A Study In Scarlet and Black #32
I know you;
You are the reoccurring dream I have had
since childhood.
The one that leaves me exhausted all day the next day,
because I dream I have been hiding all the bodies
of random people I have murdered.
Then I awake in white knuckle panic and realize...
I haven't killed anyone.
I know you;
The night terrors
that leave vague impressions of dread and horror stuck in my matted hair with the cold sweat I wake up drenched in.
I know you:
You are the sound of car tires screeching
without the satisfying sound of metal and glass
colliding
like lovers
driven to absolute violence
by their own lust.
I know you;
You are that strange black cloud in the distance,
the one that smells like tornado weather....
but you never arrive.
I know you;
You creep between the cracks of necessary self delusion.
'If I write about it, it puts a lens between me and life'
Writing is a way of living in second person narrative...
but you find the cracks and seep through
like a broken sewage main.
You are the sudden,
almost uncontrollable urge I sometimes get
to swerve,
while going VERY fast,
in to on coming traffic
at 3: 45 AM.
I know you;
Unnameable, unknowable,
but as familiar to me as my own scarred and ravaged body,
and my psyche that has teams of shrinks working on it...
in shifts,
around the clock.
Make no mistake;
I KNOW you.
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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Depicting Reflection
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As I hope for some veritable truth to find
But the cracks run along my face in jagged lines
As the mirror cracks from side to side
Peering into the cold, dark faceted eyes
A broken poppet stares back from inside
And I catch a reflection of that I despise
As the mirror cracks from side to side
The scarred reflection is now forsaken
And many are the times my heart has died
But now it is my soul that is breakin'
As the mirror cracks from side to side
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As the mirror cracks from side to side
poem by Sheri Hockman
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The Sound of Fear
With lingering memory
of the sound of fear
in the voices of men
Screeching tires
A soul's assent
Crumbling metal
and bone
I came
to my senses
Trembling
Broken
Sedated
Incap acitated
but breathing
You came to see me
as I slept
and though gone
when I awoke
my thoughts
were still of you
Even today as I
find myself
still breathing
still dreaming
you here or
me there
back in that
car
and the sound of fear
in the voices of men
Screeching tires
A soul's assent
Crumbling metal
and bone and
a second chance
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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Right Where It Belongs
See the animal in his cage that you built,
See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Are you sure whats natural
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Na'now don't look too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
Are you sure what side of the glass you're on
See the safety of the life you have built,
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
See the hollowness inside of your home
And it's all...right where it belongs
And it's all... Right Where it belongs
What if everything around you,
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
Isn't quite as it seems
What if all the world you think you know,
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
Is an elaborate dream.
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
An' If you look at your reflection
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Is that all you want to be
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?
What if you could look right through the cracks
would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see
What if all the world's inside of your head?
Just creations of your own
What if all the worlds inside of your head
Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
Just creations of your own
And you really oughta know
The devils and your gods all the living and the dead
And you're really all alone
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You can live in this illusion
You keep looking but you can't find the words,
You can't choose to believe
Are you hiding in the trees?
You keep looking but you can't find the words
Now you're hiding in your dreams
What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if everything around you
What if all the world you used to know,
Isn't quite as it seems
Is an elaborate dream?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream.
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
An' If you look at your reflection
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Is that all you want to be
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?
what if you could look right through the cracks
would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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We Dream In Color
Dream sequence
(wake up, wake up, wake up, time to dream)
(wake up, time to dream)
We dream, we dream, we dream in color
Wake me up in the middle of the night, tell me what youve seen
Ivory clouds in a sea of blue, fields of endless green
But we lie here and we search for stars
Or big bad letters all the way from mars
The sky is black and the moon is pale, and we cry for this world of ours
In the dark we still believe (oh you know that we still believe)
In the dark we see
Chorus:
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, but still the dream is not enough
We dream in color
Oh yes we dream
I wake up in the middle of the day, locked within this cell
The sun is weak on the gun gray street, a cold and concrete hell
So I close my eyes and remember the days
Of a blood red sky and a purple haze
The flag was yours and the flag was mine, but we let it fade away
In the dark we still believe (oh you know that we still believe)
In the dark we see
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, but still the dream is not enough
We dream in color
(guitar solo)
This is where it all comes down, this is where the truth is found
Someones gotta keep this dream alive
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, we dream of life!
We dream in color
We dream in color - we dream, yes we dream
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - and hold on to each other
We dream in color - lover to lover, sister to brother, we hold on
We dream in color
We dream in color - we dream
We dream in color - we dream...
song performed by by Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rainmaker
When I was wandering in the desert
And was searching for the truth
I heard a choir of angels calling out my name
I had the feeling that my life would never be the same again
I turned my face towards the barren sun
And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves
And the cracks in our lives like the cracks upon the ground
They are sealed and are now washed away
You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away
You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.....
And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves
And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives
They are sealed and now far away
You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away
You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.....
And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves
And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives
They are sealed and now far away
song performed by by Iron Maiden
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Living In Oz
Ever since I was a kid
I remember having dreams of grandeur
I was gonna be someone, I know what I want
Everybody played second best
And I held you back just like all the rest
I think I got what I want
Everybodys got to fight their demons
And you know I had to fight mine, too
It took a lot out of me, it took a lot out of you
To be living in oz, living in oz
Sometimes the dream can wake you
Living in oz, living in oz
Sometimes the dream can shock you, too
All the money that I spend on you
Doesnt mean a thing if the loves not true
Baby please, Ill get what you want
Cant you tell me you and me aint lost
I know what I did, I know what it cost
Now Im yours and Ive got what you want
All the fightin will have been for nothin
If at the end I cant have you
Ill throw it all away if thats what you want me to do
Living in oz, living in oz
Sometimes the dream can wake you
Living in oz, living in oz
Sometimes the dream can shake you, too
Funny how desire can burn you up inside
And make you commit emotional suicide
Everybodys got the desire to leave their mark
Some just do it over a trail of broken hearts
And all the people that protect and serve
Would disappear if the well dried up
Im thirsty for affection
Let me drink from your loving cup
Living in oz, living in oz
Sometimes the dream can shock you
Living in oz, living in oz
Sometimes the dream can rock you
Living in oz, living in oz
Sometimes the dream can shake you
Living in oz, living in oz
Sometimes the dream can wake you, too
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Living People
Wake up in the morning
Working all long day
Exhausted in the night
Going on routine everyday
Hey, that’s not the point of living
Try to earn money every month
Please everybody with fake smile
Fighting like hungry animal
Fix the problem that keeps coming
It’s just the way to survive the living
Dream out even the impossible
Do what you really desire
Learning things old and new
Make yourself happy and alive
Now here find the reason of your living
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Mothers Hair
One of your hairs fell out last night:
A piece of your life was gone without a sound.
I know a difficult day is coming,
My heart, pierced, utters a quiet cry.
Let my childhood smile again in the sun
And turn me into an innocent little head louse
So I can crawl through the jungle of your hair
And sing a song of darkness in its fragrance.
Under your fingernail-roof Ill sleep in my house;
In my black dream Ill water your black trees.
Ill pick black fruits, and hair-jungle bees
Will bring me black poems to be opened.
How will I live, without your hair?
How will I breathe, without its fragrance?
How will I survive, when I am discovered
By ghosts of wooden combs combing your hair?
Let me wear shows made of dawn-flowers
And crawl without a sound into your sleep.
Ill take the place of the hair that's gone
And sing of hair-clouds flying from night to day.
poem by Ovwigho Joseph Ovedje
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Presage
Standing over a presage I saw
an ocean carrying bodies cold
on jagged tide, occasionally colliding
and snapping joints like matchsticks
all in advanced riga state
stiff as smoked dry-iced...rising.
Could some I know be within my reach?
This I was thinking, as a telephone rang.
Oceans hold presage within their depths,
great epochs steering a world below land.
Breeding life, earth...housing the dead -
far deeper than those beneath carved stone.
I hear a voice cry that sounds too familiar,
then a chill of sudden still silence.
I awoke this morning to the sound of howling
and the gnashing of knuckles on broken glass,
a hideous scene to awaken to...and the news,
the news... made my stomach burn.
You drowned last night
in search of something.
We'll never know what,
we'll never know why.
I saw the ice, I shivered hard,
i leapt into the icy surf
through jagged blades
of cicled shard.
I saw your eyes
look back at mine;
I took your hand,
you smiled at me,
told me to leave
this abstract dream -
then said goodbye.
I awoke as you asked,
despite my fear...and presage
and here I stand afront your casket, closed -
asking myself so many strange questions;
questions that prompt no logical answers,
and all the while the scent of florals
penetrate my skin.
I walk outside, to light and take some drags
of deja-vu...as I exhale a curl of warm smoke.
And I don't understand,
dreams are very strange,
penetrating their visual impact
upon our Third-Eye,
echoing their message...their message.
I am not clairvoyant,
yet I swear on my soul
that I felt your hand,
wet....blue icy-cold;
heard your voice
summon me
you were okay.
Omen, presage....merely a dream?
Still You're Gone.
FjR
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Wild Sex (In The Working Class)
I work so hard trying to make a few buck
I pass the hours in a dream
The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose
Theres only one thing keeps me on my feet
Bridge
I may be greasing the wheels in a noisy factory
I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me
Of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound
Chorus
Wild sex in the working class
After five its a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
Thinking of your warm skin
While I touch cold steel
The days go by to the pounding beat
My back is aching so bad
But Im grinning inside
Thinking of you keeps me on my feet
Bridge
Chorus
I work so hard Im thinking of you
I work so hard but Im thinking of you
I work so hard
Chorus
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Wild Sex
I work so hard trying to make a few buck
I pass the hours in a dream
The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose
There's only one thing keeps me on my feet
Bridge
I may be greasing the wheels in a noisy factory
I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
Just reminds me
Of bodies in motion
The sweat and the sound
Chorus
Wild sex in the working class
After five it's a gas
Wild sex in the working class
Counting minutes gonna get home fast
Thinking of your warm skin
While i touch cold steel
The days go by to the pounding beat
My back is aching so bad
But i'm grinning inside
Thinking of you keeps me on my feet
Bridge
Chorus
I work so hard i'm thinking of you
I work so hard but i'm thinking of you
I work so hard
Chorus
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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How Wide The Dawn
How wide the Dawn
Is smiling!
How silent-new
The air is breathing!
How raw the sea
Without a wave
Is looking!
And in the night –
Id est last night
How strange
The owl chanteth!
How far, how far
Its cry did seem
And yet
It was so near!
How thrilled the tree
Below my lighted window
And in the night
The solemn night
The owl was still a-calling
To spirits wild
Perhaps
Or long white ghosts
Perhaps!
And in the eyes
Of the pale moon
The lake nearby glistened:
How white
How thin
The rays that fall
In midst of the dark waters!
And from the lake
A soundless sound
Is coming:
For in the waves
And from the waves
There comes a little gurgling
And in the night
In the long night
The owl is speaking, speaking!
Ah! this night – in the night
The people in the house
Are all a-sleeping
I – only I
The vigil, the night-vigil
Am making:
And I
And only I
Will my reward receive
For I
And only I
Am seeing
For I
And only I
Am hearing
And I
And only I
Am feeling!
How strange how sere
The feeling!
How from the clear night
The mist of sudden riseth!
And from afar
Past ten long fields
The cemetery is burning
With the pale light
Of the swift moon
That fall
On every wall
This long, long night!
It seems
It seems
That the cemetery’s open:
And yet
And yet
There is no noise
No sound
But from the yews
A soundless sound
Is coming:
A restless sound
Like souls
This night all-aching
And restless
Restless
At some thing
I am not hearing!
Ha! We on earth
Make prisons
And lodge
Bodies – human bodies in them:
And we on earth
Make cemeteries
And lodge
Bodies – human bodies in them
And the long night
Under the light
Of heaven
How waning-blue
And tight
Is coming!
So:
At long last
We fall into a prison
If not the one
In fine to the other
And at the last
And in the last
We enter our last prison:
And in the night
The long and lonely night
The cemetery is shining!
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Dark writing....
Dark shadows sneak under the door
As I keep writing these dark lyrics more
Of a nature that's not evil or unkind
Rather of disturbing thoughts in my mind.
They say for everything bad it's found
Something good it has to come around
The weather wouldn't be pleasant if wasn't for the rain
These feelings wouldn't exist if it wasn't for the pain.
I'm doing a storm in a cup of water to prepare
Meanwhile around people don't even care
I pray for my life to not end before these stanzas
But mindlessly I write and write looking for the answers.
My cold dark poems are everywhere
Floating around in the midnight air
Listen, closely you have no choice
These dark words, my deep voice.
Where the world is falling apart,
There lies a dark poem of the heart
Dark poems tell the darkest lines
They make you hear their shrieking cries.
Hold dearly onto your ravaged soul;
Don't find you've let life take its toll
Youll find my dark poems are everywhere
Read them, like them, if you dare….
I am the shadow hiding in the dark
The evil sounds that wake you in the night
I'm a shadow lurking in the dark
Because still it always feels so right
So I write my shadowy poems line by line
But I'm constantly over looked
My brain is fried down to the spine
And my broken heart is cooked
I'm left only with part of a heart
That will never again beat
I'm the one person
No one has to meet
I am a shadow lurking in the dark
Writing my poems so deep
Whispering my words so stark
Pray your soul to keep…
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Two Different People
Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Asymmetry
Nothing torments
like a traffic jam on a freeway
with all lanes coming jam-packed
to a sudden halt,
big trucks grinding down gears
with swaying wagons as they brake,
the idiot on crack cocaine
that tries to overtake being trapped
by oncoming traffic
and then tries to swerve in
where there is no space
and out of the blue
very important persons arrive
and are being escorted in a convoy
which manages to past
with flashing police lights
while you are stuck.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Original Sin
(a farriss & m hutchence)
You might know of the original sin
And you might know how to play with fire
But did you know of the murder committed
In the name of love-yeah
You thought what a pity
Dream on white boy
Dream on black girl
And wake up to a brand new day
To find your dreams have washed away
There was a time when I did not care
And there was a time when the facts did stare
There is a dream and its held by many
Well Im sure you had to see
Its open arms
Dream on white boy
Dream on black girl
And wake up to a brand new day
Dream on black boy
Dream on white girl
Then wake up to a brand new day
song performed by by INXS
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You Dream Flat Tires
It came to pass
Like lightening striking from above
Electric flash
Just like lightening striking from above
Struck by precious love
Precious, precious love
So hopeless and so inspired
Why do you dream flat tires
When you dream flat tires?
You dream flat tires
With a jack and a spare youre there
Trying to get to where love is
Coming in on a wing and a prayer
Trying to get to where love is
cause love is precious love
You said it was precious
When first you felt my fire
Before you dreamed flat tires
You dreamed flat tires
You dream flat tires
Woman she bounce back easy
But a man could break both his legs
Are you telling me that to tease me?
Or just to hear me beg
Please dont go!
Cause I know that you love me
But, when are you going to let love be
Just a vague flirtation
Or extra special company?
cause love is precious love
Everybody knows its precious
When first they feel that fire
Before they dream flat tires
They dream flat tires
They dream flat tires
Woman she bounce back easy
But a man could break both his legs
Do you tell me that to tease me
Or just to hear me beg
Please dont be cold
I know that you love me
But, what are you going to let love do?
(flat tires, love, love is precious, flat tires,
Love, love is precious, flat tires, love,
Love is precious)
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Whisper In The Night!
this world no longer black and white,
maybe it never should have been.
i've always seen colors, and shades,
hints and hues...
people have always been people.
different colors, different faiths,
different thoughts...
all sit down to eat!
love and shelter,
and a loaf of bread.
all whisper in the night,
to lovers and gods.
the sound of the whip
offensive to all!
the smell of sweat and blood,
the sound of bare human feet...
all whisper in the night,
to lovers and demons!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I dream of...
I dream of a place up above called heaven
I dream of a place where I can rest forever
Where I can be with my family as a kid
Caring about nothing but mom's kiss
And dad's hug
Where I can be the tomboy, spending time with my adorable brothers
I dream of leaving this world peacefully
Forgiven by god and secondly by people
I dream of a reputation that would nourish life after I'm gone
I dream of millions of people coming to my funeral
I dream of an imaginary world emptied of hatred and estrangement
I dream of a windy weather, cold yet does not make me cough
I dream of a time when I can laugh non stop with the people I love the most without having a tragedy later that would make me regret
I dream of a time when I finally settle down somewhere comfortable 100% sure I will never leave
Please god, these are my dreams for once and for all
These all I wish for
If i had one reason to stay,
It would be to obey
And here I am asking for your forgiveness,
And asking you to take my soul whenever you think I'm ready
poem by Zubaida Boland
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Fairies
They are formed with affection,
They are formed by a small child,
They are formed by a lone mind,
Now they start to fill the skies,
Life recovers from the cold,
Dancing amongst the blossom,
They're wherever we don't look,
Hiding from our prying eyes,
Life gets scorched by the cruel sun,
Dancing in the warm night breeze,
They scamper from human sounds,
Hiding from our prying eyes,
Life prepares for the darkness,
Dancing on dying leaves,
They're nowhere that we can find,
Hiding from our prying eyes,
Life is sleeping through the cold,
Dancing on the icy mist,
They find solace when alone,
Hiding from our prying eyes,
They are killed with denial,
They are killed by a small child,
They are killed with a glass jar,
Until they are almost gone.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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