The whole world is a dream, and death the interpreter.
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The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.
quote by Charlotte Bronte
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
D eath Crawl
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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In this dream
In this dream i was pretty in this dream i had hair,
in this dream I was real In this dream i didnt care.
In a world unreal in this dream i was cruel,
In this world i was cool but i acted like a fool.
In this world i felt pretty when i looked in the mirror,
now im tryna get back to see myself even clearer.
In this world I was loved, In this dream i was respected,
In this world I had time to go back and correct it.
In this Dream In this Dream where there were no more lying,
In this dream no more trying I was through with crying
poem by alyaisa S.S.S
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Dream of a World
I dream of a world
Where the sky's always blue
Where there's sunlight and warmth
Where I'm always with you
I dream of a world
Where it's not quite the same
Where not everything's seen
Where I whisper your name
I dream of a world
Where I'm free to exist
Where I let my dreams fly
Where I'll never be missed
I dream of a world
I dream that it's true
I dream that I know
That you dream of it too.
©FGennari2008
poem by Jenny Diamond
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I dream my own dream
When I dream of love,
I dream about you..
When I dream about happiness,
I dream about my families..
When I dream of pain,
I dream about all the sadness inside me..
When I dream of horror,
I dream about the nightmare that would
wake me up in the middle of night..
When I dream about the death,
I dream myself crying in sleep..
When I dream a dream,
I dream all those thing
that are real and not real..
I dream about all the thing
that are in my mind,
I dream about all the thing
that I desire for..
I dream my own dream..
poem by Heather Moyer
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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4. World Dreams
World Dreams
I dream of a world
Without want or war
I dream of a people
Who need little more
I dream or a world
Where all killings are banished
With cures for diseases
Where illness has vanished
I dream of a world
Where equality rules
And none of its counties
Are governed by fools
I dream of a world
Where mankind can stand tall
With a mutual respect
And with freedom for all
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Awake, My Fair
Awake, my fair, my love, awake,
So that I may gaze upon you!
And if one is eager to kiss your lips,
In your dreams this do you see,
Lo, then I myself of your dream
The interpreter will be.
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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A good interpreter can take a piece of bad music and make it sound pretty decent, while a bad interpreter can take good music and make it sound cheap. I can tell that some people have a bad taste, and unlike on the piano, they smear around a lot, that is bad taste.
quote by Ruggiero Ricci
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Fascination
Death fascinates;
Life can be cruel.
Death is my morbid but most-loved obsession.
Life is hard-
I am out of control.
Death is my relationship to reality-
Life is not fair.
Death is an entity of beauty, though
Life is strange…
Death is veracity, although it can be
The facet of my delusions-
I live my life while
Thoughts of death are so often invasive.
Death is mysterious, and
Life is a river refracting light-
Death is dark but intriguing.
Life is amazing.
Death in turn- is amazing as it can be.
I live my life in a dream world.
Death is indeed mysterious, although-
Life
Is
Stranger…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
a death blow is a life blow to many
whose world is a caged dream
a bird crying to do what other birds do
eating, mating, flying to the ends of the world
a death blow is a life blow to many
who live in other people's world
sharing its glory, except its happiness
a death blow is a life blow to
others in the same mould
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Timothy
Dream of love
Dream of hate
Dream of nothing
Dream of faith
Dream of death
Dream of sorrow
Dream of snowfall
Dream of tomorrow
But,
do not dream of me.
me & you, we are through
you gave me pain
you gave me hate
you gave me nothing
but this fait.
I will not foget you
but I will forgive you
not for you, but for me.
Now i can live again
I can dream
poem by Sarah Hempy
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My Secret Garden
I dream of a secret garden
Filled with roses
And a bench that seats two
I dream of a majestic fountain
With sparkling water
That brings life to those near
I dream of a blue sky
That watches over
The beautiful creatures of my world
I dream a dream of romance
That warms you
In a cold, unsafe outside world
I dream this would be real
But I know
That this dream will stay dreamt
poem by John McClay
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From The End Of The World
Oh you, youre so hard to get to
Oh you, you dont wanna play
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to last night
From the end of the world.
Oh you, you keep me hanging round & round & round & round
Oh you, look at the trouble Ive found
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you last night
From the end of the world.
I saw you last night, but you couldnt answer
You were a lonely little sidewalk dancer
When I woke up I could not stand it
You were gone, but I got to hand it to you.
Dream to you last night
From the end of the world.
Oh please, if this is a game I wish someone would win
Please, just let her fly to be upon the wind
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world.
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world.
I sent a dream to you baby, last night
From the end of the world
I sent a dream to you, babe
From the end of the world.
I sent a dream...
To you baby...
From the end of the world.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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My First Poem
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
D day u dream d day I lost
Its d day d dream come true
I lost in woods d fire beneath
Dreaming the eyes d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost in world d world of souls,
No matter what u wear, what u eat,
It only matters what u did what u think,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
Opens d heart in soul rest mind,
Opens d sky as a sapphire of life,
No more bondings,
No more relations,
No more feels,
No more heals,
No more limits,
No more hopes,
D day I become an independent being
Its d day d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream……
poem by Imnt Alive
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Dear Interpreter Of My Life
Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
With your assessing insight.
There are times I find,
Your comments quite amusing.
And other times they annoy...
Since within my mind,
Many experiences...
Have been employed.
Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
I do my best to respect opinion.
I do my best to bite my tongue.
I do my best,
Not to debate the life I've lived.
Because a comprehension,
Prevents comparisons to others...
Who are on separate missions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dare to dream.
dare to dream of far off lands,
dream of of deserts covered in sand,
dream of a future filled with hope,
dream of a place where evil never spoke.
dare to dream of powerful things,
dream of mighty and caring kings,
dream of a word without yells or wars,
dream of a world with open doors.
dream in colour not in black and white,
change the world without a fight,
shout out loud and may your voice be heard,
people will smile with your every word.
We are the generation of tomorrow, let us change the world.
poem by Zoe Martin
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The Black Flames
In a dream, a dream, a dream
I walked through a raging fire
With flames the blackest of black
I felt no cold nor heat by their touch
But the eyes, the eyes watching me
I felt a feeling swell and die
Saw the world in full horror
In decay and demise and death
The world is a dying place
Filled with hate, envy and greed
Upon which the blackest flames
Dance, rage and scream
With a horror they scream aloud
Like a banshee calling
To death, while death is watching
I walked through a wall of fire
Where the flames were black
Darker than the night or shadows
All the while I felt nothing
Nothing but the eyes upon me
poem by Matthew Holloway
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