
Turn out the lights and hold me
I want to touch you everywhere
We dont need nobody, baby
We dont need champagne
Ill take you to the deepest,
Darkest, hottest, lovers lane
For a little spark in the dark
Just a little spark in the dark
Dont matter where we sleep
Dont matter where we park
All we need is a spark, spark
Spark in the dark
Just a little spark in the dark
Come around midnight
Well be crawlin on the floor
Burnin with the fever
And yellin out for more
But dont you write it in your
Diary, baby
Dont blab it on the phone
Cuz if your mom and dad find out
Theyll skin me to the bone
Now we dont need instructions,
Baby
Dont you be afraid
It takes a little friction
Thats how our love is made
]from a little spark in the dark
Just a little spark in the dark
Dont matter what you say
No matter what you do
As long as it is me and you
We got a spark in the dark
Just a little spark in the dark, yeah
We dont need nobody, baby
We dont need cocaine
Ill take you to the deepest,
Darkest, hottest lovers lane
Spark in the dark
Just a little spark in the dark
Dont matter where we sleep
Dont matter where we park
All we need is a spark, spark
Spark in the dark
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Continuance of a Nonexistence
They spend the hours of each day,
In attempts...
To rejuvenate those times spent,
And gone.
Old songs played from school days,
Keep them reminded...
In a refined stagnation kept.
Fresh.
And unchanged.
Stuck in yesterday.
And not going to give it up...
Anytime soon!
Leaving what has been produced,
To accept tomorrow...
On a fast paced chase for them,
Who seek schedules to keep.
With times speeding ahead.
Without one hint of hesitation.
Regardless of who celebrates...
The continuance of a nonexistence,
Leaping away from many minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Above Life’s Storms
These are down times, said by most, affecting all, coast to coast,
Very hard times economically, touching in many ways you and me,
But, those in God can rise above, all these down times, spoken of,
High above, with God’s power, through the darkest times and hour.
Though tough times get us down, in The Lord our strength is found,
As we receive The Lord’s Favor, we find strength that will not waver,
Like an eagle in grace and form, God helps us rise above the storm,
Peace and hope our Lord brings, to soar with God on eagle’s wings.
In times of uncertainty we can soar, as we wait for God’s open door,
Closing the storm securely behind, filling us with true peace of mind,
And after the storm by God’s Grace, He guides us to a stable place,
Just like the eagle fully assured, positioned by the hand of our Lord.
Though the times be dark as night, we can go forth shining His Light,
To a world that’s lost in the storm, with our witness, gentle and warm,
Leading men from a coldness of life, into the warmth of Jesus Christ,
Who helps all believers to cope, in life’s storms with God given hope.
When times are darkened by men, in The Son you can be Born Again,
With a hope to New Life Eternally, never affected by man’s economy,
But, an economy created with love, by The Savior, who reigns above,
Where storms are all in the past, and all of God’s Ways Eternally last.
(Copyright ©03/2009)
Left To Examine
People seldom select rebellion.
From a truth spoken and understood.
Yet those upset and labelled rebels,
Know too well...
They've been deceived and meant to be.
With perceptions shallow and kept to believe,
And fed to a consciousness deluded to depths.
And difficult it is to keep people like this,
Conformed to accept values distanced from reality.
Realities often thought to be militant with intent.
And long mentioned by the ones...
People decided they would choose to shun.
But themselves left to examine and now have begun,
Analyzing traditions and values with a doing done.
With a wondering of which standards to use.
Where to go and who to question,
To release them from confusion.
And self inflicting mental abuse.
Protected in historic denial hypnotized to seduce.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
Left to examine...
These times.
And how will they be...
Redefined.
How will that begin to be done,
These times.
And how will they affect,
Minds!
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
And...
How will that begin to be done,
In minds,
Left to examine...
In the coming of the changing times.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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