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Lost Meanings

In mangled bodies
and severed limbs,
the blood gives up its claim.

A twisted window blocks the landscape
of silvered faces.
No body talks with moon.

Night burns the fat
floats on the dead mouthings.
Death has the foulest taste.

Darkness looms overnight,
very false under the lamp,
eyelids are closing.

Dirty maps unfold the mystery
of religion. The longest book
has the restless words.

poem by Satish Verma
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Run

[Violent J:]
Something has woke my a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more
thumping ensued
I jumped out of my bed thinking I'd been invaded, heard smashing, more
pounding, the sound escalated
Looked out of my window, blood dripped down thy glass, I see bodies lay twisted
and mangled on grass,
I ran into thy main room and Shaggy was dead, so was Nate the Mac, Jumpsteady
and ABK
Bolted out of thy house to see if it's a joke, I heard hundreds of car alarms,
saw flames and smoke
and thy sky above red, I see dead bodies fallin' it's raining with corpses thy
blood is appalling
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope and a gang of Juggalos]
Mama told me when it rains - IT POURS, but never mentioned Dead Bodies - DEAD
BODIES
Mama told me when it rains - IT POURS, La de da da de la da de -
DEAD BODIES
[Violent J:]
I never seen so many.... horrified looks on people's faces...
(Thy blood is appalling)
I hope I never see what all them people saw... and put them in there places...
(Thy blood is appalling),
The sun was so hot... So hot...
I was burning... Yeah
Dead bodies lay randomly some stack in piles, on all of there faces pour
horror, no smiles
I see children, and ciders, and ninjas my age, all lay naked and mangled, most
withered for days,
I found safety a shelter I'm under a tree; only fingers and organs come falling
on me,
I lay sleepless for days as thy raining continued, thy heat of thy sun baking
corpses like food
Then it finally stopped I walk knee deep in blood, over piles of bodies threw
what was my hood
It was right at that moment thy Wraith had appeared, and thy message it left me
might sound kind of weird
But take all that I'm seeing and opposite that, truth is I'm thy one dead and
this is my Hell's Pit.

song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Hell's Forecast

VIOLENT J: Something had woke me a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more thumping ensued. I jumped out of my bed thinking Id been invaded, heard smashing, more pounding, the sound escalated. Looked out of my window, blood dripped down the glass, I see bodies lay twisted and mangled on grass. I ran into the main room and Shaggy was dead, so was Nate the Mac, Jumpsteady and ABK. Bolted out the house to see if its a joke, I heard hundreds of car alarms, saw flames and smoke and the sky above red, I see dead bodies fallin, its raining with corpses, the blood is appalling.
SHAGGS 2 DOPE AND A GANG OF JUGGALOS (CHORUS): Mama told me when it rains-IT POURS, but never mentioned dead bodies-DEAD BODIES. Mama told me when it rains-IT POURS, La de da da de la da de.
VIOLENT J: I never seen so many...horified looks on peoples faces...(The blood is appalling) I hope I never see what all them people saw...and put them in their places...(The blood is appalling) The sun was so hot...So ho...I was burning...Yeah. Dead bodies lay randomly, some stack in piles, on all of their faces pure horror, no smiles, I see children, and elders, and ninjas my age, all lay naked and mangled, most withered for days. I found safety a shelter, Im under a tree; only fingers and organs come falling on me. I lay sleepless for days the raining continued, the heat of the sun baking corpses like food. Then it finally stopped, I walk knee deep in blood, over piles of bodies through what was my hood. It was right at that moment the Wraith had appeared, and the message it left me might sound kind of weird, but take all that Im seeing and opposite that, truth is Im the one dead and this is my Hells Pit.

song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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The Dead

twisted up inside, knotted to the core learned to abhor, the twisted faces staring back at me, latching on to me holding on to me, you never let go. rich was the earth, that filled rivers with blood, blood over, in the back of the new vision. put forth by the state copulate, reverberate in this darkened space work to love and love and love death, dead, we are death, over and out, totally burned out. feel the machines implanted in your head, pulling stretching your thoughts. mangled nerves twist and turn. pull out all the wires and push them into your heart restart the core is turned on obliteration will start in 20 seconds you must have faith, your days are dysfunctional restart, program initiated, i saw death you feel pain i kill you, over and over again. to the end. your death, your dead. i see you, i stab you, i love you, i love you. i hate you, i hate you, i crush you, i own you. i destroy you, i clone, i glow, i kill you, i kill you, i kill you, i kill you, i feel you, i feel you, could i care, could i care, could i care, could i care.

song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Unexplained

In darkness lay the secrets
In darkness lay the creatures
As darkness goes so does the lies
People go missing
Dead bodies found
No blood
Two holes
Life itself drained
And undead walk the living
Undead walk the night
Sun to strong
Night just right
Undead walk the night
Undead walk the living
More bodies found
No blood
Two holes
People grow cautious
Religion, Superstitious, Paranormal
All things questioned
All life questioned
People turn on each other
More bodies
No blood
Two holes
People flee
People run screaming
All that's left are the secrets
All that's left are the creatures
And the darkness that holds the lies

poem by Sam Wright
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Talking.... (Who Listens?)

even the silence of the night talks,
small children talk in their dreams;
old people talk staring out windows...
trees talk shedding leaves,
empty buildings talk to ghosts;
dead bones talk to the wind...
the wind talks those who mourn.
the hungry talk to their oppressors,
the prisoner talks to the walls.
the desperate talk to the noose,
lovers talk with simple touch.
soldiers talk to their fears,
the unborn talk to our decisions.
the moon talks to the night,
and the night talks to the dawn.
the soul of man talks,
and calls it god.
the conscience talks to the heart.
death talks to the living....
who listens?
who really hears?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Twisted

I think it started
The way you twist my words
This world can get so shallow
I feel so tired
I still loose myself in other voices
I cant help myself
The mirror must fall
Its falling to pieces
And I feel twisted
I dont want to be with you
A million night faces
Turning inside out
The lies in their hands
All I do is smile
I dont want to be like this
A million night faces
Turning inside out, inside out
The names on the wall
The pain to remember
I am not what I seem
I have to balance
I have to think
Can I give you something more ?
Christ on the cross
The faceless bodies
And angels calling to me
Please seduce me
Please let me use you
And I feel twisted
I dont want to be with you
A million night faces
Turning inside out, inside out
All I do is smile
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
I feel so twisted
I feel so twisted
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
So twisted,
Etc ...

song performed by by Xymox
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Restless

I dont belong to no one
I dont belong at all
Got my face in the corner
Got my back to the wall
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Im a hair trigger lover
And I cant face up to nothing
Im impatient with the wind
But Im waitin here for somethin
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Restless sleep, twisted dreams
Moving targets, silent screams
Restless city, restless street
Restless you , restless me
Im a face at the window
Im a black satin sheet
And I cant stay warm
I stay out in the street
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Restless

(carl perkins)
I dont belong to no one
I dont belong at all
Got my face in the corner
Got my back to the wall
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Im a hair trigger lover
And I cant face up to nothing
Im impatient with the wind
But Im waitin here for somethin
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too
Restless sleep, twisted dreams
Moving targets, silent screams
Restless city, restless street
Restless you , restless me
Im a face at the window
Im a black satin sheet
And I cant stay warm
I stay out in the street
And pretty baby Im restless, restless
Restless through and through
Im restless, restless
You look restless too

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Darkness Of...

Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...

poem by Suniya Garg
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Twisted matter

Twisted faces, twisted emotions,
Twisted past, twisted present,
Twisted future, twisted hopes
Twisted preaching, twisted action,
Twisted truth, twisted lie,
Everything is twisted and twisted,
O Lord, where is thy twist?

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Taste It

Yes its me
I am the one
To make you see
Where we belong
I was shaking
Like a leaf
All wrapped up
In my dirty sheets
If I agree
To what comes next
I would be faking
With the best of them
It seems a crime
I would commit
Without the difference
Of all the worlds gifts
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
Never never never
Never never never
Taste it
To dream
All the time
Without a scream
In the dead of night
All those faces
Come back to me
Ill be begging
To swim that sea
Yes I made
A picture story
Make you cry
In all your glory
A need to quench
The thirst of many
To justify
And make ready
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
This realization
Owes us strength to show
If youre uncertain
Youre invited to believe
These are the words I speak
These are the words I speak
A dislocation
]from where we once came from
Give sons and daughters
Because we want to go on
These are the words she speaks
These are the words she speaks
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it

song performed by by INXS
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The Ravens

They say they were born of dirty blood and death.
For every one of them who was born under this claim
A mother has died.
Healthy they were
The bodies must be cleaned.
They were covered from head to toe in a thick layer nothing but blood.
It was said this is how they were blessed and cursed.
A gift bared in despair.

(Poem in a Story I'm Writting)

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Breathstealer; the shade

Walking on night walking on air
stalking the moon and sailing through windows
weightless yet fair floating death without a care
having no compassion no empathy not a soul would dare
to defy the quick formless death...not a soul...
no medicine, no kind word, no comfort may console
one who has been claimed by the dark
one who bears his mark
to he i prophecy doom
he kisses ears with angelic voice, yet demonic...
the body dead not by choice that once ate those words... just a clump
no memories no soul all these rag dolls thrown asunder
the greatest murderer, stealer of souls invading each room
each kill breeds bloodlust the smell of death, thrill of the hunt
his job is done,
flawless, as he steals breath and soul
flawless, as he kills, all planned out, like a movie stunt
so horrid...there is no way, it cannot be real! no one taken whole
this creature, this shadow, this phantom, has come to claim another soul
this shade, at a car crash, the innocent unsuspecting. creature wanting to kill
wanting to spill fresh blood and steal more life bathing in the blood spill
flawless again as he danced on air whispering a curse,
in the broken window he groped closer darkness incarnate
darkness come to claim this one girl
she sat there and read a book
he gave her one look and just then and there the room froze
this phantom evil soldier crept ever closer, the girl now frantic closed eyes
looked down and.... a strange light began to appear and set was the stage
and suddenly a bright light and righteous rage it burned into the darkness
fleeing away, but not so quick not beaten
pooling all his strength the breathstealer took a stab, the white figure...
a strange substance dripping out, grimacing and grunting in pain he then
did raise his mighty sword and let it down with shout
this shade was no more defeated by an innocent girl, but it was time
for her, light incarnate moving forward.... sublime
the figure this angel this warrior this savior held out his hand
and the girl took it as they floated up together to go to His land

poem by David Knox
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Blast

In a pool of blood
a face swims.
Under the boulders
there is a muffled scream.
Your private god was not there.

The space is littered with death-snacks.
Births a bloom of limbs,
stained shirts,
twisted wheels.
Dam of tears had a breach.

Stampede of legs –
abandoning the footwears.
Faces disappearing in smoke, confusion.
Road is deserted. A white pigeon lies dead
on his back, slicing the air.

poem by Satish Verma
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Spoilt For Choice

Daylight reveals now night has fled.
The mangled bodies of the dead.
Now provender for hungry crows
Who feast alike on friends and foes.
Opposing armies fought and died.
Now enemies lie side by side.
The scavengers do not care
What uniform the bodies wear.
To crows all bodies taste the same.
They are the winners in the game.
The foolish game men choose to play.
So when the battle moves away
It does not matter in the least.
They are content to stay and feast.

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Door and the Window

My love, you are timely come, let me lie by your heart.
For waking in the dark this morning, I woke to that mystery,
Which we can all wake to, at some dark time or another:
Waking to find the room not as I thought it was,
But the window further away, and the door in another direction.

This was not home, and you were far away
And I woke sick, and held by another passion,
In the icy grip of a dead, tormenting flame,
Consumed by the night, watched by the door and the window.
On a bed of stone, waiting for the day to bring you.

The door has opened: and can you, at last beside me,
Drive under the day that frozen and faithless darkness,
With its unseen torments flickering, which neither
The dearest look nor the longest kiss assuages?

poem by Henry Reed
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Shes A Mystery To Me

(david evans, paul hewson)
Darkness falls & she will take me by the hand
Take me to some twilight land
Where all but love is grey
Where time just slips away
Without her as my guide
Night falls Im cast beneath her spell
Daylight comes our heavens torn to hell
Am I left to burn
And burn eternally
Shes a mystery to me
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl
In the night of love words tangled in her hair
Words soon to disappear
A love so sharp it cuts like switchblade to my heart
Words tearing me apart
She tears again my bleeding heart
I want to run shes pulling me apart
Fallen angel cries
Then I just melt away
Shes a mystery to me
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl
Haunted by her side the darkness in her eyes
But that so enslaves me
If my love is blind then I dont want to see
Shes a mystery to me
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl
Shes a mystery girl

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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A Southern Gospel... (Part Two)

he lay still on the floor,
wrestling with the darkness.
his life flooded his senses,
and the lives of all others!
he stood again by his mother's
grave... felt again that emptiness.
and the first time he'd ever been in love,
the softness of her skin, the gentleness
in her eyes. the way her lips tasted
when they kissed, the way her body
felt beneath his... the eternal sadness
in her voice when she said goodbye!
the birth of his children, the house and
the home... the same 8 hour shift, year
after year...
the day they announced the layoffs, the plant
shutting down... the day the unemployment
ran out...
times of war, acts of courage, and murder that
bruised his conscience.
the taste of whiskey, corner tables in lonesome
bars... the homeless streets, the thugs, heroin stoops,
and jail cells....
if god wasnt dead, well... maybe he was!
maybe that was it, maybe he'd been dead for
a long time...
sometimes hunger was the only way he'd known
he was real...
that, and the smells, the tastes, the touching...
hell, if he had to do it again, he'd do it even harder!

he lay shaking on the floor, tears rolling down
his face, the taste of blood on his lips...
thinking... maybe this is god, the hurting,
the memories, dirty hands and tired feet...
and lapsed naked into salvation without a name!

the next morning, the custodian found a dead
body beneath the altar... he called 911...
and the preacher he'll preach next sunday on
heaven and hell... never knowing, never realizing,
they'd lain there at the foot of the altar!
the true religion, the life and death of a common man!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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