Revolution
She is not of the fireside,
My lovely love;
Nor books, nor even a cradle,
She bends above.
No, she is bent with lashes,
Her flesh is torn.
From blackness into blackness
She walks forlorn.
But factories and prisons
Are far more fair
Than home or palace gardens
If she is there.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Places among the stars,
Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Not your golden days
Nor your silver nights
Can call me to you.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Here I stay and wait
poem by Stephen Crane
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Wandering Star
Please could you stay awhile to share my grief
For its such a lovely day
To have to always feel this way
And the time that I will suffer less
Is when I never have to wake
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
... those who have seen the needles eye, now tread
Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
(always) doubled up inside
Take awhile to shed my grief
(always) doubled up inside
Taunted, cruel.... ...
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
song performed by by Portishead
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Blackness
Venturing into a big black hole.
Emptiness surrounds, it fills my soul.
The grandness of the blackness takes control.
Hopeless, meaningless damn the blackness.
The blackness inside that does feed us and beats us.
It swallows me up and feeds my soul.
Heats the hate that makes me cold.
It reaches out and takes a hold.
To drive me further in blackness bold.
Further and further it's freakishly cold.
Enveloped yet to be told.
No boundries how far will it go?
We've got to see how dark the black can be.
So venture now to blackness hold.
You must be bold to take this road.
poem by Michael McParland
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The Blackness Of The Black Black Night
THE BLACKNESS OF THE BLACK BLACK NIGHT
The blackness of the black black black night
The blackness inside-
‘The wretch concentred all in self’
Why oh I oh I oh I?
A million times the question comes
Focusing only on number one.
Who are we
And what can we be
If we are only
‘me me me’?
The blackness of the black black night
The blackness deep deep inside
Why oh why oh why oh
Always always always ‘I’?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Mothering Blackness
She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face
She came home running
She came down creeping
here to the black arms waiting
now to the warm heart waiting
rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face
She came down creeping
She came home blameless
black yet as Hagar’s daughter
tall as was Sheba’s daughter
threats of northern winds die on the desert’s face
She came home blameless
poem by Maya Angelou
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The End
I can't believe this is the end.
Through my mind it slowly bends.
My stomach cramps as my heart decends.
All I see is blackness to the end.
I welcome deaths creeping hand.
A welcome escape from this dead end.
poem by Michael McParland
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Blackness Of The Nights
In the blackness of the night
I seem to wander endlessly
with a hope burning out deep inside
I'm a fugitive, community has driven me out
For this bad, bad world I'm beginning to doubt
I'm alone and there is no one by my side
In the blackness of the night
I see a shadow passing by
from the heels of an old soldier boy.
There's no comprimising
and his eyes are black as the sky
For this bad, bad world he is going to die.
He's alone and there is no one by his side
In the blackness of the night
I see a sparkle of a star
from the sweet silver tear of a child
and she's clutching at a photograph of long, long ago
When her parents were happy she was too young to know
she's alone and there is no one by her side
I'm alone and there is no one by my side
In the blackness of the night
I seem to wander endlessly
with a hope burning out deep inside
I'm a fugitive, community has driven me out
For this bad, bad world I'm beginning to doubt
I'm alone, and there is no one by my side
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Fairy Frost
Before the dawn, the fairy, Frost, flies free
Amongst the dewy grassblades on the lawn.
She drapes her feathers on each branch and tree
Before the dawn.
As if she were to rule an empire born,
White as the bloom upon the cherry, she
Drifts over gardens with a haughty scorn.
With angel wings she flits, just like Queen Bee,
But, as the blackness of the night is torn
To shreds by sunlight, Fairy Frost must flee
Before the dawn.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Why Darkness?
I'm in love with the blackness
of hearts of mine alike.
I love the way it feels when hatred takes over
and anger is in control.
Oh why is this Xtacie to me?
I embrace the blackness.
Why must I try to resist
when it's like candy fer my heart?
I love the taste of candy.
I love the taste of hearts.
Sway with me my darling,
sway to the Khaotic Xtacie
that is in our hearts.
Sway my love to be...
poem by BroKen FisT
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Blackness Of The Night
In the blackness of the night
I seem to wander endlessly
With a hope burning out deep inside
Im a fugitive, community has driven me out
For this bad, bad world Im beginning to doubt
Im alone and there is no one by my side
In the blackness of the night
I see a shadow passing by
From the heels of an old soldier boy.
Theres no comprimising
And his eyes are black as the sky
For this bad, bad world he is going to die.
Hes alone and there is no one by his side
In the blackness of the night
I see a sparkle of a star
From the sweet silver tear of a child
And shes clutching at a photograph of long, long ago
When her parents were happy she was too young to know
Shes alone and there is no one by her side
Im alone and there is no one by my side
In the blackness of the night
I seem to wander endlessly
With a hope burning out deep inside
Im a fugitive, community has driven me out
For this bad, bad world Im beginning to doubt
Im alone, and there is no one by my side
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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When You Thought Me Poor
When you thought me poor,
my poverty was shaming.
When blackness was unwelcome
we found it best
that I stay home.
When by the miracle
of fierce dreaming and hard work
Life fulfilled our every want
you found me crassly
well off;
not trimly,
inconspicuously wealthy
like your rich friends.
Still black too,
now
I owned too much and too many
of everything.
Woe is me: I became a
success! Blackness, who
knows how?
Became suddenly
in!
What to do?
Now that Fate appears
(for the moment anyhow)
to have dismissed
abject failure
in any case?
Now that moonlight and night
have blessed me.
Now that the sun
unaffected by criticism
of any sort,
implacably beams
the kiss filled magic that creates
the dark and radiant wonder
of my face.
poem by Alice Walker
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The Convict's Return
Ye mountains and glens of fair Scotland I'm with ye once again,
During my absence from ye my heart was like to break in twain;
Oh! How I longed to see you and the old folks at home,
And with my lovely Jeannie once more in the green woods to roam.
Now since I've returned safe home again
I will try and be content
With my lovely Jeannie at home,
And forget my banishment.
My Jeannie and me will get married,
And I will be to her a good man,
And we'll live happy together,
And do the best we can.
I hope my Jeannie and me
Will always happy be,
And never feel discontent;
And at night at the fireside
I'll relate to her the trials of my banishment.
But now I will never leave my Jeannie again
Until the day I die;
And before the vital spark has fled
I will bid ye all good-bye.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Tormentor
Afraid to walk the streets
In the coldness all alone
The blackness of the night
Engulfs your flesh and bones
Hoping for relief
From the fear you feel inside
Losing all perspective
Of reality in the night
(Chorus:)
Running from shadows
Blinded by fear
The horror of nightfall
Is ever so near
I slowly surround you
As terror sets in
Are you afraid of the night
I see the fright in your eyes
As you turn and run
But is your mind playing tricks
On a body so very young
Feeling as if no one cares
The fear runs down your spine
But I know I'll never rest
Until I know you're mine
(Chorus)
Afraid to walk the streets
In the coldness all alone
The blackness of the night
Engulfs your flesh and bones
Feeling as if no one cares
The fear runs down your spine
But I know I'll never rest
Until I know you're mine
I know you're mine
Too late to hide
Too late to save your life
Tormentor
song performed by by Slayer from Show No Mercy
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Primer For Blacks
Blackness
is a title,
is a preoccupation,
is a commitment Blacks
are to comprehend—
and in which you are
to perceive your Glory.
The conscious shout
of all that is white is
“It’s Great to be white.”
The conscious shout
of the slack in Black is
'It's Great to be white.'
Thus all that is white
has white strength and yours.
The word Black
has geographic power,
pulls everybody in:
Blacks here—
Blacks there—
Blacks wherever they may be.
And remember, you Blacks, what they told you—
remember your Education:
“one Drop—one Drop
maketh a brand new Black.”
Oh mighty Drop.
______And because they have given us kindly
so many more of our people
Blackness
stretches over the land.
Blackness—
the Black of it,
the rust-red of it,
the milk and cream of it,
the tan and yellow-tan of it,
the deep-brown middle-brown high-brown of it,
the “olive” and ochre of it—
Blackness
marches on.
The huge, the pungent object of our prime out-ride
is to Comprehend,
to salute and to Love the fact that we are Black,
which is our “ultimate Reality,”
which is the lone ground
from which our meaningful metamorphosis,
from which our prosperous staccato,
group or individual, can rise.
Self-shriveled Blacks.
Begin with gaunt and marvelous concession:
YOU are our costume and our fundamental bone.
All of you—
you COLORED ones,
you NEGRO ones,
those of you who proudly cry
“I’m half INDian”—
those of you who proudly screech
“I’VE got the blood of George WASHington in MY veins”
ALL of you—
you proper Blacks,
you half-Blacks,
you wish-I-weren’t Blacks,
Niggeroes and Niggerenes.
You.
poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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He Had Planned To Read
He had planned to read. Two or three books lie open,
books by historians, by poets.
But he read for barely ten minutes,
then gave it up, falling half-asleep on the sofa.
He's completely devoted to books
but he's twenty-three, and very good-looking;
and this afternoon Eros penetrated
his ideal flesh, his lips,
an erotic warmth penetrated
his lovely flesh
with no ridiculous shame about the form the pleasure took....
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Falling into blackness
In my dream I am running
I keep running, I look behind me and nothing is there
I wonder why I keep running, I try to stop
When I try to stop I start to run faster and faster
I look behind me again I see blackness
It is creeping up on me
When I try to run faster, I start to slow down
A log appears, I trip over it
I fall into leaves, I keep falling and falling
All of the sudden I stop falling
I am in your arms, you have caught me
You saved me from total blackness
poem by Ashley Horstman
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This Flight Tonight
Look Out The Left The Captain Said
The Lights Down There Thats Where Well Land
Saw A Falling Star Burning
High Above The Las Vegas Sand
It Wasnt The One That You Gave To Me
That Night Down South Between The Trailers
Not The Early One That You Wish Upon
Not The Northern One That Guides In The Sailors
Youve Got That Touch So Gentle And Sweet
But Youve Got That Look So Critical
Cant Talk To You Babe You Know I Get So Weak
Sometimes I Think That Love Is Just Mythical
Up Theres A Heaven,Down Theres A Town
Blackness Everywhere Any Little Lights Shine
Blackness,Blackness Draggin Me Down
Come On Light A Candle In This Heart Of Mine
Starbright,Starbright,Youve Got The Lovin That I Like
Turn This Crazy Bird Around
Should Not Have Got On This Flight Tonight
Im Drinkin Sweet Champagne Got The Headphones Up High
Cant Numb You,Cant Drum You Out Of My Mind
Theyre Singin-"Goodbye Baby, Baby Bye-Bye,Ooh! Love Is Blind"
Up Go The Flaps ,Down Go The Wheels
Hope You Got Your Heat Turned On Baby
Hope Theyve Finally Fixed Your Automobile
Hope Its Better When We Meet Again Babe
Starbright,Starbright,Youve Got The Lovin That I Like
Turn This Crazy Bird Around
Should Not Have Got On This Flight Tonight
Should Not Have Got On This Flight Tonight
song performed by by Nazareth
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Easter Saturday
Today is the day after;
after blackness, what?
yesterday, black present filled the mind;
today, not even light on blackness..
a day not on the calendar;
an empty diary entry;
faith smaller than a mustard seed;
hope an untilled field.
This is what a present with
no future feels like;
the mercy only
that there is a present;
among the closest, the rumour
of a promise so ethereal
it has no shape or form
to build into new faith, no hope;
not even waiting, when
there may be nothing for to wait;
a day out of time; wrap around you
the thin silk of love;
be still; surrender everything
and find a peace beyond all promises;
today, there is no tomorrow;
if you have hope, then hope;
if you have prayer, then pray and pray;
perhaps tomorrow’s born today.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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This Flight Tonight
Look out the left the captain said
The lights down there, thats where well land
I saw a falling star burn up
Above the las vegas sands
It wasnt the one that you gave to me
That night down south between the trailers
Not the early one
That you can wish upon;
Not the northern one
That guides in the sailors
Oh starbright, starbright
Youve got the lovin that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldnt have got on this flight tonight
You got the touch so gentle and sweet
But youve got that look so critical
Now I cant talk to you baby
I get so weak
Sometimes I think love is just mythical
Up theres a heaven
Down theres a town
Blackness everywhere and little lights shine
Oh, blackness, blackness dragging me down
Come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine
Oh starbright, starbright
Youve got the lovin that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldnt hove got on this flight tonight
Im drinking sweet champagne
Got the headphones up high
Cant numb you out
Cant drum you out of my mind
Theyre playing goodbye baby, baby goodbye,
Ooh, ooh, love is blind
Up go the flaps, down go the wheels
I hope you got your heat turned on baby
I hope they finally fixed your automobile
I hope its better when we meet again baby
Starbright, starbright
You got the lovin that I like, all right
Turn this crazy bird around
I shouldnt have got on this flight tonight
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Princess And The Black Horse(Final Fight-I)
And they decided to start the fight at midnight,
as the wand would work then with brilliant spark.
To unriddle the mystery of dark reign of magician,
they had to kindle the light, to annihilate power dark.
Evening called night, and night sat with blackness,
and darkest became the kingdom of prince's father.
The princess, promised to call him, prince of light,
as dark denotes, night, blackness, evil power, rather.
The King opened a box of story, which told princess,
theirs was the kingdom of Light, full of peace, gay.
It was said, the sun never sets in his happy kingdom.
But, a magician came to that king's court one day.
He played trick of black magic, and covered the sun,
blocking the rays of the sun, he set his own reign.
By his power of witchery, he made the king a lion,
turning queen, to lioness, the prince a horse in chain.
Insidious was he, sold the prince in a witch-fair.
Sordid was his mind, without hesitation he became king.
In the unknown realm the prince as a dark horse,
was bought from the fair, and in king's stable did bring.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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