The Demiurge's Laugh
It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
It was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly heard—all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.
The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As of one who utterly couldn’t care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.
I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And checked my steps to make pretence
It was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.
poem by Robert Frost
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Free Like A Flying Demon
Im calling upon your attention
Now is the time, were talking serious redemption
Come follow me
Red light wasnt warning when I first saw her body move
I wasnt sure it was a jet stall.
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Why cant you see into the future?
Youre going to get hurt by someone who wont suit ya
They call it your destiny
But I am pretty sure now
That one whos lonely cant get hurt / is getting stronger
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Someday it might just work but this aint that time
This grounded flight is taking off, Ill leave you behind
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
song performed by by E-type
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My past is my demon
my demon, it haunts me everyday,
never doing what best for me,
i please others before myself,
i let it become me,
my demon,
never lets me love myself,
always telling me what not to love,
its always there when i'm turned on,
reminding me of painful memories,
i don't wish to remember,
that's my demon,
paing don't go away,
it knocks at my front door waiting to be let in,
how can i?
it what holding me back from having a life,
from trusting people,
my deamon it don't play by the rules,
if it did,
it will know it is not welcome,
but my demon is what i have to face,
so i opened the door to let it in,
my demon is now apart of me,
it what makes me who i am.
poem by Mona Martinez
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My Little Demon
Written by lindsey buckingham.
My little demon, cominon down.
My little demons turnin me around.
All of my friends keep on tellinme
That I just aint the man I used to be.
I really dont like it...aint nothing I can do.
I really dont like it...Im leaving it to you.
My little demon, making me choose.
Making me an offer I cant refuse.
Hard as a rock,dry as a bone...
Big or little,know that I will take you home.
I really dont like it...aint nothini can do.
I really dont like it...Im leaving it to you.
Why try to hide it?
Fight it...fight it!
I really dont like it...aint nothini can do.
I really dont like it...Im leaving it to you.
My little demon is coming after me.
My little demon...
Its all that I can do to keep that little demon...
To keep that little demon...
Just to keep that little demon away from you!
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Demon Alcohol
Im sick and tired of your excuses
Cant deal with living anymore
Ill give you reasons to continue
While you lie writing on the floor
Ill wash away your lies
And have you hypnotized
Therell be no compromise today
Ill share your life of shame
I think you know my name
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Ill get you
If you could deal with your reflection
Im sure youd see into my eyes
Therell be no need for resurrection
Lets drink to people of the lies
Although that ones too much
You know tens not enough
Therell be no compromise today
Ill watch you lose control
Consume your very soul
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Ha ha
Demon alcohol
Demon alcohol, lets party
(demon alcohol)
(Im the demon alcohol)
Im sick and tired of resolutions
Youve quit me time and time again
Dont speak of suicide solutions
You took my hand, Im here to stay
This time its you or me
Ill never set you free
Therell be no compromise today
So satisfy your lust
Too much cant be enough
Ill introduce myself today
Im the demon alcohol
The demon alcohol
Aha
Demon alcohol
Demon alcohol
Lets party
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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The Demon Won
the demon won
the game
i lost
ill not be the same
the demon took
everything
i lost
i am nothing
the demon destroyed
my spirit
i lost
no one believes it
the demon ate
my soul
im lost
in this empty hole
poem by Sandy Nobody
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My Angel The Lover
Once I saw an angel with a broken wing,
a piece of heaven was left alone,
this angel had no force to go back.
My angel then told me he needed me,
My answer was,
I am no angel you can trust on.
He told me that he needed me to stay alive,
that maybe I was no angel to him,
but that I was his own piece of heaven.
With a broken wing, laying on the ground,
I saw through his dark inocent eyes,
my angel became a lover,
and I became the beloved one.
This couldn't happen.
He was an angel, I was demon.
I was going to hurt him,
But he no longer fear that,
the only thing he could take care of was his love.
My heart broke into pieces,
but while the pieces were falling I understood,
I am no angel,
but I could love..
Suddenly I felt in love with the angel,
''The lion felt in love with the lamb''
The demon became angel,
a lover,
another being...
Love can make us change,
it can heal wounds,
and create new ones too..
It will take us to new places,
it will have no pride,
It will have no prejudice,
love will only happen,
and as my angel,
sometimes we have to break a wing,
to reach what we love.
poem by Ana Lia Zaldivar
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Rose Colored Glasses
Does it really matter,
How impressive a demon is dressed?
A demon is a demon.
No matter how fashionable the deception.
Or from which side of the mouth one speaks,
To bare flawless teeth.
Listen with open ears.
And cover up that tender heart.
A demon will always flip flop excuses to exchange.
And take off those damn rose colored glasses.
They may give you an image,
But do absolutely nothing for your brain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Mask One Wears
It doesn't matter what name is claimed,
Or fame gained by what is done one does.
It doesn't matter what heights sought and reached,
Or lessons taught by the best of teachers...
To seek those dreams upon us to be bestowed.
As each one of us may 'say' we keep pursued,
With a masquerading of recited prayer done to do.
Like one going through motions without insight.
If nothing is there to be felt from the start,
It will show no matter how blemishes are glamorized.
It doesn't matter what religious affiliation maintained.
Or faith said to have that really isn't there sustained.
One thing is for certain lessons learned must be kept.
If a demon is allowed to become attached to one's back...
It doesn't matter who one becomes or where one is at.
Getting rid of that demon takes much more than pretense.
Or charading beliefs one keeps to convince in public acts.
Getting rid of any demon is difficult to detach.
And that mask one wears to cover one's heart to deceive facts,
Does not prevent a demon from its ride.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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PAIN..The DEMON........
Pain is the only thing,
I feel anymore,
pain is the demon,
knocking at the door.
Pain is the only thing,
I feel is alive,
pain is the demon,
that makes up my whole life.
Pain is the only thing,
that proves the world is real,
pain is the demon,
hiding in the fields.
Pain is the demon,
hiding in the shadows,
pain is the demon,
that makes the world so shallow.
Pain controls us all,
whether we realize it or not,
pain is the demon,
that controls life.! !
poem by Ritika Abigail Masih
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Speed Demon
I'm headed for the border
It's on my mind
And nothin' really matters
I've got to be on time
Look in the view mirror
Is he hot on my tracks
Is he getting nearer
I feel some heat is on
My back
(Speed demon)
Speedin' on the freeway
Gotta get a leadway
(Speed demon)
Doin' it on the highway
Gotta have it my way
(Speed demon)
Mind is like a compass
I'm stoppin' at nothin'
(Speed demon)
(He say) pull over boy and
Get your ticket right...
And nothin' gonna stop me
Ain't no stop and go
I'm speedin' on the midway
I gotta really burn this road
(Speed demon)
Speedin' on the freeway
Gotta get the leadway
(Speed demon)
Doin' it on the highway
Gotta have it my way
(Speed demon)
Mind is like a compass
I'm stoppin' at nothin'
(Speed demon)
(He say) pull over boy and
Get your ticket right...
Speed demon
song performed by by Michael Jackson from Bad
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Pain is the Demon...
Pain is the only thing,
I feel anymore,
pain is the demon,
knocking at the door.
Pain is the only thing,
I feel is alive,
pain is the demon,
that makes up my whole life.
Pain is the only thing,
that proves the world is real,
pain is the demon,
hiding in the fields.
Pain is the demon,
hiding in the shadows,
pain is the demon,
that makes the world so shallow.
Pain controls us all,
whether we realize it or not,
pain is the demon,
that controls life.
poem by Sami Woodall
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Rapid Roy
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got another one that just say "hey"
But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 chevrolet
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' shine outta alabam'
Oh the demolition derby
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the man
In oklahoma city
With a 500 gallon tank
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got another one that just say "hey"
And sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 chevrolet
Yeah roy so cool
That racin' fool he don't know what fear's about
He do a hundred thirty mile an hour
Smilin' at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home
Name of dixie dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear 'em screamin'
For that dirt track demon
In a '57 chevrolet
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got another one that just say "hey"
But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 chevrolet
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Appearance
A demon visited Martin Luther
without invitation
and he threw an inkpot
to make it disappear
and God’s blood, the wine
expelled it to where the sun doesn’t shine.
A demon visited me
without invitation
with murderous eyes glowing red
and it wasn’t beautiful
but a monster, black, full of venom
but God’s name, made it pine away
and that demon was uninvited.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Very True Friend
Very true, my demon-friend, my foolish song,
This play concretely states easy melodies too long.
Very false friends discuss new meaning so boring,
May the deities laugh in their faces when one is abusing.
Very functional is my mind, too complete in fire,
The same friendly fire from a friend who will expire.
The writers of law mean sudden hell so as to expel,
This friend of mine is a demon finding himself a doorbell.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sway
Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground
For all my friends out on the burial ground
Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
There must be ways to find out
Love is the way they say is really strutting out
Hey
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Sticky Fingers
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Rainbow Demon
There rides the rainbow demon
On his horse of crimson fire
Black shadows are following closely
On the heels of his desire
Ridin on in the mist of morning
No one dared to stand in his way
Possessed by some distant calling
Riding on through night and day
Rainbow demon
Pick up your heart and run
Rainbow demon
Lives for his sword and his gun
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Our Search Is For True Happiness
Our search is for true happiness but such we cannot find
And such a gift if it exist not meant for human kind
For some this life is hard so hard a battle all the way
Their plate with food is seldom full they live from day to day.
And others with more than enough are not prepared to share
And for the hungry and the poor they spare no thought of care
They are possessed by demon greed their demon grow and grow
The more they have the more they want and unhappiness they know.
The more they have the more they want they live with grasping hand
And why wars and famines in the world not hard to understand
Too many die for want of food and too few seem to care
And a half a million become poor to make one millionaire.
And greed and the great need for power the scourge on human kind
And our search is for true happiness if such there is to find
And the distribution of wealth as ever seems unfair
And the hoarders far too many and the kind of heart too rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Raindrops of Death
Tip toe dancing within a wilderness sonnet
searching for though lover, my demon knight
tasting his blood upon a fallen sword
hunted prey, evil dark award
follow the trail my maiden fair
pieces of my flesh litter the ground
whispering winds call for thee
waiting for you, dying to be free
echoing passion deceives thy eyes
how can one find thy lover
destiny deceived, fingers grow weary
leaving me exhausted and teary
glinting moon light cast off armor
leading you to my heart
living lives too short to tell
lost and caught within your spell
falling upon my dying love
'I shall split the demon in two, eternally yours'
kissing his icicle tears of pain
clutching him to my bossom, a lovers crimson rain
poem by Cami Walters
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The Dark House
Where a faint light shines alone,
Dwells a Demon I have known.
Most of you had better say
"The Dark House," and go your way.
Do not wonder if I stay.
For I know the Demon's eyes
And their lure that never dies.
Banish all your fond alarms,
For I know the foiling charms
Of her eyes and of her arms,
And I know that in one room
Burns a lamp as in a tomb;
And I see the shadow glide,
Back and forth, of one denied
Power to find herself outside.
There he is who was my friend,
Damned, he fancies, to the end--
Vanquished, ever since a door
Closed, he thought, for evermore
On the life that was before.
And the friend who knows him best
Sees him as he sees the rest
Who are striving to be wise
While a Demon's arms and eyes
Hold them as a web would flies.
All the words of all the world,
Aimed together, and then hurled,
Would be stiller in his ears
Than a closing of still shears
On a thread made out of years.
But there lives another sound,
More compelling, more profound;
There's a music, so it seems,
That assuages and redeems,
More than reason, more than dreams.
There's a music yet unheard
By the creature of the word,
Though it matters little more
Than a wave-wash on the shore--
Till a Demon shuts a door.
So, if he be very still
With his Demon, and one will,
Murmurs of it may be blown
To my friend who is alone
In a room that I have known.
After that from everywhere
Singing life will find him there;
And my friend, again outside,
Will be living, having died.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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The Demon Within
When I was eleven years of age
my mother whispered in my ear
that everyman has a demon inside
and it lives within men’s fear.
When he struggles to get his way,
the demon will show a mood.
Find fault with all manner of things,
and become extremely rude.
And when it’s feeling sorry for itself,
it will say as it raises its ugly head,
“No one thinks or cares about me, ”
and throws a tantrum, and goes to bed.
After having a long stressful day at work,
the inner demon is straining at the leash.
Its temper is fermenting and ready to explode
at anyone within easy reach.
When a man is in a quiet subdued mood,
and something weighs upon his mind.
The demon is stirring up another volcano,
and an eruption is only a matter of time.
If a man is losing his way in an argument,
it will prompt them to raise his voice.
At the very least this will overpower everyone,
of course it’s a last bastion of intercourse.
When you grow up my son and become a man
remember your hidden demon.
For everyone’s sake keep it locked away
and don’t release it for any reason.
poem by Orlando Belo
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