Anecdote
I can report an anecdote in history of geography,
Inside this misdemeanour is a fortunate occurrence;
Ghouls and spirits of the dead collide with the heart
And want hiding for their ill-conceived plans.
Many dispel other people with their frowns and abuses,
Groaning in this life with death at the heels.
I can conceive of no justice other than this one,
Lusts are worth the compromise, truths hurt more.
This incident, this act of a poltergeist on a ration,
Made me extinguished, for I am a ghost or actor.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The War
Strangers are the souls in the world of the wars
The lives cradle somehow between the death and life
They try to survive the hardship of the life the abject truths of life are there with all their ugly faces
The mercy of hearts are extinguished
The spirits at the cruelty of the men got lost
What the eyes sees the heart ignores
Ah strangers are the souls at the winter night they shiver alone
Like wounded birds they are pale ignored
Alone in this world no place for the broken souls
People are selfish their hearts deny to see others pain
Only in the war you can clearly see the simple truths of the world,
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ghosts and Gods
This goal plans each ghost,
They dwell among stone almost.
The ghost is nasty to having depression,
May we delve into the hostages and abduction.
This capsule must be taken,
Inside it holds remarkable wrong and distortion.
I have a distraction, I have foolish ways,
We interrupt the devils and ghouls of alleyways.
Let demon be demon, god be god,
And let them salvage everything that is odd.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Gone To Forget To Leave
There are those who may choose to die.
For whatever reason...
Eyes are wanting to feel,
A realness and not a friction to absorb.
When platters of gold filled deceit,
Offer nothing else to be fed....
With a side order of sincerity seen,
Or felt to mention.
'Gone to forget to leave'
And the feasting of this is encouraged.
Until dishonesty is all that one dreads.
With a wish to numb the head,
From the stirrings that occur from truths.
And although the eating of deceit weakens,
On a daily basis when that addiction eats...
A cry goes unheard.
A sickening overwhelms...
And,
A wish to be released from it increases.
'Gone to forget to leave'
An encouraged emotionally abandoned mind...
Feeds until the peace of eternal rest has come,
Of what is wished.
And with a consciousness,
Desperately wanting transistion now a mission...
But never accepted to come from one so...
Talented and gifted!
But hurting from a place...
No one took the time to touch to get to know,
And so much pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined the stars awaiting.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined...
With the others worthy.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known,
To God...
Has joined,
Eternity!
Goodbye to pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
No more pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone is pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding,
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Justice is the One who gives Life on Me
For the people who seek for comfort or dead mercy,
Their fairness sob and yet still strife for their right,
I rage against the death of justice before it will be.
My eyes shed tears, my heart crumpled tenderly
Cries of beggar and poor who gleamed on my sight,
For only Justice is the one who gives life on me.
The soul who screams, murdered by hatred and fury,
By means of politics, they were killed and cause blight
I rage against the death of justice before it will be.
Such criminals must be punish and injured severely,
Either they’ll tell the truth or lie, a freedom to fight,
For only Justice is the one who gives life for me.
Unjust power, ways of government over sovereignty,
To rule the nation seeking in dark the hopes in light
Yet, rage against the death of justice before it will be.
Hearts and souls are estranged on life that’s so unlucky,
And unfair and believers grasp on their faith; hold on tight,
And rage against the death of justice before it will be,
For only Justice, Justice and Justice…
Which the one who gives life to me.
poem by Raymond Cabrera
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Valley Of The Ghouls
Energized with a sacrifice,
To remain devoted to purpose...
And a disciplined life.
Is a lonely proposition...
For those walking on a path,
That breaks away from traditions.
And pre-conditions as if accepted missions.
Achieving with dignity and a motivation to fulfill...
At times can promote discouragement.
And attention from those mean spirited...
Out to kill goodwill!
And this they will...
As if skilled.
It is difficult to maintain in the valley of the ghouls.
Those who rush to confirm the dead through obituaries.
Those who nourish upon others' despair.
Those who delight in ruling over their blight!
As if this ignites their wicked moods with added fuel.
It is difficult to maintain in the valley of the ghouls.
Those rushing from repast to repast...
To sip and dine to leave.
These are the people holding their breaths...
With a more interest in death,
Than to living lives invested...
In a happiness to manifest.
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death!
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death.
Oh yes...
It is difficult,
To maintain...
In the valley of the ghouls.
When people express,
How good someone looks...
Dressed!
And appearing...
To be at peace in a restful death.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Under The Cover Of The Night
living so enclosed
like a dead man inside a coffin
there is no choice
but to sleep and inside the dream
pray more,
the man keeps reciting the prayers
on his fingers
to dispel all fears about death
when he wakes up however
everything becomes a different matter
it is not something strange
but it was the most certain thing that happens
death upon death
death of death
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom Of Speech
Freedom has a way of watching over us,
When mountains display acts of courage,
And fountains doubt their spillage,
From within they differ.
I see history of the devils and demons
Collide with fortunate gold and silver;
With diamonds from the air and earth,
As far as the sky can be seen with eyes of the head
That is intelligent.
We must act together in spirits
That deny our happy hearts
But aid the hungry individuals
And the offensive hunters and malcontents.
Watching the freedom of others made rules
Between the acts of the living.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dead Lion
Lion died
And dead lion
Came to me crying
Dead lion wanted to know
so many thing about life.
I am not here
To told about
Lion's history
Or geography of the area
Where lion was.
Dead lion
I found within
My house my country
Lion was enchanted
on the scene here
Even after death
That much I knew.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Come The Dawn
The darkness crept in-slinking
'Cross the creaking maple floors
And in the distance the wind 'twas groaning
While the blackbirds were cackling at the doors
The trees in the forest black were whispering
Branches were snapping at vampire bats
Dracula came out of hiding in a lust for blood
And the grounds of the estate were covered with black cats
'Round the corner came a forboding
A lost and most frightening glare of a stare
'Twas the wolf of 'Oberon's Ghost'*
Howling at the full moon with care
And as the night progressed to dawn
But before the first light of day
The undead ran for daytime cover
As the world turned a bleaker shade of gray
Slowly disappearing 'tis the Sun
The ghouls have worked their vile spells
Preparing the Earth for a 24/7 place of darkness
Inviting in all of the evil spirits of Hell
* Oberon
The wraith from my dark poem
Called The Castle on Starlitecafe
June 7,2009
From: The ***Attic Of My Heart
poem by Theodora Onken
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Ghouls Night Out
This is the ghouls night out
Suffer unto me
Devils born in angels arms
Ghouls in heavens fall
This is the ghouls night out
All ghouls go to hell
Humans held on eating flesh
Its my destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls destiny
Hell is where you want to be
I feel the hell on you and me
I feel it every day
Hell is where you want to be
I feel the hell on you and me
It never goes away
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
This is the ghouls night out
Suffer unto me
Devils born in angels arms
Ghouls in heaven fall
This is the ghouls night out
All ghouls go to hell
Humans held on eating flesh
Its my destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls destiny
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls ghouls night out
Ghouls ghouls
Ghouls ghouls
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In the sun
A dog is a dog
And a bird is a bird.
I m flying like bird
and guard my house
like dog.
Dog and bird friends
And in the open field
both want to study
geography.
Geography differs
from person to person
from history to history
from time to time.
And in future
geography melt
like fog in the sun.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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She Can't Be Controlled
The magnificent beast crawls slow
She takes our homes as if they never ours
Complete devastation marches through with her eyes gleaming
A trickle falling from her eyes can be deceiving
Theirs no control over the world
What we believe and what is
Two different dimensions collide
She will not compromise
Sometime she wears a disguise
But I ain't fooled I know who she is and where she stands
They are demands that are made upon humanity
They involve the worst kind of suffering you could fathom
Like an atom bomb going off certain things can erased
Sometimes in the heart it is not easy to replace
Hope I don't see her again
Another hundred years and I'll be dead
I'll be dead oh dead
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Rise From The Dead
There's a ghost coming
a ghost from the past
he's coming for justice
the justice he shoud have had
the justice he should have seen
The powers that be
would not let him rest in peace
they took and they took
until he had nothing left to give
On the last day of october
he will rise again
to put right the wrongs
and live his life again
The ghost is coming
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Why Am I Alone?
Why am I feeling alone?
Invisable and feeling like I don't belong,
I'm hurting inside,
But I musn't show,
Everything inside of me is screaming,
'It's ok to not be ok.'
It's not, you live in hurt and destruction,
I want it all to end,
All this pain and sorrow,
I want it to go away,
I live in fearof myself,
Wondering who will be my next victim,
My anger is hard to control,
Little outbursts all the time,
Then I'm ready to explode!
Don't wanna hurt nobody,
So I keeped myself locked up,
Hiding all my anger and hurt,
I cry alone, I cry silently, I cry inside of me,
If I cry around others, I make excuses up,
But people are starting to see,
All of the hurt inside of me.
poem by Charlie Bones
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Actor Of Love
Hold on
I have found something I longing for
To fill the hollowness of my heart
But why I'm feeling more of sorrow
Before
I am the one who said: 'Oh, I'll control'
But now I realize you are my world
And it's waiting to break apart
I'm an actor of love
I'm trying to perfect
But I'm just fooling around
I'm an actor of love
I want to be your hero
But I've made myself a clown
I'm an actor of love
I need you by my side
But now you leave me alone
I'm an actor of love
I beg your forgiveness
But you refuse me so cold
Sometimes
We wonder why we should be together
Do we really dream of love forever?
Or we afraid to be alone
I'm an actor of love
I want to protect you
But I always hurt you bad
I'm an actor of love
I want to be your shield
But may turn someone you hate
I'm an actor of love
We kiss in the morning
But in night we have a war
I'm an actor of love
We care for each other
But we only circle round
If this love only makes me crazy
Take the story and just let it be
Tragedy or comedy
Or anything it wants to be
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Poltergeist Biding Its Time
Boats of a long-lipped scar:
I play the housemaid of a truant, I don’t get too far:
When I was a ghost, I made it all the way
To Spain,
But when I died as ghost, living I came back home
Again;
And the city, and the village grew with invention,
And you could hear what they were making all night through
The swift toed streets.
They made those too, and the university, and the halogens
Over the soccer filled stamped with cleats;
And I loved a girl there,
I suppose:
I loved a girl there from the rose bushes no body
Knows;
But I had already died there.
I had already been eaten by the swifter avenues of the petty
Men-
The petty men who got her first and afterwards she wouldn’t
Let me in;
And now I sleep all night alone atop the rooftops of
Ancient high schools.
Like a laughing skull I swig my gin:
And I can almost taste her, taste her, while I kick and
Flutter like a laughing wind vane far beneath the
Swift toed airplanes,
The venal rocket ships, the unequivocally winged devices
She cleans houses in;
And it must be petty of me spending my breathless time
Repeating the abuses that she has forgotten;
But she is just a simple girl biding her time,
While I am the fruit that is really rotten:
I am the poltergeist biding its time inside a boy who is
Forgotten.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Their Plans,
Their Plans,
Their Plans will never avail,
We will see that World Emerge with Beauty,
The Great Covenant is between God and man,
All that they planned will Fail,
The God of Justice will make us Prevail with Beauty,
All the bad plans that they had made agains't us will Fail,
We will see Redemption when the God of Justice come's and save Mankind.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Don't Stop Dancing
At times life is wicked and I just can't see the light
A silver lining sometimes isn't enough
To make some wrongs seem right
Whatever life brings
I've been through everything
And know I'm on my knees again
But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way
Children don't stop dancing
Believe you can fly
Away...away
At times life's unfair and you know it's plain to see
Hey God I know I'm just a dot in this world
Have you forgot about me?
Whatever life brings
I've been through everything
And know I'm on my knees again
But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way
Am I hiding in the shadows?
Forget the pain and forget the sorrows
But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way
Children don't stop dancing
Believe you can fly
Away...away
Am I hiding in the shadows?
Are we hiding in the shadows?
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Fellings
good -bye my friend
I leave you this poem for at least some what of a closure
on are friendship a bond
that will last a life time and will live on forever
they burn me down
tell me Im no good
hurt my feelings
why
why do they do it
for self satisfaction
for Im better then the others
that will never amount to anything
they make me cry
cry so hard that death seems so near
that it’s not scary any longer
no more
will I be teased
will I cry another tear
or hurt another sole
I’ve died inside
so often
that I’m dead but still alive
my heart still beats
but has been stopped for almost a year
I have no fear of heaven or hell
I’ll be gone soon enough to leave
an impact on there hearts on there soles
I will haunt them until
they die
I’ll slowly drain
their life out of them
so good-bye my friend I’ll always remember you
for the only one who seemed to care
although I will remember them as the people
from hell
the people who made me do this
I pick the gun up
I put it to my temple
as the gun goes off my last words are
I’ll hate them forever
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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