Decline
naked along the side of the house,
8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
over my body, Jesus, have I come
to this?
I once battled in dark alleys for a
laugh.
now I'm not laughing.
I splash myself with oil and wonder,
how many years do you want?
how many days?
my blood is soiled and a dark
angel sits in my brain.
things are made of something and
go to nothing.
I understand the fall of cities, of
nations.
a small plane passes overhead.
I look upward as if it made sense to
look upward.
it's true, the sky has rotted:
it won't be long for any of
us.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Song From An American Movie Pt 2
Sometimes I get to a point where
I don't give a damn about
anything...anymore
Sometimes I get to a point where
I feel numb and I just don't care
Sometimes I feel like I just
don't care
I sit in my car
and listen to the radio
I think about the past
and it seems so long ago
I know the pain
is slowly going to fade
This life is going to get better
(Things are going to be better)
I wait until
my ex-wife has gone away
I walk around the house
Getting lost inside the old day
I see a picture where
everybody's smiling...
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost
and I don't know why
Sometimes I want to get lost
and I don't know why
(Sometimes I want to get lost
and dream for a while)
Waiting for my little girl
Waiting on the school bus
We're going to the movies
Yeah just the two of us
Sit inside the dark and dream
for awhile
Our life is going to get better
(Yeah it's going to be better)
I wake up weird
in the middle of the night
I walk the floor
until my mind gets right
I think about the past
and it makes me want to cry
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost in the dark
and dream for awhile
Just sit inside a dark room
and dream for awhile
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Alive and happy in
the summertime
I am just like everyone I know
I am afraid of things that I
don't know
I am afraid of ever really
being alone
I want to find myself a brand
new heart
I want to find a girl
and make a brand new start
I want to find a girl and get lost
in the dark
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Through the window of a
summer night
I sit alone in the backyard
Wishing I could be inside
Just the sound of my
little girl laughing
Makes me happy just to be alive
Sometimes I am happy
just to be alive
song performed by by Everclear
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Song From An American Movie Pt. I
Sometimes I get to a point where
I don't give a damn about
anything...anymore
Sometimes I get to a point where
I feel numb and I just don't care
Sometimes I feel like I just
don't care
I sit in my car
and listen to the radio
I think about the past
and it seems so long ago
I know the pain
is slowly going to fade
This life is going to get better
(Things are going to be better)
I wait until
my ex-wife has gone away
I walk around the house
Getting lost inside the old day
I see a picture where
everybody's smiling...
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost
and I don't know why
Sometimes I want to get lost
and I don't know why
(Sometimes I want to get lost
and dream for a while)
Waiting for my little girl
Waiting on the school bus
We're going to the movies
Yeah just the two of us
Sit inside the dark and dream
for awhile
Our life is going to get better
(Yeah it's going to be better)
I wake up weird
in the middle of the night
I walk the floor
until my mind gets right
I think about the past
and it makes me want to cry
I know...
I got to keep it on the inside
I want to get lost
from my life sometimes
Sit on the side
and watch the world go by
I want to get lost in the dark
and dream for awhile
Just sit inside a dark room
and dream for awhile
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Alive and happy in
the summertime
I am just like everyone I know
I am afraid of things that I
don't know
I am afraid of ever really
being alone
I want to find myself a brand
new heart
I want to find a girl
and make a brand new start
I want to find a girl and get lost
in the dark
The only thing that ever makes
sense to me
Is the words to a song from
an American movie
The only thing that ever made
sense in my life
Is the sound of my
little girl laughing
Through the window of a
summer night
I sit alone in the backyard
Wishing I could be inside
Just the sound of my
little girl laughing
Makes me happy just to be alive
Sometimes I am happy
just to be alive
song performed by by Everclear
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Angel Eyes
Those eyes of an angel
Made strangers feel easy
In the dark irises
Goodness lived completly
Those eyes of an angel
Made heaven's wonders collide
Radiated the sun
Oh, those angel eyes!
Those eyes of an angel
Complimented her dark hair
The coils and strands
Drew in many a stare
Those eyes of an angel
Were so often understood
And I stared at them so long
Before they closed for good
Those eyes of an angel
Pierced my soul to its core
And though I'd stare for hours
I'd want to see them more
And still I dream of their dark streams
That never relvealed their end
I mourn and pray that one day
My eyes find hers again
Though mine aren't as beautiful
I inherited them, I see
Oh, but I miss those angel eyes
That use to stare at me
poem by Whitney Albright
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The Human Eye
God made the eye-
An extension of brain:
To see the beauty of all things,
He made.
God made the eye-
The mirror of the brain:
To show the mind’s beauty
Within.
God made the eye-
A camera:
To picture Nature’s lively snaps,
For man.
God made the eye-
A receiver:
To gather photic stimuli
For thought.
God made the eye-
Lovely:
To give expression to the face
Of man.
God made the eye-
For sight:
To perceive what the environs
Can give.
God made the eye-
For knowing world of good and bad:
To walk the roads in Heaven’s light,
On earth.
God made the eye-
For seeing light in dark alleys:
To look before one leaps in life
On earth.
God made the eye-
With two fine lids:
To prevent vice
From reaching mind.
God made the eye-
To see and feel:
The Omniscient Lord
Of creation.
God made the eye-
To know His love
And mercy great:
For man and beast.
God made the eye-
To see the light
Of Godliness
On earth’s terrain.
God made the eye-
To choose the road
That leads to Hell
Or to Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-22-2008
poem by John Celes
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Angel With A Dark Side
I like to imagine how you really are—
An Angel with a dark side—Mysterious and—
Heavenly— yet dressed in black—with—an—
Affinity for things that go bump in the night.
True beauty in the Flesh—my Dark Angel—
Not sent from up above to save humanity—
Just to save me—and heal yourself in the process—
Real Angels are not dressed in white with a
Golden Halo around their heads—I have seen—
A Real Angel—they are dressed in Black and have—
Tattoos and piercings—more beautiful than the Angels
That the fairy tales speak of—A real Angel has felt hurt—
And happiness—and battles demons on a daily basis—
Angels are a rarity—the real ones are anyway—
But—an Angel with a Dark side—Is the Rarest of
All Angels—The Darker her wings—the more pain and
Hurt and love and happiness she can feel—because a real
Angel—with a Dark Side—is one that has been to Hell and back—
That's how she earned her Wings—if you are ever lucky enough
To catch an Angel—with a Dark Side—love them—they are special!
poem by Dougie Fresh
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In The Dark
Make me fumble
Make me fall
Make my heart stop and start
To tremble uncontrollably
Let my eyes see fear make desire
Keep those who long apart
Forbid the kiss
And leave us innocent
Of the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Make me remember
Make me forget
Make my mind unable
To force the body to do its will
Let it be right for belief and denial
To share a space in the heart and leave us only to imagine
About the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Make me pretend
Make me expect
Things can go and come to pass
Without trial or tribulation
Let this life space and time
Leave my body with permanent marks
Faded scars and lines
But not a single impression
Of the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Let me be tempted
Let me be torn
But make my thoughts pure and not
Morally corrupt in form
Let us sleep tonight
Let innocence lie in our dreams and secret hearts
With burning desire
A need to know and do
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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My Own Angel, Whom God Sent For Me
My very own Angel
One so specially made for me
Made so perfectly by the Almighty
When i look into his eyes
i know there is a God who loves me
Made an angel just for me
His hair is dark and fine
wings so bright white
strong enough to fend off evil
God must've known, He had to
that i would fall in love
with my own angel
His wings which i can see
for miles away in the darkest cave
is always right beside me
whenever evil comes this way
im never the slightest afriad
Because i know he's always here
ready to fight for me
for my soul to reach heaven
so we can be together
not as human and angel
--But-
as ANGEL and ANGEL!
poem by Bellaina Bella Hernandez
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Teleman, viola concerto
We were three close
Friends
When we were young
We go to a river
At the back
Of our house
There is a big
Plank of driftwood
And we all ride
On it as though
It were a big
Boat and our
Hands are paddles
We sail
And we laugh
The place
Is off limits
For us children
In fact
Father says
Beware
A big crocodile
Lives there
And swallows
A child in whole
We did not take
Heed
We are the
Hardheaded
Children and this
Something
Traumatic
On that river
At the back of
The house
Where the
Big plank
Of wood which
We ride on
Carried us
All laughing
To the other
Side
Only the two
Of us
Survived
What we heard
Was only a
Splash
And the river
Was staining
The color
Of blood
It was the splash
That swallowed
My hardheaded
Youth.
I remember
This teleman
Viola concerto
A burial
Without a
Dead body
Twas a simple
Floating of
A candle boat
On the river
And then
All the violins
And the viola
Sounded to the
Cry of the mother
Who never
Believed my
Story of a splash.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fickle One
My eyes went away from me
Following a dark girl who went by.
She was made of black motherofpearl
Made of darkpurple grapes,
And she lashed my blood
With her tail of fire.
After them all I go.
A pale blonde went by
Like a golden plant
Swaying her gifts.
And my mouth went
Like a wave
Discharging on her breast
Lightningbolts of blood.
After them all I go.
But to you, without my moving,
Without seeing you, distant you,
Go my blood and my kisses,
My dark one and my fair one,
My broad one and my slender one,
My ugly one, my beauty,
Made of all the gold
And of all the silver,
Made of all the wheat
And of all the earth,
Made of all the water
Of sea waves,
Made for my arms
Made for my kisses,
Made for my soul.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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My Stairway
MY STAIRWAY
There is a stairway
In my mind
Spiraling upward-
Ever Upward.
Upon my journey-
I sometimes tire
And must
Stop to rest.
At times,
I fall back a step
Or two,
But always,
I look upward
As I travel
On my journey.
Upward, I travel,
On that spiraling
Staircase-
Toward a reward.
The reward
Our Heavenly Father
Has promised
So long ago.
Just the twinkling
Of an eye.
A whole lifetime
for you and me.....
Only an instant
In Eternity............
author: Carolyn Ford Witt
3-25-1980
By Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Mimis House
I remember many times when I was just a child,
How I played in that old house upon the farm.
With rocking chairs and squeaky stairs, all pieces of her world,
And a fire in her room to keep us warm.
cause no one is a stranger in mimis house,
cause love has made his home there in her heart.
And shes got that infectious way of laughing right out loud
That takes away my pain and lights the dark.
And now were not as young as when I played there all the time,
And the visits seemed too scarce and far between,
But life goes on at mimis house, and in my mind Im there,
With a fire in her room to keep us warm.
cause no one is a stranger in mimis house,
cause love has made his home there in her heart.
And shes got that infectious way of laughing right out loud
That takes away my pain and lights the dark.
And when I stop and think of how shes aging,
Growing strong and graceful in her god.
Well, you know it takes my fear away from aging;
She seems to know the secret that well never be apart.
cause no one is a stranger in mimis house,
cause love has made his home there in her heart.
And shes got that infectious way of laughing right out loud
That takes away my pain and lights the dark.
Yes, shes got that infectious way of laughing right out loud
That takes away my pain and lights the dark.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Butterfly Angel's Angel
I met someone somewhere out there
One angel, with eyes that dare
I saw him sent from the sky
Oh, he’s an angel, an angel of a butterfly
Dark angel, cricket angel, my only angel
You had no idea what is heaven and what is hell
Gazing into your blue eyes when we first met
Wow, I knew then, you were a heaven sent
Dark angel, you are a white angel
You lighted my path when dark days prevail
Now I know, you didn’t walk away
Stay with me, is all I pray
Dark angel, oh my angel
Cover me, fly beside me
I love you, I need you with me
All I wanted is only you and me
I love you
-your butterfly angel-
poem by Tough Angel fly purple butterfly fly
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Dark Angel, Faith's Angel
i was lost and alone, as I always am,
no one's around me nor understands
no one seems to care
I am waiting til it comes
they say its okay
and love me in some way
But just when I trust to love,
they forget what they say
i held the knife so close
as tears fall mixed with blood with purpose
began to fall slowly and lose
like a crazy crying dead rose
i put the knife away and tried to wipe the blood,
that ran faster than I can describe.
an angel tapped my back
i saw him with wide open heart
thank you angel, my dear angel love
you took me out of the dark
and bring back my soul
you are angel, you are my all
- i love u my dark angel -
poem by Tough Angel fly purple butterfly fly
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Dark Side Of The Moon
Every night we dream of things
half of them we never remember,
but our dreams are only things
our brain is sorting out
what it wants to remember.
The rest are left to visit
the dark side of the moon.
When love comes to us
with all its frills and froth,
then departs with broken hearts.
We always like to remember
the thrill of its coming
and the sadness of parting
is sent to the dark side of the moon.
As with everything in our lives,
we tend to want to forget
we package them together
and parcel them away.
Then on an appropriate day we send them,
on their way to
the dark side of the moon.
The dark side of the moon
where all discarded dreams go.
The dark side of the moon
is where old love letters stray,
to stay forever and a day
on the dark side of the moon.
26 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Negro Mother
Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order that the race might live and grow.
Look at my face -- dark as the night --
Yet shining like the sun with love's true light.
I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea
Carrying in my body the seed of the free.
I am the woman who worked in the field
Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield.
I am the one who labored as a slave,
Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave --
Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too.
No safety , no love, no respect was I due.
Three hundred years in the deepest South:
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth .
God put a dream like steel in my soul.
Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal.
Now, through my children, young and free,
I realized the blessing deed to me.
I couldn't read then. I couldn't write.
I had nothing, back there in the night.
Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears,
But I kept trudging on through the lonely years.
Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun,
But I had to keep on till my work was done:
I had to keep on! No stopping for me --
I was the seed of the coming Free.
I nourished the dream that nothing could smother
Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother.
I had only hope then , but now through you,
Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true:
All you dark children in the world out there,
Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair.
Remember my years, heavy with sorrow --
And make of those years a torch for tomorrow.
Make of my pass a road to the light
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night.
Lift high my banner out of the dust.
Stand like free men supporting my trust.
Believe in the right, let none push you back.
Remember the whip and the slaver's track.
Remember how the strong in struggle and strife
Still bar you the way, and deny you life --
But march ever forward, breaking down bars.
Look ever upward at the sun and the stars.
Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers
Impel you forever up the great stairs --
For I will be with you till no white brother
Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Voice Of Night
voice....voice of night
in the dark forest
walk by the fear
shadow of trees
the blood curdling masks
for the forest
laughing....
voice of Animals
werewolf in the dark
eyes look at me
side by side
walk with me
walk in the dark forest
shine...
I run, run
for free
shine, , , ,
voices...
werewolfs chace behinde me
scream...
free
shine
runaway,
run
shine
fear
I yelling
werewolfs laughing
voice of happy
cry of fears
shine
free
white stone front me
freedom is only hallucination
freedom is only mirage
freedom is dead end
werewolfs.....
laughing.....
aggress to me
I fear
I cry
My tears in the eart
I look at sky
sky is dark
sky is cloudly
tears....dark rains
I laughing....laughing....laughing
disembowel... .
blood....
dismember
werewolfs...
vo ice of night
howler in the forest
dark sky
freedom
red stone was stone of freedom
die for freedom
die....
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Who Made The Law ?
Who made the Law that men should die in shadows ?
Who spake the word that blood should splash in lanes ?
Who gave it forth that gardens should be bone-yards ?
Who spread the hills with flesh, and blood, and brains ?
Who made the Law ?
Who made the Law that Death should stalk the village ?
Who spake the word to kill among the sheaves,
Who gave it forth that death should lurk in hedgerows,
Who flung the dead among the fallen leaves ?
Who made the Law ?
But who made the Law ? the Trees shall whisper to him:
'See, see the blood - the splashes on our bark !'
Walking the meadows, he shall hear bones crackle,
And fleshless mouths shall gibber in silent lanes at dark.
Who made the Law ? At noon upon the hillside
His ears shall hear a moan, his cheeks shall feel a breath,
And all along the valleys, past gardens, croft, and homesteads,
HE who made the Law,
He who made the Law,
He who made the Law
shall walk along with Death.
WHO made the Law ?
poem by Leslie Coulson
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Since I Have Felt The Sense Of Death
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
And death forever at my side—
Oh, how the world has opened wide
Since I have felt the sense of death!
My hours are jewels that I spend,
For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have looked on that black night—
My inmost brain is fierce with light
Since I have felt the sense of death.
O dark, that made my eyes to see!
O death, that gave my life to me!
poem by Helen Hoyt
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Jesus's Angel
Ascending from Heaven
Protecting every person
Making sure all Hell doesn't break loose -
I guess I'm the one who has to choose.
Wings spread out far
Shining like a star
Just another Angel doing her part
Doing what's right from the start.
As I am the Angel to protect one another
But it's not my fault if one doesn't go away forever
I'm here to end the fight
So that, that person can sleep at night.
But with all of the Angel's surrounding ocean to ocean
It's not our motion
To take away the life of another
So you can be happy as we feel guilty forever.
We are the Guarding Angel's sent from Heaven
Choosing to end a person
One with a life whom may now be miserable
But they were the one's to choose to be non-honorable.
Myself, indeed has made mistakes throughout the journey's life has taken me
Walking along the empty road as I've made wise and deep conclusions as I make myself see
But now; I am Jesus's Angel - doing my part to not make a dumb decision to decide
For whether to make my Angel wings of the color of faded black, or to at least hide.
But as Jesus's Angel, I am bound to keep my promise
To stay as a Goddess
To become a Dark Angel whom is from the Darkness
To pick out what used to be a white rose, but now red because of the blood of the demons.
I am what you can call; The Angel From Above
Looking down on the wrongs of life - to love
Creating a gap in the world between good and bad
But becoming a Dark Angel, I'm both - to become the sad.
I do not create destruction
But rainbow colors come out of my fingertips as if I'm Tritan, King of the Ocean -
I help protect the innocent
From the past, future, and present.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Departure
So long old friend,
It has been fun
But my work here is done.
To watch you grow
And get to know
The man you have become.
Wherever you walk
And whenever you talk
Part of me is there.
And wherever I go
You too should know
That a part of you I share.
The part of you that made me laugh
Through all the memories we have.
The things that made us mad
The pain that made us cry
Yet, alas, old friend
It is time for me to say goodbye.
Now, we part in separate ways
And with others spend our latter days.
Still in your wealthy memory
Let others see that part of me;
The part of me you'll always have,
The part of me that made you laugh.
Fate has made us one somehow,
It is she who separates us now.
In time you'll see, much of you is me
Our friendship thus was true
And before I go, the world will know
How much of me is you.
poem by Dipti Date Gokhale
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