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I got your picture
You gave your soul to me
You're my addiction
I'm sure you'd have to agree
Chorus
Idolized by zeros
I know all of your faces
I've even watched you sleep
You're my obsession
Your life is mine to keep
Chorus
Idolized by zeros
I got all of your letters
Told me to stay away
You know me better
I'll pay a visit today
Chorus
Idolized idolized idolized by zeros -- 2x
song performed by by Ministry
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We idolized the Beatles, except for those of us who idolized the Rolling Stones, who in those days still had many of their original teeth.
quote by Dave Barry
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I have always idolized eccentric people.
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Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Everyone should be respected as an individual, but no one idolized.
quote by Albert Einstein
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I've never tried to emulate anyone. I've never idolized people, I prefer instead to get off on attitudes.
quote by Michael Hutchence
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I worked with everybody, the best, and they actually paid me money to stand next to the people I idolized.
quote by Bobby Sherman
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I'm definitely doing better. I never realized that I would get the support that I've gotten from everybody - from my fans, to people that I've idolized my whole life. So it's overwhelming, it's amazing and I believe that everything happens for a reason so I'm in a really good place right now.
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If I ever complain about yachting around the Mediterranean with Madonna, who I just idolized as a child, I should be slapped across the face.
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When One Is Running Game
When one is running game,
They seldom show a shame.
There is a name to claim...
When one is running game.
When one is running game,
It comes like pouring rain.
And leaves a trail of pain...
When one is running game.
Too often,
They have botched up something someone coddled.
Too often,
They have been excused from misery...
And,
Too often they become an idolized model...
By a child who sees this as the real thing!
When one is running game,
They seldom show a shame.
There is a name to claim...
When one is running game.
Too often,
They have been excused from misery...
And,
Too often they become an idolized model...
By a child who sees this as the real thing!
Too often,
They have botched up something someone coddled.
When one is running game,
They seldom show a shame.
Too often,
They have been excused from misery.
When one is running game,
They seldom show a shame.
There is a name to claim...
When one is running game.
Too often they become an idolized model.
When one is running game,
They seldom show a shame.
Too often they have been excused from misery...
And,
When one is running game,
They seldom show a shame.
Too often,
They have botched up something someone coddled.
When one is running game,
It comes like pouring rain.
And leaves a trail of pain...
When one is running game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not My Trait
My mother, whose courage was like a rock
always mystified me.
She took that grit and bravery
that was always she.
And I who idolized that treasure
always and ever knew
that I had not inherited that trait
no matter what I do.
I shrink from the smallest trouble.
I cringe from the tiniest fear.
Oh mother, why did you not leave to me
a little bravery here?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lust, the root of youngness
Women portrayed
In romantic classics,
Heroines decked out
In celluloid,
Sexy music
In lusty lyrics, and
Thoughts and deeds
Fully around women
Are all manifestation
Of lust and lust
That we miss in our nest.
Lust, we need not detest.
Every action zeros to lust.
Every organ zeros to carbon.
13.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Some Set Of Questions For Beauty....
it is such a beauty,
many are amazed
many idolized what
is beauty all about,
talk of the town
this model, this
epitome of
godly beauty and
perhaps
even wisdom,
the picture is dated
march 5,1934
and you wonder where is
this epitome of
beauty now?
what is its looks?
darn,
loose, crumpled skin
too much hair loss,
toothless,
furrowed brows
darn
dark sunken eyes
like holes
where crabs live
what beauty was there before
is gone
are you arrogant still?
did you fill your mind with so much pride?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Robert E. Lee
The man was loved, the man was idolized,
The man had every just and noble gift.
He took great burdens and he bore them well,
Believed in God but did not preach too much,
Believed and followed duty first and last
With marvellous consistency and force,
Was a great victor, in defeat as great,
No more, no less, always himself in both,
Could make men die for him but saved his men
Whenever he could save them was most kind
But was not disobeyed was a good father,
A loving husband, a considerate friend.
poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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Lost Youth
The glorious days of youth don't last.
We play. We laugh and when it's passed
we wonder why it slipped away?
And when was that, on which day?
Was it the day you realized
that laughter and playing though idolized
cannot be harnessed, cannot be kept?
Or was it the day you finally wept
over the fact that fairytales die?
Whenever it was you remember the cry
that escaped with a sob.
A theif came in and he did rob
the play, the laugh and youthful mirth.
You awoke to the fact that this old earth
is not a playground anymore.
It's just a place with work in store.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Style of Delivery
Attacking one's style of delivery,
And refusing to acknowledge the substance implied...
For purposes to keep mentalities sugarized.
Allows an atmosphere to remain cut pasted and safe.
To continue a pledge of devotion,
Increasingly devoid of progress.
And of faith!
While keeping the people fast asleep.
With wishes not to be disturbed...
By a blatant theft of their consciousness,
From them pilfered by deception reeked!
To leave them undeterred.
And...
With minds voluntarily sold that truth produces,
An evilness identified that should not be induced.
But the goal that should be idolized,
Is the gold that should stay fixed...
In their clouded and dulled eyes.
And from them a significance,
Of life lived must be erased.
To adjust as their standards,
And way of life slowly is replaced.
With a drugging of acceptance,
Done!
In their collective distraught faces.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Tragedy Of The Man
for years he followed the fool
idolized that foolishness even
he lost himself and could not recover
back his real identity
was he able to drink that
witch's potion?
one day his eyes open
to the other possibilities
realized that the witch is eating him piece by piece
until only his bones were left
it was too late
he is only a set of bones
without any cartilages
to link one
to the other
that i think was his tragedy
and so we pray
may the witch die
may our potions expire
may we know how to graft
flesh
may we know how to
wrap with skin
our bones
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Land Fit For Zeros
Hold hands with the person to your right
Hold hands and try to look sincere-o
Tell them, though you don't know their name
That you still can feel their pain
Yeah you still can feel their pain
We'll sing "Jerusalem" now boys
As we build a land fit for zeros
It's all that I can do to stop
Fake tears from welling up
Fake tears from welling up
If you thought this was your country
You can just forget it
You're too old, you're too poor
You're too posh
You'll never get in here wearing that my dear
Don't smoke, don't smack
Don't eat red meat
This is a tolerant land fit for zeros
And if you're lost just hear my call
"Mediocrity is all. Mediocrity is all"
If you thought this was your country
You can just forget it
You're too old, you're too poor
You're too posh
You'll never get in here wearing that my dear
The past is all forgotten now
This is a young, modern land
Fit for zeros
And if we fight, it's only when
We're guaranteed to win
And should you, just stray
Just hear my call
"Mediocrity is all. Mediocrity is all
song performed by by Proclaimers
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My Global Mind
Theres hunger in africa,
And anger on assembly lines.
At the touch of a button
Im miles away.
I want no connection, just information,
And Im gone.
I feel so helpless,
So I turn my gaze to another place.
My global mind reaches out for the truth.
Why try holding back the wave?
Youll only drown in the changes.
Youve got to learn to let go.
Just let go and experience the flight.
Try to see from a different side..
If balance is the key
Maybe well see
A future understanding,
Then we wont feel so helpless,
An turn away and hide from the change.
My global mind searches for something new.
My global mind zeros in on news.
Time and rules are changing.
Attention span is quickening.
Welcome to the information age.
I feel so helpless,
So I turn my gaze to another place.
My global mind searches for something new.
My global mind zeros in on news.
My global mind reaches out for the truth.
My global mind zeros in on you.
Its searching everywhere,
Across the mountains,
Across the oceans,
Across every man made line.
No boundary gonna keep it from you.
song performed by by Queensryche
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Conservatism
Conservatism’s ideology
Is static. For that reason, everything
It touches stagnates and thus decays.
We live in a universe that expands:
Dynamic, and ever characterized
By firm continuous change-alive.
Conservatives, stuck in traditions,
Unable, feckless slaves of status quo
Impede advancement for those souls in need.
Those at the top espouse unwritten laws
That favor power, wealth and selfishly
Retain these hieratic gifts bequeathed
By past idolized idealist fops
Who gained their prominence on backs of men.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Selecting Memories
No dream do I wish I was idolized!
But I did once want to fly.
Like an Eagle with wings...
Soaring and gliding high.
I can not decide which season,
I would like to see baptised...
As the one more blessed than the other.
Since each has a way,
To reveal treasures constantly discovered.
And in my mind I'm almost close,
To planet Mars.
Wondering where to land.
And...
In my mind,
I know I can drift far away.
From a life I find demanding.
In my mind I'm almost close,
To planet Mars.
Wondering where to land.
And...
In my mind,
I know I can drift far away.
Selecting memories for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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