To me death is not a fearful thing. It's living that's cursed.
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H's Soul
I wonder what happened to Hitler's Soul
As children cursed it around the world
At breakfast tables, under hidden floors
And at the oven doors
Lovers cursed it in their ecstasy throes
Soldiers cursed it, spitting on their boots
Marching in life and death parades
As their mothers cursed him too
Begging his Soul to be damned in Hell
Consigned with Generals that cursed it well
Where did it go, that very special Soul
Was there a space, a prison cell
Padded by the silence of his screams
That echo in our darkest dreams?
poem by Frank Bana
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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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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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Cursed
I have been cursed.
From the very early start.
Rape and abuse.
Hurt and pain.
Is all I've ever known.
I have been left cursed.
By the seedy thing you did.
Left with flashbacks.
Left with hell.
Unable to trust.
Unable to forget
Cant move on
I am cursed by you.
By what you did to me
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Under The Cover Of The Night
living so enclosed
like a dead man inside a coffin
there is no choice
but to sleep and inside the dream
pray more,
the man keeps reciting the prayers
on his fingers
to dispel all fears about death
when he wakes up however
everything becomes a different matter
it is not something strange
but it was the most certain thing that happens
death upon death
death of death
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crypts Of Eternity
Devious to those unknown
He walks below the land
Alluring victims to their death
Perish to the sand
Master of the blackened arts
Living his decree
Thrives amongst the Seven Gates
Searching for the keys
I have seen the darkened depths of Hell
Sorcery beyond the witches' spell
Robbed the crypts of Death's eternity
Killed the priest and cursed him endlessly
Chants of evil incantation
Fill the murky night
Free the Devil's knights of Hell
Unleash their growing spite
Directing power forcibly
The fire of Hell is cast
Resurrect from crypts of Death
A demon from the past
I have seen the darkened depths of Hell
Sorcery beyond the witches' spell
Robbed the crypts of Death's eternity
Killed the priest and cursed him endlessly
Cringe with fear
Violate the unbroken seal of Hell
Death will come searching for
Your mere soul
Still you are eager to seek your fate
All that lie here are remains of Death
Grinding bones
song performed by by Slayer from Hell Awaits
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It's All Because of Death
Why we are separated from our love ones?
Why we all have to die?
Why did you leave me alone in this hurtful world?
After all your promises dat you will be there,
for my wedding day, my graduation at the university.
Today I'm suffering because of death.
Today I have no father who will guide, protect, provide for me.
Today I don't have a home.
why death?
I'm living with my aunt she abuse me.
I have to obey everything she says, my feelings doesn't maater.
I don't have a say.
Why did you take my dad?
Death have no shame.
Why didn't you let me be a man before you take him?
You did the same thing to my mother when she gave birth to me.
She never had a chance to hold me in her arms.
I hate you death!
You took everything from me.
Sometimes I go to school empty stomach.
I'm living a life wit' no joy, no peace, no happiness
I'm a slave to her and her kids.
They treat me so...... bad, so... cruely....so less human.
I cry day night.
Saying why death?
but nobody answer me.
I'ts all because of death.
Death caused me suffering.
All I have is hatred in my heart.
IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF DEATH.
from a broken heart.
poem by Hopewell Syprien
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Claudio: Death is a fearful thing.
line from Measure for Measure, Act III, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare (1604)
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Death’s Too Near
Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!
Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!
Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Life of My Death
My only difference
Between life and afterlife
is my death
My only triumph
upon the whole universe
is my death
My only freedom
of thoughts from mind
is my death
My only distinction
from the angels and devils
is my death
My only decision
after all my decisions
is my death
But death is short-lived
and the thing that pleases me
is my death
Life always presents span
and the shortest spanned
is my death
I can grasp everything
but the thing out of my bounds
is my death...
08-03-2008
poem by Usman Hanif
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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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Death Took You
We were happy, we were free
Two sole creatures, you and me.
But it didn't last all that long,
Why was it not meant to be?
You had an accident,
It was my fault.
Because I didn't run fast enough
to shout 'Stop! '.
I cursed and I cried.
It's not what i usually do.
But without my permission,
Death took you.
It was wrong,
Or so I think.
I went to the funeral,
I did my bit.
Your favorite flowers were there.
I said a prayer, I said it softly.
I wish you heard,
It was not your fault, It was mine wholly.
I cursed and I cried.
It's not what i usually do.
But without my permission,
Death took you.
poem by Anushna Satapathy
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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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Oh Death
Oh death oh death why are you here?
am coming to get you and take you away
Oh death oh death why take me?
you cry of pain and you living in darkness
oh death oh death why now why now?
a baby is crying and you are shuffing
oh death oh death plz don't take me!
am sorry am sorry i have to take you
oh death oh death.............................
poem by Ishmeal Balfour
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Hail Africa
Hail Africa,
Full of race,
The lords be with you,
You are cursed among nations,
And black flesh, the fruit of your soil, is cursed.
Holy Africa,
Mother of humans,
Cry for us, killers,
Now, and at the hour
Of your death,
Amen!
poem by Bridget Pearson
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Cursed
I know I will never find love and happiness.
I know I meant for a life of sad loneliness.
I am broken and torn time and time again.
I am turning black from deep within.
I am hanging on by a single thread.
I know that I am better off dead.
Every one hates me and thinks i'm weird.
I will never belong here.
I can't take the pain away.
I try to with this silver blade.
Yet here you come to make it worse.
Making it known that I am cursed.
Cursed to a life of dread.
Cursed to be found dead.
If you read this it might be the last thing you read.
For I feel this is the end for me.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Death of the life
Death is not to be laughed at,
Nor cried at,
Death it is strong,
But will give up,
Death is the soul,
To every living creature,
Death well be in every story,
As life goes on,
Death is more then what we can handle,
But we live to die,
Death well wait,
Till it is yours turn,
Death is now my nightmares,
And in your too,
Do not run from death,
For it well get you worst,
And
Death is forever,
And never.
poem by Anna Reeves
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No More Fearful Innuendos
No more...fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Get from your windows.
Your neighbors can now see...what you do.
No need to whisper what you're feeling.
If it's there it will be seen like you!
Open your closed doors.
Your enemies perceived have never been.
That gossip was to get you to accept it.
While the thieves were stealing truth from under you.
Oh! Oh...
Come out of hiding.
Look at all the damage that's been done.
Don't you think that this has been intentional?
To have suspicions laid on everyone.
Oh! Oh,
No more...
Fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more...fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
Open your closed doors.
Your enemies perceived have never been.
That gossip was to get you to accept it.
While the thieves were stealing truth from under you.
Oh! Oh...
No more!
Fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
Get from your windows.
Your neighbors now can see just what you do.
No need to whisper what you're feeling.
If it's there it will be seen like you!
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Living Death
I think of
All the people
I've lost to
Death.
I miss them
All…
Can anybody
Answer
What happened
To them
After their death?
Are they living
Another life
As is the belief
In after-life
Or are they still
Loitering…
In the lanes
Of death?
If so,
Can those
Wandering
Spirits and souls
Let me know,
How does it feel
To be with death?
Is it better than life,
Which seems to me
A Living Death…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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