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"oscars" poems
I am not this person... Correction: I was not that person. Every pacifying sentence, every empty promise, every apology, every manipulation, they made me her. And I don't blame you as much as I blame your words. I admit I play the martyr and we all know you play the victim. We deserve Oscars. We play them so well. You have to admit you want no part of this. It has been obvious for more than five years. Now I have to listen as your daughter cries for you... saying you are gone... saying she needs you... saying I broke your heart... and I must comfort her... saying you love her. Tell me why that feels like a lie?
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Martyr (Victim) Complex
My heart goes numb And my stomach turns sour When it becomes apparent That best male actor Has been won by a man With an alliterative name And I still have The same number of Oscars As Leonardo DiCaprio
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Leo
Hollywood is dead and gone It died a lonely death It's just too bad no one was there When it took it's final breath Forget the tales of yesteryear Of junkies and of ****** The Hollywood I speak of Is behind the golden doors Warner Brothers and MGM United Artists and 20th Century Fox Are now owned by conglomertates With more cash than Fort Knox Film is just an extra In a business it once ruled With the advent of computers The industry's re-tooled CGI and Green Screen Let them do more at great cost But, without the use of actors There is something that is lost The tie in with it's history We only see each year When they memorialize those who passed At the Oscars....shedding tears There is now just two places To process film itself When, way back in it's heyday Of these there was a wealth No new ideas forthcoming Movies get rebooted or remade And the startlets in the pictures They're the one's who're getting laid Merchanidising movies That is where the real cash lies If you're not attached to a food chain Your bottom line will die Hollywood died in it's sleep It died with dignity The funeral will be shown though On reality TV It smothered in it's excess A victim of it's greed It gorged on people's wallets Forgetting peoples needs Old Hollywood is magic It lives on in peoples hearts Too bad the studio system Was sold off in such small parts The western died, musicals next Then came the comedy You can't see them in the theatre But they're on your big tv I stand here and salute her She put pictures in our heads But, now thanks to her avarice Old Hollywood is dead...
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May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC
Old Hollywood
Hollywood is dead and gone It died a lonely death It's just too bad no one was there When it took it's final breath Forget the tales of yesteryear Of junkies and of ****** The Hollywood I speak of Is behind the golden doors Warner Brothers and MGM United Artists and 20th Century Fox Are now owned by conglomertates With more cash than Fort Knox Film is just an extra In a business it once ruled With the advent of computers The industry's re-tooled CGI and Green Screen Let them do more at great cost But, without the use of actors There is something that is lost The tie in with it's history We only see each year When they memorialize those who passed At the Oscars....shedding tears There is now just two places To process film itself When, way back in it's heyday Of these there was a wealth No new ideas forthcoming Movies get rebooted or remade And the startlets in the pictures They're the one's who're getting laid Merchanidising movies That is where the real cash lies If you're not attached to a food chain Your bottom line will die Hollywood died in it's sleep It died with dignity The funeral will be shown though On reality TV It smothered in it's excess A victim of it's greed It gorged on people's wallets Forgetting peoples needs Old Hollywood is magic It lives on in peoples hearts Too bad the studio system Was sold off in such small parts The western died, musicals next Then came the comedy You can't see them in the theatre But they're on your big tv I stand here and salute her She put pictures in our heads But, now thanks to her avarice Old Hollywood is dead...
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oh... so now i know where my "st. vitus'" take on sporadic, uncontrollable dance routines took place: drunk, i attempted to whistle...    each and every time i attempted to whistle...    i burst into a fire and fury of laughter, as if i waa hearing political satire! every single time i'd try to whistle: giggles...      a bit like watching the laws surrounding marihuana, on a friday evening lodged in amsterdam...       asking myself: am i here for the ****          or the puerto rican plumps of pork chops still breathing with a 17th century fetish                   for excesses? perhaps neither...    perhaps both...    i'll have heiny ec-ken                  (bite of a buttocks) nekken -                 (bite of the neck): huh!?   i really expected    matthew mcconaughey to be much taller, in real life, let alone the oscars' ceremony. i.e. is that a ******        or a ******* leprechaun? no good trying to whistle, when all you can do in "return" is to giggle at the attempt, to.
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
oh, so that's why
Through the nature that i've travelled There's so much to unravel And the sea's that i've swum Whether fishes are dumb And the skies that are blue Do they wear lace shoes? Those dinosaurs which were ugly Did they shave their legs regularly? Do flying fishes even fly Or its just a rumor spread by cats So that it can eat every time a human has its catch Did apes develop into humans Or totally vice-versa Before we know it we'll go extinct And apes on trees will have sips of ***** Do kangaroos have pockets from birth Or did they buy from Denims Before i know it dogs will purr And rocks will have feelings Do owls sleep or act their way through the day It will not be Meryl Streep but them, catching the oscar and walking away! Do snakes hiss by nature or just be angry due to their body folds Before i know it others will wear Jimmychoo's and all they'll do is catch a cold! DO lions have smelling ability or they just put a tracking device Playing billiards in 'Catsino' and using cell phones made of mice?! Do eagles, the pilots of the sky have pretty air hostesses attend to Or locate and make a buffet out of the, that's exactly what i'm referring to! Its this jungle or paradise, or what a new age city? Casino's of lions, oscars for owls, that's my LIFE'S EXPECTANCY !
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
LIFE's Expectancy
You said my fears were irrational But how do you deem irrational That which a person whom Is deeply in love with you Deems rational, How do you deem My fear of losing you Irrational? Look at us now The mess we've become We've become such a wreck A train wreck, That even the finest form of grafitti Cannot modify How do you live with yourself Knowing that you're the one Who sinked our love boat Now we're just another superstructure Consumed whole, By the unfathomable depth Of the endless sea, From the brutal storms of life We didn't foresee We cried of pain from heart fracture Is it love that you lacked Or was your sense of reasoning somewhat hacked? How do you sleep, knowing that You're the one who ripped apart The delicate petals To this precious rose of ours Perhaps you won't make it To be in the running, In the Oscars For the best actor award But you do at least, deserve a few medals Like the paraplegic athlete Oscar For the best disloyalty I confessed my fears unto you And all you could do was laugh it off You brushed the subject off As if it were a speck of dust On your shoulders Rendering your pride, a form of rust How could you have traded Unconditional love For irrefutable lust You were once my pride and joy But now a stranger you've become Another somebody, I used to know Sad part is that your presence No longer brings any joy How could you say that My fears were irrational When you fell into the same trap I warned you of How could you say That my fears were irrational When you succumbed to the spell And didn't get choked by the smell Of our burning bridge How could you just stand there And watch, while everything We've ever worked for Is burning down to dust? Look at us now. A premeditated crime scene we are No evidence left to prove how close we once were Not even a chalk outline Look at us now.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
Irrational fears
You said my fears were irrational But how do you deem irrational That which a person whom Is deeply in love with you Deems rational, How do you deem My fear of losing you Irrational? Look at us now The mess we've become We've become such a wreck A train wreck, That even the finest form of grafitti Cannot modify How do you live with yourself Knowing that you're the one Who sinked our love boat Now we're just another superstructure Consumed whole, By the unfathomable depth Of the endless sea, From the brutal storms of life We didn't foresee We cried of pain from heart fracture Is it love that you lacked Or was your sense of reasoning somewhat hacked? How do you sleep, knowing that You're the one who ripped apart The delicate petals To this precious rose of ours Perhaps you won't make it To be in the running, In the Oscars For the best actor award But you do at least, deserve a few medals Like the paraplegic athlete Oscar For the best disloyalty I confessed my fears unto you And all you could do was laugh it off You brushed the subject off As if it were a speck of dust On your shoulders Rendering your pride, a form of rust How could you have traded Unconditional love For irrefutable lust You were once my pride and joy But now a stranger you've become Another somebody, I used to know Sad part is that your presence No longer brings any joy How could you say that My fears were irrational When you fell into the same trap I warned you of How could you say That my fears were irrational When you succumbed to the spell And didn't get choked by the smell Of our burning bridge How could you just stand there And watch, while everything We've ever worked for Is burning down to dust? Look at us now. A premeditated crime scene we are No evidence left to prove how close we once were Not even a chalk outline Look at us now.
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I watch the world from a mari-go-round twirling in circles twiddling my thumbs Falling from the piercing thunders in the sky full of lust and deception Silence was the enemy My ADHD can't deny the boredom of the same old routine hindering my existence Am I worthless? The shallow waters awaken my dream of rainforests and other pleasant things And reality is in the forecast with partly cloudy skies If only it were night forever than I could be most anything My imagination takes me further then any aircraft ever could So I dare the challenge of the never-ending; if forever could bare the soul I would be proof of history when I do conquer the world Defeat is not an option If superman existed, he would win and so can I and so can you I do know dreams come true There are Oscars and gold medals and soldiers overcoming death There are angels and saints saving us from ourselves There are wars and heroes and bad guys as well The devil does exist but God sees them as angels who fell I believe there is glory and freedom and peace It mustn't just be in my head full of dreams I will show you there is evidence if the good in the world When your vulnerable and naive there is more than meets the eye There are things out there you are meant to triumph if you put your best foot first And the circles in your creating will align and amount to you, in the perfect sense of harmony in a cold and grey and cynical universe There is yellow, there is blue there is gold but we are red But the colors you attract to are not affirmation You are priceless, immeasurable and incomparable even so A savage in the heat of battle, simmering to boil You're a warrior with the rest of them, with a stunning biography You are destined to create glory sublime in the phenomenon of impulse and heart Constructing immaculate stories to fill the pages of a book We are gifts from above, This can't all be in my head
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
We are, we are
I watch the world from a mari-go-round twirling in circles twiddling my thumbs Falling from the piercing thunders in the sky full of lust and deception Silence was the enemy My ADHD can't deny the boredom of the same old routine hindering my existence Am I worthless? The shallow waters awaken my dream of rainforests and other pleasant things And reality is in the forecast with partly cloudy skies If only it were night forever than I could be most anything My imagination takes me further then any aircraft ever could So I dare the challenge of the never-ending; if forever could bare the soul I would be proof of history when I do conquer the world Defeat is not an option If superman existed, he would win and so can I and so can you I do know dreams come true There are Oscars and gold medals and soldiers overcoming death There are angels and saints saving us from ourselves There are wars and heroes and bad guys as well The devil does exist but God sees them as angels who fell I believe there is glory and freedom and peace It mustn't just be in my head full of dreams I will show you there is evidence if the good in the world When your vulnerable and naive there is more than meets the eye There are things out there you are meant to triumph if you put your best foot first And the circles in your creating will align and amount to you, in the perfect sense of harmony in a cold and grey and cynical universe There is yellow, there is blue there is gold but we are red But the colors you attract to are not affirmation You are priceless, immeasurable and incomparable even so A savage in the heat of battle, simmering to boil You're a warrior with the rest of them, with a stunning biography You are destined to create glory sublime in the phenomenon of impulse and heart Constructing immaculate stories to fill the pages of a book We are gifts from above, This can't all be in my head
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Apply plastic to my face; I can't embrace the way I look, the way I waste. My God is dead, because I erased him. I am trapped in a daydream nation. Rip the cords out of celebri-babes I wanna be the end of a film I wanna fade... ...Fade in, My God is your God and I declare you're full of sin Hollywoodland is my mecca and it's all that I am Give me a star on the walk instead of the sky I don't wanna live, I just don't ever want to die Hollywood, Holly would give up her soul if Oscars and movies could make her whole.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Hollywoodland
If you’ve only ever smelled fir trees covered with freshly fallen snow- then you haven’t smelled it. It’s an acquired smell, for sure. It comes just in between the whiffs of mashed potatoes mashed carrots mashed peas mashed turkey hell, mashed ginger-ale for all I know. . . Somewhere amongst that microwaved menagerie, masked with the smell of eau de toilette, it lives, and smells sweeter the longer brown sugar bubbles on top of caramelizing yams. If you can’t smell it, maybe you can find it. Not many can, or do. It hides in plain sight, though. A lost and found box with accumulated cobwebs - everything still unclaimed. A flyer for free puppies that no one ever took because they were “too much responsibility.” Maybe there aren’t enough seekers in this game of empty rooms and blank guest books. But keep looking, until bingo prize hand-me-downs after school plays look like Oscars. You won’t see it until it makes you believe that plastic Mardis Gras beads are Tiffany-blue boxes. It’s not so much in the nose, or the eyes as it is in the endurance. Endure the voiceless Glenn Miller until his brass bellows become her voice - whispering “I love you” to the effortless rhythm of “Moonlight Serenade.” And imagine her, swapping her orthopedics for black heels, elegantly taking Pop’s hand as he helps her up from her wheelchair, to join him for just one more dance. Watch as they become the sepia-colored couple in every anniversary photo. That black dress. Those fake pearls. The crescendo of the band. It’s hard to miss when it’s screaming at you.
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Love sits in wheelchairs and sticks to dentures.
If you’ve only ever smelled fir trees covered with freshly fallen snow- then you haven’t smelled it. It’s an acquired smell, for sure. It comes just in between the whiffs of mashed potatoes mashed carrots mashed peas mashed turkey hell, mashed ginger-ale for all I know. . . Somewhere amongst that microwaved menagerie, masked with the smell of eau de toilette, it lives, and smells sweeter the longer brown sugar bubbles on top of caramelizing yams. If you can’t smell it, maybe you can find it. Not many can, or do. It hides in plain sight, though. A lost and found box with accumulated cobwebs - everything still unclaimed. A flyer for free puppies that no one ever took because they were “too much responsibility.” Maybe there aren’t enough seekers in this game of empty rooms and blank guest books. But keep looking, until bingo prize hand-me-downs after school plays look like Oscars. You won’t see it until it makes you believe that plastic Mardis Gras beads are Tiffany-blue boxes. It’s not so much in the nose, or the eyes as it is in the endurance. Endure the voiceless Glenn Miller until his brass bellows become her voice - whispering “I love you” to the effortless rhythm of “Moonlight Serenade.” And imagine her, swapping her orthopedics for black heels, elegantly taking Pop’s hand as he helps her up from her wheelchair, to join him for just one more dance. Watch as they become the sepia-colored couple in every anniversary photo. That black dress. Those fake pearls. The crescendo of the band. It’s hard to miss when it’s screaming at you.
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Hello Super Bowl Sunday, I don't really know you I know I should be attentive, but I haven't got a clue You are a holiday to many, a really big deal But to me you are a mystery, and an excuse for a meal A game to watch, I get it, and some really pricey ads I can watch what others scream about, and pick up on new fads I feel I am outside looking in, on others' joys and sorrow They will hype all day beforehand, recapping all tomorrow After all, its just a game, Not filled with reason and rhyme But I will get my revenge next month, when it's Oscars Time!!
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
Super Bowl Mystery
The bigger they are the harder they fall That's what they say and who could get bigger than movie pictures It all could be so nice The influence could've been grand Instead glorification of lust Disgusting portrayal of what is Real life stories told as it really happened This is glorified Hoarding, glorified Prostitution, glorified Drugs, glorified Mob gangsters, glorified Violence and gore, family favorites Give and give to those who don't care Clean up their mess So they can do it again and again Crying in self pity Golden globes & Oscars go to the most degrading Most disturbing images there are
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Hollywood
It was an all black car Where ever the action went it was driving into adventure being far It could be a mountain trail It might be across the globe with anything but fail But the Knight-Rider car with the nickname “KITT” However, the car being energized and totally computerized was it I had the opportunity while vacationing in Downtown Los Angeles to visit Universal Studios Hollywood This is the place where all the Oscars stood But let me fill you in a little secret There were several other Knight-Rider cars I will call them “Stand in Autos” When the original Knight-Rider car crashes beyond repair You can always depend on many many spare Yet the Knight-Rider car was always on the move There were thrills in action to prove But for the moment don’t move For example, a racing car in competition that thinks it is more Tech But wait, the Knight-Rider car having flips and tricks being the Knight-Rider car having effect Eye on technology in having its own elect I almost forgot, I met the man behind Kitt’s wheels, David Hasselhoff We actually spoke in person one on one David Hasselhoff has height standing among Knight-Rider car has driven into the night But there is a spotlight giving it light Yet the Knight-Riding car says goodnight.
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
WHAT DOES THE KNIGHT-RIDER CAR AND I HAVE IN COMMON?
Like the Oscars, We’re an annual affair. The build up is glamorous; the aftermath fleeting. You always win, My tattooed Meryl Streep.
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
Academy Awards
Found on Hollywood Boulevard, these shining stars of the silver screen, bigger and better than us normal types. Flint Magnum, Clint Hudson, and of course we'd be remiss to miss, the star, Luke "The Gent" Gable. A modern day Rat Pack were they, in films, on shows, even on the radio, they were all over the place, often together. Flint Magnum was the leading man of Deadly Picture, the horror classic, and countless other scream-scenes. Clint Hudson played the simple man the every-man in every rom-com your mind could ever fathom. But The Gent was the biggest of them, leading roles in dramas and thrillers, and comedies, and even chillers. Oscars and Tony's and even a few Annie's, won this shining star. Critics adored him, and the masses wanted to be him. It can be said with a grain of truth, that the pack was best when together. Whenever they met, magic was made. Their life's epic finally culminated, in a 4-hour glory, of action and drama, it won every award, with praise galore. Fiery Flint and Careful Clint wrote the yarn, and played their role fitting, while the Gent directed and led this star-studded affair. Citizen Kane could hardly compare, to the grandeur and scope of this tome, with it, their reputations forever sealed. Clint, Flint, and the Gent who favored a fine hat are the finest fellows of our and maybe any era of film or culture.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
The Shining Stars
She smiles wistfully and says "another cheap year” no more last minute store runs for golden Best Dad Oscars tiny books of native wisdom hastily painted   sailboat pictures boxes of gooey cordial cherries packed with a huge hand fashioned card made at zero hour proudly displayed at work for all to see the talent of his baby
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Gone
And the award for The best lie Goes to... You For making me believe That you were capable of Caring About me. Shall we hear your speech?
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
The Oscars
WARREN BEATTY AND FAY DUNAWAY GET THE WINNERS ENVELOPE THE WRONG PICTURE WAS AWARDED CAN THE OSCARS COPE LALA LAND WAS THE WINNER BUT IT WASN'T REALLY AT ALL THE ORGANISERS GOT IT WRONG THEY REALLY DROPPED THE BALL IN 89 YEARS OF ACADEMY AWARDS THIS IS THE GREATEST MISTAKE IT WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AND GIVE THE OSCARS A SHAKE
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
WRONG ENVELOPE
Seems she made her own order, Perfectly imported. Hers and hers alone. For this should be awarded at Oscars and written in the Guinness book v records. All heads down no competitors aboard
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Private Looks
When did life become the new Hollywood and us actors playing a part Who's directing what used to be a blockbuster Which is now quickly becoming a flop Who wrote this screenplay anyways Possibly Stephen King? Who taught us how and what to say All these lines of make believe Who holds up the Cue cards and hollers out action, quiet on the set we're about to begin Who chooses the leading ladies and picks out the leading men When was it most of us became stand ins filling up space and time Not even mentioned in the credits A bit part in this life By just surviving the daily we all should get Oscars No matter the part we play When did life become the new Hollywood That my friend is hard to say
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
The New Hollywood
The envelope please! No, not that one, you fool. Mistakes have been made by Price-Waterhouse tools. A Harvey –like gaff At the Oscars was made And the wrong cast and crew were called up to the stage. How mortifying It sure must have been To be standing up there And learn you didn’t win. Kimmel mocked Harvey For just such a switch Last night Jimmy learned That karma’s a witch
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 7:37 AM UTC
Moonlight and laughter
Box Office Breaker I’m sorry if you’ll be hurt with what’s up my sleeve But HBO lied, Universal deceived. From adults swearing to ****** useless quarrels Not every great movie comes with great morals Whether they’re vile or full of wonder All movie characters seem to end six feet under. Lives blown away like husks in the wind, People **** anyone of any variety Is this really the direction of our society? Death is the end, but it’s just the beginning ‘Cause movies approve other methods of sinning. Whiskey bottles are emptied, and smoking gives class Teens can kiss as they please, and it’s great to have sass How are we desensitized to people being killed? How much more death is needed until our satisfaction is filled? How can we live when our integrity’s sent to slaughter? How can we breathe if we’re drowning in sin’s waters? In a world where we need to love what’s right Our faith is assaulted, yet, do we put up a fight? We watch as the world venomously mocks our statutes. We may be called to stand, but not stand like statues. If you think this is just a battle that shouldn’t be fought Just look at all the chaos these dogmas have wrought I’m sure there wouldn’t have been any school shooting If the cameras at action films hadn’t been shooting Let’s try to clear the cinemas for the approaching era For how can a young child follow God if no one does on camera? We are losing this war, Satan marches with his crew How can our hearts and minds survive When the defenders are so few? We can rise up in arms if we rise up in words and actions Keep battling through the trenches of violent reactions With God in our hearts, and the Bible in our hands The Holy Spirit will energize us as we purify the lands Don’t do it for the fame, don’t try to take the honors Be humble in your victories, and God will give heaven’s Oscars. Be a Christian who shapes as he is shaped, be an earth shaker. Do it all in the name of Jesus, be a box office breaker.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Box Office Breaker
Box Office Breaker I’m sorry if you’ll be hurt with what’s up my sleeve But HBO lied, Universal deceived. From adults swearing to ****** useless quarrels Not every great movie comes with great morals Whether they’re vile or full of wonder All movie characters seem to end six feet under. Lives blown away like husks in the wind, People **** anyone of any variety Is this really the direction of our society? Death is the end, but it’s just the beginning ‘Cause movies approve other methods of sinning. Whiskey bottles are emptied, and smoking gives class Teens can kiss as they please, and it’s great to have sass How are we desensitized to people being killed? How much more death is needed until our satisfaction is filled? How can we live when our integrity’s sent to slaughter? How can we breathe if we’re drowning in sin’s waters? In a world where we need to love what’s right Our faith is assaulted, yet, do we put up a fight? We watch as the world venomously mocks our statutes. We may be called to stand, but not stand like statues. If you think this is just a battle that shouldn’t be fought Just look at all the chaos these dogmas have wrought I’m sure there wouldn’t have been any school shooting If the cameras at action films hadn’t been shooting Let’s try to clear the cinemas for the approaching era For how can a young child follow God if no one does on camera? We are losing this war, Satan marches with his crew How can our hearts and minds survive When the defenders are so few? We can rise up in arms if we rise up in words and actions Keep battling through the trenches of violent reactions With God in our hearts, and the Bible in our hands The Holy Spirit will energize us as we purify the lands Don’t do it for the fame, don’t try to take the honors Be humble in your victories, and God will give heaven’s Oscars. Be a Christian who shapes as he is shaped, be an earth shaker. Do it all in the name of Jesus, be a box office breaker.
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The oscars are a few hours away For some it'll be quite the day All dressed up in their favourite attire Ready to set the red carpet on fire It will be a starry affair Some will experiment with fashion and choose to dare Flashbulbs and interviews will be the order of the day While the sun shines the broadcasters will make hay The nominations are once again a white affair Makes everyone want to question and stare The nominees will all be here The crowd and the audience will cheer But in the end it is the winner who will give that speech and shed a tear When the winners' speeches get long The men with the violins start to play their song Later the victors will pose with their awards For the hard work they put in it will be for them deserving rewards Just wish for the awards to be filled with a little bit more diversity It would only strengthen everyone's belief in equality
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
The Oscars
So, you rather they lie to you than to be honest to you. You rather they be less direct instead of being real. For the ones that bold and upfront is the ones many ladies linked to disrespect. When they come real, you states they rude. When he upfront request to take you home. He's fine with you saying you won't. And get offended when he approaches another one. You, like many ladies point out the type they want. And more likely here you will find the best Oscars qualified actors. They will fit the role perfectly that you seek. And accomplish getting all of your treats and sweets. And then, when you wake up from this fantasy and he's not what you thought? Now he changed when in truth he did all the things you stated you seek. But now you wants the guy that honestly spokes the truth. Except he now doesn't want any part of you. Roles, we play in our pursuit.
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
Roles We Play
THE 89TH ACADEMY AWARDS THE OSCARS ARE HERE CELEBRATING OUR GREAT FILMS AND THE ACTORS SO DEAR AUSTRALIA THIS YEAR HAS AN INCREDIBLE OPPORTUNITY TOO SCORE SOME OSCARS WITHOUT ANY IMMUNITY THE IN MEMORIAM WILL BE A DEDICATION TO LEGENDS LOST 2016 WAS AN AGGRESSIVE YEAR AT THE OSCARS WE COUNT THE COST
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
89TH ACADEMY AWARDS