Some Thoughts To Ponder: Iii
is darkness scary as one
keeps walking into it?
isn't the same darkness
scary when looked back?
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what's the use of a tomb stone
won't time take its toll even on it?
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people leave this earth
each leaving behind
one's unique master piece
for the succeeding generations
to admire...why tomb-stones?
why statues in memory?
23sep2009
14.14
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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(? ) and bruises, the first time you dropped then you ran,
Scary but fun, take a chance in life you have one/won,
A little bit scary, but fun, did you forget what its like to be young?
I remembered I learned how to water-ski, and the road ran over my head,
Broke several bones in my body, I got right up and did it again
Scary but fun take a chance in life you have one/won,
A little bit scary, but fun, did you forget what its like to be young,
See you standing on the corner, watching lights as the action goes by,
Hearing music coming from the neighbour, as they sit in the silence, hear them cry,
Take to your wings, butterfly,
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Scary, but fun, crazy, but so much fun,
Scary but fun, take a chance in life you have one/won,
Scary, little bit scary, but fun, did you forget what its like to be young?
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Fun! young! fun!
Im a little bit scary, but Im fun,
Just a little scary, but so much fun,
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Scary Monster
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But now the hunting started and the scary monster haunted every mouse that was in the people's garage in Dubling
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Is It Scary?
Theres a ghost out in the hall
Theirs a goul beneath the bed
Now its coming through the walls
Now its coming down the stairs
Then theres screaming in the dark
Hear the beating of his heart
Can you feel it in the air
Ghosts be hiding everywhere
Im gonna be
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Its you whose haunting me
Your warning me
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In your life
Am I amusing you
Or just confusing you
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Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh
Is it scary for you baby
Is it scary for you
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Is it scary for you baby
Theres a creak beneath the floor
Theres a creak behind the door
Theres a rocking in the chair
But nobody sitting there
Theirs a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coughin and a yawnin
Where restless souls spoke
Im gonna be
Exactly what you gonna see
So did you come to me
To see your fantasies
Performed before your very eyes
A haunting ghostly treat
The foolish trickery
And spirits dancing
In the light
But if you came to see
The truth the purity
Its here inside
A lonely heart
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Am I scary for you oh
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you
So tell me is it scary for you baby
So tell me is it crazy for you baby
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Am I scary for ya
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Is the height of haunting souls
Just not what you seek of me
Can the heart reveal the proof
Like a mirror reveals the truth
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Am I scary for you oh
Am I scary for you baby
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Am I scary for you
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Am I scary for you
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You know youre scaring me too
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Is it scary for you baby
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Be very patient,
The potter's clay;
Be very wise,
The writer's pen;
Be very useful,
Of the muse of life with a living hope;
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
Life is like the patience of Iyyob,
So abstain from fleshly lust;
Like the days of our visitations on this earth.
Sarah obeyed Abraham,
Like the sea and the seashore;
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Oh womb, womb, womb!
Oh bomb, bomb, bpomb! !
Oh tomb, tomb, tomb! ! !
Be very patient in this life.
Womb. bomb, tomb;
The womb is opened.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The earth is defiled.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
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Our bombs will shake the heavens,
And our sins will led us to our tombs;
As it is written in the Book Of Life like,
A child born today from the womb.
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Many of us will be killed by the bombs! !
Which will finally send us into the tombs.
Read about the facts,
Learn about the truth,
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We came out of the womb and,
Are destroying the world with our bombs;
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Lets learn for the truth of all things;
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In the shadows of depth
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I could never erase
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Alone through day and night
listening to everything
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And say
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If only I could tell you the truth
I know it would take away your youth
I try to hide my anger inside,
I come to you with no pride
I'm not the mom you think I am,
I'm not mad at you or your dad.
keep wishing for what you think you've had.
Keep thinking he's better your DAD!
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Just walking the line.
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In the strips of woods [În arcane de pădure]
In the strips of woods, the darkness in a scary way is clinging.
Both the crowded leaves are silent and the slender trees, so high;
Night is dumb, and sad, and dying, sheltered by the opaque sky,
But the nightingale is singing, but the nightingale is singing.
In the strips of woods, the tempest in a scary way is spinning,
Sending down a flood of water and a crimson bolt of flame;
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Late aurora under foliage cannot come to light the moss,
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But the nightingale is singing, but the nightingale is singing.
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for a metaphor that best suits me
one that can put a good color to a
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of noble thoughts that
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Scary Monsters
She had an horror of rooms she was tired you cant hide beat
When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home
Well she couldve been a killer if she didnt walk the way she do, and she do
She opened strange doors that wed never close again
She began to wail jealousies scream
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Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
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She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind
Now shes stupid in the street and she cant socialise
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Jimmys guitar sound jealousies scream
Waiting at the lights know what I mean
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
Keep me running, running scared
Scary monsters, super creeps
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Keep me running, running scared
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Oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
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neath A Cold Gray Tomb Of Stone
Passing by a lonesome graveyard
Everything I love is gone
Weeping as they lay my darling
Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
In this world i'm left to wander
With no one to call my own
While my precious darling's sleeping
Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
Out there in that lonesome graveyard
She is sleeping all alone
And I burried my heart with her
Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
Skies above are dark and stormy
All the sunshine,all is gone
For the while my love is sleeping
Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
My heart is dead and yet i'm living
Traveling through this world alone
I wish that I was with my darling
Neath a cold gray tomb of stone
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Dark Faery on Halloween
I clothe myself in darkness
I picked blackness for its starkness
And many a spidery metaphor
Being mysterious isn't a chore
When I embody night
The only color is my face
Flaming billows of hair keeping pace
With screams and whispers calling ''scary''
Watch your back, do be wary
I can give a fright
Expression is everything
Making scary spirit sing
With a stare cold as space
Freezing you into your place
Turn out the light
Halloween, the holiday
Of things that scream and things that play
And of course, things that scare
Give you chills beyond compare
Halloween, take flight
poem by Phoenix Rory
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From the darkness
From the darkness it comes
Into the darkness it goes
mystical magic is the thing it shows
The darkness, blue and black
Rain is born, exploding red
soft on my forehead
I'm just leaving
leaving the too bright night
guilty! they said - but I'm innocent
And now I walk through
the red, salty thing called blood
walk to go back.... 'cos
From the darkness I come
Into the darkness I follow
and mystical magic is the thing I show
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The Tomb-Stone Of Saiyyid
O you whose life is confined in the material world
O you whose soul is imprisoned in the cage
Look at the freedom of this garden's warblers
Look at the prosperity of those once desolate
This is the congregation with which I was concerned
This is the reward of patience and perseverance
My tomb-stone is ardently desirous of speech, look!
At this tomb-stone's inscription with insight look!
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Dance of Darkness
Whisps of darkness surrond the soul
a dark drum beats
like a fearful heart
dance with me again again
darkness hear my plea
i wish to dance with you
as your goddess and creator
i call to you
Take the blood from the innocent who hides
and dance with me again again
darkness the white bull
i call to you
and as so you must abide
darkness dances like the meldoy of a demon
a white bulls toll is the blood of light
a black bulls toll is the love of innocence
take your pick and dance with me
dance with darkness
is to follow me
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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House Of Shadows
Every time and wherever I fall asleep I find myself walking
down this fusty and dark cobwebbed stone stairway.
I don’t know where I am, or where I’m supposed to be going
my memory usually blanks out as I approach the hallway.
This time I’ll try to stay awake and see what lies before me,
the torches on the wall are dim and the light’s not so good.
I hear unearthly scary noises not too far down the corridor
I’m frightened and I’ve a tingling in my blood.
As I hesitated a shadow on the wall pushed me towards a cell
and the noises stopped the instant I looked in.
It was empty except for moving shadows all over the place,
another push sent me tumbling to the floor within.
The cell is deathly quiet as more shadows take to the surfaces
a deep voice echoes out, “Another dreamer has come,
he wants to join the shadows and to bring frightening nightmares
to dreamers who trespass here when their day is done.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry, but coming here was purely by accident.”
“That matters not we welcome all sleepy dreamers here.
You will very soon become a shadow all it takes is a silhouetted cast
and then you will be one of us, just a blank front, side and rear.”
“But I didn’t come here to be a shadow I was just following my dream,
I thought it would have been exciting and possibly even fun.”
“That’s the trouble with dreaming when you’ve become a shadow
you can’t return, and your dark-sides have just begun.”
“Please stay absolutely still as we cast a darkness blank over you,
it takes only seconds to cast your perfect silhouette.”
Without thinking I pulled a flashlight from my pyjama pocket,
the light eliminated some, but the ordeal wasn’t over yet.
The movement of the brighter light emptied the shadowy cell
I ran out into the corridor, the one I came down before.
My torch flickered erratically and the light was becoming dull
the shadows were behind me and gaining for sure.
They had no intention of letting me escape from their darker side.
Quickly I ran whilst shaking the torch to get every bit of light.
A feeling of anguish came over me as they began to pull me back,
they had me, until I awoke and the darkness was out of sight.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Vulnerabilty
Scary trial rooms
More scary two-way mirrors
Micro-cameras fitted in
Most casual places
More dangerous
Than terrorists…
Technology riding high
Most claustrophobic, this life!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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