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It (the serial killer) (Mirrored Refrain)

Deficient lunatic, life’s abhorrent bounder
Cowardly species each and all and every one
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun

Nor may it count itself as man or beast
A cad, a rogue a loathsome pitiful sight
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night

Selfish worth seeking immediate gratification
It’s helpless obsession, it’s worth a sad pun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun

Loss redeeming nil, notwithstanding prayer
Convalesce forth and be exposed nigh light
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night

poem by William Cavanagh
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Is man really courageous?

Is man really courageous?
He who says so
Must be lunatic.
Man fears life,
He fears death,
He fears disease,
He fears failure
And sometimes his success also,
He fears the truth,
He fears honesty,
He fears God
But on his terms,
And above all
He fears himself.
So why should he be called
A courageous?

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Fears For Fears

Death promises nothing for me
And I don't expect nothing from death
Either than pain and sorrows
Fears for fears
Live in me
When I walk late at night on the road
Because I never know what can happen to me
But I believe that God is always on my side
Fears for fears
I will never trust the promises of a lazy man
Fears for fears
I will drink the one
With my food
So that I can give gheers to my God
Fears for fears
I don't fear the thunder or lightning
Fears for fears
The pond is home to all ducks
Because all the ducks lives in the pond
Swimming away
Fears for fears
What more can I give to God
Than myself
Fears for fears
The paths are not clear of the snow
In the winter
In the city where I live
Fears for fears
The harbour is so quiet during the winter
Because no boats are in the harbour during the winter
And everything sleeps away in the harbour
Also the night comes early during the winter months
But summer is different
Because the light shines all day
Fears for fears
Our bodies are made of water
And we need water to survive in this heat

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Mr. Slithers

Lying quietly by the fire
Mr. Slithers showed no care
Warm and cosy was he
With no concerns about eternity.

Once he had made a big mistake when
He emerged too early from his den
And lay out on the warm tamarack
Straight as an arrow was his back.

The suns heat was enough to cause
Him to sleep and forget Nature's laws.
For when the sun went down
So did his temperature without a sound.

And there he lay
Till next day
When Ben happened by
And found Mr. Slithers in death's grip nigh.

Picking him up by his tail
Ben deposited him in the pail
That he used to take trash outside
This time he had something of value to bring inside.

For Mr. Slithers was well known
As a black snake that would be just at home
Living in a warm house all his days
Crawling about in snake-like ways.

As he warmed and slowly moved about there
He began to wonder what food was here.
And he discovered that Ben had provided
(But not to his intention it should be noted.)
A bountiful supply of mice and rats
Who live here with Ben and his dog and cats.

So Mr. Slithers took on the task
That would ensure the rodents would see their last
And he helped to rid the house then and there
Of those interlopers that did dare
To invade the house on the country lane
Where Ben lived in comfort, though quite plain.

Of course ridding the house of these pest
Would seem to mean that future meals would be less
But Nature provides an endless supply
Of rodents that come in from outside on the sly.
So Mr. Slithers was assured that his next meal
Was going to be there from the cotton field.

But Mr. Slithers had another
Job which he was expected to shoulder.
For you see Ben's house was without
Locks on the doors to keep intruders out.
So he was expected to provide
Security against those who tried
To steal into Ben's home and take away
Things that Ben saved for another day.

Soon it became known country wide
That within the house a snake was known to hide
And that was quite enough to ensure
That no one entered who had thoughts impure.
(At least when Ben and his dog were away.)

So if you should happen to see
A large black snake merrily
Racing across the yard,
Perhaps its Mr. Slithers on guard.
Or one of his offspring
Who reappear with spring.

poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Creators of Heartbreak

Creators of heartbreak.
Souless creatures,
Of wasted animation.
And living to strike with venom.
With slit snake eyes,
To victimize at random.

Your flickering light dims.
To live tormented in eternal heat.
With no peace to come,
To your released spirit at all.
Haunted by your deeds.
With no relief to quench,
Your screaming silenced calls.

Creators of heartbreak.
Souless creatures,
Of wasted animation.
Quickly comes your shortened days.
Upon your heartlessness evil preys.

Creators of heartbreak,
Your ways...
Slithers to an end.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sun Is Rising

Strange room - In a cold cold city
I got to know this place so well
The lights are shining - Make it oh so pretty
In the church - of the buy and sell
I dreamt I was a young boy
My home fire is burning
I hear the ringing of the bells
Calling out - for the broken hearted
Who lost their souls in the wishing well
Lord help the sinners - Lord please hear what I say
Lord help the dying - Let their fears fall away
The key to the long lost door
In the darkest of days
Show us the guiding light - Let our fears fall away
Sun is rising - sun is rising - sun is rising
Let the good Lord show us the way

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Oooo...Oooo-Oooo Wee Ow-ouch!

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!

'More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!

She says I'm on a pacifier.
Unreliable with too many needs.
She says I'm heat under the sheets...
But she's the one who buys the food we eat.

She says I'm not dependable at all.
And by herself she does the best she can alone,
To make all ends meet!
When bill collectors call.
And,
She's more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
More dominant and not the weak one?
More dominant and not the weak one?

Submissive when she comes to the bed.
Prepared to get her needs met!
And I am ever ready.

I've lost my job and the kids are fed.
I do the best I can...
But I'm not making the bread.
And my ego's thinly spread.
When the work I've done is meager.
And the words I hear from her...
Are wrestling in my head.

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

And if I leave my family...
I'll lose my life instead.

'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'

Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Candela Contention

As the spectral night begins to creep,
Over the sunlit sky,
The armies of light fall fast asleep,
The victory of dark is nigh.

Shadow slithers over the Earth,
Devouring what stands its way,
The moon rises up with a feeling of mirth,
End is the time of day.

As night begins its menacing laugh,
The sun cries out once more,
The battle splits the sky in half,
And light overcomes the war.

Only once a day occurs this clash,
Battles fought and darkness dashed.

poem by Brandon McConnell
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Epigram

The greatest Gifts that Nature does bestow,
Can't unassisted to Perfection grow:
A scanty Fortune clips the Wings of Fame,
And checks the Progress of a rising Name;
Each dastard Vertue drags a Captive's Chain,
And moves but slowly, for it moves with Pain.
Domestick Cares sit hard upon the Mind,
And cramp those Thoughts which shou'd be unconfin'd;
The Cries of Poverty alarm the Soul,
Abate its Vigour, its Designs controul:
The Stings of Want inflict the Wounds of Death,
And Motion always ceases with the Breath.
The Love of Friends is found a languid Fire,
That glares but faintly, and will soon expire;
Weak is its Force, nor can its Warmth be great,
A feeble Light begets a feeble Heat.
Wealth is the Fuel that must feed the Flame,
It dyes in Rags, and scarce deserves a Name.

poem by Thomas Parnell
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Sinking

The ship is sinking and I need someone
To hold my hand!
Will you stay with me, will you take a stand?
Will you be the one with me when my life
Is just about thru, or will you turn your back
As so many often do.

The water is rising quickly and it's
just about to my knees
Will I have to beg you? Will I have to plead?
You claimed that you loved me and no one
Else will ever do, and to my heart you
Will forever be true.

Is this how weak your love is? That you have
To hesitate - by the time you make up your mind
it just may be too late.
I don't know which one is sinking faster
My heart or this here ship.
The water is now to my waist
And it's rising OH so fast
And you are looking at me
And reflecting upon the past.

GO! Leave me! to deal with what may be the end
For now I really see
that you was never my love.
Let alone a true friend.

I don't know which one will take me first
The water or my tears, but I learned a lesson
And I've lost all my fears.
I will swim to safety, for I know that I've grown strong
And with you, I know I don't belong.

MY HEART IS STRONG NOW!

poem by Louis Rams
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The Crane And The Snake

The crane spreads its wings
while the snake coils to strike
both have great agility
and flamboyance when they fight

The crane hops, the the snake slithers
they sleep at night, near soft flowing rivers

For days the crane plays
bopping its head
swaying it many ways
before standing on one leg

All white
and inocently pure
the snake sees this dance
as an enticing lure

The snake slithers nearer
to have a better view
all this is happening
under a morning mist and dew

But the cranes alert
she knows whats there
peeking out from the bush
under this damp air

The snake gets closer
close enough to strike
the crane blocks with his wing
and postures for a fight

But the snake backs of
smiling at the crane
while the crane stands on that one leg
smiling back just the same.

Charlie Vergara
06.14.2011
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poem by White Tiger
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Oh Horny Night

Erotic parody of the Christmas classic, O Holy Night

Oh horny night
My lover's glow in the dark condom is brightly shining
It is the night of my first sweet orgasm's birth
Long do we plan to lay panting and lustfully moaning
Till the dawn appears
We will make the most of what this night's worth

A thrill of desire
Our sweaty bodies rejoice
For yonder breaks thru my hymen a new and glorious moaning

Oh how he adores
When before my man
I fall to my knees
Oh hear the rising of erotic voices
Oh on this night so divine
Oh on this night when a virgin's first orgasm is born
Oh with a man so very sexy and divine
Oh on this night, this night so very delicious and divine

Pantie lines my man shall break
So gentle and caring will be my lover
And in shouting out his name shall my fears shall cease
Sweet groans of joy together we'll share in greatful chorus as we
Explore intimate secrets inside and out
Moaning one another's names

Oh my lord!
Don't ever let him
Don't ever let him stop
Oh no oh no
All the sweet and tender things he is doing
On this night, oh on this night so delicious and divine
Oh no oh no
On this night, on this night so delicious and divine
Oh no oh no
On this night, on this night so delicious and divine

2008 Ramona Thompson

poem by Ramona Thompson
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Weak

(1) Lost in time
I can't count the words
I said when I thought
They went unheard
All of these harsh thought
So unkind
"Cause I wanted you
I wanted you
And now I sit here
I'm all alone
So here sits a bloody mess
Tears fly home
A circle of angels
Deep in war
'Cause I wanted you
I wanted you
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Deep as I am
I'm no one's fool
Weak as I am
So what am I now
But love's last home
I'm all of the soft words
I once owned
If I opened my heart
There'd be no space for air
'cause I wanted you
I wanted you
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Weak as I am
I'm too much for you
Deep as I am
I'm no one's fool
Weak as I am
With this changing soul
In this weak old heart
Oh baby, ain't I too much for you
With this changing soul
In this weak old heart
Oh baby, ain't I too much for you
[Repeat (1)]
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Weak as 'I'm nobody's fool
Deep as I am
No tears for you
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
I'm too much for you
Weak as I am
No tears for you
Weak as I am
I'm nobody's fool
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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4 The Tears In Your Eyes

Long ago, there was a man
Change stone 2 bread with the touch of his hand
Made the blind see and the dumb understand
He died 4 the tears in your eyes
Your eyes
Many people came from all around
Hear this man preach, glorious sound
Spoke of man in harmony and love abound
He died 4 the tears in your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your...eye...
Died 4 the tears in your eyes
4 the tears in your eyes
And the tears of sorrow
4 cents may be all that theyre worth
For the rising sun each day assures us
The meek shall inherit the earth
The earth
Faith is a word, we all should try
Describing the man who willingly died
Believe that your hunger, sorrow, and fears
Is less than the tears in your eyes
Your eyes
Less than the tears in your eyes
4 the tears in your eyes
And the tears of sorrow
4 cents may be all that theyre worth (all theyre worth)
For the rising sun each day assures us
The meek shall inherit the earth
Say it again...
4 the tears in your eyes
And the tears of sorrow
4 cents may be all that theyre worth (all theyre worth)
For the rising sun each day assures us
The meek shall inherit the earth
The earth
Thank you

song performed by by Prince
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Psalm 6

My soul is greatly troubled
But you oh Lord-how long
I am weary with my groaning
And my night has lost its song

All night long my bed it swims
And my couch is bathed in tears
My grief has overwhelmed me
And I am surrounded by all my fears

The Lord has heard my weeping
As I lay in my bed at night
Oh Lord you know how weak I am
For you have surely beheld my plight

Oh Lord do not rebuke my soul
And in your sorrow chasten me
For you came and died upon the cross
You came to set me free

I will praise you in the morning Lord
I will praise you in the night
For you have heard the cry of your servant, Lord
And I run into your marvelous light

poem by Frank McEleny
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Fears

We all have
Fears
We need to conquer and it take times
You need to be strong to accomplish your goals
With some help, you can do it
People who love you, believe in you
So you need to believe in yourself
It's never too late to face your
Fears
Don't let people stop you from doing it
Don't be scared, nervous or chicken out
Just do it and it be all worth it
You be proud of yourself
You can get rid of that now
Just take one step at time
So just face your
Fears
When you are ready
Fears

poem by Christina Phan
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Unworthy Light

The aphotic Depths of this Crimson body,
hold no essence deemed illumination,
Shadow upon shadow fight within this bloody body,
At a loss for such brightness, at a loss for such humanity,
I've been consumed by my demons,
Every granule of light fades as it decends,
falling into the blank slate, that is Crimson.

poem by Crimson Love
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I Get Weak

When Im with you
I shake inside
My hearts all tangled up
My tongue is tied its crazy
Cant walk, cant talk, cant eat, cant sleep
Oh, Im in love, oh Im in deep cuz baby
With a kiss you can strip me defenseless
With a touch I completely lose control
til all thats left of my strength is a memory, wo...
I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when youre next to me
Weak from this love
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak
Convincing eyes, persuasive lips
The helpless heart just cant resist their power
You know youve got a hold over me
You know youve got me where I want to be cuz lover
Like a wave you keep pulling me under
How Ill ever get out of this I dont know
I just know theres just no way to fight it, wo...
I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when youre next to me
Weak from this love
Im in deep when I look in your eyes
I get weak I get weak I get weak
Just a kiss you can strip me defenseless
Just a touch I completely lose control
til all thats left of my strength is a memory, wo...
I get weak when I look at you
Weak when we touch
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak when youre next to me
Weak from this love
I cant speak when I look in your eyes
I get weak I get weak I get weak

song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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The Habitat

Will not show my wounds, life extracts a price.
A heap of pain, squeezed into eyes
hits me with daily bread.
Draws the conflicts
and sets the fears free.
A half moon wipes my tears.
Destiny clings to dust
Phoenix is rising.

Ruthlessly, night causes pain
freedom is in peril.
The soul sings in a withering tone,
for the departing stars. Yellow,
youthful light of rising sun
burns the desires.
We hate the soaring choices
there is no end, no beginning.

My non-self opposing
the empty life, connects
the heart with contents of sorrow.
It fills up the nothingness.
I perceive a spring of forgotten grass,
engaged orchards and laughing fires
in the buds. Time for
the habitat to step in.

poem by Satish Verma
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Moonage Daydream

I look in your eyes and see a reflection of the universe.
The apophenic dots that line the constellations of passion
Glow in the aphotic depths of infinite space, and I am lost.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Glimpse of Heaven

Love can be glimpse of heaven,
With no sand castles or moon dunes,
Floating beneath the brooding sun,
No politicians or shopping trolleys.
I want to see who made the moon,
Hung the stars on a curtain of dreams,
Left behind the crucifix coins we wear.
Even the cripple have a triple crown
The lame leap with dances in a song,
Going to see a king on wings of prayer,
Indulgencies of the weak can be strong,
Bind the death howls and smearing fire.
Exchange miracles borne amongst angels,
Moon beams spread the tapestry of heaven.
The kingdom come over every tropical isle,
Praises flung with jewel beads in the air,
And live on whatever Gods grace brings.
Bare the nature and the invisible power,
Life will be peaceful; we can play and sing,
Heavens jubilee innumerable company,
With stars to guide the beauty of the night,
They paint the sky in a transparent ring.
Speeding arrows engulf with showers,
Holy Grail shine in the sky stained light,
A halo makes a road on the celestial trail.
The rising sun sees another day unveil,
No night of sorrow to drape with fears,
The curse of sin gone with unfriendly realm.
In early dew strung the ephemeral intent,
Dotted in houses where there was no room,
Robe with immortality to split the firmament.
Rising humans leave the empty tomb,
Forgiven words left with fleeting kisses,
Rapture saints the immortal tapestry given.
Tribulation disguise dropp a star in the abyss,
Splattered garland around the throne,
And we see only faint glimpse of heaven.

poem by Gerry Legister
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