The Scientology CreedTHE CREED OF THE CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGYThe Scientology Creed10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We of the Church believe:
That all men of whatever race, color or creed were created with equal rights;
That all men have inalienable rights to their own religious practices and their performance;
That all men have inalienable rights to their own lives;
That all men have inalienable rights to their sanity;
That all men have inalienable rights to their own defense;
That all men have inalienable rights to conceive, choose, assist or support their own organizations, churches and governments;
That all men have inalienable rights to think freely, to talk freely, to write freely their own opinions and to counter or utter or write upon the opinions of others;
That all men have inalienable rights to the creation of their own kind;
That the souls of men have the rights of men;
That the study of the mind and the healing of mentally caused ills should not be alienated from religion or condoned in nonreligious fields;
And that no agency less than God has the
AnonymousAnonymous7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
You don't know me but you know us
And we are holding a party at all the Churches of Scientology
Our little party is held world wide and at any local Church of Scientology
The party begins the 12th of July of 2008
Be sure to get there at 11:00AM and our party ends around 4.
Don't forget your party gear; a mask, picket sign, preferably a suit but what ever suits you, and a megaphone or boom box.
This party is a peaceful gathering,
So no violence or rioting,
But feel free to shout and protest.
If this date does not suit you we are hosting the "Over 9000" march in Washington DC on the 19th of July 2008.
Thankyou for your time.
We are Anonymous
We are Legion
We never forgive
We never forget
COLUMN - ScientologyCOLUMN - Scientology9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
By now youve probably heard of this relatively newand quickly spreadingbelief system known as Scientology. Tom Cruise is probably to blame for your knowledge of this religion.
Other celebrities joining the Scientology madness include Kirstie Alley, Beck, Nicole Kidman, Priscilla & Lisa Marie Presley, Isaac Hayes, Catherine Bell, Jason Lee, and John Travolta, among others (scientology-kills.org).
It is my professional opinion that Scientology is nothing but a sleazy cult.
Scientology was created in the 1950s by a science-fiction writer named L. Ron Hubbard. He utilized a combination of hypnotization and greed to create his religion. In Hubbards own words:
"Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wants to make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own religion."
Readers Digest reprint, May 1980
Little less than a decade later, he created Scientology.
In this religion, one tries to re
L Ron Hubbard is a MoronI took the Scientology Personality Test when I was in Edinburgh. There was a stuffy-shirt-type sitting at the table watching me as I filled in the little circles that would define me as a person.L Ron Hubbard is a Moron11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Question #8: Does emotional music have quite an effect on you? (This is interesting because it's a line in a Faith No More song. Something off of Angel Dust, the name escapes me right now)
Question #113: Do you enjoy activites of your own choosing? (After I read this question, I pulled out my notebook and copied it down, giggling all the while. My giggling and copying cause much consternation for the shirt-type that was monitoring, and my giggling only intesified when I answered the question with 'No'.)
There were 240 questions in all. Some were so pointed toward a certain psychological state that it was laughable ("When you view inkblots, do you often see things that are morbid or disturbing?")
The Death of Sebastian DeJorgeThe Death of Sebastian DeJorge12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Horrid after death shudders run through your body.
The blood drenched walls scream in agonizing pain
as they give off your resilient heat.
I hold your limp lifeless body close to mine.
The thought you loved me never crossed my mind.
"I love you. I always have please
Those words haunt my dreams.
The thought we shared the same bed.
The sensation of your now long gone embrace.
As I sit here in a pool of blood, I weep.
Not tears of sorrow, but drops of liquid emotions
swirling down my face.
They well up like my love for you and tear sickly
twisted paths, screeching their sorrow filled song;
Wiped away with clenched fists.
I bludgeon your chest with heated anger and kiss
the soft bruises.
Slivers of words escape between breaths.
I loved you. I can't be more true.
I see the gun lie on the floor.
Blood oozes from its muzzle like a beast who has
captured its prey.
The self inflicted shots and screams of family still
echo in my head.
Over and over like de
Angel Of DeathAngel Of Death10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crucified, choking in the blood that once gave me life.
Stripped of my soul, I bleed, but still feel nothing.
My bloodshot eyes no longer see the dismal world around me.
Bones broken, breaking though the skin,
The remnants of my dead, torn soul lingering in the bloodied shell that was once so full of life and happiness.
The young carefree happy days have long been brutally slain and forgotten.
I wake up to see an Earthly hell.
Dead and broken is the soul that once burned so fiercely.
My body is cold,
My blood no longer flows warm.
Ripping the cold human flesh that once held me,
The bright lights that used to be my future have now burned out.
Death will carry me to somewhere I do not know,
But any place is better than here.
Before I lose my last grip on life, my memories fill me, breaking what little I have left of my heart, soul, mind, and body.
The tears of which my eyes leak fall into deep wounds and cause pain only my half-dead body can feel.
Death seems only too patient to come and
RantWhy must a poetRant10 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
In all of their works?
It is assumed that
Even if a poet is
His/her moldy sandwich,
Or a freckle on a
will appear from
in between the words.
But we all know what happens,
when you assume,
if I want to write
about how you can
never ever get the
last drop of
Arizona's Raspberry Iced Tea
out of a 460 ml can¦
is it required
that I have
to include how
the greedy want of a humans,
just so all the other
can bob their heads
"Totally Deep" and
WHAT IF I
DON'T WANT TO BE DEEP!!!!
Sure it's nice to be considered
But what if
I just happen to enjoy
my stupid moments?
But what if,
I enjoy being human
along w/ all
the other mortals?
What happens if I
Don't know all the
What if I enjoy
that express my joy
in my fuzzy blue
w/out any hidden meanings?
Ana's Job ApplicationDear Madam,Ana's Job Application9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
When I heard you were looking for a diet coach, a way to slim down, I knew this was a job for me. I'm definitely well-qualified for it.
My name is Anorexia Nervosa, but my friends call me Ana. I don't like to brag, but I'm quite famous actually. I'm on the news a lot, and I even have a fan club. You can find them on pro-Ana websites everywhere. They even call me a way of life. They can't live without me, they say. Honestly, I'm flattered.
If you're feeling worthless and overweight, you have a right to-- you are. But I wouldn't worry if I were you. I've worked with lots of people like you before, and I've made them what you want to be. Just look at my websites-- my friends will show you some pictures. Use these as a jumping off point, 'thinspiration' if you will.
This may sound like I'm bragging again, but I am an excellent diet coach. I never leave you, I'm with you 24/7, I teach you and you learn. All my students have learned
The Gospel According to Bob First there was nothing.The Gospel According to Bob9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then, there was zero.
In the beginning, they taught us to count,
and showed us all manner of wonderous things.
They called this 'knowledge,' and they saw
that it was good.
Then, there came the uprising.
The children of the world rejected 'knowledge,'
elbows + kneeselbows + knees7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is an epiphany,
my epiphany of
of a faster face
of dirty glass glances
& scattered debris.
for my kind
to be the kind
the languished kind
burnt & surrendered
the kind it takes to crush
sand to glass,
oh the heat
& the cold--
the dead sufficed
the kind that burns on contact
and blows crisply away.
i want to know more than this.
of scrapes i've got
from cat clawing
from picking locks
elbows & knees,
elbows & knees,
worn thin from
(oh god, the heat).
of marks i've got
flashlight incandescent of a shutterclick flame
all the stares
all the stairs
that i never get to use.
this is the kind
Lotus -- ApologueLotus -- Apologue8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
蓮 -- LOTUS
once upon a time, there lived a pair of lovelaced sisters bound by string and tied by laughter to a travelling circus that roamed the wonderwise world.
A MARVEL, came the crier. AN ANOMOLY IN ITSELF.
the stage was always the set and the mood was always dark. they wore a new story every night because it was the nothing they always knew.
FOURTEEN YEARS AGO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR RINGLEADER RECEIVED A STRANGE LETTER, the crier always brayed, hoarse like radishes grated in the sand.
IT WAS FROM THE QUEEN OF KIRIBATI, A PROUD ISLAND NATION. SHE HAD BEEN BLESSED AND CURSED WITH TWO PRINCE-PRINCESSES-- A COMMON AFFLICTION IN THEIR COUNTRY, BUT ALAS, THESE DARLING TWINS COULD NOT LEGALLY MARRY, AND SO THE ROYAL LINE WOULD BE BROKEN. WITH TEARS IN HER EYES, THE QUEEN REQUESTED THAT OUR KIND RINGLEADER CARE FOR THE GIRLS UNTIL THE MATTER OF ASCENDANCY WAS RESOLVED.
QUITE CONTRARY TO THEIR ROYAL BLOOD, THESE TWIN PRINCESSES ARE OF PLAYFUL DEMEANORS, FULL OF LIVELINESS AND CH
To be BritishWhat makes a person British?To be British10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it flying the union flag up in the air?
Is it our fashion sense abroad, that says I don't care
Is it our obsession with the weather every day?
T-shirts in January and snow fall in May!
The never ending story of the hose-pipe ban
Seems to have been around since the dawn of man
Is it our freedom of speech, our sense of fair play?
Is it playing the bad guy in some film seen every day?
Is it our accents, from posh to horrid and everywhere between?
Is it the longing of keeping things as they've always been?
Is it the desire to weigh everything still in pounds?
Even if the metric system is so much more sound!
Is it driving on the left and not on the right?
Giving all foreign tourists a hell of a fright!
Is it our love-hate relationship with France?
That we want to be like them and yet skewer them all with a lance!
Is it our green and pleasant land?
Is it because it is the bastion of where good manners still stand?
No, the thing that makes us British
Is a nice
Walk in the Cold Brisk RainI decided to take a walk in the rain.Walk in the Cold Brisk Rain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my umbrella probably
It's gonna be cold out,
but I don't care.
I want to take a walk in the rain,
so I can feel the water dripping down my
It's thundering and lightening out,
that'll make it less
I'm only doing all of this just to take my mind off
PUREWATER -- apologuePUREWATER -- apologue8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a time there was a house with thirty-four bottles of bleach lined up underneath the bathroom sink.
tiles white and walls washed over, the windows were blanked with newspaper rubbish-- a white jugged mosaic crossed with blue plastic labels dominating the walls of the tiny living room that a reclused boy and his cadaver of a sister called home.
he stocked them stoic, set them in line-- the forty-seven bottles under the kitchen sink proving three short for the week.
"one more hour today," he'd always say. "and then you'll be better tomorrow."
laid up and tied down by her very longlived specimenship, she counted. the bottles and the hours, the cramps and cringes, every day accounting different numbers to the attributes of her illness. she kept track, indelible by way of needle points and chemical burns, so that every single day, she could tell him.
it was the closest thing to truth she could still feel.
"thank you," she would always say, between her shivers.
Believers: Laugh With UsYou are SMARTER than these stories,Believers: Laugh With Us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MORE MORAL than this god.
You're A living part of a universe
More beautiful and amazing
than any heaven could
ever hope to achieve.
Laugh with us!
At these Bible stories,
these usurpers of reality's origins,
these obviously silly
and detrimental beliefs,
and stop allowing other men
to convince you to be
emotionally attached to
Scientology As It IsSCIENTOLOGY:Scientology As It Is10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Scientology religion encompasses all life and provides practical solutions to every facet of existence. Its end goal is total spiritual freedom.
More than a system of belief, Scientology is an applied religion that plays a vital role in both the lives of its congregation and the community at large. It brings spiritual enlightenment to man by way of religious practices that advance him to higher states of spiritual ability and understanding, while providing practical solutions to every facet of day-to-day living.
Scientology is a religion in the deepest and most traditional sense, for it is concerned with no less than the full rehabilitation of man's innate spiritual self — his capabilities, his awareness and his certainty of his own immortality — and his relationship to the divine. Scientology holds in common with many of the world's oldest religions the belief that man was put here to work out his own salvation and that only by doing this can he fully understand his r
DriftDrift10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch as you drift away
I love you
You are the only one
I will ever desire
Don't want me
It makes me hurt
But I smile
I smile my heart out
and the world
I'd rather cry
I'd rather weep
bitter tears and you
wouldn't care anyway
You are my heart
Why don't you ever
Why do you see me
as some one unworthy
of your love?
When all I have wanted
for all these years
was to please you
To make you proud
To be worthy…
Yet I am not
I crave you
I want you
I need you so
and you turn me away
You are my love
And I would give you
If I only could…
And so I drift
and I smile
and the world sees me
as a person so happy
Are killing me slowly
And I yearn for you
and your love
But all I get
is another regret
Even when you are gone
I keep coming up with love
It's so slashed
Why? Why? Why?
Can I go on with my life
even without you here
You're Selling Broken Souls?You sell already broken soulsYou're Selling Broken Souls?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blaming your customers for soul corruption
You're trying to sell us Free Will
Which we already own in abundance
Next, you tell us you know the cure
for the sad souls you barter
"Give us back that free will
or we'll just make your lives harder!"
You sell pre-corrupted souls
to hook us on the dream
You slander me, "Fool!"
for calling out your scheme
To vote against gays and women?
Then I will truly be free?
Turn around and call ME intolerant
When it's YOUR OWN bigotry being screamed
You sell me a damaged soul
that I neither want, nor need
You expect ME to fix YOUR product
Before YOUR god can feed!
Repeating meaningless praises
just to ignore his greed
Who cares about evidence?
Or Life itself?
When your place in heaven is "guaranteed"
You sell me a soul jam-packed with your filth
- a soul you have yet to show me
You claim the crime of an ancestor is my guilt
Hah! Well, you can go ahead and blow me!
If you can sway me without ins
LullabySing to me a lullabyLullaby11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That is so pure it makes me cry
And every time the morning breaks
It makes me hope I'll never wake
I'll sing to you another song
A hymn that tells of something wrong
If angels gave their life for me
I'll tell you that they died in vain
I'm serious and deadly so
I don't want all your words of hope
Hope's made one more fool of me
And made my life a mockery
So take me to another place
A land far from this human's race
Where nothing really matters more
Than getting your foot in the door
A land where cash and SUV
Are sins to have where all can see
And my meek and lonely face
Can be the king of my own space
And my cool and darling love
Will not sit perched as mourning dove
But in a field of daisies lay
Just like children perched to play
I look at hope away from here
Close to mistrust, closer to fear
But here I stand, a dreamer still
Even though my dreams have made me ill
My mistakes are made, they're set in stone
And my chosen path is walked alone
I'll stop my sight and
word motesWhhfff!word motes7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I blow off the dust
and tap-ap away
at a soft hardback cover (blue green)
and I knock when I walk
at a black and white road
from the side of which red wires fly
I swallow the notes
ooh, so sweet, so bitter
ice cream gold (sometimes)
Ah, for a you to write for.