On the Horizon
One never knows.
A beast with tearing claws
Or the golden pond.
There might be doom alighting
In your hair like a vampire bat;
Or morsels of soma in a silver bowl.
The thing is just to try,
Simply try to get there;
And when you do
Stand agape at either
Your fortune or your loss:
The important matter is
Trying.
I have withstood both
And lived to mark them down.
The choice is yours.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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I Had A Vampire
I had a dream about a vampire
His hair was fair with flames
His eyes sparkled like sapphire
Only a few who knew his name.
He had big and bulky muscles
And he stood around 6 feet tall
Only the bravest of the bravest
And the fearless of them all
Would ever be so valliant
As to even walk up to the tree
Where this monster awaits for dinner,
And say 'Lord, be with me.'
The bravest of the bravest
And the fearless of them all
Would take upon this vampire
And possibly make it fall.
He drew his sword out of his sheath,
And approached the wicked beast
For it leaped into the air
And onto him the very least.
Man slung his sword left and right,
But vampire had already won
With a bite of pearly white fangs
The evil deed was done.
But wait why is he standing up?
Man was a man no more
For vampire only bit once,
And the venom had the score.
Two vampires now there are,
Out to get the strong ones
The men who think superior
And did what had to be done.
Now an army of vampires,
Each one different but the same
Hung to the courage they had
Still a few hold their name
Of man, though they were not man,
But they had a man's willpower
To overcome this evilness
And fight hour after hour
Against the two strongest monsters,
The ones who started the fall
They tore away the bravest of the bravest
And the fearless of them all.
The one with the hair of flames
And blue sapphire eyes
Leapt onto one of the biggest
And he fell down in surprise.
Vampire ripped him to pieces,
Shredded him apart
Tearing out the only thing needed,
His no-longer beating heart.
Vampire took down all the men
The whole army one by one
This time he made sure of it
And knew he finally won.
I woke up surprisingly happy
Knowing the vampire with flame
Had won an evil victory
But I still didn't know his name
Until one day I met him
In another one of my dreams
Or maybe it was real
Nothing is what it seems.
Whether it be a dream or real,
I woke up a vampire.
With flowing hair of flames
And he was my only desire.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Vampires
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Say what you like
Ill do what you want me to do
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Sun in the kitchen
Boy youre still sleeping
When you get hungry
Ill do what you want me to do
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Night in the city
New orleans pretty
Do what you want
And then can I do it to you
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Its a reflex
Just a reflex
Like fear or sex
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Say what you like
Ill do what you want me to do
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Youre a vampire, Im a vampire, too
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
Brother it dont matter
Sister dont worry
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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The Voice & The Snake
(curly m.c./f.gregorian)
.
The first bowl on the earth
The second bowl on the sea
The third bowl on the rivers
The fourth bowl on the sun
The fifth bowl on the beast
The sixth bowl on the stars
The seventh bowl on the air
.
And the earth turned grey
Sea turned black
The rivers turned red
The sun turned cold
The beast turned pale
The stars turned fast
The air turned to poison
song performed by by Enigma
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The Voice The Snake
(curly m.c./f.gregorian)
.
The first bowl on the earth
The second bowl on the sea
The third bowl on the rivers
The fourth bowl on the sun
The fifth bowl on the beast
The sixth bowl on the stars
The seventh bowl on the air
.
And the earth turned grey
Sea turned black
The rivers turned red
The sun turned cold
The beast turned pale
The stars turned fast
The air turned to poison
song performed by by Enigma
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I Don't Anymore....
this thing is not the most
important to do in my life
i have many other important things
to manage,
but this one is most addicting
because it can be anything
from trivial to serious
or to nothing but just a
matter of expression for the day
like
hmm, when i have nothing to say
i can always say it here
like when i have nothing else to mind
i can always put it here
you see, we are riding on the same boat
of ennui
when we feel riding it
we do,
when we don't we simply turn this thing off
and
do something else somewhere
nothing kills us, nothing can,
as simple as that...you wonder
i don't anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unconditional_Agape
i love you
unconditonally
i love you agape
agape greek meaning
i love you no matter what.
i love you
because i love you.
i love you
flaws
imperfections
good
bad
the ugly
i love you through it all
i love you unconditionally
i love you agape
agape greek meaning
theres no reason why
theres no question
i love you because i love you
i love you no matter what
i love you for who you are.
flaws
imperfections
good
bad
the ugly
i love you unconditionally
i love you agape
i love you no matter what
i love you forever.
i love you because i love you.
love unconditionally
love the agape way.
poem by Krystal Vincent
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Pounding Sexuality
Hounds on the prowl...
Wolves in silk and satin,
Growl.
Tasty morsels loose unleashed.
Waiting unsuspectedly,
To dangle and mesh...
A hidden inner beast!
Pounding sexuality,
And tearing the seams from sheets!
No one lays a victim here...
It is clear these dogs only stalk,
And eat
Fresh and tender meat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Death) Loss
My paper, my pencils, my keychains, my glue,
They're nowhere to be found,
Nowhere, it's true,
But it does not matter much
That, now, I don't have any work to do.
The sigh for the loss of rainy days overcast
Along the lake
After the shingly overpass
Does not matter much
That, now, the time does not go so fast.
The weeping for the loss of diamond rings,
Fitted and shiny,
Bright as angel wings,
Does not matter much
That, now, I need not the shape of things.
And the loss of my home, beneath the sky,
That sits near a river
Where the salmon swim by,
Does not matter much
That, now, home is here, where I now lie.
And I lost where all my cities were lain,
Where the lions
Slept on every lane,
But it does not matter much,
For I have an even greater pain.
The tragedy of the loss of you, my child,
For the only one I've wept for,
The only one I adore,
Never passes
Because you know I'll wait for you
On God's golden shore.
poem by K. Jared Hosein
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But other vampire stories? Well, no, I really haven't read too many, and I can't say I'm crazy about romantic vampires anyway - to me the vampire is simply an evil monster.
quote by Brian Lumley
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Antigone
She lived in a bowl
On the kitchen countertop
At the end of a shaft of light
In the company of a waterwheel
Between the rim's frill
Where the glass thickened to a lip
And the bowl's bottom, carpeted
With Perl mutter shingle
Aligned, more or less
To cosmic north and south
Jeweled with yellow beads
Like the windows of an airbus.
Balanced in her heaven
By fins that beat dimly
A mouth that sucked in water
As if fueled by a rubber band,
Her eyes like ebony pin-heads
Her form horizontally striped blue-
Occasionally emitting a bubble
Or grazing at the waterline
She was a vertebrate all right
Highly evolved and alone
Little fish, little pond, big name-
Antigone. What became of you?
She lived in a bowl
On the kitchen countertop
At the end of a shaft of light
Antigone, what became of you?
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Hide Your Fortune
Fortune hides a fortune of gold and silver,
The very same silver commanding, friendlier;
Frost demands of the gold some ancient health
And power, the very commands have wealth.
Ice is an unique trumpet of gold,
Golden men are carriers of the old.
May God fold in the ingredients of a soup,
One made of pennies of fluid and in a group.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Beautiful Mother
Mother's hair was golden in olden days
She was known as 'The beautiful One'
And although her hair has turned to silver
She still shines like
A 'jewel' in the sun...
And it's not only because of her silver hair
That she is adored beyond compare.
Her ways are sweet, gentle and kind,
She's the 'beautiful One'
With the beautiful mind.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Ashberry
what makes a promising poet
is the one who comes to you
telling you that he wants to write a novel
in some other exciting ways
or simply one who lightly quips
that he likes to play with words
like some tumble weeds
and bedbugs tugging a bundle
of fecal matter
i suppose one that lacks the seriousness
to write the most important matter of life
and he was clear in saying that the one
who comes to him telling him that he wants to be a poet
because he has important stories to confess
ideas to express
does not really become a poet
and i am really, one of them
because i do not really want to be one of them
there is simply no use
at the age of ten, i already wrote my first line:
please leave your slippers before entering the door
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Beast I have Become
This animal.....it's still caged in side.....tearing me apart......help me tame this animal......I can not control myself.....who cares is you see the darkest side of me......help me through this nightmare.....its tearing me apart....I can't ecsape this hell.....help it's till caged inside....i can't control myself.....help me tame this animal.....wake me from this night mare.....no will ever kill this thing......this beast i have become....ITS STILL INSIDE......TEARING ME APART......THIS ANIMAL....
poem by Dallas Stevens
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In Times Gone Past
I see it in your eyes
The tearing in your heart
I see it in your eyes
The tearing in your heart
As I awaken I learn first
First of dying
And lying inside the ground forgotten
I learn of love
I learn of terror
I feel the curse inside my body
My God, my God
Why have you forsaken me and put this curse inside my body?
(We live within a curse) And within the divine
We're born and raised to work
And then grow old and die
In our golden time
Strange
Cut and burnt then thrown into the tied
I have lived and died
Lie beneath the ground
Ascend into the sky
I feel the earth spinning slow
And winding down with the sun
I feel the curse inside my body
Running through my veins into my mind
My God, my God
Why have you forsaken me and put this curse inside my body?
(We live within a curse) And within the divine
We're born and raised to work
And then grow old and die
In our golden time
Strange
Cut and burnt then thrown into the tied
I have lived and died
Lie beneath the ground
Ascend into the sky
I see it in your eyes
The tearing in your heart
I see it in your eyes
The tearing in your heart
In your heart
I see it in your eyes
The tearing in your heart
I see it in your eyes
The tearing in your heart
I see it in your eyes
The tearing in your heart
I see it in your eyes
song performed by by Zao
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Dream Sonnet 2
These are the panics why I doubt what's true.
Escaped a beast, we race towards eastern dusk
Bullets won't hurt me, my manner so brusque
Jaws and claws fight me, but never get through.
Her mages ne'er had the chance to respond,
Killed by a quarter, string, and golden ring
So many terrors a small girl can bring,
Just floating within that Stygian pond.
My dream world shows me as quite heroic.
I'll tame the Darkness but it doesn't quit,
So how could I want these terrible fates?
The evil and destitute makes one sick.
Still there's a part I, protesting, admit
I want to sleep, to dream these dreams so great.
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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Away The Bowl
Our grateful hearts with temperance burn,
Away, away the bowl,
From dram shops all, our steps we turn,
Away, away the bowl;
Farewell to rum and all its harms,
Farewell the wine-cup's boasted charms,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
See how that staggering drunkard reels!
Away, away the bowl;
Alas, the misery he reveals,
Away, away the bowl;
His children grieve, his wife's in tears!
How sad his once bright home appears!
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
We drink no more, nor buy nor sell,
Away, away the bowl!
The grog-shop's offers we repel,
Away, away the bowl.
United in a temperance band,
We 're joined in heart, we 're joined in hand,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
poem by John Pierpont
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Who wins
No matter who win who loss
Control yourself
And wait and see
Things happening
In between win win
Loss loss
And see nothing.
What you are doing
Giving hundred percent
Efforts or not
How far you are
Stick to it
Tha is matter
There is nothing
Win or loss.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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All Of My Heroes Are Dead
Today my radio won't play
You - you died and left me here this way
I guess you lived you rlife
Like a loaded shotgun
You thought that your choice
Was no choice at all
I wanted to be just like you
All of my heroes are dead now
Left me here
In this wasted ghost town
All of my heroes
Yeah - your exit had such charm
And you - you ran a fortune
Through your arm
You lived your life like
A molotov cocktail
Always set to explode
Behind the veil
I wanted to be like you
(chorus)
song performed by by 58
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All Of My Heros Are Dead
Today my radio wont play
You - you died and left me here this way
I guess you lived you rlife
Like a loaded shotgun
You thought that your choice
Was no choice at all
I wanted to be just like you
All of my heroes are dead now
Left me here
In this wasted ghost town
All of my heroes
Yeah - your exit had such charm
And you - you ran a fortune
Through your arm
You lived your life like
A molotov cocktail
Always set to explode
Behind the veil
I wanted to be like you
(chorus)
song performed by by 58
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