Running Down the Dog
spooks like to run down target
like a dog on the road
striking bravely from side behind
is desirable optimum tactic method
it’s a bone crunching dirty job
but it delights type chosen dark mind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bright Side Of The Road
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
Well be lovers once again on the
Bright side of the road
Little darlin, come with me
Wont you help me share my load
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
Into this life were born
Baby sometimes we dont know why
And time seems to go by so fast
In the twinkling of an eye
Lets enjoy it while we can
Wont you help me sing my song
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
Well be lovers once again
On the bright side of the road
Well be lovers once again on the bright side of the road
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Between Two Worlds
I got a dirty, dirty feelin
That I just cant shake
Yeah my brain keeps burnin
And my body just aches
I know a womans body
Is only flesh and bone
A womans body is
Only flesh and bone
How come I cant let go?
Im between two worlds
I said oh yeah, Im out of my mind
Im between two worlds
Theres a lot of people talkin
bout the danger zone
Theres adventure novels
bout takin to the road
I know a womans body
Is only flesh and bone
How come I cant let go
Im between two worlds
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Like Uncle Ikey Used to Say #33
some folks seem ta git followed
by spooks wherever they go
they report strange experiences
funny the way those spooks
seem ta leave some of us
plumb alone
poem by Robert Graber
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Looking Dark
As the tree covered by his own bark,
The truest and invisible site of our character is 'dark'.
It also covers our life; more than light,
It remains with us even in bright; as shadow,
If it is not there than the life becomes a room without any door and window.
Born in dark, sleep in dark and
Death in dark; emotions also comes in dark......
That's true, we get the techniques to be sharp; only in dark.
What is dark?
It is the most hard mark of life,
Of its own type, and never get removed instead we sacrifice our life,
Because it is not worst or bad but it is the shed which always keep our self out from the worst,
Unless we become lost...
In this untidy world.
Dark has many kinds, it is what?
Answer revolves around the human's mind.
If it is dirty, on one could clean it.
Or if it is clean, everyone could seen; this dream.
Because when the dark becomes visible....
Than human its self got the power of double.....
So please try to see your own dark......
poem by Prateek Khard
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Yes Yes Y'all (feat. Camp Lo)
Intro ta Maestro, nice flow
Hot like nitro, cool as ice though
that type o' dacotamy, ya'll know its gotta be
who else could it be, but me
rub yo eyes, bone, to big willius
dream supreme, right straight from philly
inglected, female attractor, rapper slash actor, right back at ya
And to the next millenium, many come, but few are chosen
see me servin' like the US Open
anotha type of hustler, listed as a blockbuster
goin' as a movie usher, who is he, he or she, SFP
Movies, CD's, and TV's, but ah-ah, cause today i take a break from that
as i roll wit' a tank of gas, and take me out
i used ta rock C's, head, i rock these, when i rock tha MC's, wit the funky
beat
today, sun high, up in the sky, from NY, i lied to MI, Just Cruisin
Where baby i dont care, Just Cruisin
Long as ya take me there, Just Cruisin
Somewhere to clear my mind, Just Cruisin
Just Cruisin'
0 to 60, flossin', 90 degrees, sony cartridges, 10 cd's each
reach to the beach, south side leanin', aint nuthin' gone for tops flaming
for
top down, drop down, got me hot now, heat it up cant stop now
what up cutie, wha short shorts cookin' yo, i know im spoken for
Cant lookin' though, listenin' to CD's, B.I.G's, 2Pac's, while im cruisin the
blocks
hittin' the hot spots, got my celly on O-F-F, golden arches got my belly
goin'
oh yes yes, so lets just ease on down, ease on down the road,
no pager on my hip, as i roll in my whip
cause' today im on the solo creep, man, why you think i be workin' so hard
all week
I'm just cruisin
Where baby i dont care, Just cruisin
Long as you take me there, just cruisin
Somewhere to clear my mind, just cruisin
I'm just cruuuuuisin
Sun
song performed by by Will Smith
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Ageless Beauty
The Ageless Beauty
There is a mannequin,
in the dark corner of
the hall, showing off
a swimsuit 1950 style.
She is beautiful, in her
own eyes, which are
made of coloured glass
...sea green.
Dust on lips she doesn’t
care, not of the sultry
type, show no interest,
in sexual matters.
Spooks guests, when
they have gone she
smiles at her image
that is forever 1950.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The dark side
The dark side
is a cloud the covers your nice day
you feel so alone
I feel like I've been there before
maybe i have
The dark side
takes you away from what you love
and who you love
when you are on the dark side
no one loves you
The dark side
makes you lose your mind
when your in the dark side
you can't go back
you will have regrets
but they will never let you go back
they haunt you for everything that you done
On the dark side
poem by Libbi Kenner
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ALZHEIMER'S ZONG(for my old pal Al)
'The soul bone's
connected to the heart bone! '
'The heart bone's
connected to the mind bone! '
'The mind bone's
connected to the bone bone! '
'The bone bone's
connected to the thought bone! '
'The Thought bone's
connected to the Time bone! '
'The Time bone's
connected to the memory bone! '
'The memory bone's...'
'The memory bones...'
'... memory's bones...'
'Now where have all
the words
...gone! '
*******
I used to look after someone with Alzheimer's and she used to sing this over and over and chuckle to herself until the wordsand she gradually faded away and there was no enough memory and wit to sustain the song or her any longer.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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I'm the type of girl
Im the type of girl that will hang on.
And never let go.
I'm the type of girl whose always hyper.
The one you wanna know.
Im the type of girl you wont wanna date.
But would love to be just friends.
I'm the type of girl who knows the killer.
Long before it ends.
I'm the type of girl whose rooms a mess.
But whose desk is always neat.
I'm the type of girl who is slightly weird.
But you really wanna meet.
I'm the type of girl that holds her tounge.
But never says whats right.
I'm the type of girl who loves to sleep.
But reads all through the night.
I'm the type of girls who fails at sports.
But wins at every game.
I'm the type of girl that always cries.
But covers all the pain.
I'm the type of girl that falls inlove.
With all the wrong guys.
I'm the type of girl thats ready to believe.
In all your pathetic lies.
I'm the type of girl that hates Taylor Lautner.
And all those other teens.
I'm the type of girl who sits alone.
But chases every dream.
I'm the type of girl you can't forget.
Or get out of your head.
I'm the type of girl who'll stick by your side.
Even when your dead.
I'm the type of girl who says what she feels.
And means every single words.
I'm the type of girl that falls up stairs.
And sings songs you've never heard.
I'm the type of girl who spends her life.
Writing depressing poems.
I'm the type of girl who loves to walk.
'Cause she likes to be alone.
I'm the type of girl that begs for love.
But is too afraid to fall.
I'm the type of girl who feels so short.
Even though shes tall.
I'm the type of girl that's to unique to fit in.
But doesn't mind either way.
I'm the type of girl that will love her ex.
Until the feelings fade.
I'm the type of girl you'll never know.
But would have to just meet.
I'm the type of girl who can never decide.
On what she wants to eat.
I'm the type of girl who can rhyme in a second.
But is always slow to catch on.
I'm the type of girl whose had her heart broken.
And wonders what went wrong?
I'm the type of girl you can't understand.
For I'm a type too rare to know.
I'm the type of girl who keeps hanging on.
Long after you've letten go.
I'm the type of girl who writes for hours.
And dreams of what she'll never be.
I'm the type of girl who can only be defined.
As different, complicated, and unique.
poem by Silence Dogood
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The Road I Travel
With in my mind, I thought I knew
That I dare not travel back,
This road so dark, dim, and blue,
With trees, ever changing of truth.
This familiar path, so like a knack,
Within my mind. I thought I knew
The way down it and what I’ll do,
But all my thoughts seemed to lack
This road so dark, dim, and blue.
I tried to stray, to part from you,
With your spiteful cement, all black,
Within my mind. I thought I knew.
But I cannot, I won’t sort through
The sky of lies that make and crack
This road so dark, dim, and blue.
So vain, yet suddenly true.
To this place, I still travel back,
Within my mind. I thought I knew
This road so dark, dim, and blue.
poem by Sarah2 McMahon
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What Type Of Man
What kind of a man goes after a married woman
What kind of a man does it and proclaims his faith in GOD
What kind of man does the things that he shouldn't
Does that type of man think that he will never be caught.
What type of man leaves his children and his wife
What type of man puts his needs and his wants first
What type of a man is scared to fight his own fights
Does that type of man cares whose soul that he hurts.
What type of man talks behind other peoples backs
What type of man lies to make himself look tall in front of others
What type of man is scared to admit the guilt that he has done
Does that type of man think that we are his brothers.
What type of man will not work for a living
What type of man wants others to take care of him
What type of man thinks he is something but he's not
Does that type of man thinks that manhood is his friend.
What type of man cannot be used as an example
What type of man does not keep promises that he's made
What type of man should not be father to any child
Does that type of man know the price that a real man has paid.
What type of man thinks but he cannot think
What type of man looks but he truly does not see
What type of man hears but he does not listen
Does that type of man know that he could never be me.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Be there an introspection
Parents type I:
You feed the dog;
It guards the yard.
You pay the maid;
She is your aid.
Bone and flesh,
Parents gave you.
Without their nod
You flee with a lad.
You are ungrateful;
Parents are indignant.
Parents type II:
Plants give flowers
For bees to hover.
Moon sends light
For lovers to delight.
Cow yields calf.
Calf selects the bull.
Your bone and flesh-
Out of parents’ blush.
Give bone and flesh,
With one you wish.
Your joy parents cherish.
They have no remorse.
Which parents are you-
The one demanding a return
Or the one retaining the love?
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dirty White Boy
Hey, baby, if youre feelin down
I know whats good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see
Will it ruin your reputation lovin me
cause Im a dirty white boy
Yeah a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Dont drive no big black car
Dont like no hollywood movie star
You want me to be true to you
You dont give a damn what I do to you
Im just a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Well, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Ive been in trouble since I dont know when
Im in trouble now and I now somehow Ill find trouble again
Im a loner, but Im never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone
cause Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Cmon, cmon boy
Dirty white boy, white boy
Dirty white boy, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Hey, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy, yeah
song performed by by Foreigner
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Remembrance
These tears flow so freely
slide down shadow of mind
upon chance chosen flesh
which serves to bind.
A husk of bitter life.
Ever plays, out of time.
These tears flow so freely
slide down shadow of mind.
Like hail stones within
Striking! Striking! Filament!
Of tortured membrane
where thoughts recline.
On between between - back to before
upon divine wings we long to climb.
Cognitive compulsive influence
is energy affecting impulsions.
Dimension’s physical plane
retains haunting memories of a kind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Valued Spit
There are several things that can be done...
To remind some of a wickedness,
That has been in existence.
And applied upon the receiving lives of those,
Who may witness this wickedness...
Coming to an end for them!
But not on the mind,
Of one who has feelings...
Open and exposed!
Forgiveness may be the choice...
Of those not inflicted.
In 'their' minds these crimes should be forgotten.
Believing their souls...
With good deeds performed,
Will be lifted.
An eye for an eye...
Tooth for a tooth.
Just doesn't seem to be proper compensation,
When dealing with those
Who have chosen attitudes uncouth!
A boiling anger still seems to steam!
Fresh and unsettled.
A brewing stews within this kettle!
A satisfying solution for one whose heart aches...
Would be to break every bone,
Of the one who did the wickedness.
And let it be known...
A delight was excited when breaking each bone!
And not with just the stomping...
Or the crunching done,
Alone!
However...
That pain heals.
Even if one is reduced into unconsciousness!
When something done scars,
For the rest of one's life!
Even wishing a slow death to another...
Doesn't fulfill with promise,
To quench one's thirst to see blood shed.
Or in time,
Forgets that appetite to see one dead!
It lingers there inside one's head!
And...
Is it worth it,
To give someone that evil...
Your energy?
People like this,
Aren't worthy of a valued spit!
Even when that's done,
Cursing comes to the lips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All The Hatred Around Us
I am a target!
You are a target!
He is a target!
She is a target!
Because of the hatred around us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Three Dark Shadows
Three dark
Shadows lurking
In the dark park
On a dark night
One leads
The two others
Follow wearing
Black raincoats
On a dark road
I lead
I tell them
My name
My work
My place
The two
Did not follow
Since then
They realized
Perhaps that
With what
I tell them
I am blacker
Than black
On a dark
Raincoat
On a dark
Park
On a dark
Road
&
In my dark
Mind
It would
Be so hard
For them
To follow
Through &
Through.
They quit
They split
&
So I
Walk alone
In the dark
As one lonely
Shadow
Darker than
Dark
&
Now
It is you
Here
Following me?
In fact
We change
And it is
You
In effect
Who is
Leading me
Through
These lines
Flowing
Slowly
Gradually
Getting
Darker than
Dark
You have
Indulged &
Surely
You are
Involved
Deeply
Long enough
You win
& lose…
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cavity Search
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind
Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I'm the one who's in control
It's my job to search your hole
With a rubber glove pulled on my fist
I search your every orifice
Probing you with icy tools
I search for drugs and stir your stools
Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I am here to protect the souls
Of the people who pay me to look up prisoners holes
So drop'em
Spread'em wide
This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind
Cavity search by the side of the road
I know damn well that I'm breaking a code
But I am here to protect the soules
Of the people who pay me to look up your hole
song performed by by X-Cops
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Cavity Search
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind
Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I'm the one who's in control
It's my job to search your hole
With a rubber glove pulled on my fist
I search your every orifice
Probing you with icy tools
I search for drugs and stir your stools
Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I am here to protect the souls
Of the people who pay me to look up prisoners holes
So drop'em
Spread'em wide
This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind
Cavity search by the side of the road
I know damn well that I'm breaking a code
But I am here to protect the soules
Of the people who pay me to look up your hole
song performed by by X-Cops
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Three dark
Shadows lurking
In the dark park
On a dark night
One leads
The two others
Follow wearing
Black raincoats
On a dark road
I lead
I tell them
My name
My work
My place
The two
Did not follow
Since then
They realized
Perhaps that
With what
I tell them
I am blacker
Than black
On a dark
Raincoat
On a dark
Park
On a dark
Road
&
In my dark
Mind
It would
Be so hard
For them
To follow
Through &
Through.
They quit
They split
&
So I
Walk alone
In the dark
As one lonely
Shadow
Darker than
Dark
&
Now
It is you
Here
Following me?
In fact
We change
And it is
You
In effect
Who is
Leading me
Through
These lines
Flowing
Slowly
Gradually
Gettin g
Darker than
Dark
You have
Indulged &
Surely
You are
Involved
Deeply
Long enough
You win
& lose…
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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