Microthin Smile
Stage was set for the god of death
to alight in vertical scoot.
Then a wall of fear was raised
to outrage the door of saviour.
The receptors were removed from brain,
rejecting the manhood
to join the queue of media barons.
Truncated lord becomes unbuttoned;
truth condition wavering.
Not again the ride through fire
Me and you are untying
the nuggets of tomorrow.
Death and dew will decide the venue of the event.
Go on beating the microthin
smile on the face of the moon.
Clouds are rising without me.
poem by Satish Verma
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Tyranny Of Normality
the media is the seduction
of human desire
set their money set their money
on fire on fire
if you try to sell me the truth
then i know you're a liar
IT'S THE TYRANNY OF NORMALITY!!!!!
our culture has become complacent
and has no desire
take back, take back
our empire
and the ethical slaughter of truth
needs to be retired
we're tired
it's the death of outrage
i want to turn a new page!!!
i mourn the death of our age
the obituary's on the front page!!!
song performed by by Papa Roach
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Tyranny Normality
The media is the seduction of human desire
(Set their money, set their money, on fire)
If you try to sell me the truth then I know youre a liar
A liar
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the tyranny of normality
Our culture has become complacent and has no desire
(Take back, take back our empire)
And the ethical slaughter of truth needs to be retired
retired
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the death of outrage
I want to turn a new page
I mourn the death of our age
The obituarys on the front page
Its the death of outrage
I want to turn a new page
I mourn the death of our age
The obituarys on the front page
Its the death of outrage
I mourn the death of our age
The obituarys on the front page
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the tyranny of normality
song performed by by Papa Roach
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The Queen Mother's Faith: Love Lives On!
My love's not like a red, red rose because a rose can die...
My love lives on, past death it goes and grows not asking why...
It has no need to ask at all the reason it exists...
It simply answers my heart's call, content that it persists.
Think not my death ends love's embrace, for love's eternal, dear...
It overcomes what fools can't face and what all cowards fear.
Death's lost its sting and poison, too! What can it do to me?
In truth, I've seen the Saviour's view who conquered Calvary!
In Him, I hold no fear of death, for it can't crush my soul...
God grants to me eternal breath and blood it can't control!
That's why I'll love you when I'm gone and wait till you join me...
By faith, I've seen the Saviour's Throne, beheld His majesty!
Think not that I'm then lost in space and distanced from your heart,
For I'm still in a state of grace with God's Love to impart...
I'll be with you throughout all time! I'll love you without end!
I'll prove to you that love's sublime - more faithful than a friend!
Believe in me as in the Lord who gave His life to save...
Think not of me as one ignored still dormant in a grave...
I live in Christ, triumphant still! Forgiven all my sins...
I love you now... I always will... I simply serve God's Prince...
poem by Denis Martindale
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What Must God Think?
It blows my mind, what must it do, to the One Who died for me and you?
Christ, Who died for all this earth, so that man, could have Eternal worth,
What is the thought of The Lord, when Salvation by many goes ignored?
By the many among The Lord’s elect, when His Saving Truth, they reject!
Do those many souls, really understand, the Truth of the matter at hand?
God’s Truth of Eternal Death and Life, when accepting or rejecting Christ;
Dismissing God’s plan of salvation, God’s way provided to every nation,
So that mortal sinners, like you and me, could live with The Lord eternally.
The Lord God’s patient in every way, with His Salvation open to all today,
In this present age that we call Grace, if only people would seek His face,
But soon this age of Grace will end, and you decide where you will spend,
Eternity, when this age is over and done, apart from God, or with His Son.
My friend, it was never God’s desire, for man to perish in the Lake of Fire,
But that every lost soul would repent, to embrace His Son, whom He sent,
And to acknowledge God’s Sacrifice, to enter instead, Heaven’s Paradise,
So why do many refuse to believe, when Eternal Life is what they receive?
As lost sinners, every soul needs to see, with a Holy God, we’re at enmity,
And with death the wages for our sin, God’s Eternal Son was sent by Him,
The Only One, who could pay the price, to be for man, a perfect Sacrifice,
So all could be at peace with The Creator, and live forever with our Savior.
(Copyright ©01/2011)
Event Of My Death
Event of my Death
As I Iay in the dawn of the hours waiting for my body to rest
I wonder what I will do in the event of my death….
In the event of my death most just think heaven or hell
No not me it doesn’t stop there…
In the event of my death my spirit will leave my body
My spirit will truly start living
In the event of my death I case my location,
Thinking about what led up to this…
In the event of my death I will visit all my loved ones…
My first visit will be to my king..
I will watch over him making him feel secure..
In the event of my death I will make my presence known
I will make them feel me in the heart and their surroundings…
In the event of my death I will travel…
I will hover over all the pyramids in Egypt,
I will explore all the places I’ve never been..
In the event of my death I will talk with my creator..
I will know all the answers…
Most of all In the Event of my death I will meet with my brother..
My brother and I will be together again…
In the Event of My death I will realize I’m really not dead..
In the Event of My death I will know that my spirit lives on..
I will know what living is all about…
In the Event of My death I will be immortal
I will be goddess a In the Event of My death...
I will be what I was born to be....
I will be free
I will be free of insecurities, free of poverty,
free of calamity, free of a broken heart,
Free of depression, free of negativity,
Free of racism, free of prejudice
I will be free In the Event of my Death
I will be all the things I was born to be...
I will be powerful, I will be beautiful, and I will be limitless
I will be a Goddess in the Event of my death...
Now what will you be....
Author: Templar Thomas
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Death’s Too Near
Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!
Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!
Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Death, death
Death
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
D eath Crawl
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Wall Of Death
Richard Thompson)
Let me ride on the wall of death one more time
Let me ride on the wall of death one more time
You can waste your time on the other rides
but this is the nearest to being alive
Let me take my chances on the Wall of Death
You can go with the crazy people in the crooked house
You can fly away on the rocket or spin in the mouse
The tunnel of love might amuse you
And Noah's Ark might confuse you but
Let me take my chances on the Wall of Death
On the Wall of Death
All the World is far from me
On the Wall of Death
It's the nearest to being free
Well you're going nowhere when you ride on the carousel
And maybe you're strong, but what's the use of ringing a bell
The switchback will make you crazy
Beware of the bearded lady
Oh let me take my chances on the Wall of Death
You are going nowhere when you ride on the carousel
And maybe you're strong, but what's the use of ringing a bell
The switchback will make you crazy
Beware of the bearded lady
Let me take my chances
Let me take my chances
Let me take my chances
song performed by by REM
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Psalm 18
I will call upon the Lord
Who is mighty to be praised
Though the pangs of death surround me
To Him my hands are raised
And when the Lord had heard my call
Into the darkness He did ride
On the wings of the wind He came to me
Thunder and lightenings were by His side
Hailstone and coals of fire rained down
And the enemy fell one by one
You heard me oh Lord in my calamitous state
And out of the fire stepped your Son
You have made my feet like the feet of the deer
You have set me upon a high place
You have enlarged my path and given me life
As I looked into your glorious face
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Unattainable asylum
Brainless beauty is a peril.
Brain without beauty is still a thrill.
To me, however, you are a thrill.
My intellect, you titillate.
My heart, you mutilate.
I stick to the job and this venue
Only to see you and be near you.
When the job and the venue go
Where will I go sans you?
How shall I live sans you?
In two years comes my civil death.
Along with it, goes my sensual death.
It is in your hand to put it off
By answering my calls
And sending your smiles.
Can you promise, my dear?
30.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Join Me
Baby join me in death
Baby join me in death
Baby join me in death
We are so young
Our lifes have just begun
But already were considering
Escape from this world
And weve waited for so long
For this moment to come
Were so anxouis to be together
Together in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
Won't you die
Baby join me in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
This world is a cruel place
And we're here only to lose
So before life tears us apart let
Death bless me with you
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
So will you die
Baby join me in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
Join me in death
This life ain't worth living
This life ain't worth living (join me - join me)
This life ain't worth living (join me - join me)
This life ain't worth living
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
So will you die
Baby join me in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
Baby join me in death...
song performed by by H.I.M.
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And Death Washes Only Bones
And death washes only bones;
The mouth of death speaks oft of every tounge
Never his patience once lost is found in all your nature;
Death washes a bone and the astrologer hands two back,
So the moon when lined up, shines down on Venus asleep.
Time smiles on the heart beating and long of face therein,
death puts it back on the middle shelf prearanged.
And death washes only bones;
Deep valleys are filled with man's rich oil,
And covered over memories by death too often dredged.
Lined up end to end exposed again to harvest the tears of wait;
And death washes only bones and man who drinks so bold,
There being no truth and lies sown shut death eyes all bottoms.
d.t.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Truth Of Life!
Oh! The great death, the grand gift of life
Knows not the young or old, rich or poor
Visits all, acts as double edged knife
Can take the body, soul never!
None desires death, but that death spares none
For the good or bad, read or unread
Death brings pain and grief, sure gives not fun
None on earth wants death, that comes unsaid!
Man with wealth ever in fear of death
Men sans wealth with love for kith and kin
All in constant fear and worry
Over death none has control any!
Truth of life is certainty of death
Do thy duty, face death bold on earth!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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A Death Wish Of The Unfortunate Stand-by
sometimes, when i stand waiting for someone who does not come
i whistle
for death, as though it is a friend and i am the willing one to go with it in its new journey hoping that perhaps i may like it
finally, when i do not have to go back and retrace my origin and then regret,
and death hears it and comes to me and asks me if i am going with him
to an escapade,
an adventure,
for death is an escape,
a closing of a door,
a making of a wall,
a locking of a window,
a stopping of a noise of an engine
on the street,
and when death is nearer, i begin to fear and ask myself,
what shall happen next?
and i deny i whistled for it, and i assure it that it is simply a mistake, a wrong call,
a slip of my tongue
and death believes me,
for death is a respecter of our own misfortune,
our errors, our negligence and even pretensions,
a keeper sometimes of our own lies,
and death leaves me, and i have sighs, i doubt what i really want,
and sadly, i wish i had told it the truth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ride on, Lord, ride on
Ride on, Lord, ride on
Your final battle is to be won.
Ride on, Lord, ride, ride
As the crowd 'Hosannas' cried.
Ride on, Lord, ride, ride
To Golgotha to be crucified.
Take the cross, Lord, take
Please take it up for our sake.
Climb the hill, Lord climb
For now is the appointed time.
Lay down Your life, Lord, lay
For only You the price can pay.
Go into death, Lord, go
So we God's forgiveness may know.
Rise again, Lord, rise again
So that we eternal life may gain.
It is finished, Lord, finished
Our salvation has been accomplished.
Well done, Lord, well done
The victory has now been won.
Come again, Lord, come
And take us to our heavenly home.
Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I join the queue
We move up nicely.
I ask the lady in front
What are we queuing for.
'To join another queue,'
She explains.
'How pointless,' I say,
'I'm leaving.' She points
To another long queue.
'Then you must get in line.'
I join the queue.
We move up nicely.
poem by Roger McGough
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Join Me In Death
Baby join me in death
Baby join me in death
Baby join me in death
We are so young
Our lives have just begun
But already we're considering
Escape from this world
And we've waited for so long
For this moment to come
Was so anxious to be together
Together in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
Won't you die
Baby join me in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
This world is a cruel place
And we're here only to lose
So before live tears us apart let
Death bless me with you
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
Won't you die
Baby join me in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
This live ain't worth living
This live ain't worth living
This live ain't worth living
This live ain't worth living
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
Won't you die
Baby join me in death
Won't you die tonight for love
Baby join me in death
Baby join me in death
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Fear And Death
Fear could be the starter of death
Death envokes fear
Both team up to destroy dreams and lives
As life goes on death and fear multiplies
Never fear death or it may control you
Death uses your fears to quicken the pace
Death still surrounds you as your fear as well
poem by Runni McDaniel
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