The Darkness Was Enveloping Her
The darkness was enveloping her,
covering her from above,
while he pressed her down,
with a knife against her throat
and the nightmare was no dream,
but intense reality
where he was raping her
forcing himself into her trembling body.
When she tried to resist,
his black fist slammed down
hitting her in the face
and the night became much darker
and from sheer terror
it was as he was demon possessed
and her mind went blank.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pleasure
Try to comprehend me
Before you tear the aorta
Stab with a knife...
...Once again
Cut throat does not compare
To the pleasure of raping a child
Following her,
I leered at her tiny boy
Watched her delicate moves
And that strange freshness
Now, she's just a dead,
Ripped corpse
...In the cut throat
I find my pleasure
Raping the child
You hatefully murder,
Then desecrate
My body
You should have
Done it before...
...Before you thought
Of revenge
I was molested
It doesn't matter now
Now it's blood
Now it's sperm
Cut throat,
Pleasure
song performed by by Yattering
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Nightmare
Nightmare
By: Adam M. Snow
We are but a dream for the dreamed;
only to realize that we have been redeemed;
to be hopeless nor do I be the same;
for in this dream, I have no name;
for my words remain unspoken;
when all I am is broken.
There's no darkness nor is there light;
for this world can be seen in daylight not just the night.
In this world the water is black yet the sky is red;
for we are all full of dread.
There's so much fear and agony here;
for it feels like our end is near.
Is this but a nightmare of reality?
If so this is brutality;
for I see the people stopped to pray;
'Have we lost our way? '
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Surrounded By Evil
Surrounded by man’s evil ways, we head into much darker days,
With the world on a dark descent, ignoring all Truth God has sent.
Truth built upon a Righteousness, that dispels man’s wickedness,
God’s Truth, that sets men free, from the wickedness that we see.
Their evil terror is far from right, by forcing change by their might,
Having not one shade of love, from The Lord, who Reigns above.
Terror and oppression alone, is all they promote among their own,
Radically extreme is what they are, killing and hurting more by far.
They breed terror on every side, boasting over those who’ve died,
Thinking their dark killing spree, is instrumental in setting men free.
Leading men to bondage instead, led by those spiritually mislead.
Not only are these men not free, but shall be in bondage eternally.
This darkness that fills their mind, will be darker in the end of time,
For the thinking they perpetuate, is not out of love, but, from hate.
They terrorize in the name of God, men all across this earthly sod,
By distorting the Word of Truth, and will see God’s strong reproof.
Only in Christ can men be saved, from thinking that’s so depraved,
And only through the Truth of Christ, can men see the Light of Life,
All this darkness that we see friend, in God’s time shall see its end,
When Truth, who they despise, will bring on them, their own demise.
(Copyright ©09/2007)
The Perfect Girl
Maybe I will have to wait through aeons
to find her, to find the perfect girl
whose feelings reach out to me
softer than the fluttering of any butterfly
whose voice is crystal clear with an own loveliness
and at times she dwells in my dreams
walking at times covered in a white cloak
with slim feet and pearly white toes.
I have heard her sweet laughter
falling softly as snow
but covering me in a kind of warmth
that delights, that at times are amusing
at other times brings sheer tranquillity
and if she’s human or something of the divine
I do not really know
only that she is beyond beautiful
One night suddenly she appeared
in another kind of dream
looked straight at me through her veil
her countenance had pure perfection
a kind of untouched innocence
but it was a sheer mystery
as her gaze had a kind of lust, a kind of longing
and it was clear that she know men
probably had made love to many of them
and as she lifted her veil
her eyes were the colour of the sea
but were ever changing in their hue
they were sometimes green, sometimes grey
and at times blue
Her hair was almost onyx black
and streamed down lustrous
streamed down right to her waist
glittering in a blue-black hue
and I was almost thunder struck
as she stepped out of her cloak
and I saw her sublime body
in every perfect line
the contours of her magnificent breasts,
her sleek belly
with its triangular thatch of dark hair
and she looked somewhat ethereal,
sublimely serene
and lovely beyond words
and it felt if I had waited my whole life
just to see her face
with its dimples, her narrow straight nose,
her full soft lips
and now she was displaying
her whole body in sheer nakedness.
I have known many women
have loved some
maybe beyond what love should be
and in reality
she remains to me a mystery
an ethereal being
that visits me in dream after dream
poem by Gert Strydom
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Rainbow Demon
There rides the rainbow demon
On his horse of crimson fire
Black shadows are following closely
On the heels of his desire
Ridin on in the mist of morning
No one dared to stand in his way
Possessed by some distant calling
Riding on through night and day
Rainbow demon
Pick up your heart and run
Rainbow demon
Lives for his sword and his gun
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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O Night O Trembling Night
O night O trembling night O night of sighs
O night when my body was a rod O night
When my mouth was a vague animal cry
Pasturing on her flesh O night
When the close darkness was a nest
Made of her hair and filled with my eyes
(O stars impenetrable above
The fragile tent poled with our thighs
Among the petals falling fields of time
O night revolving all our dark away)
O day O gradual day O sheeted light
Covering her body as with dews
Until I brushed her sealing sleep away
To read once more in the uncurtained day
Her naked love, my great good news.
poem by Stephen Spender
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Waking Up With Pain In My Head
a pain in my head
wakes me up
reminds me of
my dream last night
falling from the sky
like a meteor
suddenly hitting the
ground
breaking and i see that face
'twas me
how can that be?
how can someone fall
and crash so hard and stil find
its own face
whole
its body
whole
its mind
whole
its spirit
so unbroken?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tabula Rasa
this is a blank wall
or as you wish it, this could be a blank page,
or you may consider this
a blank mind of a child and
you will be teaching him
some things for the first time,
go, scroll, and find something,
do you remember now, why the child is still in pain?
why the walls are stronger? why the blank page still have stains
of blood in there?
some sad memories that refuse to leave?
don't lose hope, there are still more blank spaces of the mind
imagine it to be some kind of a sky
now, put the stars and the moon, and try wishing
someth ing nice and beautiful
like a boat filled with flowers and some light and then silently it sails
on a very peaceful sea like a fine silky cloth covering the dining table
to the place that you always dream to live
forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Nightmare That Set Me Free
There once was a dream I was fooled into thinking was reality
Because in that dream
You and me was something I wanted
But knew could never be
In that dream you stole my heart
And part of my sanity
In that dream my common sense
Unfortunately
Ran away from me
In that dream you captivated me
In that dream I was blinded
And the stars in your eyes
Were the only things I could see
But then that dream morphed into a nightmare
And I saw you for what you really were
I realized in that nightmare
I was nothing but the prey you were trying lure
In that nightmare I realized
This was nothing but a game to you
In that nightmare you had come oh so close to trapping me too
But I tossed and turned until I was freed
And when I opened my eyes from that nightmare
That I foolishly wanted to be you and me
I was the one who learned a lesson
That the sweetest of dreams
Can be nightmares in diguise
And because of that lesson I was set free
Never again to believe all those blinding lies
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Reality is an unbendable hoop
Sitting
Face blank
Mind in the phase of nonreality
I cant stay
I cant live this way
I cant go the go you want me to
I cant bend the hoop you of reality for you
Sitting
Face blank
mInd in the phase of reality
poem by Amanda Garcia
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On this dappled dawn (Novelinee)
On this dappled silver shadowed dawn
you were in all my thoughts, were in my mind
and there was sheer loveliness in this morn,
without you to the beauty I was blind.
On different things my time I did spend
but in nothing could find any delight
and much too slowly along the day went
until the sheer black darkness of the night;
still I was lonely, you were out of sight.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Scared to death for Friend Konstantin
Whilst in the throes of some nightmare
you find your limbs are paralysed.
Your enemies are every where
and danger lurks on every side.
Held in the grip of mortal fear.
You dare not even look behind
although you know it’s drawing near
You’re terrified of what you’ll find.
You cannot run although you try
your legs will not co-operate
Your heart beats at a furious rate
You’re certain that you’re going to die.
Sheer terror helps your mind to break
the chains of sleep so you are free.
You suddenly start wide awake
in your own bed as you should be.
Returning to reality
You are convinced it was a dream.
But things aren’t as they seem to be.
Nobody hears your final scream.
14-Mar-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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1st Date And A Hanging
He hung there,
not like 'strange fruit'
but like a body.
Hs blackened tongue partially protruding from his mouth,
and a belt around his neck.
911 operator asked if I was sure he was dead.
'Oh yeah.. he's f78king dead'
His face was purple black,
there was no doubt.
he was dead.
'I'm going to need you to cut him down'- the 911 operator..
'ummm... what? '
'Cut im down'
I climbed next to him,
tryng to balance on the wrought iron fence from which he had picked to end his life.
Do you realize how close you have to get to a dead man in order to cut him down off a gate?
My mind went blank as I sawed throuh the belt with a dull knife.
My mind went blank,
I looked at the belt...
only the belt,
not what was attached.
I had blocked out what was dangling from the other end of that belt,
until I heard the muted 'thud'
Body hitting pavement.
Then it was all flashing lights, sirens, interviews, crime scene photogs.
It was all yellow tape and I stood back to watch.
It took them hours,
meanwhile, the type of people who roam the streets at homeless shelters at 3: 00 AM,
walked past... slowly.
always the same dumb question:
'Is he dead? ' they would ask me.
'Well, he isn't doig well.'
They kept walking.
Later, after the carnival died down, my bar tender texted me.
'Hows work? '
(I think she lived vicariously through the chaos of my line of work)
I told her of the nights events.
I had to cut down the body of a man,
a resident,
one I knew well
down from a gate.
Within the hour she was at my workplace.
I sat in her car, eating chocolates she brought to cheer me up.
chain smoking
and trying to catch my breath,
trying to catch up with myself.
My bartender considers this our first date.
(we are married now) .
I consider it the night I cut down a man
A man who hung himself over a woman
from a gate...
and then ate chococlate and chain smoked.
poem by Brevet Wilson
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I Couldnt Dream
(richie mcdonald/frank soleshee/mark rone)
When were this close I can almost
Hear your heart beat
As you softly breathe lyin here with me
Your skins like a canvas
Being painted by the moonbeams
Truly a masterpiece
To you it comes naturally
I couldnt dream a love better than this
Could never imagine such a kiss
Or the way your body feels in my arms
Old mister sandman Ill resist
cause if I were to sleep look at all Id miss
I couldnt dream a love better than this
Its getting late
But I dont want to close my eyes
I dont care about the time
Or the world outside
Were movin to the music playin in our minds
The moods just right for staying up all night
I couldnt dream a love better than this
Could never imagine such a kiss
Or the way your body feels in my arms
Old mister sandman Ill resist
cause if I were to sleep look at all Id miss
I couldnt dream a love better than this
Ive had my fantasies
But none compare to reality
I couldnt dream a love better than this
Could never imagine such a kiss
Or the way your body feels in my arms
Old mister sandman Ill resist
cause if I were to sleep look at all Id miss
I couldnt dream
I couldnt dream a love better than this
I cant get no sleep
I couldnt dream a love better than this
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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In Wait!
Your arms are warm wrapped around my body
Your breath, sweet, lazily it wafts over my face
I can feel your chest rise and fall next to mine
Your hair and eyes shine brightly in the dark
As I close my eyes to dream off
I wake in this dark room to find I left the dream behind
The cold air from the window swings its fanged head and bites at my exposures
To think, you were just here
Not a memory but a dream, a wish, my wish
To have that dream in reality
Given two or four years time
That dream will be real
For now I live in a real nightmare until the sun comes
Due to the darkness and lone dreamer
It is hard to find comfort and return to a calm sleep
As thoughts of you press hard on my mind and sway thus
It only deepens the wounded thought that I must wait hours to see you
Hours to hold and years to fulfill that dream
For now I shall dream and dwell upon them
Because dreams give me insight to the future
Let it be a De’javu.
poem by Ryan Collins
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Confrontation
Dr. Jekyll in lower case
Mr. Hyde caps.
Lost in the darkness
Silence surrounds you
Once there was morning
Now endless night
I will find the answer
I'll never desert you
I promise you this
Til the day that I...
DO YOU REALLY THINK
THAT I WOULD EVER LET YOU GO
DO YOU THINK ID EVER SET YOU FREE
IF YOU DO IM SAD TO SAY
IT SIMPLY ISN'T SO
YOU WILL NEVER GET AWAY FROM ME
all that you are is a face in the mirror
I close my eyes and you disappear
IM WHAT YOU FACE WHEN YOU FACE IN THE MIRROR
LONG AS YOU LIVE I WILL STILL BE HERE
all that you are is an end of a nightmare
all that you are is a dieing scream
after tonight I shall end this demon dream
THIS IS NOT A DREAM MY FRIEND
AND IT WILL NEVER END
THIS ONE IS THE NIGHTMARE THAT GOES ON
HYDE IS HERE TO STAY
NO MATTER WHAT YOU MAY PRETEND
AND HE'LL FLOURISH LONG AFTER YOUR GONE
soon you will die and my silence will hide you
you cannot choose and you'll lose control
YOU CANT CONTROL ME
I LIVE DEEP INSIDE YOU
EACH DAY YOU FEEL ME DEVOUR YOUR SOUL
i dont need you to survive like you need me
i become whole as you dance with Death
and I will rejoice as you breathe your final breath
FOR I LIVE INSIDE YOU FOREVER
WITH SATAN HIMSELF BY MY SIDE
AND NOW KNOW THAT NOW AND FOREVER
YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEPARATE
JEKYLL FROM HYDE
cant you see
its over now
its time to die
NO NOT I
ONLY YOU
if i die
you die to
YOU'LL DIE IN ME
I'LL BE YOU
damn you Hyde
set me free
CANT YOU SEE
YOU ARE ME
no deep inside
I AM YOU
YOU ARE HYDE
no never
YES FOREVER
song performed by by System Of A Down from Jekyll And Hyde The Musical
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Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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Vampire
His manic mind this particular night
Was dulled by the fractured waning moonlight.
Standing alone amongst the monoliths
Of stone and marble, cold and spiritless.
The sky, all black and bleak, nary a star
To behold. Somewhere distant a bizarre
Sounding canine howled its mournful distress.
A black ominous cloud slithered across
The dying lunar orb like a veiled-face
Demon lurking in an unholy place.
Possessed, his unquietness bestirring
Within his tormented soul a craving
For human blood. Someone's vitality
Will be drained to sustain immortality.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Dream Lover
She stood before me all dressed in white
The embodiment of loveliness and grace
Her lithe body bathed in silver moonlight
My face went red and heart began to race
Was she Woman or Angel?
I did not know for sure
I prayed…
“Please don’t let me waken from this dream
For losing you is more than I can endure”
She smiled and offered me a dainty hand
I felt the coolness and softness of her skin
Mind gone blank, my heart took command
When something felt this good was it a sin?
With wild abandon I took her in my arms
The hot embrace was followed by a kiss
Before night did end I knew all her charms
Never before or since, have I felt such bliss
“It was but a lucid dream” some may chide
Dreams to me are simply “Reality magnified”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Psychopath
Slowly...fall the tears on me!
Slowly...leave the mercy out!
Trembling skin/ Sweating body
Dying groan/ Twisted mind!
Quickly...opening her legs
Quickly...rise high the knife!
Trembling skin/ Sweating body
Dying groan/ Twisted mind!
Psychopath!
Quickly... bleeding on the mist
Quickly...butchering her!
Slowly...coming in her face
Slowly...leave the mercy out!
Trembling skin/ Sweating body
Dying groan/ Twisted mind!
Psychopath!
song performed by by Undercroft
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