feb.14 Valtines day: (
I dread this day
I look and see everyone else getting gifts
I just had that the week before
I just felt that
Then no more
I dread this day as much as my death day
poem by Marissa Ford
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Death hurts not the body.
There is meaning if I dread depth.
There is meaning if I dread beasts.
There is risk of hurts to the body.
Must I dread death that leaves no hurts?
29.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Roots
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
I and I are the roots
Some are the dry wood
Fe catch up the fire
Whoa, lo ok at that
They need some dry wood
To cook up the raw food
Whoa, look at that
I got to survive
Inna dis man maniac downpression
Got to survive
In iration, yeah
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Remember that I and I are the roots
Some are wolf
Inna sheeps clothing
Whoa, look at that
Many are called
But only a few are chosen
Whoa, look at that
Nothing that dividers can do
Cant seperate us from our father
Whoa, look at that
You see, blood is thicker than water
Whoa, look at that
Got to survive
Inna disyah ghetto, yeah
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Remember that I and I are the roots
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Whoa, I and I are the roots
Some are leaves
While some are branches
But remember I and I are the roots
Some are dry wood
Fe catch up the fire
Whoa, look at that
Got to survive
Inna dis man maniac downpression
Got to survive
In iration
Roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Hey, I and I are the roots
Ooh we, roots natty roots
Dread binghi dread
Oh yeah, I and I are the roots
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Love will soon be here
a dark mist falls across the land,
haunting all that it passes,
filling them with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
a raindropp falls on a child's face,
mixing with his falling tears,
filling him with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
as she covers it with makeup,
she has accepted the pain,
filing her with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
as i stare at the moon,
it shines just for me,
filling me with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
poem by Alexandra Puddle
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A Herbal Mystic
Rastaman, fight them back
With a heart attack.
Lick them back,
Like them beat you down.
Brace your loins, like a king
And let the natty blow in the winds.
Dread, burn Babylon
With a herbal mystic,
Mystic!
Mystic!
They killed The Savior,
Born in a manger.
Killed the prophets,
With hatchets.
And the liars are still standing.
The oppressor man
Still grand-standing.
So Bungoman say:
'You want to kill Ital,
make it swift
because this dread
is not adrift'.
Rastafari!
Rastafari!
Jesus is not dead.
Rastafari!
Rastafari!
Jesus is a Dread,
Dread!
Dread!
I can see Babylon burning.
I can see Babylon turning,
Turning red,
Red!
Red!
Red!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Teakbois
@song: the life and times of bobby dread
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Jump out this next world
Is gone overground
That sky is ecstasy dancin
My child my woman
My daughter my son
Together planning to party
Just wait for me
Out in the street
Teakbois in everywhere
Dancing with you
Were coming thru
Somehow well all be there
This time is surely
Come once and for all
Weve waited so now
We are ready
Be quick be ready
Be sure and be smart
No need the energy wasted
Ive dreamed of music
That comes from the heart
As tho the eagle has landed
Just wait for me
Out in the street
Teakbois is everywhere
Dancing with you
Were coming thru
Everyone will be there
She smiles my mind
Is just blown I cant stop
No time is better than now
I wake up everyday
Before the sun is coming up
Bobby dread and the kool running
The fish to catch
The sea to swim
They say I gotta life
To live
Bobby dread and the kool running
My music is my only witness
To my very soul
Bobby dread and the kool running
So when you need me
All you have to do is help me
Lose control
Bobby dread and the kool running
They say the worlds a stage
So let me play for you and you and you
Bobby dread and the kool running
Its all I ever in my life
I really wanted
To sing and do
Bobby dread and the kool running
We form a group a simple name
A secret harmony like
Bobby dread and the kool running
We write our songs
We symphonise
Some people say they like us
Bobby dread and the kool running
This summer you couldnt get it
song performed by by Yes
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Teakbois
@song: the life and times of bobby dread
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Jump out this next world
Is gone overground
That sky is ecstasy dancin
My child my woman
My daughter my son
Together planning to party
Just wait for me
Out in the street
Teakbois in everywhere
Dancing with you
Were coming thru
Somehow well all be there
This time is surely
Come once and for all
Weve waited so now
We are ready
Be quick be ready
Be sure and be smart
No need the energy wasted
Ive dreamed of music
That comes from the heart
As tho the eagle has landed
Just wait for me
Out in the street
Teakbois is everywhere
Dancing with you
Were coming thru
Everyone will be there
She smiles my mind
Is just blown I cant stop
No time is better than now
I wake up everyday
Before the sun is coming up
Bobby dread and the kool running
The fish to catch
The sea to swim
They say I gotta life
To live
Bobby dread and the kool running
My music is my only witness
To my very soul
Bobby dread and the kool running
So when you need me
All you have to do is help me
Lose control
Bobby dread and the kool running
They say the worlds a stage
So let me play for you and you and you
Bobby dread and the kool running
Its all I ever in my life
I really wanted
To sing and do
Bobby dread and the kool running
We form a group a simple name
A secret harmony like
Bobby dread and the kool running
We write our songs
We symphonise
Some people say they like us
Bobby dread and the kool running
This summer you couldnt get it
song performed by by Yes
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Sometimes I dread the truth of the lines I say. But the dread must never show.
quote by Vivien Leigh
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I Dread the Silence
I need noise when I’m awake
I dread the silence when I am not asleep
It’s either pounding my eardrums with songs, music or any mp3s
or razzing it to an audio book or MTVs
Noise has been a means to cover up the reality
I dread the silence for it prods a cognizance that I’m alone despite the crowd.
I dread the silence fearing that I wake up from my self-created imaginary world
I dread the silence for fear that it made me question about my existence
I dread the silence fearing that I will hear the inner voice
clamoring and wanting to escape from this dragging circumstances
That still small voice which prefers peace
that still small voice wanting to get away from this kind of place.
that still small voice, crying from this senseless pace.
that still small voice, wanting a break from this pointless race.
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Dread
dread is such a
nice word upon the
mouth of someone
whose life depends
on the mere signing
of a pen and upon
a stroke his life
vanishes away
upon a mere scratch
of a signature
dread is such a word
that i write only on paper
because saying it
makes you panicky
i dread to do this
but sooner a name
is written on paper
by you my Master
if you must today
please write my nickname
sort of final affection.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Down in the dark
Down in the dark, it’s all in my head,
The pain the sorrow, all of the dread,
I want it to leave, but it wants to stay,
I try and I try, but he won’t go away,
There by day, there at night,
Saying the things, that fills me with fright,
I’m down in the dark, it fills my head,
The pain the sorrow, all of the dread,
He’s always around, lurking inside,
Watching; waiting, my hands are tied,
In my head, always near,
In my thoughts, building the fear,
Down in the dark, filling my head,
The pain the sorrow, all of the dread,
The pain; it grows, bursting within,
The dark; he’s back, with his terror filled grin,
“I’ll help”; he says, talking to me,
“I know what to do, just come and see, ”
Down in the dark, it filled my head,
The pain the sorrow, all of the dread,
My thoughts are violent, with sorrow in my chest,
I just close my eyes, and hope for the best,
He tells me good job, I’ll find the light,
But my life is ending, with the chill of the night.,
Dead in the dark, lost in my head,
No more pain or sorrow, not even dread….,
poem by Jacob Hill
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The Power Of Hell
“There is no place,” he said,
“For love or pity here;
We dread and only dread
The moods that once were dear.
“We break the ancient spell,
And arm to take our part
Against the power of Hell.”
And Hell was in his heart.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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The sway of death
As long as I live death would not come;
As and when death comes I will not be there.
Must I dread the death? No, but yet I do.
20.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When The Wind Blows
So long child, Im on my way
And after all is done, after all is done
Dont be down, its all in the past
Though you may be afraid
So long child, its awful dark
And Ive never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
Life burns a savage wound, angry and wrong
Trusting a twisted word, youll run, run away
Youll take him home
Youll spit and taunt him
But they wont believe you
No matter what youll say
So long child, its awful dark
I never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Two Terrors
Two terrors fright my soul by night and day:
The first is Life, and with her come the years;
A weary, winding train of maidens they,
With forward-fronting eyes, too sad for tears;
Upon whose kindred faces, blank and grey,
The shadow of a kindred woe appears.
Death is the second terror; who shall say
What form beneath the shrouding mantle nears?
Which way she turn, my soul finds no relief,
My smitten soul may not be comforted;
Alternately she swings from grief to grief,
And, poised between them, sways from dread to dread.
For there she dreads because she knows; and here,
Because she knows not, only faints with fear.
The dread of criticism is the death of genius.
quote by William Gilmore Simms
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Dread of night. Dread of not-night.
quote by Franz Kafka
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Desperation Of Trespassed Life
man perceives
subconsciously
with pain
-laden
inner eye
piercing shaft
lays
vampire heart
to rest
thus
symbolising
an innate
dread of death
all allure gifts
vivacious vivid
carnal spiritual
alike
are conquered
when suffering
terror spasms
coursing through
failing frame
defeat faith hope
as soul
succumbs
to ultimate
chill
shadow
rooted
in
indifferent
death
the desperation
of trespassed
life
is transitory
the piercing shaft
that lays
the vampire heart
to rest
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fearful Heads
The heads of the high and mighty
must be filled with dread.
They must be looking behind them
to see who wants them dead.
They wear the crowns of sparkling gems
and look down from their thrones.
They send their tax collectors out
to steal from weary bones.
But tired bones can gather strength
and somehow find a way
to keep those heads filled with dread
forever and a day.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Death, if I dread you
it is only 'cause
you derail Reason's work;
otherwise, what difference?
poem by Morgan Michaels
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