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It is neccessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.

quote by Alexander Dumas
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There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good life is to live.

Alexandre Dumas in The Count of Monte Cristo
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I Wish

I wished I had called to see if you were OK
But I was so caught up in my life
To even worry about your.

I wished I had been there for you
But I was to busy drinking
To even worry about you.

I wished I had cared more
But all I wanted was to escape
Even from you

I wished I had taken you seriously
But you tend to lie a lot
And I couldn't take you seriously

I wished I had told you I felt the same way
But I didn't want anyone to know I was in pain
Not even you

I wished you didn't feel like it was something you had to do
I wished you would of never pulled that trigger that night
I wished you could come back

I wished I told you that I loved you
But all theses excuses I make and wishes
Won't change the fact that your gone.

poem by Beth Ann
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Death

I come to die, to let you live, by dying you live, death
comes in different color and paint in different design;
touch every art that made you what to live and log in
your soul desire in order, to live in the eternity you win

poem by Antonio Liao
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Human Beings are just good enough to make democracy possible...just bad enough to make it neccessary.

quote by Reinhold Niebuhr
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Robert the Bruce (To Douglas in Dying)

'MY life is done, yet all remains,
The breath has gone, the image not,
The furious shapes once forged in heat
Live on though now no longer hot.
'Steadily the shining swords
In order rise, in order fall,
In order on the beaten field
The faithful trumpets call.
'The women weeping for the dead
Are not sad now but dutiful,
The dead men stiffening in their place
Proclaim the ancient rule.
'Great Wallace's body hewn in four,
So altered, stays as it must be.
0 Douglas do not leave me now,
For past your head I see
'My dagger sheathed in Comyn's heart
And nothing there to praise or blame,
Nothing but order which must be
Itself and still the same.
'But that Christ hung upon the Cross,
Comyn would rot until time's end
And bury my sin in boundless dust,
For there is no amend.
'In order; yet in order run
All things by unreturning ways,
If Christ live not, nothing is there
For sorrow or for praise.'
So the king spoke to Douglas once
A little while before his death,
Having outfaced three English kings
And kept a people's faith.

poem by Edwin Muir
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I wished upon a star one day

I wished upon a star one day
As it went shooting through the sky,
I wished upon a star one day
As it passed me by.

I wished upon a star one day
That my prays come true,
I wished upon a star one day
And then i thought of you.

I wished upon a star one day
And realised i was crying,
I wished upon a star one day
Then dreamed that i was dying.

I wished upon a star one day
But my wish never became real,
I wished upon a star one day
And realised what i feel....

Nothing!

poem by Katy Allen
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Wishing on a shooting star

I wished upon a shooting star
As it went through the sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
As it shot right by.

I wished upon a shooting star
That my prayers would all come true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And then I thought of you.

I wished upon a shooting star
And noticed I was crying,
I wished upon a shooting star
And realized I was dying.

I wished upon a shooting star
But my wish never came true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And hoped it would get me through.

I wished upon a shooting star
That the she would still be there,
I wished upon a shooting star
That she would always care.

I wished upon a shooting star
Here in this night sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
That our love will never die.

poem by Xx Charmer Xx
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Resurrection

speaking metaphysically...
if you've never carried a cross,
or wore a self-imposed crown of thorns,
you cannot experience resurrection!
the life we're trained from birth to live,
on a see-me, feed-me premise,
is a form of death,
aka, a type of hell!

in order to redeem ourselves,
to validate the experience of the human condition,
all that is body, the outer body,
the body that sucks and grinds,
has to die.

we have to let go of the concept
of freedom in order to be free.
the image has to be shattered,
in order to find the truth...

in the cold dark night of time,
we can either have fire,
or a picture of fire.
the picture is useless!

the cross - the picture!
the crown of thorns - our attachment.
.....death,
........rebirth!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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Shoot The Shooting Star

you wished upon a star
the first star
was a fake
you wished upon another star
it was a failure
you wished upon the third star
it was useless and gave you nothing
you wished again on the fourth star
it was ungrateful and took almost everything from you
and then another star
and then another star shooting before you
they all gave you despair
and you believe not
on any star anymore

then you learned to live
without any star
the stars are not true

and you are so disappointed
with all the falsities they are telling you
finally
you have this shotgun in your hand
and then this lone shooting star came one night
splendid in such a dark space
you shot it
hit it
and there it exploded, shattered

it was the only star intended for you
and it was true

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem By Louise Gluck, Now Rate It Zero, You Have Taste

Remember that time you made the wish?

I make a lot of wishes.

The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.

What do you think I wished for?

I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.

I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remember that time you made the wish?

I make a lot of wishes.

The time I lied to you
about the butterfly. I always wondered
what you wished for.

What do you think I wished for?

I don't know. That I'd come back,
that we'd somehow be together in the end.

I wished for what I always wish for.
I wished for another poem.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death, My Friend

Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you’re looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.

Death, my friend, so charmed I’m sure!
State your case and tell me straight -
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heaven’s Gate?

Death, my friend, a new acquaintance!
You're always welcome in my home -
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam!

Death, my friend - my bosom buddy.
My! your finger points at me!
Be you tired of my frivolity?
Aha, I see - Oblivion, we!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death Is Not A Disease

Death is not a disease
It is not contagious
It should not constrict you to breathe
Yet it is a topic many people favour

To die you must live
To live you must die
Then there is survive
When men live the lie

Death is not a disease
Death is a hunter like a cat
We do not catch is as it releases us
Death is death and that is that

poem by Ethan Wilson
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I wish i wish i wish

I wish I wish I wish
No I take that back.
I don’t wish I cannot wish
My wishes come true

I wished for love
My lover wished for someone else

I wished for forever
didn’t expect to be alone

I wished for three,
got two, lost two, its still me

I wished for happiness
My happiness found its own happiness

I wished to be alone,
here I am

I wish I wish I wish
No I take that back I don’t wish
My wishes come true.

poem by Chizzle Fortune
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I Held A Star

I held a star last night
in the palm of my hand.
I wished to the heavens
for peace in every land.
I wished for no wars
in the year to come.
I wished for no killing
to be done by anyone.
I wished for love
between all colours and creeds
and that everyone would treat
everyone as a brother, a sister and a friend.
As to whether my wishes
will come true
that is up to everyone
including me and you.

poem by David Harris
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Death is.....

Death is peaceful
Death is sharp pain in my heart
Death is feeling sadness
Death is deppresion
death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is when i cant think about whats right
Death is a good thing on my behalf
Death started when i gained life
Death is where ill go
Death is near
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
DEATH WILL STOP MY MISERY

poem by Angelique Paniagua
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Blue Lit Clouds

How my mind travels
And longs to be among the stars,
With the blue lit clouds
Surrounding me,
As I listen to all the wishes
That has been wished upon each star,
And only hope that they may be fulfilled,
Because everyone deserves fulfillment
Within their lives
To reassure themselves
That there is still hope to be sought,
And there is still time
That their wish can be fulfilled,
But not because of some higher power,
But simply because
They believe it can happen
And they have found
The strength to believe
In themselves and with that strength
Were able to fulfill their wish
On their own and on their own doing,
Because they now know in order
To fulfill themselves,
All they have to do is
Fulfill their wish,
Which they wished upon a star
One night when everything
Seemed less than they wanted,
When they realised
They can be more than they were then,
And after this sudden revelation
They wished,
They wish upon a star.
Which is why my mind travels
And longs to be among the stars
Because each star, to me,
Represents all the dreams and wishes
Of all the people on Earth,
And it fulfills my wish,
Which I wished long ago
On a star high in the blue lit sky
That I may never be alone.

poem by Music Galore
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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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To They Who Are Hauted By The Spectre Of Death

Do not fear death because death is not to be feared.Death is the bride of every household therefore welcome her with open arms.Death is inevitable therefore do not deny yourself the pleasure of having a nice time while you're still alive.Death is a stage through which all of us must pass.Death is necessary and this old life would be very boring if we would all live forever.Accept the inevitability of death and die gratefully with less worry lines on your death mask, There are no worries in the other world and over there they offer you virgins to pamper you to compensate for your undeserved suffering in this world.Therefore be willing to die young and have a good looking corpse

poem by Ngaka Motaung
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