In The Company Of Cain
A sojourn on the far distant strange land,
Took me to a plain of the scorched sand,
Replete with the countless vertical holes,
Each was guarded by a figure with a wand.
Their round entrances were all black sable,
They were the abodes of those who did gable,
And agonized more the miserable fellows,
With the blood, the world they did dabble.
They were confined with no end of pain,
And were facing the plight for being vain,
Their cries mingled in the rising smoke, for
They were doomed in the company of Cain.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Black Moon
Oh the devil is rising with the moon
He cries and my blood runs cold.
Oh no never was the darkness so black,
No light and nowhere to go.
My spirit is crying for a love
So tired of being alone.
I remember he came here to steal,
And you are his stealer of souls.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Oh its calling my name.
Ive been blinded, lost and confused,
Darkness will call me no more.
Heaven is no friend of mine,
No God ever knocked on my door.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Oh its calling my name.
Im standing on the dark side of time
Reaching for the power of her hand.
Shes weaving an unholy light
And calls from lucifers land.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
An angel of hell is rising,
Heavens no friend of mine.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name,
I see a black moon rising,
And it causes so much pain.
An angel of hell is rising,
Heavens no friend of mine.
I see a black moon rising,
And its calling out my name.
Its calling my name,
This spirits crying for love.
Heavens no friend of mine.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Put The World In Order
Cain, pain, stain, train, rain, main, drain, chain, plain, vain, lain, brain;
And like silent killers in the land of your muse!
But affecting all of us in this world,
However, try to learn for the better always in life to respect the muse of peace.
Specialist,
Ingested,
Steadily,
Microbes;
And like the muse of your love in the land of beautiful roses,
But try to do the right things always to put the world in order!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Big Black Smoke
She was sick and tired of country life.
A little country home,
A little country folk,
Made her blood run cold.
Now her mother pines her heart away,
Looking for her child in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
Frailest, purest girl the world has seen,
According to her ma, according to her pa,
And everybody said,
That she knew no sin and did no wrong,
Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke,
Of the big black smoke.
Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys,
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes.
She took all her pretty coloured clothes,
And ran away from home
And the boy next door,
For a boy named joe.
And he took her money for the rent
And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.
song performed by by Kinks
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Round And Round And Round
round and round and round and round and round we go
trying so hard to get a hold of everyone here
we've got to show how much we love them all
we squeak with idiot fake surprise
flap our hands and flutter our eyes
and lap up all their stupid lies
we've got to love them all
and I really don't know why we do it like this
imitation smiles and how 'it's wonderful to be her
i'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll mis
so round and round and round and round and round we go
hanging on every shape they throw
it's strange the way we can't say no
until we love them all...
so we laugh at every stupid joke
and smoke and choke and point and poke
and gag on countless lines...
how much we love them all!
and I really don't know why we do it like this
imitation smiles and how 'it's wonderful to be her
i'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll mis
maybe it's the sex with the drugs and the fools
or maybe it's the promise of belief?
maybe it's the pleasure and the pain of the cruel
or maybe it's the promise of relief?
and I know that we've said it so many times
'once more and never again'
but however many times that we've said it before
once more is never the end...
song performed by by Cure
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Round & Round & Round
Round and round and round and round and round we go
Trying so hard to get a hold of everyone here
We've got to show how much we love them all
We squeak with idiot fake surprise
Flap our hands and flutter our eyes
And lap up all their stupid lies
We've got to love them all
And i really don't know why we do it like this
Imitation smiles and how "it's wonderful to be her
I'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll mis
So round and round and round and round and round we go
Hanging on every shape they throw
It's strange the way we can't say no
Until we love them all...
So we laugh at every stupid joke
And smoke and choke and point and poke
And gag on countless lines...
How much we love them all!
And i really don't know why we do it like this
Imitation smiles and how "it's wonderful to be her
I'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss
Maybe it's the sex with the drugs and the fools
Or maybe it's the promise of belief?
Maybe it's the pleasure and the pain of the cruel
Or maybe it's the promise of relief?
And i know that we've said it so many times
"once more and never again"
But however many times that we've said it before
Once more is never the end...
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Agonised By Love
I crawled through the forgotten house
In open air I will be appeased
Rubyless settings on a terrace hill,
They seemed swallowed by the sun
They seemed swallowed by the sun
It is even hot
It is even hot under the blue moon
I cant sleep
I am deeply agonized by you
Deeply agonized by love
Im deeply agonized by you
Deeply agonized by love
Madding crowd in my view
Squigle myself underneath
I say
The stream flows, the sky blows as a sultry breeze
And the madding crowd still in my view
I think
I am deeply agonized by you
I am deeply agonized by you
By your love
She comes
She comes my way
Here she comes
She comes my way
A blurred moon throws a shadow on my face
The black sea dashed like a thunder in my ears
I am deeply agonized by you
By your love
song performed by by Xymox
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Agonised By Love
I crawled through the forgotten house
In open air I will be appeased
Rubyless settings on a terrace hill,
They seemed swallowed by the sun
They seemed swallowed by the sun
It is even hot
It is even hot under the blue moon
I cant sleep
I am deeply agonized by you
Deeply agonized by love
Im deeply agonized by you
Deeply agonized by love
Madding crowd in my view
Squigle myself underneath
I say
The stream flows, the sky blows as a sultry breeze
And the madding crowd still in my view
I think
I am deeply agonized by you
I am deeply agonized by you
By your love
She comes
She comes my way
Here she comes
She comes my way
A blurred moon throws a shadow on my face
The black sea dashed like a thunder in my ears
I am deeply agonized by you
By your love
song performed by by Xymox
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Book Of Black Holes
You be on yourside
I'll be on my side
In between there is a book
the book of Black Holes
You sling your arrows
I'll dodge the harrows
And then I'll record it
In the book of Black Holes
There be many pages
that goes through many stages
In the end you may find it
In the book of Black Holes
If it's a five or ten
Even a zero I win
And I have recorded it
In the book of Black Holes
Your comments cryptic
Your words haze, eliptic
And like I said goes down
In the book of Black Holes
Your choice to be insipid
Your dreams are timid
Compared to what's collected
In my book of Black Holes
poem by Midnights Voice
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Round & Round & Round
Round and round and round and round and round we go
Trying so hard to get a hold of everyone here
Weve got to show how much we love them all
We squeak with idiot fake surprise
Flap our hands and flutter our eyes
And lap up all their stupid lies
Weve got to love them all
And I really dont know why we do it like this
Imitation smiles and how its wonderful to be her
Im really not sure what were so scared well mis
So round and round and round and round and round we go
Hanging on every shape they throw
Its strange the way we cant say no
Until we love them all...
So we laugh at every stupid joke
And smoke and choke and point and poke
And gag on countless lines...
How much we love them all!
And I really dont know why we do it like this
Imitation smiles and how its wonderful to be her
Im really not sure what were so scared well mis
Maybe its the sex with the drugs and the fools
Or maybe its the promise of belief?
Maybe its the pleasure and the pain of the cruel
Or maybe its the promise of relief?
And I know that weve said it so many times
once more and never again
But however many times that weve said it before
Once more is never the end...
song performed by by Cure
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My Strange Land
I hold the memory of us in my hand
and drift away to a distant land
Candy trees and sherbet sand
As I hold the memory in my hand
I close my eyes and drift away
to a better happier day
A day when I could laugh away
The demons of this darker day
I drift away in a sea of dreams
where nothing is quite as it seems
Purple dragons, childhood dreams
Nothing quite as it seems
I embrace the strange new sights
flying candy Christmas lights
It's okay these child like sights
Fireworks explode in bright white light
In my head things are strange
reality is not in range
where everything is fine yet, strange
Gumballs on the firing range
I wish I could understand
Take you to this distant land
where I live each day now understand
Don't be scared of me in my strange land.
poem by Tamsin Burnett
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A Monologue On the Grave
“You passed away and I am left behind,
With your kids: two daughters and a son.
Two years have passed since you have departed,
And for me these proved the centuries.
You are buried deep beneath tons of earth,
And live there in the unexplored world,
I lived not a single moment without recalling you,
But you have stopped your sojourn into my dreams.”
“I have lost my esteem and where ever I move,
Scandalous eyes stare with slanderous looks.
I remember, on your sad demise there came
Some uniformed men, all neat and clean,
And handed over you to the mother earth,
With strange tricks and so-called obsequies.
They played, peeled forth some notes of dirge,
Saluting you by thumping, thrashing the ground
Around your grave trod the tufts of fragrant grass.
Then placed they braided tassels of wild bushes,
They gave me your cap, belt and blood-stained boots,
And a petty cheque in exchange of sacrificed love.”
“Now no one comes to divide my miserable plight,
I go through the world by embracing your children,
Sacrificing my emotions, at nights I groan and moan,
My eyes have not yet consumed the stock of tears,
I smoulder all alone into the fire of my own entity,
I am confounded whether you were martyred,
Or died a vain death while bleeding the countrymen,
Fighting for the Nato’s Peace Keeping Forces who made you
The victim of friendly-fire.”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Dream
In noon's heat, in a dale of Dagestan
With lead inside my breast, stirless I lay;
The deep wound still smoked on; my blood
Kept trickling drop by drop away.
On the dale's sand alone I lay. The cliffs
Crowded around in ledges steep,
And the sun scorched their tawny tops
And scorched me - but I slept death's sleep.
And in a dream I saw an evening feast
That in my native land with bright lights shone;
Among young women crowned with flowers,
A merry talk concerning me went on.
But in the merry talk not joining,
One of them sat there lost in thought,
And in a melancholy dream
Her young soul was immersed - God knows by what.
And of a dale in Dagestan she dreamt;
In that dale lay the corpse of one she knew;
Within his breast a smoking wound showed black,
And blood ran in a stream that colder grew.
poem by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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Do not
make the streets know the corners stuck in pain
and holes never ready to open up their blinds
will not see me begging the pave grounds in vain
passion blind staring at your half lit window
sit and cry and scream of the poison oh no
not even the black will listen to sounds swept
a wisp of smoke of you the eyes have always kept
me myself to somehow remind
why the tears keep falling down
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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One Being Brought From Africa To America
'TWAS mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought now knew,
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
'Their colour is a diabolic die.'
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
poem by Phillis Wheatley
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Cries In Vain
Your cries in vain,
When you look in my eyes what do you see,
My deep sorrows within,
My cries in vain,
Can’t you see how much you hurt me,
You made me cry for you,
Cries in vain that won’t go away,
Take it all away,
I see you looking,
I see that you are fading,
You are a mere ghost to me,
My sorrows within my tears that you cause me to shed,
I waited too long to cry again and again,
I sit back and hold on tight that I won’t cry ever again,
But when I see you,
I cry,
Can’t you see cries are in vain,
WAKE UP,
And now look at me and tell me what do you see,
All you ever will see is me cry in vain.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Witnessing the Launch of the Shuttle Atlantis
So much of life in the world is waiting, that
This day was no exception, so we waited
All morning long and into the afternoon.
I spent some of the time remembering
Dante, who did the voyage in the mind
Alone, with no more nor heavier machinery
Than the ghost of a girl giving him guidance;
And wondered if much was lost to gain all this
New world of engine and energy, where dream
Translates into deed. But when the thing went up
It was indeed impressive, as if hell
Itself opened to send its emissary
In search of heaven or 'the unpeopled world'
(thus Dante of doomed Ulysses) 'behind the sun.'
So much of life in the world is memory
That the moment of the happening itself—
So much with noise and smoke and rising clear
To vanish at the limit of our vision
Into the light blue light of afternoon—
Appeared no more, against the void in aim,
Than the flare of a match in sunlight, quickly snuffed.
What yet may come of this? We cannot know.
Great things are promised, as the promised land
Promised to Moses that he would not see
But a distant sight of, though the children would.
The world is made of pictures of the world,
And the pictures change the world into another world
We cannot know, as we knew not this one.
poem by Howard Nemerov
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Litotes II
Mighty fall, all dust returns to dust
As pride's joy-ride proves vain, life's flame departed.
Uncertain is our sojourn, iron's rust
Describes swift cycle's spin before it's started.
Effervescence, foaming at the mouth,
Makeshift bubbles evanescent blows
Away where no-one knows, East, West, North, South.
Unworthiness pares pomp, hour's power lids close.
Despair in turn prepares for disappointment,
Efforts vain, pain plain, refrain cut short,
Most fail to meet their goals, keep youth's appointment,
AUguries by contradictions caught.
Despite profanum vulgus' anguished cries
Each rule finds one exception rules defies!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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On Being Brought from Africa to America
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
poem by Phillis Wheatley
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Down On Me
Well, down on me, oh, down on me,
I said it looks like everybody in this whole round world
They're down on me.
One of these mornings proud and fair
Get on my wings, i'm gonna fly the air.
I said it looks like everybody in this whole round world
Lord, they're down on me.
You know they're down on me, lord, down on me, oh, oh,
And it looks like everybody in this whole round world
Down on me.
Now now now look at your door,
Can't find me 'cause today i'm gone.
And it looks like everybody in this whole round world
Are all down on me.
You know, they're down on me, now down on me, oh, oh!
And it looks like everybody in this whole round world
Is down on me.
Oh now i've never been to heaven, no, but i've been told,
Streets up there are lined with gold.
I said it looks like everybody in this whole round world
Are all down on me.
You know they're down on me, oh, down on me, oh, oh!
And it looks like everybody in this whole round world
Down on me!!
Heart is gone, rain is rain
You know i got a man and he don't never mean
Because it looks like everybody in this whole round world
Is down on me.
You know they're down on me,
Down down down on me baby
Down on me,
I said down!
Oh, oh!
And it looks like everybody in this whole round world
Down on me!!
Thank you very much. we're big brother and the holding company
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Bedevilled
In vain, in vain may I explain
A conundrum of much pain.
Whilst I seek its answer, what’s to gain
Since I’m bedeviled in its twain?
My entry and exit, not of my refrain,
But my saunter between bears my vein.
What truly drives me nearly in sane:
Doodlers who dabble, but then abstain.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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