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Dark Men

Melodramatic, screaming about the petty things.
Can't you see that is nothing.
Dark men live right next to you.
They don't want you to have an easy life.
Some so sick and demented want to stab you with a knife.
Other want to corrupt our children.
Yet more want all your money.
Are you realizing this isn't funny.
It sad that some don't comprehend the negative effect its having.
We are all to busy with self gratification.
Stroking our egos.
Who cares about that man next to you.
Well I do, and I want more from those so distracted, so surprised when their are extreme actions are taken.
Well if you wouldn't have let it go.
How could you not know.
Its black in the snow.
So obvious.
How can so many be so oblivious?
I guess its a human defect that we reject that their can be true evil.
Denial of those liable.
Fine so be it.
The truth you'll never achieve it.
I stand in the way of the dismay you try to create today.
A one man army against so many.
Its a harsh reality.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The children in black

The children in black
Where did their childhoods go
Trailing water behind
How did they become this cynical
They write words of hate
Tears of joy is no longer a term for them
How can they be so small
But hate so much
The children in black

The children in black
What happened to happiness
Are they that controlled
That everything can effect them
Don't they have the right to laugh
Why are their eyes this guarded
Does everything have to be that formal
What happened to innocence
Did it go away with the faith
The children in black

The children in black
I can see the bitterness
Can't you see the ugly truth
Bitter minds already got their minds trained
So why are children so dark
Is there that much pain
The children in black

The children in black
What happened to be open minded
Did it close like a door
Only opening for a few
Is this society that negative
That they can't see the light
What happened to love
Loving parents and friends
It must have went away
The children in black

The children in black
Their hate scares me
Their eyes make me grimace
With thier hate they can stop the world
But how is that possible when they are so young
Are their minds that easy to twist
The children in black

The children in black
I hope they will soon see the light
I don't know if it's normal to be afraid
But that's what I feel
Why do most people find it easier to be sad
Do they realize it's not
The children aren't children anymore
They're miny adults trying to impress
Why don't people realize this
Are they that oblivious
Maybe if people opened their eyes we could do something
But until then...

The children in black

poem by Lillie Ellis
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Shades Of Gray

By barry mann and cyntha weil
When the world and I were young,
Just yesterday.
Live was such a simple game,
A child could play.
It was easy then to tell right from wrong.
Easy then to tell weak from strong.
When a man should stand and fight,
Or just go along.
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light.
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
I remember when the answers seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear.
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate,
The foolish from the wise.
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light.
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
[instumental interlude]
It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share.
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care.
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light.
Today there is no black or white,
Only shades of gray.
Only shades of gray.

song performed by by Monkees
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Shades Of Gray (Master Backing Track Take 98)

When the world and I were young, just yesterday
Life was such a simple game a child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
I remember when the answer seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt, or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray

song performed by by Monkees
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I’m Sick

I’m sick of life
I’m sick of its ways
I’m sick and tired
Of playin these games.

I’m sick of jobs
I’m sick of money
I’m sick and tired
N I’m not been funny

Im sick of emotions
Im sick of hope
Im sick and tired
This is the effect of dope.

poem by James Grayson
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Overwhelmingly Magnetic

So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.

They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.

A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.

And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.

'Are you jealous? '

Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.

'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Murder Poem) Shades Of Black

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I was abandon as a child.
I'm alone as a man.
The goodness of the damned.
Oh how I wish I had a plan.
Something set in stone.
With many regrets I walk this life feeling like a reject.
A failure all on my own.
I don't need no help from you never did.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
Their is poison in the water.
Their is treachery afoot.
Oh Oh just come look.
The blood has been spilt and they have no clue I did it you.
I don't even care if they did.
I'll take as many I can.
When everything has gone so wrong.
Sitting staring out the window with a revolver in you in hand.
What choices are left?

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
A nightmare of solutions unfold.
Each bloody as the next.
How can you ever truly live with it.
Settling for only second best.
The black knight ego's of arrogance.
Tunnel vision fills his eyes.
All he's after is the prize.
I doesn't matter who gets hurt on his way to it.
With deliverance I give you pain.
A message from someone who truly insane.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
And it is time for my greatest attack.
As if anyone should be proud of such a thing.
The sweat pours off my brow as I become the butcher of butchers.
A dissection of a living to dead body.
Someone help this man, oh please anybody.
The urges to kill won't stop.
They are all hes got.
Taking out all his sexual frustrations.
These escalation will only continue.
They will not just die.
Or move on to a paradise behind the next dawn.
No matter how hard I try.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I feel nothing no more.
I don't know why.
I wish I could fix myself tonight.
I wish I could embrace love once again.
But wishes are nothing but useless thoughts.
The futility of the evil creature I am.
Hated by everyone.
So foul have I become.
A disease that can never be done.
Just kill me now.
To save so many.
Promise me, make your vow.
Cause I won't go down quietly.
I fight it for as long I can.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.

No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Structural Defect

STRUCTURAL DEFECT

Once a strong bridge built with concrete and steel
Supporting the ways of those that travel
Standing so strong, no signs of dismay
Only to drop, no longer erect
Looking so firm, looking so tough
It couldn’t stay arise
There’s a structural defect

Being so coy, distracted by success
Caught off guard by actions of nature
Flaunting the muscles of which it was given
Only to fall, no strength is left
Tumble to the ground, destruction at hand
No chance for fulfillment
There’s a structural defect

Created for speed and power, it functions with ease
Yet sensitive and fragile, susceptive to failure
Years will pass, no signs of defeat
A structure of distress
One day, out of the blue
It came crashing down
There’s a structural defect

Mike Farris Jr.

1/27/09

poem by Mike Farris Jr.
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Money, Money

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world

song performed by by ABBA
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This Is My Only 'True' Relationship

Do you think I sit,
Unaware of my submissions?
As if I am oblivious,
To what it takes to create them?

Nor do they come easy,
Like those critics who sniff.
With a passing of judgement with it!
Free on the scene and unsolicited.

I wish I could say,
I'm not observant of this at all.
There is too much life I live,
For me to become that enthralled.
I have no ego to be massaged.
None to bring my activities,
To a complete engrossing stall.

Do you think I sit,
Unaware of my submissions?
As if I am oblivious,
To what it takes to create them?

I know I get less sleep!
And this is my only 'true' relationship,
I can say I've managed to keep!
And devoted I am.
With a divorce from it,
Nowhere to address in my mind to exist!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So sick of it

I’m so sick of it
Making me feel like I’m sick

So sick of this
So sick of it all

When I finally got sick of it all
I just let it all out, I changed more and more
Explaining it and speaking my mind
Writing it all down on sheets of paper
Explaining why I’m so sick.

I’m so sick of it all
This world, Reality, all this bigotry
Can’t get enough of this
I can’t take it anymore I have to stand up
And fight against this sickness

Battling which is that repeating cycle
Battling Homophobia

I’ve done it so many times
It makes me wonder why I’m so sick

I’m so sick of it
Going threw the same f*cking thing.
Wanting more and more

Realizing it couldn’t ever be real it sadden me
I thought it over and over and then
That’s when I got sick of it.

Got me thinking me of it then reminding myself of reality.
It happened over and over that’s when I got sick.
Making me feel sicker.

Regretting all of the stupid thing I ignored
Remembering I gone threw the same thing before
Anticipating myself 0.99 seconds before the actual thought

I’m so sick of it, all the things that make me sick
All the things I fight against.
Im so sick of it…

poem by Marcellus Watts
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Not Accepting the Obvious

Denial has the capability,
To drag pity around...
In various unique places.
And with a standard of performance set,
Prepared to stir the heart.

Denial has the capability,
To remove truth from memory.
Excuse an alcoholic,
And supply any drug one wishes.

Denail has the capability,
To deceive oneself to hide the truth...
And live a life of lies.

Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.

'Thank you for your beautiful performance.
Yes...
Her death was premature and done by natural causes..
She was loved by millions.'

~Loving to hear her voice.
But...
How can anyone be blind to the fact,
She was killing it intentionally.~

Denial has the capability...
Of not accepting the obvious.
But enjoys every detail of pain.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today is the day

Today is the day I've waited for
I can't wait no more.
I just cannot stay.
So today is the day.
The die that I die

For tonight I'll take my life
I'll probably use a knife
To end my life.
I cannot stand

For I guess a good life was to much to demand
I cann't Handle pressure and pain.
For I am sure to go insane.
Im already mad.
All I no is bad.

For I can't stay sane
And Now all I see is red
Things will get better once I am dead

I am going to Die
So I say Goodbye
I take these pills in my hand
For I guess a good life was way to much to demand
But suicide will end it all
For not listening is my downfall

I take the pills in groups of ten
As I lie down I think of Life
I think I should use a knife
It will get better
as I sign my letter
With crimson blood.

One Slash of the knife
And I robbed myself of my life.
But the life I had was no good.
It was within a shitty hood

Amy Kerswell

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Root Of Evil

The root of all evil
Has me negatively
interacting with people

I can't figure out the reason
People are just soo greedy
And when it comes to money
Why are they soo needy

Its always the people who
Don't need it chasing it the most
Life is funny without money
You notice things you wouldnt
If you had money

People are brain washed
Thinking that pieces of paper
Can bring you life long forfillment
But Materials will never bring enjoyment

Money can't and won't buy
Love
Happyness
Or health

Wealth
Only brings
Decite
Evil
Jealousy
Envy
And a negative situation

The bottom line is this
Money can't buy you happyness
The happyness starts within you

poem by Jaycee Wilkerson
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Reality

I hate sufferings,
I don't want an enormous pain
And who among us people
Lives and loves in vain?
All we want is an easy life,
No hardships to face in.
Riches, glory and fame
Those are we want to attain.

But sometimes we are powerless
About the reality.
We can't change the fact
Nor even solve the mystery.
For life is all about choices,
About good and evil thing.
It has only two sides,
Either one you may cling.
We have our freedom to choose
It's on our part if we lose or win.
This is the truth of life,
A battlefield we may think.
'No pain, no glory'
The best way to explain
And the simplest words to take in.

So if these are the things
That are supposed to be.
Be sure to make a stand for good
And reject the evil thing.
What I am only hoping for
Is to have the perseverance
To make it through and gain
For in the end lies
The real happiness and fame.

poem by Rose de Ramar
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Anger of a little girl

are you glad at what you did?
make me feel shame and guilt,
all for your little games,
how dare you put your hands on a child,
and talk down to her,
because she knew what was right,
but was scared of you,
your little games you played,
is what she feared most,
having to put herself,

into a world where she was safe,
because her reality sucked,
how can you be ok,
doing the things you put her through?
growing up feeling like it was her fault,
when in reality,
you were to weak to take responsiblity,
for your actions and what you did wrong,
she hated the smell of smoke,
it what she would smell,

when you were having your fun,
she hates anything that's sexual,
that is surpose to be noraml,
but yet she can't enjoy it,
flashbacks run through her mind,
replaying every sick thing you done to her,
what i'm surpose to do,
get over it?
act like i'm ok,
guess what?

i'm not ok,
all of those times you made me your favorite,
i would take being alone and ignored,
over everything you have did to me,
i hate you now and for always will,
but this anger that i'm feeling inside,
is starting to show,
on the people i care about,
and who i want in my future,
you are a sick pig,

and i wish i could of stand up to you,
but i was just a child than,
i felt so helpless and scared,
those lies you told me,
were coming true the more the truth got out,
so i try to reverse it and keep it to myself,
as years go on this secret i kept inside,
was eating me alive and stopping me,
from living a full life,
not again,

i'm trying to let you go,
but it hard because i am so angry,
but it hurting me more holding on to this
only a few people in my life understands,
this was a major event in my life,
it will take some time,
but i'm proud to say,
i'm sorting through the facts,
i'm finding who i am,
and i am discovering,

i am none of those things you said i was,
i'm loving, caring and talented,
all of the things i feel you try to take away,
but you can never take away,
somebody true self,
no matter how much you tear them down,
they will always get back up,
and start fighting there way to the top,
because nobody deserve to feel,
less than what they are.

poem by Mona Martinez
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Glamour

Glamour,
Today,
Glamour,
Today,
Illusion all around me,
And its hard to tell,
Such bewilderment,
Cant tell a truth from a fallacy,
Can it be,
Clouds what we think,
What we do,
What we say,
Glamour,
Today,
Although we struggle and fight,
Cant see the wrong from right,
Glamour gets in the way,
Aii that we say and do,
Always its fooling you,
Glamour,
Today,
Oh, you cant cut it with a knife,
It will rule your life,
Glamour,
Ooh, ooh, oh, I believe its true.
Oh, look at all the people,
That still fall in the trap,
Strain their eyes to see,
Somebody elses make believe,
Can it be,
Its whats inside,
What you feel that is reality,
Glamour,
Today,
Oh, I believe its true,
Always its fooling you,
Glamour,
Today,
Destroy it with your mind,
And let the truth unwind,

song performed by by Kinks
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Denial

You are my only daughter, I guess I made you twice
You look inside my other, hell give you bad advice
I will tell you Im ok, but deep inside Im afraid
I dont drink holy water, Im not a son of christ
I aint no black messiah, and I dont load my dice
You can tell me youre all right, but why you so afraid?
Youre in denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Youll never believe it, you never believe its you
I dont think Im amazing. in fact Im quite insane
To live inside my bucket, with all my plastic chains
People tell me every time, I look at the wron all right
Youre in denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Youll never believe it, you never believe its you
Youll never believe it, you never believe it
Secrets told you, dreamland holds you, secrets told you
You wouldnt believe it, you couldnt conceive it
Secrets told you...
You wanna receive it, you gotta believe its you
Youre on a trip already, Im tripping out alright
Ill get there slow and steady, just sit and hold on tight
Denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth
Denial, you never will believe its you
Denial, you always hide behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its true, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its you, yeah, yeah
Behind the truth, yeah, yeah
Its gonna be alright, just hold on thight
Its gonna be alright, just hold on thight

song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Not Even the Obvious Shelters Can Protect Those Afraid

It is not easy,
Being the one deceived.
Or having that done,
By more than one.
But once that is known...
The flight from it,
Can bring one a happiness.
When it is realized,
How many have accepted it.
Without comprehending...
The participants and the depth of it!

It is not easy,
Discovering the truth.
When so many deny that it exists.
Afterall...
Aren't beliefs based on non-fiction?
How can so many,
Live addicted to fiction?
But it has been done!
And to awaken from delusions,
Can stun anyone!

And this stunning when it comes...
Many will attempt to shun!
However...
This is 'reality'.
There regardless...
Who decides from it to run!

And those who were taunted,
By those who flaunted lives of lies...
Are not the ones trying to disguise,
The gloom that appears in their eyes!
A consciousness that has arrived,
Is there openly to see.
And not stunted behind masquerades...
By those in fear,
Seeking somewhere to hide!
Or somewhere to cloak,
Unspoken feelings felt inside.

These are the days,
Bare neccesities are craved.
And yet egos in self praise...
Are the ones finding the most discomfort.

But truth never hides,
Or provides charades!
Not even the obvious shelters,
Can protect those afraid!

'This is the dawning of the Age of Reality.
The Age of Re-al-ity.
Ree-al-ity!
Harmony and understanding...
And so forth and so on it goes!
And where it stops?
Nobody knows! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hunters And Hunted

Every time you start screaming, I'm just thinking is he even listening? cause i can't even think. someone pass me a drink. so much repetition in my head. another massive headache. Then i hear some dishes break. Just when will he listen, just when she shut up. the buck is got to stop somewhere. oh yeah i will go there. lived with it, done it. know it all to well. hate to be around you but the sex is good. knew i always would. like bad habit we all fall into. Can't live with it, can't live without it. denial of a mans primal instincts is like a request to die a little inside. it is who we are, it is what we are, it is how we are, systematic, unsympathetic, the world is ours, on a plate dinner is served. the hunters and the hunted. which are you going to be? everyone is chasing after this so called American dream. their just doesn't seem to be enough of it, but i still want. a millions words written with so little meaning. We have no more, don't you get it. denied but definitely not justified. To many explanation speeches. like an understanding with no solution will make a bit of difference. create your own all alone. make peace with your god. prepare to live a verse so rehearsed, like it was meant to be. No originality, we are building another machine. It lives my life for me. no comprehension of what it really takes. breaking out. i just want to be free. it is my destiny now. but i just can no longer bow, to an unequal system that betrays the ones it was designed to protect. here we got another reject. a DNA freak, must have been massive inbreeding in his family. your sick, your sick, your just one those sick people who has no morals, no rules, no standards to adhere to, completely to free as you please. wish i may wish i might, no more wishes i think its going be tonight. my venture to kingdom has just begun. and it has its perks and fun. mercy my i think my soul has already come undone. A victim circumstance. it was their so i took it, now i got to pay yet again.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Nirvana

Tracing the primordial culture of truth
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer.
Still the negative effect prevails
increasing the confusion.
Existence in now, has a travesty of truth.
Can we breakaway from our past?

Can we exist between right and wrong?
Between good and evil?
Between truth and fiction?
How many faces has reality?
The Self amalgamates the formulations
provides the mind with the safe exits.

The visualization
was not a happening, not actuality
an escape from pain & reality?
The thoughts were always disturbing
creating a false identity.
Thoughtless self had no movement.
Was that the nirvana?
The final moksha?

poem by Satish Verma
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