Demons
Clouds pass over the moon
Like an eye that shows impending doom
Tension in this misty air
Souls pass into the room
Drawn in by a lost memory
You will join them in the moonlight
You are my offering
Your soul transcends
The centuries of pain
Your misery in life
Is your ecstasy in death
Time passes like the wind
As we race to beat days dusky grin
Mornings just a moment away
Your body glistens in candlelight
As we all look on in fiendish delight
The ritual is just beginning
Come fulfill the prophecy
With our demons of debauchery
As virgins and spectress sing
This madness will never cease
In the dead of night
You will follow
In the footsteps of many others
Who have come before
I will show you the altar
Your aztec eyes, egyptian hair
Your beauty bestoved upon my lair
I've loved you before, in other lives
But youve never ment as much to me
Never meant as much to me as now
In this night of sacrafice
Where blood is spilt
That will never spill again
But in your linen robes
We want you now
We want you now
You could never ask for more than that
You are my offering
Your soul transcends
The centuries of pain
Your misery in life
Is your ecstasy in
Come fulfill the prophecy
With our demons of debauchery
This madness will never cease
song performed by by Offspring
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Touches of the Night
Brought by a mischievous wind, a sound –
Like a long whisper ringing in to my ear,
Seducing my naked form as it now rested,
From the cruelty of my fiendish mind;
As the clouds erased the face of the moon,
A prism of light crept into my misty room,
Upon which I saw the shadow of my soul,
Forbidding my idled-body to sleep no more;
By torrid touches of the night awakened I,
In a tug of war between evil and good,
A crucial race of life and death did I see?
The eclipse of my body and soul or shall I say,
Am I lucky or luckily I breathed again -?
For whom I’ve given the riddle if death became mine.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Limelight Sight
off
the beginning of the end
the eyes will close
and the memory will linger on the
body language
of the soul,
the destiny is near and the end
of every beginning will start;
until the night comes closer to the curtain
of each wishing soul, eager to join the
parade of the whole
clouds that gallops the entire body
where silent will finds
the ears that
wait and easy to say amen
come reach the
highway of change and step beyond
where today is forever true
of the soul; rebuild the unending search
and stay with whom
your faith rise to find the lasting home
of eternity,
thou death comes prior
to what belief gives
take the whole
of what it brings to the soul, for nothing
than a simple offering
of incense perfume brings genuine
heart that gives
Life
poem by Antonio Liao
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Moonlight Madness
Its the midnight hour and I wish you were here
Somebody following me, I just cant sleep alone
I figure its the way I am ,or a thing that
Happened to me somewhere in my childhood
Im all that I could ever be in your arms
Its like I cant imagine life without you
But all my women cry
And all my heroes die, or we could try a little
Moonlight madness
We could do the strangest things
Try a little moonlight madness
Let someone in your dreams
Or we could try a little moonlight madness
Living on the same old lies
We should not try to find the meaning
Let history decide
Whether its right or wrong to give you
What I may give you
How we learn to do the things,we never do
Let me try a little moonlight madness
On you
I cry with a smile and I laugh with a tear
I struggle but the body wont move
And the quicksand pulls me down
I wanna be the man that you think I am
I follow in the steps of the one
Who knows the darkness well
And you can get me by your side
By talking to me with your eyes
Not breaking promises
Im howling at the moon
Im howling,howling at the moon
Or we could try a little
Moonlight madness
We could do the strangest things
Try a little something different
The mystery remains
Whether its right or wrong to love each other
Yearning in the brain for something new
Let me try a little moonlight madness
Try a little moonlight madness
Try a little moonlight madness
On you
Try a little...
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Eucharist
the last and perfect celebration of mankind
center in the breaking of bread; bless and thank
by Christ in the eve of his death
it is the ultimate and the final vow of self giving
of what the wisdom of salvation mean to man,
the gift of servitude is just a beginning to the
Calvary of life
the death that He freely accepted from the
Father's hand, a sacrifice of what meant to
share what you have in life, a will being of every
things of He who is bound to give of what all that
has given
a mighty of self-giving, a sacrificial lamb comes to
reveal thy heaven's home, a receptacle of all sin
whose blood will hold on the angry God, pacify by
His own blood and nail in the most brutal death in
human race
what wonder that He gives, when life flows in the
wounded chest, flows as it goes in the soil where
it rest, even the heaven's dark clouds witness the
lamb that give, wondered by million of angels
in the paradise it cease
the cross comes to gives us the true God, whose
father sudden the only begotten Son of God, it was
the moment that last through out eternity
Christ come in witness to the Father's love, a
love that beyond death, He lives with him for thy
Father everlasting love transcends beyond death,
through his death
as the Eucharist passion our hearts, the unity of the
Holy Spirit guide us to thy everlasting soul, it is by
taking Christ in the Eucharist He lives in us, leave
nothing to believe of what is taken, but live what is to
believe that Christ gives the life that afraid no death
and leads us to the Father in heaven
let our soul be lifted high to the most heavenly Father
and brings us to life Everlasting
poem by Antonio Liao
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Anguish, pain, misery, sorrow and retribution
Some say life is full of anguish,
old man once sang that life is full of pain
some even preach that life comes fully laced with misery and sorrow,
and some believe that life offers no retribution
ideas clearly instilled in the hearts and souls of many a man,
but the truth of the matter is,
life is anguish,
life is pain,
life is misery and sorrow,
in the same way as rain is water
and water is rain
for where can one get one`s own share of anguish,
who`d we ever have known pain if we never had life
without life, would we live through misery and sorrow
life in itself is retribution,
for he who has life can stand ground against
anguish, pain, misery and sorrow
and live to see brighter days seemingly unscathed
but woo to he who loses his life
in anguish, or pain, or misery , or sorrow
for he will receive no further retribution
and he will depart this earth with nothing but
anguish, pain, misery, sorrow
and retribution lost
poem by Tinashe Severa
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Swimming in Time
Swimming in Time
By: Adam M. Snow
I am lost yet found;
in time surround;
past and future follows.
I see the door;
neither open nor closed;
and divine nevermore.
I'm swimming in time;
seeing your life and mine;
and all that gleams;
in this time divine.
This is beyond reality;
beyond mortality;
swimming in time.
I feel no pain;
not crazy nor sane;
neither light nor dark.
I'm but one yet not alone;
between space and time;
in the looking glass shown.
I'm not dead nor am I alive;
but a ghost that thrive.
I swam through time;
to see your dreams delight;
down an isle in a gown so white.
I'm swimming in time, time again;
being resurrected now and then.
I see the sun covered in blood;
waiting here for the endless flood.
The sandman awakes to children cries;
as mother nature dies.
The people wander with hearts of weary;
as the stars grew dark in the night;
they lay to rest their soul so dreary;
hoping that time would finally cease;
and everything would be at ease.
I am swimming in time.
there's no fantasy;
nor is there ecstasy.
It's a bad nursery rhyme;
and everyone is blind;
yet I am within my dreams;
trapped in time.
I'm my own shadow;
staring at me;
through a broken window.
I'm not blind yet I cannot see;
all my pass desires.
This is my only crime;
now I am drowning in time.
I'm caged yet free as time despise;
and all the truth feels like lies;
here all alone, lost in time.
there's no rest for the weary;
as we suffer sick and dreary.
I am stuck in time;
trapped in abyss;
nevermore will I feel bliss.
I am one broken in two;
again, nevermore will I be new.
I hear the echo;
it calls to me;
telling me I should let go;
of all my doubt and misery.
For all time sake;
I lay here, now wide awake;
no more swimming in time;
now gone is the night;
sun now greets me with morning light.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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The Unhappy Soul
the unhappy soul
waits upon those with broken hearts
on the corridors of jealousy
and without mercy
ambushes those caught
unaware by her own wiles
in misery she takes you in
and taking revenge for what happened
once to her
the roots of her unhappiness taking
the depth of darkness
the hollow recesses of
her own madness
she leads you to the whirlpools
of sorrow sucking you in
until you cease to breathe
and lost to the bottom
of another madness
and when you're gone
she laughs harder than before and
waits again for another soul
for another submission
the unhappy soul unmasked
is the devil within
look inside you
be honest
is it you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Generation Lost
In life’s profusion
I stagger down lonely streets
looking for what I lost
when my life made its retreat.
Fame’s walls are hollow
empty footsteps echo there
of those who tried
and missed out on life’s fanfare.
Like me, they walk in desolation
no umbrella to cover their soul
from the dark clouds of misery
that empties no pity on anyone
whom it rains upon.
Alleyways of lonely drinkers
and lost dreams
whose lives they no longer own.
Lost souls in life’s misery
we see them everywhere
products of a discarded generation
for whom no one cares.
They huddle in cardboard towers
that they call home.
This generation lost
from life’s society.
22 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Imperfect Song
It may not be a misery to sing at all,
To sing life's imperfect song,
For if us mortals love or sing,
It is what keeps us from our perfect dream
Life's imperfect song goes on day by day,
But our grief may be set best that way,
As if a music box lost its key,
That's is my life long song of Misery
Misery leaves you like a broken frame,
Guilt and sorrow swallows the pain,
You run from it, but knowing that you can't hide,
Until, the day you run insane
As time passes, I watch you grow,
Still refusing to sing of tomorrow,
Your life long song, now complete,
My child don't wish, go to sleep.
Queen Misery
Too many broken promises in her fragile life
Too many secret thoughts she tried to hide that night
So hard she tried to escape
But (the) pain was everywhere
No, take this pain away
Even for one day
She cried on her own grave
Please, demons set me free
My heart has started to bleed
I have become the queen misery
And it seems to last forever
She tried to reach to the stars all her life
But her mind fell apart every time
song performed by by In Flames
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Breathstealer; the shade
Walking on night walking on air
stalking the moon and sailing through windows
weightless yet fair floating death without a care
having no compassion no empathy not a soul would dare
to defy the quick formless death...not a soul...
no medicine, no kind word, no comfort may console
one who has been claimed by the dark
one who bears his mark
to he i prophecy doom
he kisses ears with angelic voice, yet demonic...
the body dead not by choice that once ate those words... just a clump
no memories no soul all these rag dolls thrown asunder
the greatest murderer, stealer of souls invading each room
each kill breeds bloodlust the smell of death, thrill of the hunt
his job is done,
flawless, as he steals breath and soul
flawless, as he kills, all planned out, like a movie stunt
so horrid...there is no way, it cannot be real! no one taken whole
this creature, this shadow, this phantom, has come to claim another soul
this shade, at a car crash, the innocent unsuspecting. creature wanting to kill
wanting to spill fresh blood and steal more life bathing in the blood spill
flawless again as he danced on air whispering a curse,
in the broken window he groped closer darkness incarnate
darkness come to claim this one girl
she sat there and read a book
he gave her one look and just then and there the room froze
this phantom evil soldier crept ever closer, the girl now frantic closed eyes
looked down and.... a strange light began to appear and set was the stage
and suddenly a bright light and righteous rage it burned into the darkness
fleeing away, but not so quick not beaten
pooling all his strength the breathstealer took a stab, the white figure...
a strange substance dripping out, grimacing and grunting in pain he then
did raise his mighty sword and let it down with shout
this shade was no more defeated by an innocent girl, but it was time
for her, light incarnate moving forward.... sublime
the figure this angel this warrior this savior held out his hand
and the girl took it as they floated up together to go to His land
poem by David Knox
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Ecstasy
They call you ecstasy
Nothing ever sticks to you
Not velcro, not scotch tape
Not my arms dipped in glue
Not if I wrap myself in nylon
A piece of duct tape down my back
Love pierced the arrow with the twelve
And I cant get you back
Ah, ecstasy
Ecstasy
Ah, ecstasy
Across the streets an old ford, they took off its wheels
The engine is gone
In its seat sits a box
With a note that says, goodbye charlie, thanks a lot
I see a child through a window with a bib
And I think of us and what we almost did
The hudson rocketing with light
The ships pass the statue of liberty at night
They call it ecstasy, ah
Ecstasy
Ecstasy, ah
Ecstasy
Some men call me st. ivory
Some call me st. maurice
Im smooth as alabaster
With white veins runnin through my cheeks
A big stud through my eyebrow
A scar on my arm that says, domain
I put it over the tattoo
That contained your name
They called you ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
They call you ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
The moon passing through a cloud
A body facing up is floating towards a crowd
And I think of a time and what I couldnt do
I couldnt hold you close, I couldnt, I couldnt become you
They call you ecstasy, I cant hold you down
I cant hold you up
I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio
No engine, no hood
Im going to the cafe, I hope theyve got music
And I hope that they can play
But if we have to part
Ill have a new scar right over my heart
Ill call it ecstasy
Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
Ecstasy, ecstasy
Ecstasy
song performed by by Lou Reed
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What Have I Done Wrong?
Here again to show the sadness, pain, and grief
Not of lost love, but a pain so bleak
A life that seems so meek
A darkened shadow that creeps it way to kill
To kill the ones who show no lives, low-lives
A time shall come when a time shall pass
A time when time has started to tick, to click
Madness fills the veins of grief
Insanity thrives even deeper
But a time shall come when the grasses shall grow green
The sky will be blue, and the storm will calm
The mind will ease, the heart will slow
And a new life begins
Now the new life has begun, but pain still thrives
And grief and hatred are still strong
Happiness is losing
Excitement long gone
What have I done wrong?
poem by Alex Fischer
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Life's Cruelty
I swear night are just not the same
days are filled with pain
anguish and misery is my friend
as am lost in a world of cruelty
blood stain my eyes
pain and sorrow haunt my imagination
violence is my only comfort
justice is unfair
lives go with out a care
am tired of all these tears
days I've dream of ending it right here
with a pop pop bang and have the life
rush out of me
so what am waiting for
i just don't know
poem by Robert Roberts
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Wooden Ships
Am I forever meant to be
Torn apart by misery
When all around is ecstasy
And my soul, my soul is free.
Fresh from the garden forgotten
Fresh life from a carcass rotten
As maggots feed upon death's shroud
Life begins a new.
I shall follow the eyes of the angel who finds me
For I am lost upon my journey
Wooden ships drift upon the waves of memories retreat
Leaving me here beating my feet and laughing in the faces of those I meet
Who claim that they could never understand
How I live in the shadow of the man I am.
Are we not dressed in the dream of creation
A dream realized by the will to live.
It saddens me at times that I will never know the kiss of desert snow as a memory of my own
Yet it gladdens at times that lost within my mind the secret hard to find is there for all to know.
Dance - chance upon the midnight hour
I turn to dance - Lord Dionysus rise - be in the phoenix in my eyes.
poem by David Lacey
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The Price Of A Soul
“I know I’m a down and out, wet and freezing cold,
but what do you want of me, a man who feels so old.
I’m so tired; just leave me alone so I can get some sleep
and with luck God will my soul safely keep.
Tell me what you want! I’ve got nothing to give you,
no money, no jewellery, and my body is worthless too.
Or are you a Good Samaritan here to give me money?
Oh, go away; you can’t do anything for me.”
“What if I could do something for you, like make you well again
and make you feel younger and fitter, and free from all your pain?
Because I’m the kind of guy who has the power to do this for you,
if you promise to do something for me; just the odd thing or two.
Well, I can see that you’re thinking.., what do you say old man?
No one else will make you this offer, there’s only me that can?
If you turn me down you’ll be dead anyway in a very short time.
What’ve you to lose? Give me a reason, why should you decline? ”
“And I suppose the only thing you want is my God given soul
the only thing I have that’s complete and whole.
In all the years I’ve had it, it has been of no use to me
and yet you want it in exchange for my misery.”
“Tell me old man how did you know it was your soul that I desire?
Do you think that I’m evil and come from a land of fire?
People have somehow managed to get the wrong impression of me,
if I was an evil creature would I set your pain free?
Now, you might say that I’m getting the better of the deal,
but hey, come on, think about it, let us both get real.
Your time is almost over and I’m offering you a new lease of life,
I’ll give you three years of health and wealth, and a pretty wife.
Come on now old man, before it’s too late, what do you say,
are we going to make a deal before you slip away?
Your aged soul is of little use to you when you have gone,
so let’s live and let live, begin a new life from now on! ”
“And if I agree and say yes to the exchange of my soul
what will happen to it when I have paid you my toll?
Will my soul burn for eternity in the far reaches of hell,
or be tormented and tortured for reasons you won’t tell? ”
“I don’t know where you get all these untrue stories from,
nothing like that happens when you’ve departed and gone.
I’m an angel who gathers lost souls, which I keep with others
and you’ll join a family of soul mates, sisters and brothers.
After I’ve helped and collected a couple of thousand or more
you’ll energise me, so I can help other souls at death’s door.
So there you are, there’s nothing sinister and no one gets fired,
and in the end we’re all happy to achieve what we desired.”
“Is it true that we have to have a contract signed in blood,
so there’s no going back and that is understood.
And if you do want everything written down that way
I’ll have no choice but to agree to all you say.”
“Ah for progress; these days a teardropp to seal the contract will do
and everything and more that I promised will be granted to you,
but remember in three years from now your soul will become mine,
so make the most of your life and have a really great time.”
Three extraordinary years have passed by as though one day
and the payment of a soul is due without delay.
“Hello my old friend you look full of life, so healthy and well,
your extension of life hasn’t been wasted, this I can tell.”
“I’ve had a truly exceptional time and I want to thank you a lot,
but is there any way we can postpone the contract we’ve got? ”
“What! Every time I do a suffering, dying person a good turn,
they throw it back into my face; when will they ever learn?
Listen closely old man, a deal is a deal and that is a fact,
and when it’s made with me there’s no going back.
Now is the time to give me a sealing teardropp from your eye
and then we can say our last final goodbye.”
“I’m sorry I can’t, it’s impossible because I have dry eyes,
operations on both have been unsuccessfully tried.”
“This is wasting time and no good to me! We have a deal
you’ll have to renew it, this time in blood, for real.”
“I don’t want to sign a new deal; things are different in my life,
I have responsibilities now, a child and a new wife.”
“All these wonderful things happened to you because of me!
You owe me your soul and that’s how it will be!
Very well, I accept that I cannot have your soul today,
but the moment you die you will definitely pay,
and don’t go away thinking that you have outwitted me
your soul will be mine soon, you are not accident free.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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Sensual Night With Sense
you lay with some memories
your eyes fix on the ceiling
where images
begin to dance
like some fairies
with silk hair
and gossamer wings
you tire
with fairy tales and fantasies
you begin
a more mature approach
with your longings
inside this
empty room
for the night
where your waiting
for her
has become another
failure
you close your eyes
and look inside them
you hug your own
body with your
own arms
you bury yourself
on soft blankets
and pillows
you submerge
in ecstasy
your heart
throbbing
like crazy
and then
a raindrop
begins
to fall from
inside your
pains
falling
on the mountain
of your groin
you dropp dead
eyes closed
the pain
disappears
like some clouds
blown away
by this new wind
of coping up
and learning
with sense
sensuality
in automation
a flood of emotions
rush
to oblivion
tomorrow you wake
up and face a new
day again
they say you are a mature
person living life
that way it should be lived
coping up
self-automated
no misery seeking company
just being alone,
strong, and not needing help
from anyone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On Death
John Keats.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream?
and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by.
The transient pleasures as a vision seem
and yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.
Glosa a tribute
Can death be sleep when life is but a dream.
The final dreamless sleep which grants us rest
.Or better yet part of some greater scheme
which guarantees we all find release.
From misery which seems always to increase
and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by
on flying feet as if they’re loath to cease
their swift progress momentarily.
They pass as swiftly as a stray sunbeam
which penetrates through cloudy skies of gray.
The transient pleasures as a vision seem
a sign of hope that quickly fades away.
Why is that we suffer constantly
It may well be death sets us free to fly
towards the light where we are meant to be
.And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.
7-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Suicidal Mind
This world crumbles before me
the days turn dark and cold
something inside my soul
eating away my flesh
torn and frayed
it's such a mess
nothing here left to hold
In this suicidal mind
where only demons you will find
Tortured by the pain
can't escape your misery
I tried to refrain
these games we played
hear the sound of silence
sealed with a kiss
memories I can't let go
that leave me like this
Haunted by your presence
I think of days of old
with blood in my eyes
lost in a endless day
hiding from myself
facing reality with your lies
In this suicidal mind
where only demons you will find
Now as the sun filled skies
turns dim and gray
with words of angony
every heartbeat dies
with every fallen ones cries
(spiritwind-2000)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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The Pained
I can see it in her eyes
The pain gnawing at her on and on
I can feel it too
Same as I can feel my own pain
For days we would fleetingly
Look at each others eyes
I know she can feel my pain
Same as she can feel her own
Comes a time
When I long for those fleeting seconds
Oh when will the opening be
When will the sharing be
Then did the moment come a day
What the eyes knew
Spoken through the mouth
Pain and pain intertwined
We did become
Companions in pain
Sometimes ecstasy, sometimes sweet pain
Yes bearable pain
But then did life take her
Ended her pain for all times
Leaving me with a thousandfold
Pain and pain
poem by Subir Ningthouja
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