The Nature of an Un-Dead Man
He threw the ball for five miles it reached,
The route to put the shot was black and dark
In the middle of a forest at night, fully dark;
It was perhaps what? It was a sacred instrument
But a silver bullet, one for the masters of least leniency,
He was to spread the monster of an un-dead nature
On the floor of the forest where the wild mushrooms were found;
It may be different, but this man was unfed by dread
And he left his soul to the dead, like a man who fed
The life of evil, and scourges happened from him,
He left the messages of old that were ours;
Just so that he did, he left us for he hated us, and when should he die?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Not Dead Yet
Written by ralph covert
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Well I was born too late to be a rolling stone
I dont know jerry lee I never me john & yoko
Standin with a strat, Im rock n rolls bastard son
Go out get drunk get wild have fun
I dont got a million dollars dont drive a cadillac
Give me half a chance cause Im not dead yet
Im not dead yet
Im not dead yet
Im a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun Im not dead yet
Ive been machine-gunned handgunned hijacked left for dead
Dive-bombed napalmed nuclear warheaded
Dropped from a jet plane with no parachute
Shot by a firing squad & raped by a business suit
Im dancin on a land mine baby one leg left
And I can still crawl and Im not dead yet
Well youre bigger tougher meaner rougher
Dirtier and uglier and sneakier and trickier
You wanna shoot me with a gun, cut me with a knife
Take your bare hands baby rip out my eyes
You knocked me to the floor then you bit me in the neck, well
Hit me again cause Im not dead yet
Im not dead yet, no no
Im not dead yet
Well Im a wild card hidin in the middle of the deck
You better get a bigger gun, you better get a bigger gun
Well theres a mugger in the alley theres a sniper in the hall
Theres a girl at the bar wants to get me by my balls
And the hangman is hangin, if I autograph the noose
Lee harvey oswalds brothers on the loose
Mafia hit man with a bullet for my neck
Some day hes gonna get me but Im not dead yet
Im not dead yet
Im not dead yet
Im a wild card hidin in the middle of the deck
You better get a bigger gun, you better get your poison pen
song performed by by Styx
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The Green Roads
The green roads that end in the forest
Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,
Life marks left behind by someone gone to the forest
To show his track. But he has never come back.
Down each green road a cottage looks at the forest.
Round one the nettle towers; two are bathed in flowers.
An old man along the green road to the forest
Strays from one, from another a child alone.
In the thicket bordering the forest,
All day long a thrush twiddles his song.
It is old, but the trees are young in the forest,
All but one like a castle keep, in the middle deep.
That oak saw the ages pass in the forest:
They were a host, but their memories are lost,
For the tree is dead: all things forget the forest
Excepting perhaps me, when now I see
The old man, the child, the goose feathers at the edge of the forest,
And hear all day long the thrush repeat his song.
poem by Edward Thomas
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without IT she couldn't fly
She glared at the dark night sky,
Her gentle skin had felt the rain,
She spread her wings, prepared to fly
But crouched down in awful pain.
She jumped into the hell not sky,
Her snow white wings are now black
Whith IT she used to reach so high,
And now for her there's no turning back.
She stood and glared at night sky,
Her dirty clothes are soaking wet,
If only she didn't fly
Her mind of not been now dead.
She took a look apon the sky,
For very last time- spread her wings,
A silver blade had raised up high
LIke lightning it had split her wrists.
The girl collapsed in need of dose,
Without it she couldn't fly
' So why I need to live? ' she froze
A needle had appeared in the sky.
She reached for it, but it's too high,
Her brown eyes- are now blanc,
'COCANE' her mind had begging- wishpered back,
As life had left her in the dark...
poem by Snejana Novosedlova
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Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt
I never loved you more, ma soeur
Than as I walked away from you that evening.
The forest swallowed me, the blue forest, ma soeur
The blue forest and above it pale stars in the west.
I did not laugh, not one little bit, ma soeur
As I playfully walked towards a dark fate -
While the faces behind me
Slowly paled in the evening of the blue forest.
Everything was grand that one night, ma soeur
Never thereafter and never before -
I admit it: I was left with nothing but the big birds
And their hungry cries in the dark evening sky.
poem by Bertolt Brecht
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Cold As It Goes By
my o my
another day gone by
one more out the window
one more out the door
one time left to hit the floor
and find this time it is no show
this is real
no need to squeal
you have felt the pain
you have known since your life began to wain
black figure dashing out of the house
bodies with blood and one dead mouse
something that just got in
the way...... black and red... here
and there almost everywhere
like retribution for a sin
something has happened now
they on the outside may only ask the witness how
but he is dead
before they even came with lead
when asked what happened......one word just one
escaped; not a ton
to say
not today
when asked what happened what happened just one word
Life
poem by David Knox
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Unicorns and Myth
Many moons ago, England had its myths,
Stories of fairies, leprechauns and unicorns,
Who lived in a mythological land,
Where mystery and magic still stand,
For the forest were dark and dangerous places,
The unsuspecting walking through their depths,
Knowing the magical creatures watching over their steps,
Protecting them from the devil that hides in the dark,
Shadows waiting in the tall trees,
But nature has always had its power in magic,
White witches harnessing nature's secret power,
The plants and trees that surround and fill the forest,
Magic and myth to be found in the dark green leaves,
For the forest contains many secrets,
Many secrets where unicorns run at the witching hour,
Or the moon sharing her secret power,
And there are many beautiful flowers,
Blooming, even in the dark,
The fairies sprinkling their magic dust,
To make mushrooms and petals grow,
The forest rich with its vast, magical beauty,
That has captured the imagination of all who see.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Nothing
Shot down your instincts, turned into a freak
You said this was your first time
How fast changes come for you to finally see
Shallow plains for you to find what you...
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo nothing left...
Stuck in with no way out a gift for your grief
Shattered your thoughts of a good thing that you never had
Hopelessly knowing whats right or wrong
Can't stop the feeling, it comes so strong
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo...
Observe nature from a black top view
Left you defenseless hoping for defeat
Built on my fears
Confession of obsession
One day happy place for you to hide
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left for me!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
With this ghost on my side!
There's something left
With you in my life!
There's nothing left!
Nothing left, nooo...
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Surprisingly Alive
Happiness is gone, it disappeared
It played me for years making me feel I deserved it
It was positive, and left me an optimist
I saw life through different eyes with happiness
It made me see what cannot be seen
It made me feel feelings I had not bothered to explore
I felt free beneath it's control
I felt invincible in it's arms
Happiness was my everything, it was my soul
It was what kept me moving forward
It was what made me want to live, to breath, to be
Then one day it left, it walked out on me
It left nothing behind but memories I could not have again
It walked out and never looked back
It walked out on me when I needed it the most
It pretended like nothing ever happened between us
Happiness kicked me towards sadness, it shoved me towards it
Then it left after it saw what happened
It got weak and left me alone
It left me crying behind the door
It left me bleeding on the bathroom floor
It left me wishing I had never lived
It left me screaming into my pillow in pain with sadness
It left me walking aimlessly at night with tears crawling down my face
It left me with the words 'I give up' floating above my head
It left me imagining what death would taste like
It left me cold, scared, hopeless, alone
It left...
poem by Mariam Abdelghani
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Pauline Barrett
Almost the shell of a woman after the surgeon's knife!
And almost a year to creep back into strength,
Till the dawn of our wedding decennial
Found me my seeming self again.
We walked the forest together,
By a path of soundless moss and turf.
But I could not look in your eyes,
And you could not look in my eyes,
For such sorrow was ours -- the beginning of gray in your hair,
And I but a shell of myself.
And what did we talk of? -- sky and water,
Anything, 'most, to hide our thoughts.
And then your gift of wild roses,
Set on the table to grace our dinner.
Poor heart, how bravely you struggled
To imagine and live a remembered rapture!
Then my spirit drooped as the night came on,
And you left me alone in my room for a while,
As you did when I was a bride, poor heart.
And I looked in the mirror and something said:
"One should be all dead when one is half-dead --
Nor ever mock life, nor ever cheat love."
And I did it looking there in the mirror --
Dear, have you ever understood?
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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A Case Of Murder
They should not have left him there alone,
Alone that is except for the cat.
He was only nine, not old enough
To be left alone in a basement flat,
Alone, that is, except for the cat.
A dog would have been a different thing,
A big gruff dog with slashing jaws,
But a cat with round eyes mad as gold,
Plump as a cushion with tucked-in paws---
Better have left him with a fair-sized rat!
But what they did was leave him with a cat.
He hated that cat; he watched it sit,
A buzzing machine of soft black stuff,
He sat and watched and he hated it,
Snug in its fur, hot blood in a muff,
And its mad gold stare and the way it sat
Crooning dark warmth: he loathed all that.
So he took Daddy's stick and he hit the cat.
Then quick as a sudden crack in glass
It hissed, black flash, to a hiding place
In the dust and dark beneath the couch,
And he followed the grin on his new-made face,
A wide-eyed, frightened snarl of a grin,
And he took the stick and he thrust it in,
Hard and quick in the furry dark.
The black fur squealed and he felt his skin
Prickle with sparks of dry delight.
Then the cat again came into sight,
Shot for the door that wasn't quite shut,
But the boy, quick too, slammed fast the door:
The cat, half-through, was cracked like a nut
And the soft black thud was dumped on the floor.
Then the boy was suddenly terrified
And he bit his knuckles and cried and cried;
But he had to do something with the dead thing there.
His eyes squeezed beads of salty prayer
But the wound of fear gaped wide and raw;
He dared not touch the thing with his hands
So he fetched a spade and shovelled it
And dumped the load of heavy fur
In the spidery cupboard under the stair
Where it's been for years, and though it died
It's grown in that cupboard and its hot low purr
Grows slowly louder year by year:
There'll not be a corner for the boy to hide
When the cupboard swells and all sides split
And the huge black cat pads out of it.
Submitted by Andrew Mayers
poem by by unknown author
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Death of Dusk
The sun resigns,
bleeds out the vestiges –
remnants of the day.
Exsanguination edges into twilight:
red-brown hangs;
upwards darkens:
blue-brown,
blue-black,
death-black,
disquiet – furtive,
like ghoul-ridden fog.
A sombre moon assumes its role,
gushing silver-white lymph upon the muted scape –
a prequel of supernatural undertones
to chill the scene,
ice the spine,
kill the brain –
we have unnerved the very firmament.
But now a shadow closing down the globe:
dinosaurian cloud shrouds the moon glaze,
claims the late hour –
declared in a dying crow caw.
I, the hidden owl
– nemesis of claustrophobic minds –
awake! for mammal flesh –
fresh, jerking out its warmth in dance of death.
Rock-still I perch in sculptured oneness
with my crooked night-tree,
emanating nocturnal allure.
Together we scowl
together we play the dark
upon the land and sky
and mind
while you lie as dead in your box.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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dark dark dark dark night
dark dark dark dark night dark dark
dark dark dark dark night dark dark dark dark night
dark dark dark dark night dark dark
dark dark dark dark night
dark dark dark dark night dark dark dark dark night
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Potassium is an Essential Nutrient!
I want to peel you
Like I might a rotting banana
Exposing your insides
And, savioring the good
Chewing and swallowing
What's left
Leaving the rotten parts behind
The skin left a heap on the floor;
Waiting for the next person to
Slip, trip or fall over
With the realization that it's empty inside-
Nothing is left.
Even the decay discarded
Seperately,
And divided amongst the pits of human waste.
With the consumption of your soul
Nourishing my body like a silver-white
Soft-light Metallic Chemical Element.
© copyright 2011 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry
Dark Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi
poem by Nicole Settimi
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Spam!
Jam, Sam, bam, cam, dam, quam, ram, yam, spam!
Life is like the jungle of the muse of love;
But, have you now left your girlfriend alone?
Ball, fall, wall, call, mall, pall, tall, gall, hall, all;
And like your dessert in the desert!
But, have you left your boyfriend in the forest? !
Dissent,
Distinct,
Diesel,
Dignity;
With the rule of my love to satisfy you,
But, have you left someone alone in the dark?
Disclosure,
Deserted,
Deserve,
Desire;
And like the love of your muse in the land of joy! !
But, try to do the right thing always.
Diet,
Differ,
Decoration,
Dessert;
And like the spam seen on the net! !
But, it is time for us all to live in peace on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Shot In The Dark
Everyday its the same old situation
I face the same old line of empty faces
Sit at my desk while the clock counts up my wages
Pick up my pay every friday and take off like a
Shot in the dark
I took off like a shot in the dark
I split the scene like a shot in the dark
Aint got no target, dont aim for no mark
cause Im off like a shot in the dark
It was only a game when we first started
The novelty wore away and the fun departed
I cant live up anymore to those things I spouted
And if you say you feel the same way
Ill be off like a
Shot in the dark
Theres no changes going down
Theres no lesson to be found
Makes no sense to hang around
If thats all there is to that
(thats what she said)
Someone just tossed a bomb through
Kitchen window
And in the middle of a shoo-fly pie
Mama took off like a
Bat out of hell
She took off like a shot in the dark
song performed by by Utopia
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Forest
In that magic forest, towering trees
Unexpectedly come forward from the haze.
Out of the earth, roots spring from other roots,
Like the arms of the dwellers of burial vaults.
Under the cover of the blazing autumn leaves
Lonesome giants, trolls, and lions used to live.
Here sailors saw the tracks in golden sand
Left behind by a six-fingered human hand.
Peers of France and Arthurian valiant knights
Never set on this forbidden place their sights.
Nor the bushes ever hid a pirates’ lair,
Nor a hermit ever made his lodging there…
Only once, they saw in a lurid tempest’s light -
Cat-headed woman softly stepped into the night;
Doomed to wear a solid silver coronet,
She was lamenting and sobbing till the sunset.
No communion was given by a priest
When, by quiet dawn, she passed away in peace.
All this happened, all this happened in those years,
Which have passed without leaving any trace.
All this happened, all this happened in a realm,
Which would never come across your wildest dreams.
I imagined all of this by looking at
Fiery braids that always snake around your head,
Looking at your ever changing greenish eyes,
They're akin to Persian feverish turquoise.
Well, perhaps that forest is a soul of yours,
Well, perhaps that forest 's always my remorse.
Or perhaps, one day when we will die,
To this forest we will travel – you and I.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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Straight Through The Heart
You came on like an angel
I didnt see the evil in your eyes
I could see but I was blinded
Oh, believed your lies
You hit we with your promises
You shot me, I fell to the ground
Your promise of tomorrow
When I looked, you were
Nowhere to be found
You set me up right from the start
Stripped me of my dignity
You got me straight
Through the heart
I never did stand a chance
You got me straight
Through the heart
You cut me and left me for dead
You promised me a heaven
Turned out to be one hell all the time
The truth that youre pretending
Was just a chorus of lies
You set me up right from the start
Strip me of my dignity
And got me straight
Through the heart
I never did stand a chance
Got me straight through the heart
You cut me and left me for dead
You cut me and left me for dead
You came on like an angel
Just like an angel
You set me up
You got me straight
Through the heart
I never did stand a chance
Got me straight through the heart
You cut me, you left me
Straight through the heart
You never gave me a chance
Got me straight throught the heart
Im bleeding, youre leaving
Got me straight through the heart
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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New Beginning
hand me down some photographs
spread across the floor
a broken record spins in circles
she can't listen anymore
she's turned around a thousand times
she set that bridge a fire
but did you wanna listen
you took the world with you
so what is left
so what is left for me
i called you on the phone again
just the other day
it sounds to me you found your place
and everything is great
but did you wanna listen
you took the world with you
so what is left
so what is left for me
i try
so hard to figure out
why
no explanation keeps me waiting
lets try
because i know you won't forget
i know
even if the story is over
but did you wanna listen
you took the world with you
so what is left for me
so what is left for me
but did you wanna listen
you took the world with you
so what is left
so what is left for me
what's left for me
song performed by by Finch from What It Is To Burn
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Fairy
Somehow we run in the dark forest
No light, no sight, just night
But my heart's still searching for a hope
To fight, for right
And then all's shiny like fairy
In the circle, in the middle
of the forest
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Voice Of Night
voice....voice of night
in the dark forest
walk by the fear
shadow of trees
the blood curdling masks
for the forest
laughing....
voice of Animals
werewolf in the dark
eyes look at me
side by side
walk with me
walk in the dark forest
shine...
I run, run
for free
shine, , , ,
voices...
werewolfs chace behinde me
scream...
free
shine
runaway,
run
shine
fear
I yelling
werewolfs laughing
voice of happy
cry of fears
shine
free
white stone front me
freedom is only hallucination
freedom is only mirage
freedom is dead end
werewolfs.....
laughing.....
aggress to me
I fear
I cry
My tears in the eart
I look at sky
sky is dark
sky is cloudly
tears....dark rains
I laughing....laughing....laughing
disembowel... .
blood....
dismember
werewolfs...
vo ice of night
howler in the forest
dark sky
freedom
red stone was stone of freedom
die for freedom
die....
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Home From Work At Dark Detroit: Original 10 12 2009
Home from work at dark Detroit
City night invisible front doors
Shut below roof hung welcome light
A burglars forewarning of porches
Raised three steps above entry
Galleries there where beds once kept
They passed away generations
Who gave mulatto sons to raise
And still they slept
Soldiering from monument to monument
Home from work at dark Detroit
They spun the bail impinged upon the
Forest swell sacked the fields and sung
To the pitch of the gospel themes
The sacred geometry of old lines
Of old masters of slaves
Home from work at dark Detroit
The lot is legal and sweetly placed
For the old master still draws
A time phased consciousness frozen
And still set to the pace
Its home from work from factories
Building the mold for the DNA
The enzyme left of the racist face.
poem by Lee B. Mack
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