End Myself
In the night I walk a lonesome path
One that has led me beyond a mortal death
With a swift movement of my body I cast my charm
With this I can do deadly harm
I bring myself to life with a thick and rich crimson flood
Your life essence will bring warmth to my cold blood
In the hours of the sun I lay in my isolation
My heart is overflowing with desolation
Here I lay asleep, dreaming of the beauty of the day
In my crypt wishing for death, will I end myself, I just may
poem by Leah Wells
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The Death Penalty
Bring back the death penalty screamed a lady as the blood ran, dripping from the cold concrete as her sons blood fled from its body. Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother as her child dies slowly watching the pools of life fade away from his eyes.
Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother while she watched her child being killed by the hands of another man, bring back the death penalty.
Bring back the death penalty as she screamed holding her dying child while he laid his last words and breath upon her chest. Bring back the death penalty she screamed in mercy so that she will so that she will no longer have to hold any more of her dying sons and lay them in graves before she lays in her own.
Bring back the death penalty she screamed as her sons soul left his body and he became another victim to a violent society. Bring back the death penalty, bring back our sons.
poem by Melvyn Mohan
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Wishing It Was
Beauty and grace is what touches me most
Good time can put me in fear
Always feel safe when things are bad
So I cannot let you come near
It seems that I thrive on the dark side of things
I always feel alive when the death bell rings
Now you have come and bring out the tears in me
Pain never makes me cry but happiness does
Its so strange to watch my life go by
Wishing it was
Wishing it was more like a fantasy
Where everyone surprises me
Wishing it was
This feeling wont last cause I cannot survive
I tell you Ive been here before
When its movin this fast
Its a matter of time
One of us walks out that door
It seems that I thrive on the dark side of things
I always feel alive when the death bell rings
Now you come and you bring out the tears in me
Give this some thought
And Im sure you will know
This is the way it must be
Emotions will rise emotions will flow
You bring out the tears in me
Its so strange to watch your life walk and where everyday
Ive been burning the candle at both ends
And lied the truth I cant pretend
This is why I will not stay baby
Just like that Im on my way
song performed by by Santana
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Wishing It Was
Beauty and grace is what touches me most
Good times can put me in fear
I always feel safe when things are bad
so i cannot let you come near
it seems that i thrive on the dark side of things
I always feel alive when the death bell rings
now you come and bring out the tears in me.
Chorus: Pain never makes me cry, but happiness does,
it's so strange to watch your life walk by
wishing it was
wishing it was more like a fantasy, where everyday surprizes me.
whishing it was.
wo, oh, oh, wishing it was (x 2)
This feeling won't last cause i cannot survive
i tell you i've been here before
when it's moving this fast, it's a matter of time
one of us walks out that door
it seems that i thrive on the dark side of things
I always feel alive when the death bell rings
now you come and bring out the tears in me.
Chorus
Give this some thought
and i'm sure you will know
This is the way it must be
Emotions will rise, emotions will flow,
you bring out the tears in me.
Chorus
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Shadows Of Darkness
Shadows of darkness fall over thee,
and a shroud of pristine white covers you.
Death is forming soul, and his raptures be.
I can no longer comfort you,
in this hour of your need.
Death has taken you too far from me.
A stone husk is all that’s left.
No warmth there within your breast,
no heart beating to keep you warm.
Nothing but a cold piece of flesh.
Stiff you become, as the hours grow long.
Your gone forever from this mortal life be,
no longer to touch or smell the fresh air,
‘cause death is your partner now, not me.
poem by David Harris
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Fantasy
Seen you walking down the street
the ray of sunshine surrounding your figure
making you look like a angel
your walk so elegant and swift
the long beautiful hair blowing in the wind
your smile can be seen miles away
wishing i knew who you were
a star, perhaps a model, rich, sassy
time will tell, i hope to see you again
you make the day so perfect
your unspoken words bring magic
your a princess, a actress
beauty that draws attention from a far
is there a lucky guy, perhaps your married
so shy, how will we meet
by chance or by faith
will our paths cross again
heads would turn, hearts will burn
desires from a far, stares from the car
the dress you wear makes your body slim
hour glass figure, a dream come true
if I ever see you again
my heart will race like a train
my words will come
to say hello, would be heaven
a fantasy, a fairy tales with happy ending
a dream that may never come true
a lust for love, that's left behind
as you drift away in the sun
my heart comes to a stop
life goes by, I wonder
would we been the match
probably not, dreaming is good
reality sinks in, back to the real life
a wife and kids, a dull life
that you have brighten, unknowingly
fantasy girl come back
make my world glitter and shine
It's been so long for warmth or love
poem by Michael Peterson
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Breath of Death
Death is not death-
It is life without breath.
Life on earth is life that is blind-
Blinded by stress and the curse of time…
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride.
The cold breathe of death actually guilds-
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides…
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine.
Yes, this death is death indeed
A death of pain and an unheard plead.
However death is not death-
Only life without breath.
poem by Brad Lomeli
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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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Wishing
(holly / montgomery)
Wishing, dreaming, wishing.
Wishing that I could see you every day.
Wishing that I could steal your heart away.
Dreaming of the time I could hold you tight.
Wishing that the time would come tonight.
Ive been hoping all along
Things would turn out right.
If I could find a wishing star,
Then I would spend the night.
Wishing that I could see you every day.
Wishing that I could steal your heart away.
Then I could spend the night.
Verse 1
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming,
Wishing, dreaming
song performed by by Hollies
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The Movement Of The Soul
'All the passions can be reduced to four: joy, hope, fear, and grief.
These four are so closely connected that, when one is controlled,
the others all obey. Consequently they can be reduced to one: joy.
And desire is the movement of the soul seeking joy.'
Thomas Merton, The Ascent to Truth
Fear
is knowing
that the dark cloud
bearing down
on thrashing trees,
sending calling birds
to awkwardly flee,
holds both
life
and death,
but not knowing
which it will be.
Fear
can lead to grief
when tumors increase.
Blood grows
thick
until, together
at last, we stand
coffin-side
and wonder
why.
This is the line that splits heaven from hell.
We comb his hair
and shave his face,
carefully fold a rosary
into his cold hands,
and wonder that
his chest is
so still.
But his eyes are safely
sealed against the
terror of the grave,
so we lay him to rest
and slowly go
our separate ways
Remember
those cold March days
when we stood, our
backs to the rising sun?
Too bright
to see, the sun
strokes us
with a lover's warmth,
and rekindles in us
life's desire.
Thus will it always be.
Death can never win
though his illusion is strong.
The mortal body succumbs
but the soul ascends,
like birds, joyfully rising
to the morning sun.
poem by Steven Federle
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It's as if your breath whispers declarations of love
It's as if your breath whispers declarations of love
and next me you lie naked and stretched out,
while you bring warmth to the cold darkness
and when I listen to your breathing
I notice your back, arm and slender neck.
It's as if your breath whispers declarations of love
and my certainty about us, about you becomes a fact,
when your breathing continually covers me like kisses
while you bring warmth to the cold darkness
and at a time my life was shackled in,
when days moved quickly through the calendar.
It's as if your breath whispers declarations of love
as if at times I listen to the secrets of the night
until the sun licks over the distant hillocks
while you bring warmth to the cold darkness
and although at times in life I loose my way
nothing can violate the love between us.
It's as if your breath whispers declarations of love
while you bring warmth to the cold darkness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dreaming
by Jack Bruce
Dreaming about my love.
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.
Waiting for you to come.
Changing my life for you to emptyness,
Meaningless.
Minutes just drift by.
I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?
Dreaming about my life.
Where are you now, and when will you
Come to me?
I dream my life away.
I don't care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and you'll be there.
What else is there to do?
Dreaming about my love;
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.
Dreaming, dreaming
song performed by by Cream
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Death
"Death"
Our seers say
"is evident
The ultimate destination of life
No body, no face
Life is transient
Oh dear, why fear
Embrace it with grace"
What a claim?
treat it with disdain
death is human
in flesh and blood
moving around, around us
why destiny to blame?
Behold
skeltoned beggar
starving farmers
terminally ill patients
sex-workers
locked out labourers
young widow of a martyr
victim of rape
refugee in own country
mentally and physically caged
wronged by the system
in every way and shape
death personified at its best
north, south, east or west
living dead
in them death manifest.
Death
inherent and visible in
overboard authority
merciless terrorists
brutal nexalites
mindless arsonist
misguided egoist
deadly adulterist
drunken rich brat motorist.
Death is lurking in forms
having flesh, blood, body and face
without heart and soul
no charm, no grace
nothing to embrace
but to wither and fade
as destined and ordained
in a natural way.
That is
CHEATING DEATH
attaining ‘ mokhsha'*
our ultimate goal
putting to the rest
our own soul.
---o----*liberation of soul
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copyright Tribhawan Kaul
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Morning Thoughts
What secret hand at morning light,
By stealth unseals mine eye,
Draws back the curtain of the night,
And opens earth and sky?
'Tis Thine, my God - the same that kept
My resting hours from harm;
No ill came nigh me, for I slept
Beneath th' Almighty's arm.
'Tis Thine - my daily bread that brings,
Like manna scatter'd round,
And clothes me, as the lily springs
In beauty from the ground.
This is the hand that shaped my frame,
And gave me pulse to beat;
That bears me oft through flood and flame,
Through tempest, cold, and heat.
In death's dark valley though I stray,
'Twould there my steps attend;
Guide with the staff my lonely way,
And with the rod defend.
May that dear hand uphold me still,
Through life's uncertain race,
To bring me to Thine holy hill,
And to Thy dwelling-place.
poem by James Montgomery
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Bring em All In
Bring em all in, bringem all in, bring em all in,
Bring em all in, bring em all into my heart
Bring em all in, bring em all in, bring em all in
Bring em all in, bring em all into my heart
Bring the little fishes
Bring the sharks
Bring em from the brightness
Bring em from the dark
Bring em from the caverns
Bring em from the heights
Bring em from the shadows
Stand em in the light
Bring em out of purdah
Bring em out of store
Bring em out of hiding
Lay them at my door
Bring the unforgiven
song performed by by Waterboys
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Moon and Stars
I look up above my head this fair evening
And saw the slender of it all,
How the night time is formed and fashioned
And with beauty of night delightful
Brings on that special kind of night.
Bring on the night!
Bring on the beauty of the night,
As the moon shines up
And stars paly up above
So, bring on the night!
Romance in the air
Bring on the night!
Lovers are in motion,
So bring on the night!
Delight me,
Kiss me,
Thrill me,
Bring on the night!
Life's Turn
How can death be near
Does it whisper still
All I hear is the lark singing
How can death be real
Safe within your light
How can death bring back the night
How can death here
Knocking at the door
He should know
I don’t live here anymore
Oh death be gone!
I’ve known you well
Tonight it’s life’s turn
poem by Sonya Florentino
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In Death, My Final Part
A tower grim; a glowering darkness,
And only brown of red the other hue
– I saw it in the distant eyes –
And yes, He knew, but focussed only
On the mortal soul of mine –
After all, He had a role to play,
And wine: my shivering blood to quaff!
If only I could Him betray –
To break the seal of destiny;
Escape the lone cacophony
That emanates from wailing minds!
Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds!
But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll;
The slow approach of Him upon the knoll
Commences exudation of a dying heart.
Endorsing all, I honed my final part.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Crimson Red
Crimson Red,
Hatred,
Love,
Sunset,
Beauty,
Setting Night,
Warmth,
Light,
All these and maybe more,
Are shown by Crimson Red,
A color very valiant,
A color that's not dead,
One that brings beauty,
So divine that is,
Warmth to those that touch it,
Hatred in the hearts,
When felt at full blast,
A gleam of sunset,
Setting near,
A setting night,
Bringing light,
Not forgetting, embraced love,
Like one bird, with a dove,
Crimson Red is what's in life,
But not in all areas,
In some, the word doesn't exist,
But here, it's part of life,
Crimson Red, never dead...
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Dreaming By Jack Bruce
Dreaming about my love;
You bring me joy and hours of happiness,
More or less.
I dream my life away.
Waiting for you to come;
Changing my life for you to emptyness,
Meaningless.
Minutes just drift by.
I dont care if I get nowhere.
I can just dream and youll be there.
What else is there to do?
Dreaming about my life;
Where are you now, and when will you
Come to me?
I dream my life away.
Chorus
First verse
Dreaming, dreaming.
song performed by by Cream
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