I discourage a cult of personality.
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Little Discourage
I found a mountain on my own (I'm encouraged)
Trust history to say it's unknown (It's discouraging)
There's a seventeen contest in my own home (Discourage)
Sick of seventeen contests in my own home (Discourage)
Don't cross the road, you're under a spell
A broken violin (Discourage)
Don't cross the road, you're under a spell
Of broken violins
But all I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
All I need is a little discourage
I ran away from my own telephone (Discourage)
It rings to tell you what the future holds in store, so.....
There's a lack of confidence at home (Discourage)
When a seventeen contest fills your own home (Discourage)
Put your trust in courage, no one can tell
The broken violin
All I need is a little discourage
(The world knows what I need, but it's proving far too hard for me
song performed by Idlewild
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I'm A Cult Hero
I'm a cult hero
A dream come true
You want to touch me
But you can't get through
I walk on water and i don't get wet
I've got something you won't forget
I'm a cult hero -- payed my dues
I'm a cult hero -- got nothing to lose
I'm a cult hero
I'm a cult hero
I'm ahead of my time
You'll never rule me
'coz i'm all mine
Bounce off of me
'coz i'm so strong
My time is coming and it won't be long
Save us!!
song performed by Cure
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She Stole Me
She stole me, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for,
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for.
You told them it was your idea
You lied to them about your taste
The way you dressed
The way you wore your hair
The way you did your make-up
She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
I met a guy, who knew her from school
We dated for a while
He mentioned you a lot
It seemed he asked you first and you rejected him
he hurt me; he caused me pain; because of you
She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
All i know, is that i am me
You are you
You can never be me
I can never be consumed by you
It won't work, even though....
She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
poem by Donna Hendra
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Ugly Truth
The ugly truth, the shadow that wonders alone,
It’s the dark space in the corner of the room where love isn’t shown,
The ignored people whose personality is ignored and unknown,
It’s the face in the mirror that cracks on sight,
The same mirror where society reflects beauty and glamour where self loathing ignites,
Anorexia, plastic surgeries, implants, anabolic steroids, self destruction, and despite,
The natural beauty of humankind destroyed by artificial cosmetics,
Similar to drugs that induces the nonexistent pain from anesthetics,
It’s the poisonous salt induced in self healing known as tartar emetic,
Invisible, pain underlined the surface to project beauty from self destruction inside to route the beauty out,
But the ugly truth is, cosmetics is the bud in plants that doesn’t sprout,
It’s the mirror that humanity looks into every day with doubt,
The doubt that induces perfection from the outside,
It’s the disease inducing shallow emotions from humans worldwide,
Victimized is the people who will never know the pleasure of someday being a groom or bride,
It’s that same cracked mirror that reflects self loathing and the tears we cry,
It’s the anxiety induced from outside the mirror in the room where in the corner we hide,
The smile that is looked as a broken masterpiece from the finest art,
The ugly truth, where beauty from inside the heart is ignored from the start,
It’s the puzzle of human life, where natural beauty of personality is ripped apart,
Embarrassed to be seen by others all they see is broken reflection of self,
In a glass of bottled that they store on the shelf,
Even through glass the reflection stands still where they can see themselves,
Through the smile beyond the face it’s a silent weep of pain and fear,
From the eyes to their ears every night they shed bloody tears,
Not the typical blood made of red matter, it’s the tears bottled up in emotion that’s crystal clear,
The self loathing from the inability to find love, the cause when the end draws near,
Can’t escape the matrix of cosmetic pain, every waking minute outside with others they experience fear,
Unable to identify how to look human, Halloween is every day,
Awaking out of a dream to be perfect, the costume of that beautiful angel in the dream they put on with a closed mind they display,
Where the reality results in a drought in from mixing a blowtorch and hair spray,
The event that causes a ring of fire around the Earth burning everything in sight,
The manifest of when the walls close in, but the mirror stands still cracked but upright,
A masquerade ruined by the drought caused by spite,
The parade rained on by the precipitation of lightning and fire combined,
But forever the broken mirror inside the closing rings stands inclined,
The broken cracks in the same shape as the lightning in the night,
The ugly truth, bottled emotion correlated with the mirror that’s upright
Self esteem is the iron grip that can twist off the top of the bottle,
We dig down deep and can’t project the good inside even with momentum in full throttle,
Even still the personality inside is covered by a towel,
Where the ugly truth lies within an open mind,
The mirror will set fire forever within due time,
And the ugly truth through personality will turn beautiful and shine,
The broken cracked mirror will rebuild itself into a reflection clear like waters in the most beautiful stream,
Our mouths open with the most beautiful voice that we sing,
As opposed to opening the bottle of emotion through hoarse screams,
The same waters that carries the world once set fire moves upstream,
Something as an epiphany is what it seems,
Beauty projected through inner beauty with self esteem it brings,
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poem by Kurt Kacich
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Wishes
Here I am on my own
It gets hard sometimes when Im traveling this empty world
All alone I get tired
And oh I get oh so weak
And I need for someone to come and rescue me
To help me along to catch when I miss
To show me where I oughta be
So I can be strong and face all of this
That my life tries to discourage me with.
With a little luck will I find you
And if I do it is you wholl make my dreams come true
Just a little bit of happiness
Is all that I wish
And I hope that you can grant me this
When I look at my life
And where Ive been
And I wonder if the story has a happy end,
Like they always do, but if my wish comes true
I just hope and pray I always can depend on you
To help me along to catch when I miss
To show me where I oughta be
So I can be strong and face all of this
That my life tries to discourage me with.
With a little luck will I find you
And if I do it is you wholl make my dreams come true
Just a little bit of happiness
Is all that I wish
And I hope that you can grant me this (repeat)
(fade out)
song performed by Boyz II Men
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On A Path One Has Cleared Of Thorns
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
Obstacles impossible seem to pop from everywhere.
To test emotions and one's endurance.
And anyone who has ever faced opposition knows...
Friends can become unconsious foes sometimes.
And those thought to be foes...
Eventually become those who are the most close.
One truly doesn't know who 'is' or who isn't...
Until it is recognized,
The one who has lived a life dedicated...
Being who they are from the beginning,
Becomes more appreciated by those...
Who acknowledge a life lived devoted,
Is not a bed of roses...
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
Desiring a life to accomplish what one wishes,
Is a challenge against those odds...
That come to discourage,
The one who remains focused.
On a path one has cleared of thorns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thought Of This As part Of A Normalness
Unrecognizable by the doers,
But their actions to discourage happiness...
In their attacks of it,
Shows.
An addiction that should sicken,
Doesn't for those who crave.
Generations have been 'fixed' on hate.
And this is apparent to leave little debate.
Unrecognizable by the doers,
But their actions to discourage happiness...
In their attacks of it,
Shows.
And thought of this as part of a normalness,
Are the children of this exposed...
Wherever those children grow,
To influence by teaching what it is they know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bring me back my courage
I never lost it, But
i was compelled to do so,
for which mistake i am sentenced for,
why i am pushed in the grave of discourage
take all my happiness but
only bring me back my couage
i have no complain with my dreams
but have with those who discourage my dreams
i dont ask you for any thing but only
bring me back my courage
when i was young, i was full of courage
No complain, But only bring me back the courage of my teenage.
Anwar Ahmed Jamali
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poem by Anwar Jamali
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Successful cult memes induce intense social interaction behaviour between cult members. This trips the attention detectors.
quote by Keith Henson
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It's a bit odd that nobody seems to be using the correct technical term to describe organized Islamic terrorists. They are not a faction of a religion or a social movement. They are a cult. A suicide cult.
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Perfection
Only for awhile
Night is a broken vampire
A light without love
Direction a thousand roads
Delivered into hands of the wind
Purpose has redeemed someone else
The crowd is my friend
Others have joined little cults
Cult families
Cult jobs
Perfection rips my mind
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Sadeness Part 1 (Extended Trance Mix)
Sade dit moi
Sade donne moi
Sade dit moi qu'est ce que tu vas chercher?
le bien par le mal
la vertu par le vice
Sade dit moi pourquoi l' 'evangile du mal?
quelle est ta religion ou' sont tes fide'les?
Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme.
Sade dit moi pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir?
Le plaisir sans l'amour.
N'y a t'il plus de sentiment dans le culte de l'homme ?
Sade es-tu diabolique ou divin?
Sade, tell me...
Sade, give me...
Sade, tell me...what is it that you seek?
The rightness of wrong, the virtue of vice...
Sade, tell me...why the Gospel of evil?
What is your religion? Where are your faithful?
If you are against God, you are against man...
Sade, tell me...why blood for pleasure? Pleasure without love?
Is there no emotion in the cult of man?
Sade, are you diabolical or divine?
SADENESS (Extended Version lyrics in [])
Sade dit moi
Sade donne moi
Sade dit moi...
qu'est ce que tu vas chercher?
le bien par le mal, la vertu par le vice?
Sade dit moi...
pourquoi l' 'evangile du mal?
quelle est ta religion ou' sont tes fide'les?
Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme.
[Sade dit moi pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir?
Le plaisir sans l'amour.
N'y a t'il plus de sentiment dans le culte de l'homme?]
Sade es-tu diabolique ou divin?
Sade dit moi...
Sade donne moi...
Sade dit moi...
Sade donne moi...
[The prinicpals of lust]
Sade dit moi...
Sade donne moi...(x3 to fade)
Sade, tell me...
Sade, give me...
Sade, tell me...
what is it that you seek?
The rightness of wrong, the virtue of vice...
Sade, tell me...
why the Gospel of evil?
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song performed by Enigma
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X - Files Public Psyche Encoded
Spooky Fox Mulder
X- Files TV series fame
cult fan science fiction
both as disinformation
plus public psyche
sly classified education
no official deny or confirm
series earns millions
disinformation cult status
covert script
secret agenda
public plays
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Cult Of Ray
What is there to say ?
Still I can't be silent
Hear the cult of ray
And you'll be enlightened
People, they're no fun
I saw raymond speak one time, he said hello
And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
I heard his words so very fine so high above this constant dripping chatter
Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts feeding on your adam's apple
And you can't hear yourself in all this babble
And are you feeling role strain
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again ?
In a dark place
In the deep sky
Is an old man
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
In the dep sky
And he's waiting
Hear the cult of ray
Fear the boy as tyrant
People have a way
When their mood is violent
People, they're no fun
I have a century in mind, wait, oh no
At least two centuries in mind, say, it doesn't matter
This rock is turning into sand while we are drowning here in our own shatter
You can't eat dirt cause it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in your turkish coffee
And can't smile cause I got me a mouthful
And i've been grinding this grain
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again
In a dark place
In the deep water
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
song performed by Frank Black
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Purple Kool-Aid
Woke up I wiped the sleepers from my eye
Looked up to see ??? ??? ???
??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? too
Up in the ??? ??? ??? with you
They call themselves the purple kool-aid cult
They lost their head and claim it's all my fault
I'm fed koolaid intravenously
I must regain my own autonomy!
[Pre-chorus]:
The purple kool-aid cult is back, I'm paranoid again
Would someone please appease all the stress of my,
[Chorus]:
Sorry friend, there's no way I can stay
Wish I could explain the reason why
I'm being chased so please pardon my haste
Please appease the stress of my brown head.
They turned their backs and I began to run
Looked back for a flash and I began to shout
I've got to find a passage out of here
I'm not too certain that the future's clear
And now I'm alone and to what type too wear
And then they set upon a skinny chair
They're gathering now around a sugar throne
It's red and round and speaks of miracles.
[Pre-chorus]
He says ??? ??? ??? him
Weird ritual for you and I to mate
I see a door ??? ??? I see astray
I pick up a furious pace so I can get away
Don't smile a purple pleasure hangs the cape
Oh Me, Oh My, It was the great escape
The situation, it's still to me a bit of a scandal
Every time I see a purple smile within my underwear.
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
Four years and as many days float on by
??? carry out that silicone ?? atacious?? left behind
I'm going next door to celebrate I say
??? purple ??? koolaid ??? is the punch that's got me drunk today.
Next thing I know I'm standing on a chair
whipping my arms around the friendly air
I preached the words around a year ago
I now surrender to the certain glow?
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]
Ohhohohohohoh!
I'm being...
I'm being chased by seven kids high on kool-aid
But then they're not crazy cause they're high on kool-aid
But then they're not crazy they're just high on kool-aid.
song performed by Incubus
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Get On With The Show
(Van Morrison)
I just can't seem to take much more of this
Got too much hassle baby and not enough bliss
Got to give these hangers on a miss
'Cos I need some help I just don't get
No one seems to understand what's up
What's up, what's up
So called friends come and go
And things just don't add up
Trying to make my way
Through all this illusion and myth
I don't even have no safety net
Nero fiddled while Rome burnt
Napoleon met his Waterloo
Sampson went spare when Delilah cut his hair
But little David slew Goliath too
I'm just trying to get some results
Listen baby I'm not trying to start my own cult
Please tell me something that I don't know
I just wanna get on with the show
Nero fiddled while Rome burnt
Napoleon met his Waterloo
Sampson went spare when Delilah cut his hair
But little David slew Goliath too
You'd think some program might do the trick
Let me tell you this wall of fog
Is just too thick
I thought of everything but the whip
But baby nobody on my ship is up to it
I'm just trying to get some results, some results
I'm not trying to start my own cult, no ..
Just tell me something that I don't know
I just wanna get on with the show
I just wanna get on with the show
Just tell me something that I don't know
I just wanna get on with the show
And if it don't work then let it go
song performed by Van Morrison
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Incense
Think not that incense-smoke has had its day.
My friends, the incense-time has but begun.
Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom,
Shrine after shrine grow gray beneath the sun.
And mountain-boulders in our aged West
Shall guard the graves of hermits truth-endowed:
And there the scholar from the Chinese hills
Shall do deep honor, with his wise head bowed.
And on our old, old plains some muddy stream,
Dark as the Ganges, shall, like that strange tide —
(Whispering mystery to half the earth) —
Gather the praying millions to its side,
And flow past halls with statues in white stone
To saints unborn to-day, whose lives of grace
Shall make one shining, universal church
Where all Faiths kneel, as brothers, in one place.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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A Roosevelt
Es con voz de la Biblia, o verso de Walt Whitman,
que habría que llegar hasta ti, Cazador!
Primitivo y moderno, sencillo y complicado,
con un algo de Washington y cuatro de Nemrod.
Eres los Estados Unidos,
eres el futuro invasor
de la América ingenua que tiene sangre indígena,
que aún reza a Jesucristo y aún habla en español.
Eres soberbio y fuerte ejemplar de tu raza;
eres culto, eres hábil; te opones a Tolstoy.
Y domando caballos, o asesinando tigres,
eres un Alejandro-Nabucodonosor.
(Eres un profesor de energía,
como dicen los locos de hoy.)
Crees que la vida es incendio,
que el progreso es erupción;
en donde pones la bala
el porvenir pones.
No.
Los Estados Unidos son potentes y grandes.
Cuando ellos se estremecen hay un hondo temblor
que pasa por las vértebras enormes de los Andes.
Si clamáis, se oye como el rugir del león.
Ya Hugo a Grant le dijo: «Las estrellas son vuestras».
(Apenas brilla, alzándose, el argentino sol
y la estrella chilena se levanta...) Sois ricos.
Juntáis al culto de Hércules el culto de Mammón;
y alumbrando el camino de la fácil conquista,
la Libertad levanta su antorcha en Nueva York.
Mas la América nuestra, que tenía poetas
desde los viejos tiempos de Netzahualcoyotl,
que ha guardado las huellas de los pies del gran Baco,
que el alfabeto pánico en un tiempo aprendió;
que consultó los astros, que conoció la Atlántida,
cuyo nombre nos llega resonando en Platón,
que desde los remotos momentos de su vida
vive de luz, de fuego, de perfume, de amor,
la América del gran Moctezuma, del Inca,
la América fragante de Cristóbal Colón,
la América católica, la América española,
la América en que dijo el noble Guatemoc:
«Yo no estoy en un lecho de rosas»; esa América
que tiembla de huracanes y que vive de Amor,
hombres de ojos sajones y alma bárbara, vive.
Y sueña. Y ama, y vibra; y es la hija del Sol.
Tened cuidado. ¡Vive la América española!
Hay mil cachorros sueltos del León Español.
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poem by Ruben Dario
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Hermann Hesse and River Phoenix in Holograms
Hermann Hesse
sighed writing glass beads
and
River Phoenix
died doing speed balls
River in the viper room
Hermann in the typer room
Siddartha's
love interest
who was killed with a snake too
like river
named after the river
in Siddhartha
his parents joined a cult,
the children of God
just like Siddhartha
experienced
renewed popularity in the sixties
with hippies
like river's parents
who fell out with the cult
of the father
like Siddhartha
staring at the river
River stares at the ceiling
sky high
escaping from the present picture
a starry night
in Hollywood
though like the past picture
from Holland
from Germany
Herman Hesse
was a good friend of
Thomas Mann, who wrote
Death in Venice
though his son Klaus, who wrote
Mephisto, also wrote his
Death in Cannes
River, though Californian like Klaus, wrote his
Death in Los Angeles
some would say rendered vulnerable
owing to elder views of the dishonourable
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those we have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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