Brain-dead
reading more between the words, my fractured
dream, identified by its teeth, begins to bite
in pursuit of an unknown fear, the river
becoming red, a paranoid delirium
sets out a scream under the praised
beheading of a jolted lover in the name
of a betrayal, a son goes to court arrest
for mother, in earth hour of unseen grief,
voiceless, vendetta between the pacemakers
of sick hearts, the horrible incest, nicked
and kept in a glass jar to be witnessed by
waxed faces of dying men rinsing the
heart with blood of fallen heroes; the honeymoon
of unborn centuries waiting in vain
poem by Satish Verma
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A-z- Unborn heroes of Africa
To you unborn heroes of Africa
May your eyes filtrate things drawn to them?
May your lips pass effective flames of creative juices?
Juices to conquer the continent of Africa,
May your heart be a riverbank of love for loving?
To keep love to the atmosphere of Africa,
May your mind be a Dark Ocean leaping wide?
Welling and swelling to bear the tides.
To you unborn heroes of Africa, moving
Or pausing, it is our dynamic dream,
May this dream be an unbroken chain
Of ancestors who ever lived to join
All future generation;
A dignity to satisfy our dreams,
A solemn tone to raise our ego to be still,
A sorrow to fortify our heart braveness
Beauty and vividly vision of truth is
Dedicated to you unborn sons of Africa,
Leave behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that is wondrously clear
Bring the reward that ancestors gave,
Be a dream and hope for the African slave,
This aims; growths, transformation, love, are
Heart-centered aimed on you unborn heroes of Africa
poem by Phinda Mkhonta
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The Execution of Romeo
They came in the depths of sleep
Dream eaters to plague my darkness
Troll whisperers taunting my love
Their poison running through my veins
My soul in chains and on trial
I plead to the jury for love
I plead again only silence
The voice of love, lost in a sinners scream
In the balcony weeping angels,
Rain teardrops of salt onto my bleeding arms
In this dark nether world
I see the cold light of a distant star
The last refuge of my dying soul
My only comfort in this realm of fear
Phantoms sit at my table to deliberate
While dining on lonely hearts,
And drinking promises made in the heat of passion
Sweet as unicorn blood, the last deceit
Hecklers at the windows
Mocking silent poems never sent
A life never to be
The verdict guilty as always
My beating heart the last bastion of my love
I kneel in sacrifice to the Gorgon
Love is lost, and so am I
Behind the eyes of the beast
I see grief not of this earth,
Pain beyond any dying planet
And yes love, in my executioner
For even the blackest heart
Needs love, for this is the secret of all existence.
And as I die a distant star waits
For the next lover to find this truth
You see love cannot be chained,
Nor can it be selective
It resides in the pillars of good and evil
And it will be with you
Even in your darkest hour.
My epitaph, Romeo
poem by Steven Cooke
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Fifty Years On: for Bastille Day 3
It seemed to me the mortal wrong,
the crime that marked her wretched
lay not in anything she did
but what she had neglected
nor could the woes of centuries
be righted by this course
but die she must, for otherwise
she simply was to dangerous.
The tumbril slowly started down
her shoulders shook from view
through the mud the jeering crowd
followed in pursuit
I thought a moment-should I go?
but so much blood had flowed...
I had no special love for blood
and there was work to do.
Long ago that fateful hour-
today is fifty years
since centuries of hate devoured
centuries of fear.
Maybe better, maybe not
than fifty years ago
the world turns now-but I have got
no less of work to do.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Introspection
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Fear, fear,
Fear of the jaws of the rock,
Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear
Flesh from the bone, and the moist
Blood, running unfelt
From the wound, and the hand
Suddenly moist and red.
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find?
Grief, grief,
Grief for the life unlived,
For the loves unloved,
For the child never to be born,
Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair moon
Rises over still summer seas, and the pain
Of sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass.
If you go deeper
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Death, death,
Death tht lets all go by,
Lets the blood flow from the wound,
Lets the night pass,
Endures the day with indifference, knowing that all must end.
Sorrow is not forever, ad sense
Endures no extremities,
Death is the last Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the deepest
Knowledge of all you will ever unfold
In this body of earth.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Zero Hour
A lost age of forgotten dreams
Reflections in a broken mirror
Hiding the images of hway might have been
Time stands still as the glass water shatters
Beneath the strain of humanity's dying voice
No hope, no fear, no choice
Lost hope, one fear, last chance
Welcome to zero hour
The gods look on, desperate to comprehend
The moment it all failed
Their tears fall to the earth
Polluted with humanity's sins
And they close their eyes
Their children have lost their way.
No hope, no fear, no choice
Lost hope, one fear, last chance
Welcome to zero hour
Time begins anew, the gods awaken
>From their sleep
And with it a new dream
Like the Phoenix we are reborn from the
Ashes of the past
The choice is ours, a new dawn, a new hope,
A new age
As we begin at zero hour.
song performed by by Quo Vadis
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Money
A rustle,
' You cannot live without me.'
Then the rustic man cried;
'I have never seen you.'
'Then you must be a house arrest.'
*In Sri Lanka,
Ex-General in Military court.Former Army chief Sarath.Fonseka stood before a Court Martial on March 16.2010.
War with Tamil Tigers ended and when this Vendetta ends?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Hwang Yang
His mother goes there every day.
His dried blood stains still mark the spot.
She gets down on her knees and prays.
Such grief will never be forgot.
Her son was murdered for his phone.
A single bullet to the head.
A single gold shell case was found
not far from when he was found dead.
He was his mother's only son
coming home from work at night.
Police came and took his Dad-
for victims must be identified.
Such suffering must one's heart bear
remembering that final day
to see him silent on a slab.
over and over it replays.
So numerous are Urban youth
like drops of water in a stream.
Still each dropp is a human life.
Every droplet bears a dream.
His mother goes there every day.
A gentle rain begins to fall.
His girl left some carnations there.
She struggles to accept it all.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Blind Faith
Sightless eyes
blinded by darkness
enshrouded with fear
escorted by a voiceless scream
and ears that can't hear
The soul with a mourning heart
cries out with pain
as it's voyage for love
ends in vain
Unknown to me, of why I'm alone
I search for my family
the door is unlocked
but no one is home
Forevermore I ask, 'Why me? '
only an echo replies
and I'm led to nowhere
by sightless eyes
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Ever After
The life of a fairy tale.
Can be like our own.
The ending is happy.
But the story unknown.
The story begins.
Then there’s always a twist.
You can’t get to the ending.
Unless you persist.
Some stop reading the story.
When things, they look bleak.
They don’t have the strength.
Their hearts are too weak.
So they grab a new tale.
Then the reading begins.
If it ends in the middle.
Then nobody wins.
So things just seem hopeless.
Because we always quit.
We don’t finish the story.
To the fear we submit.
God tells us, “Hold on.”
“The ending is near.”
“Just keep reading the story.”
“Don’t give in to fear.”
“Believe in My ending.”
“Believe and then hope.”
“That the hero will climb up.”
“From the end of his rope.”
And so you continue
The prince finds his queen
The greatest fairy tale ending
You ever had seen
But had you not finished.
The true ending unknown.
The prince would not have a queen.
To share with his throne.
Fairy tales are filled.
With both sadness and laughter.
Where you finish the story.
Becomes your ever after.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Blind Tomorrow
I hear the silent scream of the unborn,
the hungry cry of poverty,
the boastful voice of mockery,
and the unrealistic words of a dictator...
I feel the undying pain,
for those that sell innocence into the public,
for those that smell nothing but arogancy
for those that pretend to be someone they are not...
I see the fear of the unknown
the fortune behind a failed dream
the darkness that surrounds us,
the end of what they call 'tomorrow's promises'...
poem by Arjamagne Monsalud Calidguid
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Fear Followed by Death
As I lay here waiting for sleep to take me I hear a sound
The sound of glass shattering, confused am I
Struck with fear of dying I begin crying
Then I see a dark figure standing in my room
He is carrying a scythe in his left hand
A evil and disturbing grin on his twisted face
I begin to scream as he begins to come toward me
Then everything goes black
and dead am I
poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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Wet Dream
My lips start shakin' when I see him walkin' down the street
Of all the boys in school, he's the only one I wanna meet
If he combs his hair, all my girlfriends start 2 scream
He's so clean, he's the number one star of my wet dream
I get so angry if I see him with another dame
I start 2 tremble and I don't even know his name
If he takes her 2 the soda shop, guess who's gonna buy the ice cream?
She gives him all her money cuz he's the star of her wet dream
Can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, boy he's so fine
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, gotta, gotta make him mine
My body starts 2 quiver when I think of his next 2 mine
I know he could deliver the dam 2 the river anytime
He's so good lookin', he's the cutest dude I ever seen
He's my little lover, number one star of my wet dream
Can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, boy he's so fine
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
Ooh honey, honey, gotta, gotta make him mine
Oh yeah
Make my body scream
U're the star of my wet dream
Somebody, somebody, somebody help me sing
U're my little lover, make my body scream
U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream
(Everybody sing 2gether)
U're my little lover, U make my body scream (Make my body scream)
U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream {repeat phrase}
Yes U is
(Everybody sing 2gether)
Yeah, yeah
(U're my star)
Oh honey, honey, honey, honey, uh
My wet dream, my wet dream, my wet dream
I can't help it, can't help it, can't help it
(U're my little lover, number one star of my wet dream)
Yeah, ooh ooh ooh
I can't help it, no, I can't (Make my body scream, yes U)
Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey
U're my little lover, U make my body scream
song performed by by Prince
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Tell Me Now. Does It Satisfy?
Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Can you feel it in the pit of your stomach? The anguish of years. A fountain of tears. A pledge, a promise broken. Anger re awoken. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? With every lie a deep web is woven. Has every thing from you been stolen? Do you feel as if your at someones mercy? Does fear have you pinned down so tight. Its just not right. Your a victim of your own ability to be free. Swallow all your dignity. Say those two words help me. Or take matters into your hands. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Smile as you walk in denile. Its not really happening. Another proclamation of your imagination. Reality becomes a horrible trip. It would make most so sick. They couldn't take it. You just get deviant. Sneak around. Step so lightly. For next time he might be ready and waiting. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Does it ever satisfy
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Mother Earth
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,
Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,
Mother of all the manifold forms of life, deep-bosomed, patient, impassive,
Silent brooder and nurse of lyrical joys and sorrows!
Out of thee, yea, surely out of the fertile depth below thy breast,
Issued in some strange way, thou lying motionless, voiceless,
All these songs of nature, rhythmical, passionate, yearning,
Coming in music from earth, but not unto earth returning.
Dust are the blood-red hearts that beat in time to these measures,
Thou hast taken them back to thyself, secretly, irresistibly
Drawing the crimson currents of life down, down, down
Deep into thy bosom again, as a river is lost in the sand.
But the souls of the singers have entered into the songs that revealed them, --
Passionate songs, immortal songs of joy and grief and love and longing:
Floating from heart to heart of thy children, they echo above thee:
Do they not utter thy heart, the voices of those that love thee?
Long hadst thou lain like a queen transformed by some old enchantment
Into an alien shape, mysterious, beautiful, speechless,
Knowing not who thou wert, till the touch of thy Lord and Lover
Working within thee awakened the man-child to breathe thy secret.
All of thy flowers and birds and forests and flowing waters
Are but enchanted forms to embody the life of the spirit;
Thou thyself, earth-mother, in mountain and meadow and ocean,
Holdest the poem of God, eternal thought and emotion.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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There Is A Day In April
There is a day in April when autumn
truly sets in, when fallen leaves
smells like mould and loam,
when trees are stripped skeleton.
When windless the sun is still somewhat hot,
and there are only touches of clouds
here and there hanging like fingerprints
in an open clear sky.
Its then that the fear of death,
the fear of the winter’s helplessness,
the coming cold sets in,
even before it truly begins.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Science and Art; Man and God
With time, the Man of Science
When he has eminence,
Obeys his conscience,
Knowing God’s omnipotence.
As he becomes quite old,
The Science that ruled his world
Has transformed into Art!
When time ’tis to depart.
His past is now a dream;
The years like weeks now seem;
Within himself, he smiles,
For having lapped Life’s miles!
When old-age sets no doubt,
If he had won his bout,
His sense of achievement,
Goads him to betterment.
And now, he has the time,
And in his mind the clime,
In Science, now Art so keen,
To seek the God unseen!
The Science he had nurtured,
Looks so much now fractured;
Perhaps, like modern-sex,
It has become complex!
And now in his old-age,
He feels no doubt a sage;
Within his old heart’s page,
Has battle’s much to wage.
The Modern Science, he knows,
Has been perhaps in those
Seers centuries ago
Who had lesser ego!
Vexed, he furthers his Art,
To which he gives his heart!
And sees the God he sought,
All through his life so oft!
poem by John Celes
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The River of Blood
It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.
poem by Marria Attar
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Ghosts of Gaza
Words waiting in vain
Are they going to be said?
History comes by little known
Becomes large as mouth can’t shut
Amaze me by your singing
Shut the world from whispering
A thousand pilgrims on the beach
Watching skies turn into dark without speech
Dying with unknown names
In the arms of soldier, untruthfully
Can we trust them to sing along?
Can we open this door and let them come?
Words waiting in vain
Now they will never be said
History made by unpublished truth
Remains nothing but a little assumption
poem by Alexander Foald
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My Biggest Fear
I have this feeling it’s called fear
I have the fear of who will be dying or will I be next?
If I stop think about “how can I have myself prepare? “.
This fear is consuming me.
It’s like stealing something from me.
I don’t know what it is….
How to deal with it
I want to see it........
Can anyone help me to see?
Does this feeling go away?
Are these feelings real or fake.
I also have a fear of not achieving my dreams
That thought makes me want to scream.
I have Fear of my life.Every day that’s not much
I could say on that, I try give it my strife
The real world gives me fear too.
Sometimes, “I wish everything would disappear
Instead appear into fear”.
The Fear of losing my mother before I am ready to let her go.
What road do I take so I won’t let fear win.
Fear takes my thoughts of losing my husband, and
losing one of my children too.
Even though, I almost did loose a child.
I can let the fear, do what it is doing..
I fear of losing my dearest friend.
I am sorry I cant pretend that fear is not here.
The fear of my own death and the cause of it will be?
I don’t want to see.
The fear of my lifestyle should it be the way it should be lived?
or should it be change?
Do I dear change it, but how?
I know that I have a fear of being alone.
It’s the unknown
Is My Biggest Fear
poem by Pam Fraser
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Greek Lyrics
O WORDS as clear as are the dawn sky-rifts
Between the still cloud-layers, and eke as sweet
As violets are, looking through crystal dew,
And with such melody as birds may have
That sing the morning notes where peace and joy
Are mingled all, and every thought is still —
O Words, ye come to me, a toiler here
With life-blood hurrying thro' imperilled veins,
Ye come as from a heaven, a heaven on earth,
Wherein (I know not when) ye were mine too!
Ah me, clear Words, sweet Words melodious,
Too long an unknown tongue are ye to me,
A tongue unknown too long for peace and joy.
No heaven on earth, but ever earth on heaven
I pile and dwindle piling. Pass away;
For I can linger not, nor ease my toil —
Away, and leave me with the dreadful night
And all the sadness of the voiceless stars!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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