We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.
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Fugitives Of Life
A great many people each year,
become fugitives of life.
It becomes too much for them,
and they run to death in despair.
They fail to recognise,
the precious fragile gift,
all of us have been given.
The gift of life.
They see no hope of a future,
just nothing there.
Instead of turning for help,
they resort to death as an answer.
Had they reached out,
someone would have been there,
to guide them to a new tomorrow somewhere.
poem by David Harris
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Dear John
Dear john,
Dont be hard on yourself.
Give yourself a break.
Life wasnt meant to be run.
The race is over, youve won.
Dear john,
Dont be hard on yourself.
Give yourself a break.
Life wasnt meant to be run.
The race is over, youve won.
Ha da do do do do
Do do do do do
(laugh)
September, november...
Dear john,
Dont be hard on yourself.
Give yourself a break.
Life wasnt meant to be run.
The race is over.
Ooooh.
Dear john,
Dont be hard on yourself.
Give yourself a break.
Life wasnt meant to be run.
The race is over.
And dear john,
Dont be hard on yourself.
Give yourself a break.
Life wasnt meant to be run.
The race is over.
Do-do,
Do-do-do-do,
Do-do-do-do-ooh, uh-hu,
Yeah, alright.
And dear john,
Dont be hard on yourself.
Give yourself a break.
Life wasnt meant to be run.
The race is over.
(whistle)
Dear john,
Put the tv on, have a snack.
Wash your mothers back.
The race is over.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Fugitives
The fugitives remained absent,
They eagerly committed sins
Too profound and logical,
Too many early flowers.
Then they reached heights
Of murder and theft,
On their pillows they snored
And met the surgeon.
Unheedingly the snow of confinement
Enslaved the reminded ones,
The fugitives leapt into the fires,
With a handful of golden crocuses.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Night Close
Under night close
Death rose to greet me.
I turned; looked back,
Though nothing beckoned -
No one cried or mourned.
Scorned by all
- My fellow race -
I shed the byes to empty space, then
Gazed upon the stony face
Of Death anon, and
So chose our treaty.
Line of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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Ring
Splendid
like the glittering sky in my
finger, wash that stay
with me, till my
death comes in the windmill
of wind
in special life with you.....my dear...one,
Darling of the ring i always
say to live with
you
until death comes in my midst
to live; as death knock
in the door step of the
knights of a moment
in the fingers
i live and say goodbye....dear
to you
poem by Antonio Liao
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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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More Than 100 Years Old
Your are 100years old and i am 120 years old,
But life is like a race against time!
And like living tigs on this earth with different life-spans,
But the wages of sin is death! !
Old faithful,
My sweet lover!
But it ended at the very spot;
And like the policy of Zaprous! !
From the top to down,
But life is like a race against time!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Race
Lie down, [fair 1//pheromone], and come away
Till the rain is over and gone
G-g-gimme the beat now (face the music)
Lead line (face the music)
If the air is a little thick in this room 2nite
I reckon its the result of an onslaught of separatist rookies
Overcome by this colorful sight
Talkin so fast that even they
Talkin so fast that even they
Dont know what they mean
Of all the things that base a rhyme
How is it that u everytime
Regurgitate the racist lines that keep us apart?
Thank God this aint monopoly
Ud make us all go back 2 start
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut u
Both the blood is red
I gotcha
Race
Race
Check it
Three seats over theres a lady black
Entrusted 2 her care is a little white girl
And the fact of the matter is
Before her momma or another kid at school
Tells her about the fallacy that 1 race rules over the other
Shed be a much-better-off-left fool (face the music)
If we never heard about the evils that those before us committed
Then how my dear, tell me now how my dear, tell me now how now would we know
And then the band say
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut u
Both the blood is red
I gotcha
Race
Race
(face the music)
D-d-down with h-i-s-t-o-r-y and all this bs propagandi
Keepin u from me and me from u as we grow
I dont wanna know (I dont wanna know)
Why those before us hated each other
Id rather believe they never did
Id rather believe (Id rather, Id rather believe)
That theres hope 4 a kid
And if he imitates the best
I guess thats what Ill try 2 be
And I will let the rest dissolve with my guitar underneath the sea
Race
(face face face face face)
Face the music (face the music)
Face the music
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut u
Both the blood is red
Get it?
Race
Got it
Race
Face the music
Race race
(face face face the music)
Race race
(face face face the music)
Race race
Race race
(face-f-face the music)
Race
song performed by by Prince
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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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Race Of Veterans
RACE of veterans! Race of victors!
Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march!
(No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race;)
Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself;
Race of passion and the storm.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Want To Slow Down?
Rushing here and rushing there, men in a hurry to get just where?
Racing down the highway of life, creating on the roads such strife.
When arriving at their destination, what then is their consolation?
Only more racing through the day, and more grief along the way.
Each day begins a hectic pace, appearing to grip the human race,
Men never stop to take a breath; before long they’re facing death.
Many lives simply go too fast, pursuing things that just won’t last.
Is there maybe a better way, to begin and end each passing day?
What matters when all is done; isn’t life more than work and fun?
Is there not a deeper meaning, to give purpose to our very being?
Seemingly facing death after birth, when living life upon this earth,
Is there something better friend, when our lives come to the end?
If you could only slow your pace, you could then join another race,
You could join the race with Christ, a race that ends in Eternal Life.
Slowing down to hear God’s voice, can be for you another choice,
Just take the time and He is heard, upon the pages of God’s Word.
In The Bible, you will see His plan, for the earth and for every man,
A plan that gives our life meaning, and in His Son a new beginning.
With a life of purpose and peace; an eternal life that will not cease,
And all that you must do to start, is to accept Christ into your heart.
(Copyright ©03/2007)
My Dear Death
As My Soul Going Mad
And The Bath is Getting dark
My Life is The Same '
people hurting me alot
My Dear Death Gone Mad
From tonight we Will Destroy Their Lands
As My Fear Getting High
and My Tears Going To Rain Again
My Dear Devil And my Dear God
all i'm asking is For another Chance
My Dear Devil Show Me My Angels in The Dark
And my Dear God Burn Thos The one Whos Hurting My Heart
My Knife N My Mask Around my Eyes
Angel With a Devil united under the White line
Give me The Darkness And Blow them Away
Here I Come To My Evilness Again
Thanks To People Wont Leave me Alone
Thanks to their Dirty mouths and their Dirty Shots
Dear Devil Show me The Evil Dark
so i can use it To Make them Fall Down
Dear God Save my Dark from This Life
and Destroy everyone im my bath
Death And Evillnees Coming to my heart
So I Can Drow a line Between the People and the life
Here I Come With My Black heart
As A Black Wolf Hunting in The Dark
poem by Rakan ALMURAIKHI
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The Magic Ring
Your touch on my hand is fire,
Your lips on my lips are flowers.
My darling, my one desire,
Dear crown of my days and hours.
Dear crown of each hour and day
Since ever my life began.
Ah! leave me--ah! go away -
We two are woman and man.
To lie in your arms and see
The stars melt into the sun;
Till there is no you and me,
Since you and I are one.
To loose my soul to your breath,
To bare my heart to your life -
It is death, it is death, it is death!
I am not your wife.
The hours will come and will go,
But never again such an hour
When the tides immortal flow
And life is a flood, a flower . . .
Wait for the ring; it is strong,
It has a magic of might
To make all that was splendid and wrong
Sordid and right.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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A Race Already Won
We’re in a race already won, in the race we daily run,
It is the race we call life, won for us by Jesus Christ,
A race we run so many ways, living out all our days,
Racing upon this earth, for a crown of Eternal worth.
As we run for that prize, in this race, we fix our eyes,
On The Author of our faith, guiding us by His Grace,
For as we live this daily life, we run into undue strife,
Difficulties along our way, we go through every day.
We remember as we run, that the race has been won,
For this Truth we receive, when, in Christ, we believe,
Our Lord, in Who we trust, won this race for all of us,
When He finished at Calvary, providing to us Victory.
So when we run into a test, in our Lord, we shall rest,
As we are in God’s Hand, when we don’t understand,
So in the midst of the race, we simply seek His face,
Then He gives to us peace, as we run doesn’t cease.
Anyone today can choose, this race, they can’t lose,
The race that’s been won, by Jesus, God’s own Son,
And to Him alone we raise, as a victor, eternal praise,
As we gain Eternal Life, in this race with Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©01/2010)
Oblivion
thunder and lightning, gunfire,
the stench of death...
we race towards oblivion,
cant feel, cant get our breath!
drum beat and shadows,
lost in the blinding heat.
dead poets and childrens' bodies,
rubble beneath our feet.
smoke fills the air-
trees fall, rivers run dry.
fighting over a loaf of bread,
and the last bowl of rice.
ghoulish gasoline prophets
ring the bell, count the cost...
old people put out on the streets,
now all is over, all is lost.
forgotten faces lost in the roar,
demons dance on unmarked graves.
the bell of freedom rains down fire,
while we hide like fugitives in caves.
and the sound of the wheels,
louder and louder till we're deaf!
we take and burn and use
till nothing good is left
and the face of our hell
is just the face of our desires.
we turn away from those around us,
while our hunger feeds the fire.
thunder and lightning, gunfire,
the stench of death.
we race towards oblivion,
cant feel, cant even get our breath!
smoke fills the air,
trees fall, rivers run dry.
fighting over a loaf of bread,
and the last bowl of rice.
and the sound of the wheels,
louder and louder till we're deaf.
we take and burn and use
till nothing good is left.
we race towards oblivion,
cant feel, cant even get our breath!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Death's Fears & Secrets (blank verse)
I have learnt some things about death recentl
this is what I have discovered
Death is a race, it is more then one being
It kills people everywhere everyday as it can't be everywhere
Unless it was more then one
Death is a secret, it is livings worst kept secret
For we are surrounded by death in life
Constantly we fear it, as it must fear us
Death has its fear, that is the end of everything
For when the universe is gone and nothing is left
Death end, and ceases to exist
Death plays its games, every few centuries or millenium
It lets us thrive to the point where we are too many
Then it kills us excessively in multiple ways
Death is merely us, though invisible
It wonders too, looking for something to do
While it wonder the universe
It has purpose
poem by Ethan Wilson
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Life or Death
Death is a mystery,
and life is Suspense.
The journey to death,
is unknown yet,
and Life is a dream stage.
Nobody has come back
From their death,
And life seems to be,
Chasing an invisible end.
Escape from death,
is impossible,
and so from Life.
Death is most painful,
Life is even more.
Death is frightful,
And Life is a puzzle.
So is life,
or Death,
better for a human fate?
poem by Pratisha Karki
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In a More Receptive Mood
If it's going to be about race,
Today.
Let us vow to say...
That race is for the taste of life.
And we keep a pace to make it right.
If it's going to be about race,
Today.
And if it is about race,
Today.
Let's pray to race for harmony and peace.
And show there is a life believed with liberties,
We ourselves achieve.
Chase we must those shadows away.
And those gray clouds created,
To shade the brightest colors to fade.
And if it is about race,
Today.
Our hearts must remain wide open.
To initiate another fate...
That places us in a more receptive mood.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Widow's Hymn
How near me came the hand of Death,
When at my side he struck my dear,
And took away the precious breath
Which quicken’d my belovàd peer!1
How helpless am I thereby made!
By day how grieved, by night how sad!
And now my life’s delight is gone,
—Alas! how am I left alone!
The voice which I did more esteem
Than music in her sweetest key,
Those eyes which unto me did seem
More comfortable than the day;
Those now by me, as they have been,
Shall never more be heard or seen;
But what I once enjoy’d in them
Shall seem hereafter as a dream.
Lord! keep me faithful to the trust
Which my dear spouse reposed in me:
To him now dead preserve me just
In all that should performàd be!
For though our being man and wife
Extendeth only to this life,
Yet neither life nor death should end
The being of a faithful friend.
poem by George Wither
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