If Death Does Not Come
If death does not come from Terror
We may succumb eventually from fear
Or from stress due to stupid human error
(Whatever did we do to deserve this?)
All the intelligence is hilariously absent
Maxwell Smart could have done quite well!
Millions of scanners now present
Even your hemorrhoids they can tell.
If death does not come from Terror
Imagination can kill faster than man
The mind can produce visual horrors
In the meantime: 'Yes we scan! '
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Racism has a human heart....
Racism has a human heart,
An artery of cruelty & death,
It has blood of anger, & evil…,
Has a force of pain & antipathy.
Racism has a human mind….
An Intellect of terror & delusion,
Has an emotion of extreme savage
Imagination of vile ideas, macabre.
Racism has a human mouth,
It has tongue of torture, depravity,
Many teeth of brutal incision & kill
Has a lip of sorrow, hate & death.
JOHN NELSON 4-Mar-09
poem by John G. Nelson
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Terror-struck?
When terror strikes your very doors,
Unleashing deaths like ‘bolts from blue’,
And taking all by surprise too,
Just ask yourself why this happens?
When terror struck your neighbor’s doors,
And you defended militants,
Not bringing them to justice fast –
God measures you in like measure?
No sane of hearts will terrorize!
No human beings good will kill;
No hate-less souls can kill by scores;
All those on earth must love brethren.
Death is the same that comes to all;
Death is tragic when premature;
Death of children is heinous crime;
Just evil minds car-bomb brothers!
Terrorists cause panic, chaos;
Terrorists spread fear through bullets;
Terrorists gain, when we divide;
No God will support evil-minds!
Let world unite to fight terror!
Let none protect a terrorist;
Let lives of citizens be safe;
Let’s value lives across the globe!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-17-2009
poem by John Celes
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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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Rotting Ways
Terror fills My mind
Cannot prevent what's mine (revenge was mine)
Silence life thats...
Fearing the souls of fate
Death decides rotting ways
Rotting Ways
Fear of death the signs from below
Rotting Ways
...
The fear has come beyond the rotting ways
Now the time writes down the days
They're coming for the glory of the kill without a sound
Mystery... back into the ground
Terror fills My mind
Cannot prevent what's mine (revenge was mine)
Silence life thats...
Fearing the souls of fate
Death decides rotting ways
song performed by by Obituary
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The City Sings the Song of Death
The City sings the song of Death
Death that roams in the streets
Fearless and merciless, its hands smeared with blood
Its clothes drenched, its desire insatiable
It yearns for more bodies, for more and more
And yet more
The City sings the song of Death
A song whose tragic pitch would scare of birds
Were they to listen to its harrowing cadence
A song that makes babies cry and disturbs the old
A song that is sung by every one who lives in the city of Death
In fear, in pain, in terror
For Death itself has come to life
For Death itself, unchained and unchecked, roams around freely
Who shall now question Death?
The City sings the song of Death
My City sings the song of Death
I too sing the song of Death
And so do the millions that live with me
In the City of Death
poem by Abdul Samad
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The mighty coward
He was called the king of zanga,
his physique so built he's glaring with danger.
He lost his banter, now frowning with fire
his eyes red and strong, he's glowing with anger.
He found great pleasure in oppressing the weak,
they tremble in fear, for he threatens to kill.
He was seen as a mighty warlord,
for he was good with the sword.
He goes all over impossing fear.
wherever he goes, he lives a sign of death.
His palace is filled with skulls
of those slain by his sword,
and he smiles with bliss after tasting their blood.
But soon after, his rulling days were ended
for he became a coward in the sight of death.
He lost courage at the battle field,
his hands trembling, losing his sword.
His mighty heart had fled,
his terror rage quenched.
He saw a warrior like beast and was scared
trying to run, his head was cut off from his neck.
Now the great terror is no more,
for hiss terror days was ended on the battle field.
The mighty warrioir died a mighty coward,
for his fear got him slain by that warrior like beast.
poem by Randy Micheal
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Sinner's Visit from Death
Whence the reek, the sombre clouds?
Those of billows gargantuan;
Of storms immense, blushing black,
Wishing sought of me to assess?
And have I passed? I have?
Hence I hear a knock on oak;
Unwelcomed, dullened cloak
Flowing dourly - it was a bitter breeze.
‘Have you mulled my sins? ' I ask.
‘Have you seen my impotence -
Though observe destruction at mine hands?
Forgive me, I am but Man.'
‘And are not sinners forgiven? ' I excuse,
‘Hence forgiveness avoids me of Hell?
Must my Demons of Sin revisit eternally
And reflect back on me to suffer well
The synergy of vengeance and wrath?
Are you not now pitying of my terror?
See my withering, regretful flesh -
Feel you not my tardy repentance? '
But Death just focused his stare,
That which pierced my pulseless heart,
For I was empty of remorse in all my years.
He knew that - and led me away.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Let it Kill
let it kill me and if it doesnt let it try again and again and again till i die, then let it try again and again and finally let it kill me if not then let it try again till i die of pain cause this pain i cannot take, so let it kill until i feel death creep up the corner, let me die with honor or without it just let me die, so let it kill me again and again and if not let it try until i die, for this life i cannot take i have lost all faith so just let me die, let it try to kill me dont set me free come on kill me i refuse mercy or sympathy all i want is death so please let it kill let it send me to death as fast as things go past, let it kill, let it destroy my soul and leave it not whole for i want death, i want death again i say i want death let it kill and if not let it kill again and again till death is all that remain, let it kill
poem by Adens Kamwi
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Let each of us light a candle against terror
Let each of us light a candle
On the evening of 26 November
Against terror
That burnt Mumbai
The same day last year
And had been a threat to
The very human race
For decades now
While earlier terror attacks
Were just strikes
The 26th November Mumbai episode
Was indeed a war and battle
War of fanaticism on innocence
War of rage on democratic thinking
War of so called faith on peace
Will lighting a candle
Wipe off the terror
Equipped with bullets, rockets and grenades
Yes, it will
As your lighting a candle
Is going to bring destructive mind blocks
To the glowing brilliance
Of wisdom
And make such terror drawn minds
Realize that the
Ultimate winner is
Human love and kindness
Your lighting a candle
Sends a message to terror
That it is an error
On their part to think
That terror will only rule the world
But the fact is
What rules and unites the world
Why the world only, the entire universe is
Human love and kindness
Let the number of candles lit
Be as many as
The number of people living on this earth
And elsewhere in other planets
Let that number outnumber
The total number of fatal weapons
Held by our terrorist friends
(I do not want them to be branded as foes)
And any others in the world
Let your lighting
Unite not only the peace loving people
But also bring into our loving fold
The terrorists with a changed mindset
Longing for peaceful co-existence
Of the entire human race
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Billionth Abortion
We are being subdued as if meant to stay silent.
The deed is done and cannot be undone.
Let's just move on, forget it ever happened.
Crush the conscience as if the child within.
Dismiss the sin, call it human error...
Or human terror...
Has it finally come to this?
Man can go to the moon...
Yet can kill his own son...
He can give him up to strangers
And stranglers...
What use is romantic love
If it can roam to death?
What use is St Valentine's Day
If the baby dies on April the first?
And what use is marriage
If it offers lifelong friendship
But ends in eternal shame?
God forbid that I fall in love
Yet to no useful purpose...
Smothered with kisses
Yet later smothered in blood.
I want to sleep at night
With peace in my heart
Not tears in my eyes...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Death, Death And Death
I see the death everyday
Death in relations
Death in religion and faith
Death of man in man
Everyday, everywhere, every moment
Death, death and death.
I experience the death around me
Millions and billions of ceremonies
The smoke on maps of mankind
Death in temple and streets
Death in clubs and parties
Death, death and death.
I foresee the death of humanity
Harassment, discrimination and hatred
Death in purity and sacredness
Death in broken mirrors and home
Death in king, death in masses
Death, death and death.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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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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The Kiss ……………….
Words were unable to explain
the darkness of unholy marriage,
of terror with chrysanthemum.
And bullet did not know the target
it flew on command to kill the smell of a man.
My song now hangs like a dirty laundry
on the wall of peace.
Death of green eyes, must come in few days.
The lamps will mourn for the light.
I wonder sometimes, when time comes
How I will kiss the death
And how death will embrace me.
poem by Satish Verma
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Among Death
We walk among death
As death walks among us
Silence between us
Life within us
Death shows no fear
Yet we fear for our lives
We walk together
Through memories into the future
And we shall forever walk with death
On a path to immortality
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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What Is Death
death is love,
death is peace,
death is all the non-violent things around you,
death will hunt,
death will kill,
death is a fallin' angel,
death is what you will receive,
death is all around you,
death is love,
death is peace,
death is the killing angel of peace,
death will take every last soul,
death will vanish the day we leave,
you can run but you can from death,
he will find you no matter where you go,
death hunt by fear,
death is love,
death is peace,
death is all round.
poem by Jaqualen Roberts
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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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O life O death 1
Truth hanged on the wall,
Nails of evil secured, horrer
Wall clock running reverse to fall,
Stood I, infront of a miracle mirror/
Life on the stake of honesty,
Slipped on the hot frying pan, fish tasty
Crispy, crimpy, heartily loved by all
Ah: Honesty is the best policy, A false call! //
What death if life is useless!
What life if death is useless!
What tongue if word not spells
Heart is a hut where love dwells//
Unfrozen region of my mind
Where truth hid shivering
Bright starry stormy eyes
Under the evil coverings//
Should I shout unto death?
O Life! O Death! I wrapped with terror
Why humanity survives under the Mask?
Why religion is wrapped with terror? //
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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The Fear
And now my love the terror
Is surrounding everything
Even the red wheelbarrow
The trembling of the sky
In the rising heat of fire
Fear of the recession
Sleep-walking off the cliff
Fear of a new rainbow
With nothing at the end of it
Fear of blackened rivers
Return of the sickness
Fear of everyone else's fear
As they patrol the stage
Bars raised on the cage
By their fear of change
Fear of the Israelis
And the brown girl on the train
Fear of Ms America
And what she's doing to her face
Self - immolation
Self - mutilation
Bearing arms and burning hearts
Terror of intelligence
Allergic to complexion
Fear indeed of anyone
Living without fear
Fear as fever, fear as balm
His excuse to minimise
The meaning of ideas
Fear to stand stock still
And run from every fear
Fear is here but I
Myself am different now
I have changed my shape
From the inside to the out
A shell that hides on shore
As camouflage, I dive
Under the surface of seabed
When the tide pulls back
At the command of fear
He no longer sees me here
Through prison walls I slide
I am man no more
I am liquid in my shell
Viscous, moist and free to run
And fear cannot find his mark
To enter anywhere.
poem by Frank Bana
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Stupid Mop
Don't you want people to love you
My spanking that's the only thing I want so much
Spanking that's the only thing I want so much
That's the only thing I want so much
Don't you want people to love you
My spanking that's the only thing I want so much
That's the only thing I want so much
Why is that better than being hugged
Why is that better than being hugged
Because you get closer to the person
Closer to the person
Why is that better than being hugged
Because you get closer to the person
Closer to the person
Just like a person having sex feels cared for
We wanna be loved so we have sex together
And they feel loved about that
And this is the way it makes me feel loved
I want it I dream about it I think about it I want it
Just like a girl wants sex with a boy you know
It's the way I'll always be probably
My last one was born in the system
See they're stupid very stupid those people over there
They're stupid
These people are so below mentality honest to God really
You know what I mean he got the nerve to bug me (x2)
This mentality honest to God really
You know what I mean he got the nerve to bug me
Honest to God really
You know what I mean he got the nerve to bug me
Bug me bug me he got the nerve to bug me
Everything seems so eight ball (x2)
And I I don't know if that's my imagination but umm
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me
And I don't know if that's my imagination but umm
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me (x2)
Think they got me
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me hmm
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me
Know if that's my imagination but umm
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me
She prides herself on her cleaning habits (x2)
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me
She prides herself on her cleaning habits (x2)
It's a lovely stupid mop it is
There's something really screwey about no streaking
Is it any old dumb mop It streaks
Come on mop no streaking mop
I don't mind mop the floor my mop streaks I don't like it
It's not me it's the mop
Come I bought some new mops
Go away you stupid dumb old sponge mop
I don't believe it now the floor looks beautiful (x2)
I don't believe it old sponge mop
Dumb old sponge mop (x2)
Old sponge mop dumb old sponge mop
You're right this mop's stupid
Dumb old sponge mop
I don't believe it now the floor looks beautiful
That's why they call me mophandlemama
Now the floor looks beautiful
That's why they call me mophandlemama (x3)
In two weeks before she could see herself not dressed
The twenty-third of May you know she disturbed no one today
The manager told her to completely forget
If you ever go to bed I'll kill you
Do I tell the whole world that I'm mentally ill
Go to the papers yeah why not
Drum roll
I want to show them that I can walk on my own without hands of theirs
And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
Very much so
Think I deserve to be loved
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
To be loved don't you
But I keep it to myself
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself
Keep it to myselfkeep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
Very much so
Do you ever think that you would actually really kill yourself
Well if I have thought about it real uhh real deep
Yeas I believe I would
I have thought about it real uhh real deep
Yes I believe I would
And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
That I can walk without hands of theirs
And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
Very much so
Do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself
Well if I have thought about it real uhh real deep
Yeas I believe I would
song performed by by Pearl Jam from Vittalogy
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