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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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 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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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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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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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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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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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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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 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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One I Take A Closer Look At My Picture
i was the man
with that black shirt
perhaps what i do not know
is that
i love black
subconsciously
and then i see time creeping
on my white hairs
and then i take a closer
scrutiny on that
pocketed smile
there must be fear somehow
yet there is that glow
of courage
i look straight in my eyes
in that picture
i love black i must admit
it delights my senses
it is warm
and dark like the night
and the storm
and the fallen trees
somehow
i confirm upon myself this
blackness that i love
and then i swear
i love myself and
no one takes that
oath from me again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Damn The Night
Blood on my pillow
Blood on my skin
Am I going mad
Or was this a dream?
There in the depth
The hollow souls wait
Voices surround me
Tempting my fate
Then out of nowhere
Figures in white
Guarding my soul in the fight
Refrn:
We are strong we're alive
We have faith in his might
We believe in the everlasting light
Anytime, anywhere we will always be there
We will fight for what's just and what's right
We damn the night
Out in the blackness
Shivering cold
Doubt takes on shape
Fear the unknown
Eyes of the fallen
Piercing their glance
Whispers of doom
Left without chance
Then out of nowhere
Figures in white
Shield my soul in the fight
Refrn
We damn the night .
song performed by by Helloween
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Black On Black
Serrations of chimneys
Stone-black perforate
Velvet-black dark.
A tree coils in core of darkness.
My swinging
Hands
Incise the night.
A man slips into a doorway,
Black hole in blackness, and drowns there.
A second man passing traces
The diagram of his steps
On invisible pavement. Rain
Draws black parallel threads
Through the hollow of air.
Submitted by Steohen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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My Blackness
Yes I am black and dats a fact.
To some its just a colour,
I look at it as the history of my ancestor.
As my friend said 'black is about spirit and soul'
Hell yeah its d most precious thing in d world.
So my definition of black...........
I am loving my blackness,
I know I am a 'Nubian Empress'.
So divine, wonderful and kind,
Dis is how I am goin to be for a lifetime.
Apart of dis black dynasty......
LOVING MA SKIN AND EVERY PART OF ME! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Dark and Black
Yes I am dark and black,
its none of your business,
don’t fill your heart with hatred,
it is my one and only destiny,
so don’t wanna be my enemy.
Yes I am dark and black,
it is my fate and race,
I’m here to run this pilgrim race,
I’m hot and real, not another fake,
so get used to my deep black face.
Yes I am dark and black,
That’s what I am, I love it so,
I’m not ashamed, don’t be confused,
It’s not for sale keep moving on,
I’m black and proud, all my days.
Yes I am dark and black,
call it whatever you want,
equate me with all your evil and demons,
but excuse me your personal pains and agony,
for darkness and blackness ain’t the same thing.
Yes I am dark and black,
before I was loaded in your slave boat,
and shipped to plantations far unknown,
and made to work and toil for free,
raped and abused, miseries untold.
Yes I am dark and black,
touch my hue and feel the smoothness,
embrace me and feel some gladness,
reject me at your own destruction,
respect me and be respected.
Yes I am dark and black,
forever I will be, don’t block my path
I’m more than this, so let me be,
no matter your segregation, I’m here to stay,
it’s not just a fact but it’s the plain truth.
Yes I am dark and black,
the unending ocean couldn’t change my blackness,
your strongest chain couldn’t break my color,
please blame your fathers and your mothers,
if my son now sit enthroned as your king.
Yes I am dark and black,
I was before your fathers arrived,
I was as I sailed the stormy waters,
I was as I waited my salvation,
I am and forever will be.
Yes I am dark and black,
it is my turn to rise and shine,
burn yourself in hell if you can’t stand it,
cry all you want, it won’t change the truth,
for the Most High has sealed it, there’s no repentance.
Yes I am dark and black,
and whom shall I fear?
why should I be dismayed?
and what shall I be afraid of?
yes I am dark and black,
and so shall it be
beyond this border even into eternity.
Isaac Slimx
May 2009
poem by Isaac 'slimx'
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Crows
THEN, suddenly, I was aware indeed
Of what he said, and was revolving it:
How, in the night, crows often take to wing,
Rising from off the tree-tops in Drumbarr,
And flying on: I pictured what he told.
The crows that shake the night-damp off their wings
Upon the stones out yonder in the fields,
The first live things that we see in the mornings;
The crows that march across the fields, that sit
Upon the ash-trees' branches, that fly home
And crowd the elm-tops over in Drumbarr;
The crows we look on at all hours of light,
Growing, and full, and going these black beings have
Another lifetime!
Crows flying in the dark
Blackness in darkness flying; beings unseen
Except by eyes that are like to their own
Trespassers' eyes!
And you, old man, with eyes so quick and sharp,
Who've told me of the crows, my fosterer;
And you, old woman, upon whose lap I've lain
When I was taken from my mother's lap;
And you, young girl, with looks that have come down
From forefathers, my kin ye have another life
I've glimpsed it, I becoming trespasser-
Blackness in darkness flying like the crows!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Merely by describing yourself as black you have started on a road towards emancipation, you have committed yourself to fight against all forces that seek to use your blackness as a stamp that marks you out as a subservient being.
quote by Steven Biko
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Heart
Heart.
Why can't I fix you?
He sprinkled his blackness all over my heart like rain coming down from the sky.
Where is the tape so I can mend my heart?
Is it lost in his soul where the black hole hides or is it in the girl's heart who he longs everynight like a kid longs for candy.
I guess I will never know
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Supercollider
Multi-colored microbus
Plowing over rugged terrain
We're jacking the radio
Passing the afternoon train
Around the roses she showed us
Hyacinths and sage
Gold plated garden tools
Sunlamps and it's all the rage
Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out
You never know what you will find
When you go
Out of the blackness
Into the great big sky
Supercollider
Shooting inside your mind
Gather round the gas tower
Don't it kinda look like a bong
I heard it backwards
Hidden in a Pink Floyd song
Stella Radiata
It's got to set your mind at ease
Spinning on the tire swing
Flying like Tarzan through the trees
And back to the bus when the sun goes down
Try to aim it back into town
We're riding
Out of the blackness
Into the great big sky
Supercollider
Shooting inside your mind
And coriander grows along the banks where we go walking along at night
Creeping slowly over the ground
We tiptoe round the garden
Trying not to tramp it down
Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out
You never know what you will find
When you go
Out of the blackness
Into the great big sky
Supercollider
Shooting inside your mind
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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There are no black conservatives. Oh, there are neoconservatives with black skin, but they lack any claim to blackness other than the biological. They have forgotten their roots.
quote by Stephen Carter
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