"org" poems
Inilah Proses Kematian dan Hancurnya Tubuh Kita!
Sesaat sebelum mati, Anda akan merasakan jantung berhenti berdetak, nafas tertahan dan badan bergetar. Anda merasa dingin ditelinga. Darah berubah menjadi asam dan tenggorokan berkontraksi.
0 Menit
Kematian secara medis terjadi ketika otak kehabisan supply oksigen.
1 Menit
Darah berubah warna dan otot kehilangan kontraksi, isi kantung kemih keluar tanpa izin.
3 Menit
Sel-sel otak tewas secara masal. Saat ini otak benar-benar berhenti berpikir.
4 – 5 Menit
Pupil mata membesar dan berselaput. Bola mata mengkerut karena kehilangan tekanan darah.
7 – 9 Menit
Penghubung ke otak mulai mati.
1 – 4 Jam
Rigor Mortis (fase dimana keseluruhan otot di tubuh menjadi kaku) membuat otot kaku dan rambut berdiri, kesannya rambut tetap tumbuh setelah mati.
4 – 6 Jam
Rigor Mortis Terus beraksi. Darah yang berkumpul lalu mati dan warna kulit menghitam.
6 Jam
Otot masih berkontraksi. Proses penghancuran, seperti efek alkohol masih berjalan.
8 Jam
Suhu tubuh langsung menurun drastis.
24 – 72 Jam
Isi perut membusuk oleh mikroba dan pankreas mulai mencerna dirinya sendiri.
36 – 48 Jam
Rigor Mortis berhenti, tubuh anda selentur penari balerina.
3 – 5 Hari
Pembusukan mengakibatkan luka skala besar, darah menetes keluar dari mulut dan hidung.
8 – 10 Hari
Warna tubuh berubah dari hijau ke merah sejalan dengan membusuknya darah.
Beberapa Minggu
Rambut, kuku dan gigi dengan mudahnya terlepas.
Satu Bulan
Kulit Anda mulai mencair.
Satu Tahun
Tidak ada lagi yang tersisa dari tubuh Anda. Anda yang sewaktu hidupnya cantik, gagah, ganteng, kaya dan berkuasa, sekarang hanyalah tumpukan tulang-belulang yang menyedihkan. Jadi, apa lagi yg mau disombongkan org sebenarnya????
BAGUS UNTUK DIRENUNGKAN.....
Kita tak membawa apapun juga saat kita meninggalkan dunia yg fana ini..
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
Serasa haru , campur bahagia , sedih , kesal senang juga . bercampur menjadi satu ketika aku mendengar bahwa sahabat tercintaku akan menikah dengan kekasih pujaannya . Haru kenapa? Terharu saja , disisi lain aku kagum akan usahanya memperjuangkan cintanya trhdp org yg dia cinta sejak bbrpa tahun lalu. padahal , jika boleh menengok kebelakang , kisah cinta mereka terbilang sangat rempong . Yaaa... beberapa kali sebut saja novi kerap menghubungiku utk meminta petuah2 apa saja yang bisa membuat dia gak cemburu buta lagi hanya karena si cwoknya ketemu mantan via jalur reuni .
Dan kesalnya adalah , mereka menikah dengan jalan pacaran . Padahal , Dalam islam tdk menganjurkan pacaran ,meskipun kegiatan itu sudah menjadi budaya seluruh dunia . Tidak melihat dari sisi buruk . aku hanya bisa mendoakan saja , agar ALLAH memudahkan segala hajat . menjadikan kalian sepasang suami istri yg saling mencinta di dunia sampai meggapai jannahNYA . Semoga Bahagia selalu sahabatku NOVI APRIANI ,
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
The "Church" of Scientology
Puzzle within enigma
People finding out the TRUTH
Now there is a stigma
There are many mysteries
Riddles within obfuscation
Their own ARC Triangle
Stops communication!
Are you following my track?
Or are you bemused?
Is their "nomenclature"
Making you confused?
Hope you brought your copy
Of DIANETICS here
You TOO can be OT
(or at least a Clear)
I won't try explaining it
Too complex, I fear
I'll talk about their OT III
Watch out, we're shifting gears...
When I was in the Sea Org
They spoke of this OT III
Did not discuss what it was
It was a mystery
It was said if it's revealed
You'd lose your sanity
But now I know! It's been disclosed
It's ALIEN HISTORY!
Here are all the thetans
Happy playing games
Enter alien Lord Xenu
He's bad! He's MEAN! He's LAME!
He gathered all these thetans
And brought them here to EARTH
On a DC3... They were
bound for all they're WORTH!
He stuffed them in VOLCANOES
Their lives to interrupt
When the cauldrons were filled
The stacks would then ERUPT!
This causes spirit problems
Well. I mean, hey, DUH!
I guess its caused some problems!
I guess it *would! HEY! HUH!
Folks, if you can **laugh at this
Just kick back your head!
This is God's honest TRUTH!
Every word I've SAID!**
THIS IS WHAT THEY FEAR!
THAT FOLKS WILL UP AND TALK.
I HOPE EVENTUALLY
EVERYONE WILL WALK
To leave Miscavige ALONE...
TO BE THE LAUGHINGSTOCK!!!*
Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2017
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
us
as humans
are three parts
struggle
one part
curiousity
asking our god
Google
how to solve
our problems
using .org
as a relevant source
for reasonable destruction
"whats the most painless way
to **** myself?"
"how can i tell if my boyfriend is cheating on me?"
we are unsure
if blood or electricity
runs through our veins
and we are almost certain
that some form of cruelty
lives in all of our hearts
living with brains running on
wifi signals
and vocal cords
fueled by poison
we suffer
and we make others
suffer
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
I'm feeling a little bit prickly
Like the ******* son of a porcupine
created on a misspent night with an over amorous cactus.
I'm trying to shake it off,
staring at blank paper
while it flips me the bird
as I **** into the wind,
feeling like the next government health warning
model looks on a ***** billboard
my edges tattered
Friends'll get you nowhere but down
thats life in a nutshell
pettiness and spite reign all
in "hallowed halls"
however nicely put.
Calls unanswered, messages lost
delivery reports mock my waiting
and bristle my backbone
with their happy chimes.
I want to slap myself so hard that my skin rings
but to what purpose.
Stupid is as stupid does,
the new mantra
stick it on a t shirt for the "tourists"
with the obligatory hashtag
for the smiley faced patronisers
.com .org .bored
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
Try JW dot Org
Have you wondered about the meaning of life?
Is God to blame for our trouble and strife?
Do you have unanswered questions that make you sigh?
Do you ever wonder what happens when you die?
Yes - Life may trouble you
Bad news may trouble you
Questions trouble you as well they might.
If life troubles you - questions trouble you, try JW.org website.
Have you wondered; "Does God really care?"
“Does He listen when we pray - is He there?”
“Will war and suffering ever cease?”
“How can we find inner happiness and peace?”
Yes - Life may trouble you
Crime may trouble you
Questions trouble you as well they might.
If life troubles you - questions trouble you, try JW.org website.
The reasoning is clear - the answers are viable
They always adhere to God's word in the Bible
Yes - Life may trouble you
Doubt may trouble you
Questions trouble you as well they might.
If life troubles you - questions trouble you, try JW.org website.
Life may trouble you
Doubt may trouble you
So try JW.org website.
Try J W dot Org Website Try J W dot Org
Try J W dot Org Website Try J W dot Org
- Brendan Vincent Owens
Have you wondered about the meaning of life?
Is God to blame for our trouble and strife?
Do you have unanswered questions that make you sigh?
Do you ever wonder what happens when you die?
Yes - Life may trouble you
Bad news may trouble you
Questions trouble you as well they might.
If life troubles you - questions trouble you, try JW.org website.
Have you wondered; "Does God really care?"
“Does He listen when we pray - is He there?”
“Will war and suffering ever cease?”
“How can we find inner happiness and peace?”
Yes - Life may trouble you
Crime may trouble you
Questions trouble you as well they might.
If life troubles you - questions trouble you, try JW.org website.
The reasoning is clear - the answers are viable
They always adhere to God's word in the Bible
Yes - Life may trouble you
Doubt may trouble you
Questions trouble you as well they might.
If life troubles you - questions trouble you, try JW.org website.
Life may trouble you
Doubt may trouble you
So try JW.org website.
Try J W dot Org Website Try J W dot Org
Try J W dot Org Website Try J W dot Org
- Brendan Vincent Owens
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 9:30 PM UTC
Breanna Winn is fictional--
a composite character. She
follows the decaying poems of
unnoticed flies and rough
cut diamonds ****
in the rubber grooves of
adolescent sneakers.
Ignoring
and ignored all at once
scraping and grinding
each step of pressurized,
carbon against concrete
we walk down neighborhood
sidewalk with fossilized
fly pebbles
stuck in heel.
Anthropomorphous dogs
walking people in woods,
forest, and dense city
jungles filled with Lord
of forgotten
flies swarming the air
and paving the ground.
Breanna silently,
carefully, narrates the life
of a drifting, morphing
black clad super-org
tribe.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection
**PAPERS! PAPERS EVERYWHERE...
AND NOT A* THING TO READ!**
The thing I remember most about being in the Sea Organization at the Hollywood Org were all the PAPERS! Directives as I was to find. That's what they called memos. We were in a branch of L Ron Hubbard's private little army don'tcha know. Everything, therefore, had a military bent. More specifically we were in the navy. There were personnel who were labeled "bosons". And there were people with the rank of "Supercargo". And Commanding Officers. Actually, LRH would have liked us to be thought of as MARINES. Navy Seals!
He was really THAT egotistical. HIS title was COMMODORE. Yep. His overweening pride took him THAT FAR.
ANYWAY. So there was a storm of paper. Directives EVERYWHERE! Piled on desks. In inbaskets. In boxes. On filing cabinets, which were woefully insufficient for the veritable blizzard of PAPERS! I was forced to read these. DULL AS DITCHWATER. But I was given my own little pile, and a dictionary. Any words I didn't understand could be found in there. I was to look them up. And an extensive memo about the meaning of the Scientogeese which I was to learn. There was an entire LEXICON of THAT, let me tell you! More on that later on. AND we we didn't have TIME to read anything ELSE! Our day was filled with CHORES.... or reading of said PAPERS.
Then I began to notice the other "personnel" around me. NONE of whom appeared to be HAPPY. They were a grayish sort. Looked like the sun very seldom glanced their skin. Glum, yet (for all appearances), VERY dedicated. Then there were folk who seemed to be separate from the other workers. They wore filthy dark blue or black clothing, appeared to run everywhere, and address everyone as "Sir". They were called the RPF. Rehabilitation Project Force. Remember that unit and its abbreviation. For they are to loom large later in my narrative.
But there WAS one person who brought sunshine into my otherwise dreary world...
MARILYN.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
virtual ink etched on vitual paper.. synapse rebounds taken down, on tablet... applet releasing the
imagin- ed pressure in my incohezant brain. little bytes of... making it right sent into.. the webby ether clouds....... zip drive compressed, pixelated, ram driven,memory boosted, data mined, spam shot,
drive by.... now encrypted ... password denied... .....virtual ink lost to the .....link ... .......... 404 error ...... page not found... virtual paper, now, lost forever.
destined to be in
www. miscellaneous file/ never to see the light of day. not org. nowheres
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Nak
Ibumu lahir saat gawat ekonomi seluruh semesta
Saat gawat sebumi memikirkan nilai
Saat dunia ditimpa wabah tak ternampak
Tapi dunia masih cantik
Nak
Ibumu saksi dunia sedang gusar
Saksi pemimpinan goyah
Rebutkan yg tak pasti
Matanya buta
Telinga nya tuli
Tak terdengar rintihan kasta bawahan
Tak terpeduli dan lari meninggalkan hakiki
Ibumu tegak ditengah
Saat mereka berkelahi
Bercemuhan
Hai, ibu saksi saat mereka tak waras
Nak,
Ibumu saksi peninggalan ramai org
Mata kepala ibu melihat org rebah tak bermaya
Ibumu saksi bapak menangisi anak
Bayi lahir tak bersusu ibu
Adik pergi tak berpeluk abang
Dan
Ibumu saksi org tak bisa menjamah nasi
Bukan kerna tak upaya
Tapi kerna rakus ahli prejudis
Dan anjing ditaktor
.
.
Nak
Ibumu saksi saat propaganda dilaungkan
"Demokrasi ini adalah kita semua
Suara kamu kami dengar"
.
.
Anakku
Dengarlah
Ibumu saksi saat dunia tak adil tapi dihias indah
Ibumu saksi saat negeri kita kacau tapi dirai aman
Ibumu saksi nak...
Ibumu saksi perit itu tak cuma kehilangan
Tapi rindu yg bakal tak terubatkan
Salam yg takkan tersampaikan
Dan sebelum kau hingga ke saat itu
Harus lah kau tau
Setiap sisi kita tertanam secebis sedikit hati
Maka harus kau cari yg baik baik sentiasa
.
Kerna mmg sifat dunia begitu
Rebut yg tak pasti
Bertelinga dan tuli
Bergeliga tapi rakus
Dan punyai mata tapi buta
Dan harus kau ingat yg merbahaya sekali
Punyai iman tapi tak berTuhan
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
apa khabar?
.
.
walau ku tau takkan berjawab tapi aman saja rasanya bila ku bertanya
.
kita menang, dan...
tulisan kita sudah dibaca ramai org
puisi kita di tempat pertama!
nukilan kita dibaca orang orang patah hati
.
.
.
cukup banggakah kau dengan ku?
tapi cukupkah aku untuk kamu?
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 1:51 AM UTC
It's a depressing night. I'm alone.
Remember my first entry, that I couldn't express myself? It translated through my writings.
It's hard, really. It's my first ever contest and I don't want to waste the opportunity given. But you see, it's hard to imagine yourself fighting a war you know you will loose.
Some may say, at least you fought trying. Well EFF that. It matters most and it's sentimental if you fought for something you truly love, but in my case it isn't. I love my org but never this genre.
Maybe I could, but time wouldn't permit.
I could try another genre where I could say I could fight my best and I could do my all to really best all the contestants. At least by this genre I could feature my very best. Winning or loosing, it will really matter because it's what I like.
There's a big difference.
And I thought a leader could talk me out through this depressing state, with all the expertise and experience.
But I think not.
He is with me on the notion of quitting. I guess it truly is the right decision. Who knows?
Give me a moment of silence and I couldn't defend myself. Give me encouragement and conversation; and maybe, just maybe, I could try and weigh things out and be the selfless and just contestant everyone is thinking of.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
I Was Thinking About… *******
I was thinking well,
That ****** is just ******
That and only that.
So what
Is all the fuss about?
It’s over when it’s over.
Then it’s over.
What is wrong with us?
Making all that fuss?
At eighty-three,
Experiential, observationally
I know.
I knew that many years ago.
And so, I thought I’d share this piece of wisdom: wisdom’s peace.
I don’t imagine any creatures
In the world of nature
Go around with fantasies.
They’re made to do it upside down and right side up
Sideways, frontways; ways that burp and slurp and cup;
After courting, both exhausted,
Nothing forced, small joust completed,
There’s an end.
Splendid seconds or whatever,
He goes his way, never thinking back with fever.
Neutral fact, passing act,
Overrated,
We fixated.
Org-astic yes, fantastic –
But at best, an instant.
I Was Thinking About ****** 12.6.2017 Circling Round Eros II; Arlene Corwin
* ****** |ˈôrˌgazəm|
noun
a ****** of ****** excitement, characterized by feelings of pleasure centered in the genitals and (in men) experienced as an accompaniment to ***********
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC