Destinations Worse Than the Grave
Say prayers with candlelight
To lead a quiet life;
Meditate beside gentle lakes
To stay off dark spirits of desperation;
Gaze upon crosses and icons
That you don’t spend your nights
Sleeping in fields or hustling on cruel streets.
People are judgmental
When they watch someone fall;
Ideas are hard weapons of destruction
When they curse another human’s choices
Or fragile constructions.
Kiss somebody’s wounds
In this lifetime,
Never believe you’re immune
From suffering or degradation.
There are fates worse than death,
Destinations worse than the grave,
Souls impossible to save:
Forgiveness is the only key
To unlock the door of dignity.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Rappers
Rappers flow
With lyrics they curse
Prosper making dollars
By and by they will go
At times for some, meeting death
A turn for the worse
So often
From the dead of night
Till' the dawns early light
Feeling their pain
Ruling their plight
Peace, love and hate
Feelings of desperation
Pierce their souls
Some with truth
Heart felt pain
Some with a war stick
They watch it rain
On stage, another drama
Stories of desperation
Agony
Triumph
Degradation
Bless them
Pray for them
For at times
They too
Need love
poem by Matt Mondschein
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The 7 kisses
THE KISS OF LIFE
this kiss appears when you and yo woman finna
have a babiie and you look at the babiie and you
say he/she looks so beautiful and you kiss he/she
and your woman kiss the babiie as well and this is
the kiss of life.
THE KISS OF FAITH
this kiss appears when yo girl has a recital she
has to perform at and she is really nervous. she
holds back and say babiie i cant do this, you
turn to her and say babiie i have faith in you and
you kiss her, the kiss of faith just happened.
THE KISS OF SURVIVAL
this kiss appears when you and ya girl goes
rock climbing and ya girl slips and fall and hit her
head pretty hard. you jump down to get her, she
looks dead. you say plz dont do this to me and you kiss her.
mysterically, she opens her eyes, look at you, and smile. this is called
the kiss of survival.
THE KISS OF LOVE
this kiss appears when you see love at first site.
you are quite sure that you want to spend the
rest of your life with this person and a couple
of months, weeks, days, or even hours later you will
discover the kiss of love.
THE KISS OF DEATH
this kiss appears when your girl has just been
shot 4 times and your holding her in your arms.
shes losing alot of blood. shes dying really fast.
you want to save her but you know you cant. so you
kiss her one last time on the lips, you have just done the
kiss of death.
THE KISS OF FEAR
this kiss appears when you are trapped inside a
burning house and you have no possible way out and you
know you are fint to burn to death so you turn to your
lover, kids, parents, who eva you with and you give them
one last kiss, the kiss of fear.
THE KISS OF FORGIVENESS
this kiss appears when you truly hurted your lover,
sweetheart, husband, what eva you wanna call ya man.
if you really want him you will ask for his forgiveness, he
forgives you with a kiss and then the make up sex is incredible,
but remember that all started with the kiss of forgiveness.
-La'Veranique
*aka* dat girl nickey
poem by Nickey Mason
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Everybody’s Breath
In this fragile life,
I burn candles
In the incense room.
I utter prayers
In secret places
For gentle souls.
I return with my memories
To joyful times
And forget unpleasant thoughts.
There will be coffins
To gaze into
And one in which to lie,
But I cherish everybody’s breath
And know we’ve gained more in living
Than we’ll ever lose in death.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Prayer of a prisoner in a extermination camp
Maybe I will never see you, Jerusalem,
still I yearn to walk in your streets,
at times I have hope,
at other times my heart tightens,
when I see every face, hear every voice
of them that have got to die and I am forced
to strip my own people from all dignity
to help destroy them, to breath in their fear of death.
In how many extermination camps their are people like me,
who lead their own people to the valley of death,
who themselves yearn for their own certain destruction
have to undress corpses
trying to stay alive crying, vomiting,
are praying to You, are waiting day upon day for salvation?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Rockets Fall On Sderot Chanukah 5768
ROCKETS FALL ON SDEROT CHANUKAH 5768
This is no day for a poem
Rage and rain and mud
Darkness covers the earth
Our haters multiply their weapons
Rockets and bombs fall upon us
We hide
Waiting for the right moment
To strike.
Will it ever end
The hatred
The cruelty
The endless effort to destroy us?
Rockets at random terrorize
The children and the poor
Nights are not nights
And days are not days
When death and destruction
Can come at any time.
We are an old people
Long longing for peace
And our enemies multiply
And their weapons also
And hate is their breakfast and their dinner
And destruction is their main food.
And we alone as always alone
We the alone people
Waiting to make one more small strike
Against their leaders,
In a war against hatred and haters
which makes no promise
now or ever
Of ever truly ending.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Wrong Is Never Right
The Bible is clear about right and wrong and wrong is never right,
The two are as different as the light of day and the dark of night.
First, God Himself is Light and in Him there is no darkness at all,
Then man made in God's image slipped into darkness at Adam's fall.
From perfect fellowship with God into the lap of sin's dreaded curse,
Man is not evolving into something better, he's only getting worse.
Paul said that men and impostors will wax worse as we near the end,
And the heart's deceitful above all things and beyond cure my friend.
But Christ came as The Light of the world to offer all men new life,
This life one receives allows them to live above this world's strife.
Christ told His disciples in this world they would have tribulation,
He then said be of good cheer as He overcame the world's degradation.
Christ didn't come into the world to condemn those who were depraved,
But He came as The Light so out of this darkness some may be saved.
Men are not condemned who believed and His Light they have received,
But unbelievers are condemned, loving darkness they remain deceived.
He who believes can not stay in darkness for His Light lives within,
And as we walk in The Light, Christ's blood purifies us from all sin.
We were of the darkness but were saved to live as children of Light,
To live submitting to one another, out of reverence for Jesus Christ.
Death May Not Be Allowed Sept 22nd,2012
DEATH MAY NOT BE ALLOWED SEPT 22ND,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
Our Ottawa aristocrats refuse to give us referendums,
Then add death with dignity hidden in their memorandums,
And obedient media moguls agree with these appointees,
And all this one sided cooperation is completely free.
And worse; our party politicians refuse to see the light,
They have to obey their party program and do it right,
And death with dignity could be a mortal sin or even worse,
Backing it could cut their salaries and the money in their purse.
So Canadians are stuck between a rock and a hard place,
As Ottawa aristocrats look on with a straight face,
Communications is not high on their agenda right now,
And talk about death with dignity is something not allowed.
SEPT 22ND,2012
poem by James Bredin
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God's Curse (pt.1)
marriage is a prison
from which theres no escape
there is no door
windows are covered by drapes
marriage is a hell
living with a devil for all eternity
nothing but darkness
cannot find quiet serenity
marriage steals your life
takes away your soul
kills your spirit
buries you in a deep dark hole
marriage is Gods curse
its worse than living
compared to this thing called marriage
death is more forgiving
poem by Sandy Nobody
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I'm Moving On
Today this is to all of you
Who knew me and what I went through
I'd say how could you.
But that is just not me anymore
Instead I ask where are you now
Are you of the proud
Today this is all to you
Who knew me and what I went through
I'd say why did you watch and do nothing
But that is just not in me anymore
Instead I rather open the door for you for once more
I'm here to help
Today this is to all of you
Who knew me and what I went through
I'd how you watch me suffer like no other
But that is just not in anymore
I'm not here to settle old scores
As one might think
But instead tell you what I've learned
From such a cruel world
The weeping willow tree cry's as the souls die
She sags but yet is still strong
I think she has moved on
The weeping willow tree cry's as the souls die
She sags but yet is still strong
I think she has moved on
Today this is to all of you
That knew me and all of what I went through
I'd say why did you put my face in the dirt when it hurt the worse
But that's just not in me anymore
Those wounds have longed heal
As all that left is the faded scars
Its a constant reminder of who we are.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Judges must beware of hard constructions and strained inferences, for there is no worse torture than that of laws.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Checkout Blues
I've got something
Maybe I should tell you
I could check out at any given time
Things won't get better
Till they get much worse
Is the curse stronger than me
Or am I stronger than the curse?
Everyone is scared of me
And I'm scared of me too
Never know just what I'm gonna do
Heads up, kittens, everything is bad
The sky is dark now
But it's the best dark I ever had
Hang on to a little thing
And let it guide the way
Bring a rare view to another day
I've got something
Maybe I should tell you
I'm hanging on here
And I'm really gonna try
Things won't get better
Till they get much worse
Am I stronger than the curse?
song performed by by Eels
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The Forgotten Ones
The hopelessness that weighs heavy-
On the soul
Tears that fall from sunken eyes
Bearing witness to the hunger and disease
To the pain and the death
Of both the young and the old
Frail, fragile arms
Reach out from a lonely forsaken land
Where a true blessing would be
Clean water to quench their thirst
Where too many are suffering
And too few are willing
To lend a helping hand
In poverty and sickness,
The weak and starving lie
Trapped in a place
Where it's a struggle to live
And much too easy to die
Without a voice
To call for help
Given no choice
For what they've been dealt
Desperate prayers sent up from
A dark, cruel world
Words that are meant from the heart
For the mercy of the Lord
Wails from a broken body
Where death eagerly awaits
Swinging his sharp sword
A baby's painful cry
Haunts its Mother
In the agony of her last goodbye
Her dying child staring up at her
A gaze without innocence or trust
Only fearful and betrayed eyes
Existing in such endless, utter despair
Beneath the unrelenting, scorching sun
I can hear the pleas of these poor,
Precious souls
They are the Forgotten ones
poem by Erika Wingo
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One with Darkness
When ever I go out I go out fighting
Screaming for chance to finally end up dying
I have to murder to fulfill my end of this deal
Death is imminent, but something that I’ll never feel.
This is my curse, this is my curse
Sign upon the bloody line I should’ve thought of first
This is my curse, this is my curse
This is my curse, this is my curse
Killing for a living this can’t get any worse
This is my curse, this is my curse
How can I ever love someone else
When murder is my life, and I can’t even love myself
Every night I wake up next to another dead whore
Someone please stop me I don’t want to murder anymore
poem by Justin Schock
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Falling in Love with a Prostitute
Would it be cruel to myself
If I were to fall in love
If we meet in her room
At two or three in the morning
After a telephone call.
I’m not one to be rude
Nor judgmental;
I’m not a person of prestige
Working his way
Through sophisticated ladies.
Loneliness and sorrow
Are delicately beautiful;
Dark eyes and hopelessness
Are magnets for the depressed,
I’m often obsessed
With people sadder than me.
And perhaps, it would be best
To know up front
My girl was sleeping
With all my friends.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Fizzy Faith!
A fizzy faith's a busy faith - bubbling with new ideas!
It longs to save and so it's brave enough to conquer fears!
It does much more than just survive Man's plans for history!
A fizzy faith will surely thrive throughout eternity!
If someone else has fizzy faith they'll prove it beyond doubt!
Since Calvary, when God forgave, they want to shout it out!
They study what the Bible says! They search each prophecy!
They often focus with new prayers - God's lines are always free!
Perhaps they'll write a brand new song, or parable or verse!
Perhaps they'll choose to right a wrong so things do not get worse!
Perhaps they'll work behind the scenes - anonymous to most...
And though they act as go-betweens, they've lost the need to boast!
If you're like these then you'll behave as if your life's brand new!
Let God in Heaven increase your faith! Be a 'fizzy faither', too!
It's up to you to comprehend the Christian path God gives!
You know Lord Jesus is your friend! You know the Saviour lives!
Reach out to save lost souls from Hell! Unlock their chains by prayer!
Of all truths that Christ teaches well, His first is, 'LEARN TO CARE! '
That way you'll make a difference NOW! God's Love will prove the key!
Reflect on who, what, where and how! Fulfil YOUR destiny!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Sos
What's Going On?
The Wars Withdrawn
Darkness Rises
Burning Corpses
What Did We Do Wrong?
Please Stay Strong
Churches Fall
We All Crawl
Can Somebody Save Us?
From This Cureless Illness
Don't You Pray
He Won't Save Us I Daresay
Don't Count On The Pope
We're Running Out Of Hope
How Will We Survive?
I've Never Felt So Alive
People Kill
I've Had My Fill
People Hold Signs In The Air
Save Our Souls Please Spare
Save Our Souls
Let Us Live To Fulfill Our Goals
We're Sorry
It's Not Like We're Worthy
Darkness Turns To Light
The Skies Ignite
Who Saved Us This Time?
In This Lifetime
It Wasn't God
People Applaud
It Wasn't The Soldiers
Flying Feathers
It Wasn't The Elves
It Was All Ourselves
poem by Ivy Strife
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This Man
Puzzled she is
What she wants she knows
To murder that man
A knife she'll throw
This man she hates
He has tortured her with all
All so he can enjoy
her desprate fall
Because of this man
murder she dreams
His death she'll celebrate
While weapons make her team
She wants this man to die
But the torture must first come
He must suffer far more than her
To forgiveness she is numb
People may say she's cruel
But they know not what he did to her
He ruined her life
of this she's sure
This man was supposed to care
To show forever love
But for some reason he hated her
he showed that with every shove
She has plans for this man
So his death is terribly bad
But she can't bring herself to do it
Because this man is her dad
poem by Silent Speaker
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Kiss Of Life
See me a big woman, big woman look how you dance
See me a big woman, big woman caught in a trance
Dancing on the tabletop, covered up with the easter feast
Youre dancing for the fishermen, from the very large right
To the least
Dancing for the slow release, first the boy and then the beast
Then the beast
Burning, buring with the kiss of life
Burning, buring with the kiss of life
See me, a big woman, big woman so full of life
See me, a big woman, big woman going to be my wife
Watching for the different eyes - they change your face -
They come inside
Watch the spirits laugh and cry, watch them find a place
To hide
Watch the spirits talk in tongues, watch them take you for
A ride
Down at the ocean lies a body in the sand
Big woman sits beside, head in hand
With heat from her skin, and fire from her breath
She blows hard, she slows deep in the mouth of death
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
Burning, burning with the kiss of life
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Lifes A Journey
I say life’s a journey, because life’s something we have once and everything we do and say is something we can’t go back and change. So I look at life as a journey. That I have to live full out, with no regrets. I don’t have time to live in the past or think about all the bad things. Almost all human being takes life for granted, and I don’t want to be one of those people. So I promised my self to never ever live with regrets, so I try to do whatever my heart tells me. And I try to stand up for all my believes, and I can’t do that if I live in the past or with regrets. It’s a waist of time,
Because life’s a journey.
I usually say if you got a dream go for it, because giving up on a dream is like giving up on life and giving up on life is like sitting and asking god to die. I know it’s hard to go for your dream when people tell you, that you won’t make it. So I just tell my self, whenever I fall I get back up, because I won’t give up without a fight.
Because life’s a journey.
What you’ve got if you don’t have faith, I know it’s hard to hold on to, when we live in a world like this. But I always hold on to my faith and my hopes.
My believes is what often keeps me going,
Because life’s a journey.
Life is hard, we all know it isn’t fair but I say stop worrying about what you/we don’t have and appreciate what you/we have. Because whenever you/we have a bad day someone else has a worse day and in worse case someone might be dying,
Because life’s a journey.
This world need some love, I know it’s easier to hate than love but at least could we try to respect each other. We would get so much more out of this journey then, I really believe that. Maybe sometimes we should just start to think about our self’s than everybody else. Because if we keep hate on each other, we will soon see world war 3, and I don’t think any one wants that to happen. I wish we could all respect each other, black and white, blue and yellow, bigger and smaller. Because at the end of the day we all human being on a journey that can end any time. It’s sad but it’s true,
Because life’s a journey.
Life’s a journey till the day it ends and when it ends there is no looking back or taking back. We had our changes only doomsday will show us if we wasted our time on our journey or if we enjoyed the journey and appreciated what we had. When we are at the end of our journey that’s when we have to face death. Many people forget we have to die because they might be afraid, but I’m not because it’s a part of life.
Life’s a journey till it ends.
poem by Precious Mason
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Love like An Israeli Spy
She tells me that she’s fine
But she keeps her real emotions
Protected and confined,
She’s secretive like an Israeli spy.
She always leaves me lingering in the dark
Only whispering half her thoughts,
Always concealing her heart.
I have to meditate in loneliness
And collect my shattered ideas;
We seem forever two people
Impossible of becoming one.
I don’t want to leave
But it is too hurtful to stay:
Sometimes your ability to love
Simply withers away.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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