Counting
When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.
Black words, black themes.
You have started a journey in daylight
in a hot desert of fear.
Tormented, because of the heat
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick.
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks.
Self-denial was hurting sometimes
against copious rewards and generous handouts,
like pinned on a totem.
The happening must start
with hidden promises of price.
poem by Satish Verma
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Kept In The Dark
Black days for humanity
Suffer the pain, the futility
Select few with immunity
Not the case for the majority
Eyes that pierce the world restrained
Healthy will to reveal contained
Questions search for truth remains
What is it you wanna see?
What is it you wanna hear?
Control is all that it can be
Control is what we all should fear
What is it to be?
Is it life or authenticity?
Black is truth or is it white?
Kept in the dark, cannot see the light
Words of power start to infect
Must see through must disconnect
Word of truth we all elect
If truth is dead then resurrect
Green is all that they can see
Their only link with reality
Who controls the monopoly?
Exploitation done professionally
What is it you wanna see?
What is it you wanna hear?
Control is all that it can be
Control is what we all should fear
What is it to be?
Is it life or authenticity?
Black is truth or is it white?
Kept in the dark, cannot see the light
song performed by by Xentrix
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Kept In The Dark
Black days for humanity
Suffer the pain, the futility
Select few with immunity
Not the case for the majority
Eyes that pierce the world restrained
Healthy will to reveal contained
Questions search for truth remains
What is it you wanna see?
What is it you wanna hear?
Control is all that it can be
Control is what we all should fear
What is it to be?
Is it life or authenticity?
Black is truth or is it white?
Kept in the dark, cannot see the light
Words of power start to infect
Must see through must disconnect
Word of truth we all elect
If truth is dead then resurrect
Green is all that they can see
Their only link with reality
Who controls the monopoly?
Exploitation done professionally
What is it you wanna see?
What is it you wanna hear?
Control is all that it can be
Control is what we all should fear
What is it to be?
Is it life or authenticity?
Black is truth or is it white?
Kept in the dark, cannot see the light
song performed by by Xentrix
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Aura
The air was dark
The moon was dark
The night was dark
The cloud was dark
The heat was dark
The stars were black
The birds were black
The eyes were black
The shadows were black
The planes were black
A sound of night
The hearts of night
A chase at night
A fall at night
No help at night
The night is night
Where is my sight
I have no sight
Your light was sight
No light no sight
No one in sight
The dark in sight
Don't call my name
What's my name
They call my name
That's not my name
Who said its my name
I have no name
You took my same
It was our same
She was our same
She's now your same
Its all the same
I'm not the same
Judas and my hand
You took my hand
'I do' my hand
You kissed my hand
You broke my hand
You fell my hand
A tear in sand
A heart in sand
A body in sand
Alone in sand
A dust in sand
At home in sand.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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The Fate Of The Black Bird
the black bird flies alone against the blue sky
it is lonely and that is the truth that lies in every black feather of its strong wings
if only it can change its course
and find a place where there are other black birds like it
perhaps it will turn back and learn to sing the song of the black flock
it is not a way of life that its father had handed to it upon its beak and claws
it is not even a choice and never did it ever imagine that it shall be alone against the blue skies
against the black nights and against the towering peaks of mountains
there is no other way of rationalizing about it except fate,
it is the destiny that chose its path and it is simply following the dictates of the stars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poem of the Totem
Miss Totem of Totem School
Wore V-necks and a pair of shoes
Never did care
If others would stare
She knew that she looked cool
Miss Totem of Totem School
Was different than the others
She had a love for different things and never did drink soda
Miss Totem of Totem School
Had tons and tons of others
Big and little
Small and tall
Lots and lots of brothers
Miss Totem of Totem School
Had a million to a trill
Funky kinds of family members
Some are robots too
Miss Totem of Totem School
Has too many sisters
Some are loud
Most are proud
Huggable, funny, loose
Miss Totem of Totem School
Is a big musician
Give her an instrument and a job
Forreal she'll finish the mission
Miss Totem of Totem School
As tan as can be
Sweet as honey
Fluffy like bunnies
Miss Totem doesn't have a lot of money
I'll talk about her ways all day
She's the type to like to play that way
'Cause Miss Totem of Totem loves high rolling
Like skating and eating buffets
Miss Totem of Totem School has one more thing for you
She wants to say have a nice day
Thanks for listening
Staying awake
And not leaving any drool on her shoes
'Cause she likes to use them when she skates
Friends of stones
It is not a paradise
although the sing of birds
It is not the Hell
although the song of birds
although the sound of waves
it is only our world
with many songs in the sky
with many birds in the dream
with many birds in really
It ‘s here that we are living
we are little, very little
we are old, very old
we are wandering,
wandering and loving
this space
we are also
friends of stones
friends of rocks
Fear is with us
But what fear?
A fear sweet
A fear black
or another fear?
Where is the fire of the fear?
Where is the fear of the fear?
Into our World
in a deep of monster
nobody know this
in this world of the words
in this words of the world
but what fear screechs
here and now
without your hands
of red sun?
poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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Black in the Water
there's black in the water
and no one can see it but me
I am the only one to blame
pouring my heart out so carelessly
there's black in the water
though it started out clear
its light turned to darkness
in the course of a year
you put in the promises
broken and never remembered
you added the hurtful words
I so silently surrendered
you discarded your lies
and when you looked back
the water, it spiraled
your mistakes turned it black
there's black in the water
the happiness will sink
but I'm used to the color
so I'm tempted to drink
my pain overcomes me,
that I always knew
but there's black in the water
still invisible to you
poem by Jade Leven
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The Last Flight
there is always a reason why a man cannot
cease writing
there is that denial of what was there a long time ago
it sits there like a statue
beside the door of the house
where the window is always closed
there is always a reason why the words keep flowing
like a river
why the river is always filled with running water
despite the drought
you see the bones of cows
the dust of the sands in the desert
it was once an oasis
where date palms abound where women bathe
with their men
where they make love
under the crescent moon
there is always a reason that you know
but you do not tell
but which i will always deny
as truth
it is this denial that keeps my hands going
like soldiers ready for a kill in that theater of war
it is this roaring lion that does not bite
that keeps me
in fear that keeps me speaking inside myself
there is no one here
there is no wall anymore
the winds are waiting with all the wings of the dead birds
it is ready
i am undressing
this is the flight.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Racist: I Have Saw Discrimination
Don't be a hater, a racist, evil
because I SAW discrimination
One day not so long ago a white man walked into a cafe'
and rudely asked a BLACK man to leave the seat
WELL! ! ! ! the BLACKman turned around and started composing one of
the most beautiful but unknown speeches in that time
'Sir when you were born you were pink,
when you're sick you're green
when you die you'll be pale
when you're angry you're red
and when you're hurt you're blue!
When I was born i was BLACK,
when i'm sick i'm BLACK
when i die i'll be BLACK
when i'm angry i'm BLACK
and when i'm hurt i'm BLACK
YOU know that and you dare to make a deal of my color?
That was what discrimination deserves
Everything is done for a reason
And i saw discrimination so i could tell YOU
poem by Golden Heart
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Procession
A sinuous black worm,
the funeral procession
of black limousines crawls
toward the cemetary.
The headlights on the
hearse stare straight ahead
like zombies’ eyes,
illuminating the way.
Automobiles passing
the opposite way pull over,
some passengers hushed,
some restless.
Burdened with baby's breath
gladioli sprays and black lace,
a funeral is solemn
departure—a journey
before the journey
after the journey.
poem by Sonny Rainshine
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Professional Jealousy
Professional jealousy, can bring down a nation
And personal invasion, can ruin a man
Not even his family, will understand whats happening
The price that hes paying, or even the pain
Professional jealousy, started a rumour
And then it extended, to be more abuse
What started out as just, black propaganda
Was one day seen to be, believed as truth
They say the truth is, stranger than fiction
But a lie is more, deadly than sin
It can make a man very, bitter and angry
When he thinks that theres someone, is going to win
Professional jealousy makes other people crazy
When they think youve got something that, they dont have
What they dont understand is its, just not easy
To cover it all, and, stand where you stand
Professional jealousy, makes no exception
It can happen to anyone, at any time
The only requirement is, knowing whats needed
And then delivering, whats needed on time
The only requirement is to, know what is needed
In doing the best you know how, deliver on time
The only requirement is, to know what is needed
Be best at delivering the, product on time.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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White Skin Black Heart
Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started?
Whatcha gonna do now, now that its done?
The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down.
You gonna leave us lying here
Dealing with the consequences of a bad sound
Of a bad sound.
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Whatcha gonna do now, that its spoken?
These words of a habit, have not faded away.
.................... it clear, conscious gets opened like a wound.
If you cant concieve a better line and better times,
Then let silence bury you, in the end.
When you feel it, when you feel it
Youre condemned.
You see, youve lost your strangle on the freedom road! you
Think ........................of something a long time ago! you
[spewed it out you were so] insecure! it was like ............. on
The toilet floor! youre a [nine seat] drunk, ............... and
You say you want something, .......... you heard the rednecks
Roaring for blood and then they wanted more! life was so small, you
Couldnt get enough. you made a start.
White skin black heart
Dripping,
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Drag your eyes from [aurora] black heart!
White skin black heart
Drag your leg, get outta here [my sight]!
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
You didnt have to start
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Black Rose
Black Rose
By: Adam M. Snow
My dreams are broken;
these words are forever unspoken.
I know not who I am;
I know I am a rose without a stem;
a black rose that bleeds red;
my heart is full of dread.
I try to go beyond this reality;
to a place they call fantasy;
to try and find myself;
by looking for a heart shaped box left upon a shelf;
for I am a black rose that bleeds red;
it seems I am better off dead.
I am a lonely lost ghost;
nevermore will I be your host.
These wounds are but a memory of my affection;
if only you could see my broken reflection.
You caused my hands to be tainted with your blood;
now I have been swept away by this tormented flood.
You left me in solitude;
all alone, cold, and nude.
I know not what to do;
all I wanted was to be with you;
yet you spoke of broken truth;
for you have showed you're uncouth.
I have withered away;
I am no longer here to stay.
I am a black rose;
tormented by my woes.
It's just like I said;
I'm only human, I bleed red.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Dark and Black
Yes I am dark and black,
its none of your business,
don’t fill your heart with hatred,
it is my one and only destiny,
so don’t wanna be my enemy.
Yes I am dark and black,
it is my fate and race,
I’m here to run this pilgrim race,
I’m hot and real, not another fake,
so get used to my deep black face.
Yes I am dark and black,
That’s what I am, I love it so,
I’m not ashamed, don’t be confused,
It’s not for sale keep moving on,
I’m black and proud, all my days.
Yes I am dark and black,
call it whatever you want,
equate me with all your evil and demons,
but excuse me your personal pains and agony,
for darkness and blackness ain’t the same thing.
Yes I am dark and black,
before I was loaded in your slave boat,
and shipped to plantations far unknown,
and made to work and toil for free,
raped and abused, miseries untold.
Yes I am dark and black,
touch my hue and feel the smoothness,
embrace me and feel some gladness,
reject me at your own destruction,
respect me and be respected.
Yes I am dark and black,
forever I will be, don’t block my path
I’m more than this, so let me be,
no matter your segregation, I’m here to stay,
it’s not just a fact but it’s the plain truth.
Yes I am dark and black,
the unending ocean couldn’t change my blackness,
your strongest chain couldn’t break my color,
please blame your fathers and your mothers,
if my son now sit enthroned as your king.
Yes I am dark and black,
I was before your fathers arrived,
I was as I sailed the stormy waters,
I was as I waited my salvation,
I am and forever will be.
Yes I am dark and black,
it is my turn to rise and shine,
burn yourself in hell if you can’t stand it,
cry all you want, it won’t change the truth,
for the Most High has sealed it, there’s no repentance.
Yes I am dark and black,
and whom shall I fear?
why should I be dismayed?
and what shall I be afraid of?
yes I am dark and black,
and so shall it be
beyond this border even into eternity.
Isaac Slimx
May 2009
poem by Isaac 'slimx'
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Innocence
Night will feed the sleep
sleep will feed the night.
I will remain awake the whole journey.
Remove the mask and look straight
in eyes of evil dark and black
across the street.
Violence was lurking in corner
dogs were barking non-stop
somebody had shot the moon.
Give me hand I watch the blood
tricking from mountains:
beyond the border lies the corpse.
Which god was yours, which mine?
Let us divide not truth as divine.
Earth is tormented, suffering is same.
Unbearable was void, when father was away
stung by wasp of innocence
child starts crying.
poem by Satish Verma
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It Is This Freedom
the air
serves the medium for freedom
it is the canvass
for a painting of red wings
against the peace
that the sky blue provides
there is no black string
that binds
us to the poles
we are free and then
we leave
towards the journey
of what we do not yet know
there are no palpitations of
the wrist of fear
what we have is just this
daily lookout
towards a universe
hidden beneath
the black holes of our
longings
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dark Men
Melodramatic, screaming about the petty things.
Can't you see that is nothing.
Dark men live right next to you.
They don't want you to have an easy life.
Some so sick and demented want to stab you with a knife.
Other want to corrupt our children.
Yet more want all your money.
Are you realizing this isn't funny.
It sad that some don't comprehend the negative effect its having.
We are all to busy with self gratification.
Stroking our egos.
Who cares about that man next to you.
Well I do, and I want more from those so distracted, so surprised when their are extreme actions are taken.
Well if you wouldn't have let it go.
How could you not know.
Its black in the snow.
So obvious.
How can so many be so oblivious?
I guess its a human defect that we reject that their can be true evil.
Denial of those liable.
Fine so be it.
The truth you'll never achieve it.
I stand in the way of the dismay you try to create today.
A one man army against so many.
Its a harsh reality.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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For My Neighbor
the black birds are
up
hovering over the
green coconut palms
beside the roof of
her new house
she remembers
Noah and her heart
begins to weep
there are other things
that i can see
from all these black birds
my heat too weeps
but i shall not give
her any hint at all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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black RESPECT
Black shoes,
black suits,
black sandals
black you,
black specs,
black life,
black faces,
black casket dropped deep the dark grave,
Red ribbons,
red lights,
red flowers,
red wine.
Hearse sirens
wailing women,
Black speeches,
Blackened praises, all in all they call it the last respect
poem by Joub kahuria
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Sick And Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
You're the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I won't run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh I'll forgive, but I can't forget,
You know you're a fake, but I just can't take no more,
Cause I'm tired of it.
I'm so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
I'm so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
You're a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
I'm so tired of it all.
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
I'm so tired, I'M sick and tired of it all
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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