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Details | Lyric | |


My piety,my poetry ,my love
All are in vain
my music, my love ,my mind
All are running insane

My rhymes are all crooked
I can't write a perfect song
Looks like my life is worthless
my music, my poetry its all gone

Behold the paradox,
In these old rhymes 
living in a worthless life 
All these times 

The music's almost over
just need to turn out the light
I need just one leap
Need to show on last fight

I need to create something
something that makes you feel
the goal isn't to live forever
Its to create something that will

Details | Lyric | |

Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

the day you flew to Heaven

           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "

Details | Ode | |

Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .



Details | Rhyme | |

Above the Ocean Path

  " .... can you hear the bells ? ... "
             ~~~   ~~~

I trudge along the ocean path
up the hill to the promenade.
Above the crashing waves I stand,
then memories, my thoughts, invade.

Behind me, white and old, as I,
the abandoned church beckons me.
It says " do you remember when?"
"Think back ... what do you see?"

I remember lilacs blooming
and music from inside,
when this was a church full of life,
when I became a bride.

But now the lilacs fade from sight,
a deserted shell is all I see.
There is no music playing.
Sadness settles over me.

The curtains blow through broken panes.
They billow in the breeze
as if they're trying to escape
out to the beckoning seas.

Once upon a time we were
Alive ! , this church and I.
But we are old and empty now
and ready now to die.

           ~~~   ~~~
"behind the church is a promenade
     they call the Widows Walk"

   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~


Details | Rhyme | |

Michael Jackson

When I think about Michael, my eyes start to tear
He never learned to love, the man in the mirror

His gifts Thriller and Bad, made him the king of pop
A true innovator, creating the moon walk

That dirty Diana, never gave him a kiss
He was a smooth criminal, we were the witness

Loved by many millions, he lived behind his gate
Neverland his prison, prescription pills his fate

A life not fully lived,  too soon came to an end
He preferred fantasy, a strange world of pretend

He started to early, wanted to be a child
A part of him missing, his talking voice so mild

Still whenever he sang, he created fashion 
What could ever compare, with that kind of passion?

He continues to dance, an image on our screen
He was one of a kind, the best I've ever seen

Details | Imagism | |


Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...

And you'll believe her.

Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.

She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.

But you will KNOW.
You will know.

That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.

That's when you will die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.

Details | Lyric | |

Watch Me Die

The petals of a rose, they tremble and they fall
Just like my aching heart, my backs against a wall
so I Scream- but no one seems to hear me 
(and) I Bleed- but no one seems to worry 
(and) I Cry- but no one spares a passing glance
(and) I Die- no one seems to care

My mask, it melts away
as the flames burn through my bones, the pain it never fades
and its worse because i know the angels are not here to save me
everthing but you hates me
and im stuck with all this trapped inside
Im forced to sit and watch me die

Im in an empty room...
all hope disenegrates.
nothing left to do but get drunken, high
im willing to do anything just to get by

so I Scream- but no one seems to hear me 
(and) I Bleed- but no one seems to worry 
(and) I Cry- but no one spares a passing glance
(and) I Die- no one seems to care

My mask, it melts away
as the flames burn through my bones, the pain it never fades
and its worse because i know the angels are not here to save me
everthing but you hates me
and im stuck with all this trapped inside
Im forced to sit and watch me die
Im forced to sit and watch me die

Details | Elegy | |

Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009

Details | Bio | |


Nero was a cruel, unfair emperor playing 
the lyre as his disguise to conceal his consuming guilt;
and he caused destruction without feeling
an ounce of pity for those he governed with distrust.

Why did he want to destroy a city so mighty and glorious,
and replace it with a Golden Palace and magnificent gardens?
It seems inconceivable, but it was confirmed by many as the Great Fire
which ravaged Rome for six horrible days...who dared to call Nero a liar? 

On the rooftop, with the widest view of Rome burning underneath,
Nero played the lyre as his disguise...singing,"The destruction of Troy" with derision.  
And while looking so innocent and sad, he did nothing to control it;
wasn't his madness an evident sign of that contemplated act brought to completion?  

Finding the scapegoats was too easy for him, to cover up his evil deed...
he blamed the Christians and had them thrown to the beasts of the Colosseum,
but many more were crucified along the Via Appia and was Nero appeased?
No, he still continued to play the lyre as his disguise with increased delirium.

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Bell's Blues

Staring, vapor locked, at my Hammond B-3 console organ, which dominates my 
kitchen.  Surely a symbol of my madness.  I can't help, but think, if the keys were 
the days of my life, and the black ones represented the bad days, are there 
enough black keys??  Fighting petulance, self-pity...losing...
     Wondering if I can stand another minute alone.  Atop my organ, music books, 
and the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe, another mad poet.
     Plagued by physical agonies that merely complete a perfect circle of anguish 
and distress.  Even to worrying of misspelling a word again.  Pure lunacy.
     Remembrance of my 1863 death at Missionary Ridge, something I became 
aware of as a young child before I'd ever heard of reincarnation.  Or just an early 
sign of the madness to come??
     I am lost in a befouling miasma of deep despair.  My life's hopes down to 2 
desires;  one last music band, and taking my son to Disneyworld.  Money is 
meaningless to me.
     I am well aware that death is as natural as life.  And I would venture to guess 
that the loss of my father, my young cousin Billy, my dear friend Mark Trotiner, and 
too many others, are "Business As Usual" in this universe.  But not for me.
     Being terminally ill myself is something I have long since come to terms with.  
And what a reunion it will be!!  But I must continue to go on surviving as though I 
cherish this long and barren life.
     My writing, especially my poetry, my poet friends, my music, my musician 
friends, and a few relatives and others; these are the meds that work for me; not 
the 30 or so pills I must deal with everyday.  So thank you all.
And now an addendum, one which brightened my day:
     Mark Trotiner long maintained that he gave Mark Knoffler (Dire Straights) the 
idea for his hit song "Money For Nothing", when Mark Knoffler came into the 
appliance chain store he worked in way back then, where he bought, and drove 
off with several T.V.s, singing the prototype words he'd gotten from Mark Trotiner.  
Over the years, I tested him repeatedly, looking for the tale-tell deviation in the 
story one finds in a false tale.  He never faltered, he never failed.

Details | Lyric | |


A great day ending in tragedy
now you wait until you get the news
I was scattered in different forms
The car door was slammed into my side
The doctor walks in to give you the news
You fall to the floor
Tears falling from your face
Your makeup running down unto your clothes
Making a stain where your heart used to be
I took you back into the darkest place of my soul
Something was different more darker than before
Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love
Your standing in the corner
Your face is covered in darkness
The blood runs from your eyes
How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone
Your realizing how much i meant to you
Something you havent seen before
Your blindness fades away as you start to see
You fall to the floor fainting
No one picks you up
They drop my casket into my little hole
Where i will stay all life long
How your tears fall unto the ground
Getting soaked up by the soil
Drowning me in your tears
Admire the past no more ways to see the future
Now that your starting to love me more
You wait until you see me in a dream
Dying like the past
As your moving on i fade away
I am no longer alive
You left me behind

Details | Lyric | |

In My Eyes

Find a way to me. A way you will find. See the colors, In my eyes. Drain the grey, And the black. Bring the color, In my eyes. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. See the rainbow inside. To think I went insane. You weren't mine. That's what would keep me sane. Dreams and flashbacks come into view. Thinking of what could we've been, Thinking of the pictures of you, Thinking of what we had, I knew I was doomed. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. Much of darkness is in my eyes. Haven't you noticed I've been down? Showed my all the lies, Do you know in my tears, I drown? See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. See flashing of blue, Flashes of green, Flashes of brown. If you search for me, Search for my eyes, There I will be found. There I will wait, There I will cry, There I will relate, There I will die. ~ORIGINAL~ <3 Evalina Elena Eshiii E>

Details | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word

Details | I do not know? | |


There is a misty hanging over the lake
A line of pollen    colorless in the smoke    lapping the bank
With things    those outlined    unreachable
    against the far    far shore
Needle outlines    pines    roof of an old tool shed
    ghostly    wondering    within
Eyes    imagined yellow    peering    red    wet
    tongues hanging
This the very sort of day to set one odd-dreaming
There is a quiet    distant music sounding    then
A faint ripple    distant plash awakens vision
I cannot see    but hear the musical dipping of oars

"Hey!    Boatman!" I yell into the gloom
"Hey!    Boatman!    How deep?"    no reply
"Would I wade out?    Is there an undertow?    Would I sink
    only make a pin-point entry    be lost eternally?"
    I laugh    No reply
Still the steady dipping    now growing near    now far
    the steady dipping to a heartbeat      maddening!
         to think he might appear at any moment
    dreaming to the quiet    eerie music    and on
                  and on
"Apparition!    Won't you speak?    I've watched    
    listened for hours it seems
A breeze    at last    cuts the gloom
My vision starts!
There is no one out there
"Hey!    Boatman!

Details | Elegy | |

Elegy for Michael Jackson (3)

You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.

                  O day most callous like the callous world, how
                   Did you come about? By whose love designed,
                   Whose genius bore him, gave him life? O now
                   Do tell us of his human coming, since maligned
                   It's oft forgotten that he was somebody's child
                   Context in a world where his skin was reviled:
                   And yet some marveled that he parted from it
                   To build a world different from base to summit.

Genius is a gift and not a choice, and he was all
A moment's glimpse of earth's troubled paradise
For Michael was not mere mortal he was our tall
Selves transformed to art, so nuanced to the wise
That understood how his dance moves were silk
Syllables of protest and regret, a symbol cocooned
In loneliness, a man pining for the rare social milk
Of happiness against a material breast, festooned

                    With a race unhappiness. He was more than we
                    Saw with naked eye, Michael was an artist true
                    Context in all our history. And yet his mortality
                    Was not less not vulnerable due to fame, a blue
                    Note then sing for him, remember this day's despair
                    How the fickle fans in fragile praise came again
                    Away from the media's maddening glare to share
                    This moment of dark our universal deluge of pain.

O Indiana, this is your son, O America this here
Is your native child, weep here ye poets, weep
For him, the poet of the broken soul, Let no tear
Leave a eye that's dry for the lullaby of his sleep
Come ye world that felt his charity, beg angels
Hear us and welcome him; Michael, forever we 
Will keep our hearts beating for you, in citadels
Of shining peace when your songs bring memory. 

Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea,

I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away

Details | Rhyme | |

The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child

In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Bell's Blues (Conclusion)

     Today, I had a chance to ask his widow, Laurie, about this story.  She 
confirmed that it did happen, and he came home from work that day excited, and 
told her and their 3 daughters about the event.
     And sure enough, shortly thereafter, the song became a hit on the radio, and 
M.T.V., in those ancient days when they actually played music.
     This news brightened my day considerably, and I'm happy to share it with you; 
so when you next hear that song, remember my good buddy, Mark Trotiner, the 
uncredited genius behind it.
                                          tom bell

Details | Carpe Diem | |


Something breaks inside this musty beggar.
As he awakes to see he's on 6th Avenue.
Where he sat and sang and endured the weather.
Where he sat and sang and sung the truth.
But the world didn't view things the way he used to. 
And couldn't seem to make them believe. 
The way that he saw things. 
The way that it should be. 

But I heard him play, like holy water.
And it opened up my eyes.
This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah, in disguise.
And I will sadly sing these awful songs. 
That were made in his design.  
Like music he sang all along.
Like music that's divine.

But Then his lovely daughter died. 
And he couldn't handle the grief.
He wrote one last sobbing song. 
And they found him in week.
Huddled in inside an alley-way.
Where he died inside his sleep. 
Dreaming on his daughter's eyes. 
Dreaming that he weeps. 

And now I'm singing songs about his daughter.
That brings a tear into to my eye.
This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah in disguise. 
So I will sadly sing these awful songs.
That were made in his design.

Details | Lyric | |

The Sex Confessions

The Bed
Your Mouth
My Touch
Our Lips

It’s a fever
In the night


Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

The Flame
Your Cries
My Salt
Our Wounds

It’s a fever
In the night 


Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

The Earth
Your Rain
My Seed
Our Life

It’s a fever
In the night 


Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

Of Love

Your  Love
My Love
Our Love

It’s a fever
In the night 


Desecrated and damned together
Desecrated and damned forever
One naked flesh, we’ll die together
One naked flesh, making love forever

Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~

           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine

Details | Epitaph | |

YAUCH, i cry

a tearful dedication to my lifelong brother, mentor, and friend Adam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~aug.5, 1964-may 4, 2012

I owe you better than this...You were Heaven sent...
Eyes cascade tears I cry
do you know Y?   A. U.C.H.                   ~ (Y.'t U. C.hillin' H.ere?)
I cry dry...
my ACE of spades, i miss you kid
my mentor
my man
my ILL-est friend
my Superman
my M.C.A.
why'd you have to fly, you'll never die...i cry i cry

the pen leaks
i sink 
it stinks it stings i cry i cry
side by side we were A.L.I.V.E. 
tho' i can hear Dechen cry, wipe tears from Lo's eye
wings you glide
the rhymes we rhymed, you and i
G -S.O.N. the sky, too short yir' time
the moon should refuse to shine
Losing your duty's shredding my mind i cry i cry
you remain so kind transcending your ending line
I CRY this way I crY I crY and I just do not own the right words to say, just as mc's squared you cared this way  
you shared melodies but now this sky's gone to Red from Grey,
i must make it anyway,
but trust when I say 
I love you MCA!

* I'm running into walls without you...

Details | Free verse | |

Barry Cowsill leaving

      A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills 
      remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old.
      As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans 
      Barry Cowsill  the hidden artist yet well known .

      Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me ..
      "do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing ..
     "long ,beautiful Hair,  Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy " 
      his life and smile , his love , imagining  me for a while , yes love.

     My Friend met his fate  passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation 
     Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen
     Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge , 
     The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry,  too great for Our World .
     Remembering the Jazz festival,  memories,  torn in my mind yet left behind ,

     Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?

Details | Sonnet | |


Your head is dead a chamber vast and void
and nothing's what you think on anymore
forgotten are all things you once enjoyed
and are replaced by life the constant bore.

Your brain's been drained you sit alone and stare
all hope's run out, your heart is solid stone
from night to day and day to night it's there
the wish to be forgotten and alone.

You think and sink into Oblivion
not caring if you fade or if you die
but only that you shed the shell you're in
you've gone beyond the questioning of why.

You are the death, the dark of greatest fear
the song of life only the dead can hear.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Details | Free verse | |

Gene, Gene, the Singing Machine

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---

You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks 
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.  

Details | Terzanelle | |

George Gershwin Terzanelle

When you’re longing for someone to watch over you
think about building a stairway to paradise
even if it means you must dance alone with you.

It may feel hard for your heart to sing, soul to rise
It may seem like you got plenty of nutting,
no matter, let your heart climb a stairway to paradise.

Alone may seem lonely and off putting
Life filled with love means it ain’t necessarily so
Love fills you with song, if you embrace plenty of nutting.

For when life cuts you down, tells you it’s time to go,
or too early in life you think your man’s gone now,
trust me on this honey, it just ain’t necessarily so.

All alone with a keyboard, is one way to answer how
with things, even when you want  ‘em, you can’t get ‘em
 but music never leaves you, even after your love’s gone now.

With stuff, when you got ‘em, you may not want ‘em.
Be real and long for someone to watch over you.
With love of men, when you want ‘em, you can’t get ‘em.
Dance with heart upstairs, so you’ll never dance alone.

Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.

Details | Narrative | |

The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.

Details | Narrative | |

Heaven's Doorway

A light - beyond bright -
beckons me warmly
from a place beyond which I cannot yet see.
As I approach a stairway which glistens like gold,
all my former burdens and apprehensions melt away.
Body aches have vanished and I feel that I am floating toward the steps,
melting from a warmth,the intensity of which
can only be matched by the radiance of the not so distant light.
A tenderness I now can easily recognize 
emanates from that glorious light.

Nearing the stairway, I can hear sweet strains
of a music whose instruments I can't define.
I cannot see, and yet I strangely know, beyond any doubt,
that upon reaching the top of those golden stairs,
something splendid awaits me beyond the doorway.

Something forgotten is tugging at my brain,
an awareness of having been here before.
Am I simply returning to a place from whence I came
before my sojourn on the earth -
that place where loving spirits dwell in perfect peace?
On reaching the door, I do not even have to knock.
My mere desire to enter has been heard
and my unspoken questions have been answered, 
for the door slowly swings open.

I cross the threshold and enter not into a building,
but rather into another realm.
Vivid colors dance before my eyes in the guise
of flowered meadows, hills and rills, birds and butterflies.
This landscape of indescribable beauty seem to go on forever.
A deluge of memories comes flooding my mind.

Suddenly, a snow white dog comes bounding toward me.
It's my precious Ollyver, who died so many years ago, the first to greet me.
He leaps into my arms just as he used to do 
every night when I reached the doorway of my earthly home.
Flocking toward me are others. 
I become dizzy with happiness and the thrill of it all. . . 

And then appears my stepfather, no longer afflicted with dementia, 
along with my dear brother Dale, who left our earthly home
sadly when he was still in his prime and full of dreams!
Next come those beloved friends of my family, 
people whom I saw each Sunday at church and who later passed away,
people whose lives touched mine all those years ago of my childhood.
Others that arrive I recognize instantly as ancestors of mine,
 even though many of them  I'd never even met while on earth!
They come to embrace me, one after another in the beautiful meadow,
and the music I had been hearing swells to the joyous sound
of an angel's choir.

For Gail Doyle's Heaven's Doorway Poetry Contest

Details | Sijo | |

You Never Left

Laughter spills out of the current       it sounds so familiar?
Lose myself in river's reflections      curves carry troubles away--
Oh! This laughter is yours!       Come restless spirit, speak with me.

Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #188 / STARDUST

“And STARDUST we will be again”

Details | Lyric | |

Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 

Details | Rhyme | |

Death by Beauty

A smile moves across her lips
She gazes at her crime
A scar across her flesh and soul
To haunt her for all time
She’ll waste away for all she cares
Never stops to use her brain
Doesn’t care about the ones who are close
All she cares about is pain

She wants to be what the others expect of her
Doesn’t care about the self-respect for her
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Can’t she see what all she has got

Never to go back again
She feels the world is at an end
She will never show her grief
Although she’ll cry in empty streetS

She’d sooner live like a desolate mole
Living in fear in an empty hole
Screaming silent wails alone
Content to live in her mental home

A final tear falls from her eye
It hits the ground, it’s followed by
A beautiful body, mutated by hate
A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late
One two many bricks in the wall in her mind
Molding her demise because her heart was blind
This self conscious being could never have won
For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones

She wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t respect herself
In the end, she managed only to wreck herself
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Little did she know, she had all she had sought

Details | ABC | |

The Government song

This Life and Government have found it's ways,
everyone dying and having bad days,
today it is raining from all i can see,
bullets and shot guns aiming towards me,
yelling and screaming just to get out,
if they take this life of mine i have no dought,
I traval the road that no one could know,
working hard for nothing to show,
taking my mind and making it weak,
sticking me in the dark hole that i seek,
try to run from theses Chasing fools,
this type of government has taking it's tool.
Politcal lies by one and another,
trying to get by to feed each othere,
they live poor just get through the door,
the empty sad hearts without family's,
feeling it go through my vains it's like a diseases,
Plant the visions in my mind,
killing people around me all the time,
for i have sined many times for no reason,
Living out here in the desert for all the seasons.
theres nothing i can do untill it's over,
i look over and theres a body to cover
So i traval the road no one could know,
Working hard for nothing to show,
taking my mind and making me weak,
sticking me again in this hole that i seek.

Details | Elegy | |

Paul's Gone

The music 
          has stopped
 and the piano bench is now 
      He brought the gift 
of music to thousands of youth 
   he also loved the other arts - painting and dance
He cared about oppression and 
had a Jackie Robinson poster on 
  the wall
He went to shul every Yom Kippur 
(although I knew he had his doubts)
He moved up in economic status 
     and he always voted 
    He read about the lousy 
Holocaust in his last years 
    He was a proud mama's boy 
He led choruses in the army 
     So long Paul Anish from your surviving son
          (and he raised two other children 
                  and had a beautiful baby 
die at one)
      He loved poetry especially Wordsworth
He loved his wife of 56 years 
 I hope I can be strong and go on without him
            So long Pesach - So long

Details | Free verse | |

To Hell and Back

It was a mere noise,
which turned into agonizing cries.
The smell of filth stained the air.
As i looked at those big doors,
a tongue of flame leaped through them, 
as terror crept unto my body.
The groans of hell hounds echoed.
Fear was almost tangible.
I was a soul destined to hell.

But in a split, the scenery metamorphosed.
A distant music turned into pleasurable laughter.
The fragrance of flowers complimented the air.
As i looked at those wide open, welcoming doors,
rain of purity sprinkled like blessings,
as sunlight warmed my soul.
The chirping of birds was playing.
Peace was almost tangible.  
I was the spirit destined to get away from hell.

Entered in PD's contest.
Ranked 3rd.

Details | Lyric | |

Wasting Time

Way above the street lights
Watching yourself die
Waisting time

They left you in so much pain
You lost everything
For so many years
You pushed me out
Cant describe how i feel

This time im not going to watch myself cry
im not going to bury myself on the inside
You say you want the old me back
If you want me back
Your going to have to ask
Nice than that

Details | Ghazal | |


An ivory smile and eyes that GLOWED
His penetrating words reached my SOUL

A prophet, a poet but human all the SAME
So young and burdened with too much GAME

His work was an outlet to relieve the PAIN
The trials of his life overwhelmed his BRAIN

I saw the pain I suffered reflected in his EYES
I heard the words I felt come from his throat and RISE

Blessed with the knowledge that shoulda set us FREE
But the devil intervened so it could not BE

I know what it’s like, a side all bull SHIT
Not all good or bad causes inner CONFLICT

All these things I say hoping it’s not too LATE
To reach those others who I know can RELATE

And touch their souls like he came and touched MINE
Unlike your demise yo words came right on TIME

We miss u TUPAC

Written & copyrighted by Tone Jaxson

Details | Lyric | |

Stairway to Hell

So much rage
caught up in depression
now i have no one to turn too
i sit alone by my bed looking at the demon 
He stands next to the closet

I wake up every night at 2 am
just before dead time
He makes sounds
i ignore them

He opens the closet door
And slams it shut
scarring me 

One night he visits me in a dream
A dream where my family dies because i killed them
I wake up screaming
I would never hurt my family 

Sometimes its hard to ignore the other world
They make you crazy and depressed 
now you have to pay for the music that drug that demon to your home
All the metal music that killed you
The music that they said would save you

Ask your self are you alive now? 
now that the demon got you?

I think of how it could be different 
how if i listened to country my family would still be here
Demons are everywhere know that?
One is with you right now, watching you type your poems
Watching you read mine

What can they do you ask?
They can do much much more than what you expect
They crush your insides
Make your heart cold
They make you hurt

These demons are not to play with
A found out the hard way
now the pain wont stop
I cant make it go away

You will soon see what i have seen
Cling to god 
Pray everynight before you close your eyes
Pray out loud every morning
Be thankful you havent seen your demon yet

All of us have one
they are all over the world
They will drag you to hell with them!

Details | Free verse | |

A Tribute To Freddie Mercury

A Tribute To Freddie Mercury

What happened?
Why did God take you away?
Your music soothed so many
Brought others to tears
Yet everyone danced and sang with you
Following your fingers on the piano keys
You cast your spell over thousands
Your voice was a gift from the gods
You took the stage you were blessed
And you blessed us with your songs
We didn’t know that you were suffering
That you were dying
You kept your pain a secret so we would not worry
You knew we would mourn before your life was over
You knew we would cry and not hear your last songs
How we miss you since you left
Your band continues on
Playing the music that you made famous
It is not the same
You made the music everything that it was
You changed music from the day you sang your first note
No one will ever give what you gave
You gave you life for your fans
We knew it and we loved you for it
Your goodbye left a void that will never be filled
Four word and just for words say what we feel
They are strong words that you gave meaning to
We hear them when we see you on a video
They echo through our ears as we hear your song
God Save the Queen and God bless Freddie
He will always be royalty in our hearts

Details | Rhyme | |

John Lennon

Imagine if he'd lived,
The words he would have sung,
The songs he could have crafted 
Had he not died so young.

Imagine if he'd lived,
If death could be reversed.
Would he still be promoting peace   
Across the universe?

Imagine if he'd lived,
Would people still believe
That he was just a dreamer
Dreaming double fantasies?

Imagine if he'd lived,
The truths he would have sought. 
But instant karma failed him
With one fool and four shots.

Imagine if he'd lived -
But we're the dreamers now
Dreaming of the many ways
To make the wheels go 'round

Details | Than-Bauk | |

My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?

Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!

Details | I do not know? | |

The CareSoul Carousel

The music chanting with no sound
The circles spinning round and round
Things are blurry from either end
Your vision lost in upper suspend

The horses flair with no despair
They see him coming as they prepare
To take him to his enchanted land
To take him away from the evils hand

The clownish music making fun
Of real life clues for the end of sun
As horses spin to help the one
Escape all hell of grown up pun

They spin and neigh and free his mind
Forgetting how the world is mine
Forgetting how his thoughts are bound
Releasing prisms of light bended sound

The barrier they do constantly break
The circles spin at a faster rate
The childs laughter turn to one of hate
The horses turn to bones of deaths smiling face

The cirle now spinning faster to one
Becoming a blurred vision of boy vs none
It spins so fast you can no longer see him
He has become apart of the blurry evil den

From his view he does not see sin
He see the horses grow strong with men
The knights of good bestow his land
As the carousel takes him to this grand

The horses grow a pair of wings
This must be for the flight of kings
As clouds they part in the land of good
This boy has met his version of pure

Our view the circles spinning has stopped
Nothing left inside the horses have rot
The boy no longer laughing out loud
His stare now a gaze with nothing of proud

He mind has left his core still around
The carousel took his soul below ground
The carousel brought this boy to his knees
But the one that knows is the one that sees

Details | Name | |

Tupac Shakur

The Elvis of Hip Hop,
United passion with verbal skills,
Poet, actor, model, Revolutionary,
A young Soldier, ready to die, 
Created for a purpose.

Sadness embraced the world,
He had to go.
Actively remembered by fans.
Killed by misunderstanding.
Unbelievable prediction of his own.
Rest in peace Pac.

Details | Free verse | |

Will Hip-Hop Come Back?

Buried 6ft. below lays something no one will forget.
It is part of everything.
Feeding teenagers and telling them how to live.
On its way to hell.
Can it be revived? Will it come back alive?
Or will it rest and stay crucified?

Details | Lyric | |

Party Hard

I had a woman but she's gone for good
I could get her back, don't know if I should
It's alright though I can get many more
They call 'em callgirls but I called 'em whores
I gave 'em drinks 'till they couldn't see straight
I guess I did that too, it was my fate
We woke up early, around 2 PM
"Get your stuff and leave." I told them
I got a new group of girls every night
If they stayed longer we would start to fight
They said they needed more, what did they need?
They never wanted my love, they wanted my speed

I was partyin' way too hard
But it's all I had at the time
Never thought it would be this hard
Just tried to make due for the time

Got in my porsche and went for a drive
I never drove too fast, I'd go 105
Cops tried to pull me over but I just showed my face
They said, "Oh, sorry sir, carry on with your race."
Who was I racin'? I had nobody
If I wanted friends I had to pay fees
I stopped at home and I moved a few lines
If I get caught, I'd just pay their fines

I was partyin' way too hard
But it's all I had at the time
Never thought it would be this hard
Just tried to make due for the time
My friends were fake and the sex wasn't great
I guess havin' money and fame was my fate
They told me they loved me, I never believed 
What a tangled mess of webs I had weaved

Headed to the party, the hottest spot
I brought my coke, my girls, I liked what I got
When I showed up they crowded around me
I didn't know anywhere I'd rather be
We headed inside, I cut up some lines
I let it loose, I cut all my binds
I said, "Let's party all night, and everyday."
Partied all my life, it's the only way

I was partyin' way too hard
But it's all I had at the time
Never thought it would be this hard
Just tried to make due for the time
My family was gone, and my friends? They weren't real
I didn't want to be here, I didn't want to feel
The coke was too strong, the girls were too fake
I tried to make it good, I just needed a break
But my life caught up with me, it was too fast
Partied too hard and long, my life had passed
I partied way too hard
But it's all I had at the time
I never thought it would be that hard
I just couldn't make due at the time

Details | Narrative | |


I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises

Details | Lyric | |

California Girl

Saw a girl walkin’ down the road
Stopped to talk, then that pretty face glowed
"Hey there girl, where ya headin’?"
"California, babe. You’re a swinger I’m bettin’."

California Girl was her name
Thought life was just a game
Lived too fast, lived too hard
Now she’s been dealt her last card

We were drivin’ down the highway
Told her she was goin’ my way
To California, the place of dreams
The place of lies, the place of schemes

California Girl was her name
Put her momma to shame
Endulged too much, had a little more
Now she’s left this world, what for?

Made it to California, what a sight to see
We were gonna rule it all, just her and me
Stopped into this little hotel she knew
Not a lotta people were there, only a few

California Girl was her name
Never wanted to be the same
She had everything, she had it all
But then her life took a horrible fall

This hotel was heaven, you know
They offered grass, they offered snow
She vanished for hours then came back
I knew our lives had left the track

California Girl was her name
Knew she was destined for money and fame
Played the good boys, loved the bad
She never even knew of the life she had

A month into our hotel stay
My baby California Girl had begun to stray
Woke up late one night to find her dead
Layin’ on the floor right next to my bed

California Girl was her name
Thought life was just a game
Lived too fast, lived too hard
Now she’s been dealt her last card

Details | Free verse | |

Wallace Hartley,Titanic Bandmaster

As I gather them to the first class lounge
Surely we will calm down the throng.
Of mothers in shock,fathers at a loss.
Crying wee ones encased in their arms.
Lifeboats not nearly enough I hear.
And so we play together as one.
The piano and cellos,the violins.
Kindred spirits fighting our terror.
On we play as the air becomes frozen.
Horrific screams we play beyond.
Seven band members and I.
Wallace Hartley is my name.
Please do remember me.
The bandmaster am I and these
Are the last moments of my life.
And so I instruct the band to play
One last song to say good-bye.
"Nearer My God To Thee" reverberates
Across the splintering bow as all light
From this world is extinguished at last.

By Deb Wilson
for My heart will go on and on contest
sponsored by Tracie~Indigo Dreamweaver

Details | Lyric | |

Do Not Delay

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Tattered curtains in the wind
A path you soon rescind
Echoes of silence in the halls
Shadows dance upon the walls
Her door off its frame
Search, call her name
Terror brings you to your knees
Your gut twisting with unease

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Screams burn outside
The attack worldwide
Determined to find her
Afraid of what may occur
Heart breaks at the thought
When nearby a gun is shot
Running wild in the night
Praying it’ll be alright

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Words still engraved
Your soul enslaved
Memories on your mind
Apocalypse of mankind
Her love you dearly miss
The unforgettable last kiss
Feeling her last breath
As she welcomed death

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Remember that day 
When she faded away
When you were unable to say
What your heart wish to convey

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"you can speak in a sentence
and no one will hear you

But you can sing a song
and it can reach ten thousand people"

People speak in silence

Afraid of what they might project
If it will harm someone or even them

Everyone is listening
But without hearing a word you say

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The Magic is Gone Now

My father 
   died 4 years ago 
           He was a 
fine pianist
   and the music of Debussy 
        flowed from his fingers
             The music took
me on a mental 
Took me to France and Spain
   in my imagination
Debussy felt the beauty of all of nature 
    well up inside him 
  and expressed in the gorgeous sounds 
he created
    No long will I hear "Moonlight" and "The Sunken Cathedral"
   on my father's Steinway 
Every time I hear those pieces performed 
    I feel a wave of sadness
overcome me 
   Sadness combined with joy and great respect
for the magic of Debussy which I have known 
and which my late father knew how to express in sound

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The Day That Music Died

Lament The day that music died, singing wept. Into the sea of melancholy voice crept. Each word spoken reeked with pain. When could we ever be whole again Under the rug good lyrics were swept. Praise Singing is really a magical thing. Everyone agrees music has a ring It sates all involved, fills to the top. Once you begin, you hesitate to stop. Your imagine yourself to be the king. Consolation There are none too old to learn, they say. Never again we give our song away. We’ll sing, we’ll sing never quiet. We will sing, until we start a riot. Music for ever and ever and a day. © Aug 11 For Dr. Ram's elegy contest

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Unsuspecting Victim

Four teenagers 

Paige- psychic, can see and talk to the dead, has demons who come to her for help
Matt- Has demons attachted to him, dating paige
Kevin- A Nerd from school, intersted in pot
Kat- Training psychic, paiges best friend, dating kevin

Prom Night- 2011

Sitting in the car positioning themselves
into a compfy spot
Matt sits in the driving seat
Paige in the passenger seat
Kat and Kevin in the back seat
Kat laying on Kevins shoulder
All of them latch there seat belts
Driving unto the road to go to after prom
Paige sees someone
Someone no oe else can see but her
Sitting right beside her is her (demon but almost human ghost) friend
He whispers "i can try to keep you save from everything, but i cant make a promise)
She looks down at Matts foot
Holding unto the break peddal is one of Matts demons
The demon breaks the pedal and has one hand into the engine of the car
A car coming up behind them
Trying to pass them
Matt decides to make it difficult for them to pass
As he does he tries to hit the breaks
And they didnt work
They drive into the ditch 
Trying not to hit the other car infront of them
Flipping a few times as they land with all the tires on the ground and the 
Top of the car towards the sky
Paige lays on the windsheild her head cut by the glass
She looks  at her self
She sees her body laying there looking up at Matt as he smirks to her
His eyes turn black and he smirks again
Paiges ghost friend opens the door and pushes her out
Far from the car
She now lays close to the road
She watches the car as it rolls off the hill
Flipping it again, also looking down at her lifeless body
She sees Matts demon again

The Night After

Paige was rushed to the hospital
Matt, Kevin and Kat left with only bruises and a few cuts
Paiges brain was internally bleeding
She stands in the hospital 
Outside of her body
Standing looking at her ghost friend
He ssays to her "as much as i want you to be here with me, your family needs you in your other life"
She wakes up a few hours later, in her body, and getting better

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im yours

Ever feel like your world is crashing right before your eyes?

Everyone is just in a still mode

you go up to speak to them

And they just stand there

Not saying a word

not even blinking

Like your world has frozen

I'm your pain when you can't feel

I'm your eyes when you must kill

I'm your voice when you must lie

I'm the fear that fills your brain

I'm yours when the world falls apart

I'm the sadness when you are depressed

I'm the numbness when you can't heal

I'm the sharpness of the blade in which u cut

I'm the bullet that pierces your heart

I'm yours when your world has fallen apart.

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Guitarra, Express My Heart

Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart Pick away all that’s ever ached Place these Spanish notes beautifully To the angel of her face Guitarra pleas, express this heart Bring to life our last Latin nights Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight Guitarra as now I gently play Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair “El espiritu de amor” is strumming along Bringing back the yesterdays to here Guitarra passion now is in the revival As the ghost of love tangos all around Milagros, I sense you near And in this instrument forever you are found

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Grave Yard

Your eyes shut tight
Hearing a sound
Your heartbeat races
You can feel the little pieces 
Bleeding through
The hairs on your arms
Stand up
Closing your eye lids shut
Keeping them from opening
Reaching your hand over
To turn on the light
Once you do
You open your eyes
And nothing is there
Your heat beat dies down
And your back to feeling alone

Walking to the graveyard 
Going there as you
And leaving there as someone else
You can feel them all around you
Grasping unto you
And never letting go
Places parellel
You know its something paranormal

You decide not to stay
You feel yourself start to fade away
pretty soon everything
will be back where it belongs

The ghost grabbed unto your depression
And it slowly killed you
From the inside out
Now you are in the graveyard

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My Lai Masscre

I, mister, I'm 
Alive, alive.

Cut my limbs off
Let me bleed,
Bleed.. Bleed,
Bleed the pain.

My... My Lai Masscre,
Cut my limbs off,
Screw me senseless 
screw me dead.

My Lai Masscre.
I'm alive.
Lai Masscre.

March 16th 1968

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Somber Song

Whilst sitting at her piano,
A tune it just came out,
It was so full of sadness,
We all had so much doubt.

Lydia was her name,
She was on the way to fame,
Her music was a special gift,
And gave us such a lift.

The townsfolk they all gathered around,
To greet this girl they'd found,
And she became an idol,
In this little country town.

One day whilst they were walking,
The lane was deep in snow,
The townsfolk came across this girl,
It's the way she wanted to go.

So now when they hear a piano,
Their thoughts all turn to her,
And so this Somber Story,
Still causes their heart to stir.

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Arguing with one another
Texting back and forth
Owen drives in the blizzard
Kurt is at home

Kurt sends Owen another message
"why did you tell them about me doing drugs?"
"that wasnt your place, i dont care if there your parents too"
"shouldnt i be the one to tell them?"

Owen tries to reply to the message Kurt has sent him
He loses control of the wheel
driving into a field 
Kurt recieves a message from Owen
"Im sorry I..."
The message was never finished
The car slamming into a tree
The tree branch breaks through the window
Thrashing into Owens stomach
As Owens head slams back and forth
The car is left smoking

Kurt knows something is wrong
but leaves things be

50 Minutes Later...."

Kurt and Owen's parent recieve a call from the police
"Is this the parent of Owen Everdeen?" the police ask
the mother answers "yes is something wrong? is it Owen, what did he do now?"
"Mam', Your son was in a accident, they are life flighting him to the hospital"
She drops the phone, and grabs her purse and yells at Kurt to come on.

She drives fast to get to the hospital to see her son
Owen was life flighted to the hospital
The police had to use the jaws of life to get him out of his car

They finally make it to the hospital
The Dr. asking "Are you the mother of Owen?"
She cries "yes, where is my son?"
Kurt stands upset at himself for fighting with Owen minutes before
Remembering Owens last text to him. "im sorry I.."

The Dr. explains to the mother 
"Owen didnt make it"
She sits in sadness
She cannot breathe

Kurt runs after the Dr.
"this cant be, he has to be ok" as he starts to cry.
Just the night before him and his brother
Were playing guitar hero together
Remembering the last moment
The arguing
The reqruet Kurt is now feeling

"Owen Ryan Everdeen: Jan. 1st, 1990- December 8th, 2011"
To a good brother and a great friend, im sorry about all those times i have let you down
Im sorry for yelling at you that night, and causing your crash, the guilt i feel wont leave
I am sorry that you went through that, and left this world that way, forgive me for what i 
have caused. I love you.

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Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004

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Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!

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So many songs describe how i feel
But you wouldnt have the time to listen to them
To actually figure out what they meant
Or how much they related to me
If i died today i can say the only
Thing you would miss
Is me trying to make you smile
Things have been depressing me for years
All the anger i hold is real
Falling further into soemthing
You wouldnt want me to be
I know if i told you 
You would be confused
You wouldnt know what you did
To make me do what im about to do
I let myself cry to long
That i buried myself alive on the inside
I wish i could shut you out
And let you go away for a long time
I guess its better that i trapped myself in my own way
At one point the chain broke away
And i had my own time
I took an early flight and i made it home
I realized how unfair you were being
Everyone always got more than i did
Got your attention
More than i did
If i played my bass 
Would you hear the anger behind it?
If i let you read my poems
Would you understand why im writing it?
If i told you i thought about doing something bad
Would you try to make everything i hate about you better?
I dont think you understand 
Maybe i should explain more
Or would i bore you?
So you know
I wanted a father
But instead i had a dad
To me
It hurt
It still does
And i watched myself die
From hurting so much
Cutting my heart out
On the inside
Im different 
In so many ways
My friends give me more complaments
Then my mother has my whole life
"thats good" isnt what i want from you
I would rather have you really 
Grasping the meaning behind why
I am writing poems
The meaning behind why i draw
Or play the bass
Even if i died i wouldnt think
You would get it
If i did what im going to do
I would have you right where i want you
If you want me back
Your going to have to ask
Nicer than that
Things in my life are different than yours
I see things differently
I love music
And i want you to see that
I talk to you through my music
I talk to you through my poems
I talk to you through my bass guitar
You cant trust me?
I lied to you?
Dont you remember when 
You told me you would give me up
for adoption when i was born?
That hurt more than anything
Yes you kept me
BUt you thought about giving me up
Just like you gave up on me ten years later
This will be the last of me
And i hope you understand now
That you are my problem
That you are the one
I couldnt trust
That you were the one who lied
What else could i hide
When i have been an open 
Book his whole time
and you couldnt see it?

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All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten

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In Another Light

The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding it.

The boy opens the door and walks by his mom
his mom says "how was school"
He doesnt respond 
he walks silently to his room
His mom turns away in sadness
"its dinner time Kurt" she yells up the stairs.
He walks slowly down the steps
Hiding something in his hand as he puts it in his pocket
His mother is setting the table
Putting meat on his plate 
He sits down unto the seat
not touching his food
"is there something wrong with it?" his mom asks
He doesnt look at her
"talk to me. why have you been ignoring me" she repeats.
He gets up off the chair and walks outside
Walking into the woods as his mom runs out
"get back here where are you going"

Every living thing dies alone." he writes in white on a tree in there back yard
He throws the rope over the toughest branch
He steps up unto a little chair
Tying the rope around his neck
The chair falls

His mom worries in panic
She cant find him anywhere
She waits up all night

The Next Morning"

She walks out to the garden
Looking up at a tree
She sees the fallen chair from behind a tall bush
She runs
Picking up the chair
Seeing the thing she never thought would have happened
She falls to her knees
A tear falls from her cheek
Not understanding 
Reading the words on the tree
Every living thing dies alone"
She wonders

She untangles him from the tree and holds him
Talks gentle to him
Something she hasnt done in a while
Now grasping the meaning behind what he has done

The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding the meaning behind it.

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you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you

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Lunar Love

Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game

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Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died

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Shut Your Hole !

You could be just a tri polite (Muttered Mario ),

There is a deep meaning in this life/
Yet where does one go to when the storms abound ?
Like to a crazy music store,
Mere music to abound !

They don't really like you !
So shut your hole !
A roll of the dice down at the corner store,
Tony was out in the back sleeping with a whore !

People these days don't even know/
Nor do they think they know,
The whole concept of the role,
Now shut your hole/

Vito was down at the bakery taking stock/
With a switch blade in hand and mop,
See he's an over weight lover from another brother/
Type of home boy lover !

The freak was a shoe shine boy delivering flowers on the side/
Now he's working for Tony at this free kin two bit dive/
Yet thank God that the rest of his friends our still alive !
Now wash those dishes and shut your hole/

Forget about looking outside at the rise of the death toll !

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In a dark, uncaring world such as ours,
there must me a steady light at all times:
bring your candles and your Christmas's carol books without being told...
ring out bells to the wild sky overlooking the bright and peaceful road!

Darkness has prevailed since our ancestors sinned,
let it end today to face a blessed day never imagined:
honor and worship your God by praising Him for His undeserved kindness...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky awaiting profound peace found in stillness!

A loving brother should never hate his own brother so kind,
as Cane did with premeditated murder on his carnal mind:
realize the heinous action that initiated the flow of first, innocent blood...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky as everybody smiles and sings out loud! 

Harmony has finally returned after a long absence,
to change hearts and minds and instill confidence:
angels peak and delight in seeing the happy smiles on faces below...
ring out wild bells to the sky on the jolliest season buried in snow!  

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Better Than Grace

how can we pretend that everything is okay
when the world is soon to turn to grey
I've took this life and its treasures in vane
when you'd easily trade with me any day

you're amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace

you say they gave you less than six months
never thought it could hurt this much
I'd give anything just to save you
oh what can i do, just say because

you're amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace

with every breath we take, just another test today
don't walk away before it's too late
we should all be ashamed of ourselves because

he's amazing better than grace
so amazing just can't turn the page
amazing can't find the strength
to gaze at your face and not look away
look what we've done, coming undone
slowly fading away, so amazing
better than grace

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All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"

"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey


All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late

We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not.

To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.

 All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed 

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Cellar Door Escape The Fate

We walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall
To find you in the bedroom not breathing at all
I drag your body to the cellar where we lay, 
the wax it melts away, 
I kiss your face...
Now we are starting to love you more,
your body's on the canvas, 
That I painted on the floor
Now you wait,
like the drug, 
like the change in the pain it goes on for so long
And oh,
now it hurts in the worst way, 
now that you're gone, 
its so wrong,
its so wrong....
If I could take you somewhere,
I'd take you to my darkest place, 
scatter you in art forms, admire the whore,
beauty in different ways your hands on picture frames, 
your eyes in the glass wear your face as a mask
Now they are starting to love you more, 
a gallery of your beauty no charge at the door
As you wait, 
like the drug, 
like the change in the pain it goes on for so long
And oh, 
now it hurts in the worst way, 
now that your gone, 
it's so wrong, 
it's so wrong....
And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes, 
I lost control your face is pale, 
your body's cold
And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes, 
I lost control your face is pale, 
your body's cold
(face is pale your body's cold )
Wait, like the drug, 
like the change in the pain it goes on for so long
And oh, now it hurts in the worst way, 
now that your gone, 
it's so wrong, 
it's so wrong...

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The heavens declare

The heavens declare God’s glory

As the body without the spirit is dead
So too the moon is dead 
It has no light of its own
Without the light of the sun 
She cannot shine and give light
In the darkness

So too as the sun rises
In newness each day
So too shall the moon
Rise in newness of light
Reflecting the Glory

Like a whirling dancer
The heavens swirl
And sway dressed 
In her skirt of stars 
To the lyrical rhythm
The musical beat 
Of The word of life

© Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012

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If I hold on to strings,
That tend to slip away,
Does that mean I love things,
That I know will never stay?
If I hang on to a love, 
that just holds me down,
Does that mean that my wings,
Won’t get me off the ground?
If I hold on to lies,
That I only half believe,
When I look in your eyes,
Will you look back at me?

Details | Quatrain | |


Rastafari certainly was a young man of magnificent talent indeed...
He praised God, as Abraham did, in his chant and dance with true glee,
Bob Marlyn and Peter Posh helped him become a raggae star;
some folks thought he was crazy with those long, braided hair.

Since ninenteen-seventy when hippies abounded,
and revolted against the American Government with protest...
Rastafari wrote great songs of many themes for the oppressed
and poor who were denied civil liberties in their own land.

Listen to those songs, feel the vibrant beat in the his unique music
and walking in his shoes you can sing with him and become his friend,
because Rasatfari dreamed of seeing all peoples embrace around the troubled world...
has he died in vain or left an indelible legacy for those adoring his everlasting beat?

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Death Meets Love

I got trapped in the dark 
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart 
I cant stand the pain that starts

they put a needle in me 
my heart stops beating 
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling

everything seems cluttered 
I stand here in a daze 
but your face starts to fade

I start to loose my feeling 
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working 
little flakes peel off my heart

my heart turns gray 
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go 

somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love

Details | Tanka | |

Farewell to Whitney

Farewell to Whitney. An angelic voice is still. We will remember you graced us with your music. We have lost a great treasure. Whitney Houston (1963-2012) From a news story found on AOL

Details | Rhyme | |

Praise God

If it's not one thing then it's another.
I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother.
My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy.
I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees.
I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin.
Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin?
Prayer is so simple even a child can start.
It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart.
It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you.
You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true.
Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe?
Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve?
He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try.
The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie.
Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord!
I can never lose a battle using you as a sword!
Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone.
Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on.
Praise God!

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Kurt Donald Cobain My Idol

Some of you may know my idol, some of you may not.
His name is Kurt Cobain, and I hate it when people critisize him,
and judge him, or anything, don't talk about him badly.
Some say that he killed himself which is not true.
His wife Courtney Love did it.
She was going to hire this man to do it for 50,000 dollars,
but he didn't think she was serious.
She said "Blow his ****ing head off, and make it look like a suicide."
This man went to go take a lie test, and he passed which means Courtney really said this.
Courtney also lied to the P.I. of Kurt Cobains death case, and it was proven that someone who takes a triple leathal dose could not roll down his sleeve put away the needle and pick the gun up, pull the trigger and shoot it. Someone was also in the house with Kurt when he did this, and they gave him too much, and he tried to stop him, but it was too late, Courtney shot him in the head. I have the video to prove it, please watch the whole thing.
Here's the link:

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Son Of A Gun

I was born half human half demon
Killer of love
I was born with a gun in my hand
The Son of a gun
Satan Worshiper
A Natural Born Killer

I walk down the hallway
Hiding my gun in my trench coat
Wearing my hat backwards
My combat boots
And my army pants
Sunglasses hiding my face

I wait for you in the Library
As i approach you
You run and hide
Under a table
Me taking my gun out of my trench coat
Holding it towards your face
You cry
Your freaking out

Your last tear hits the floor
I pull the trigger
You were the guy
That made fun of me
Calling me a freak
Tripping me in the hallway

Remember throwing bloody tampons
In my face?
Calling me gay?
Telling everyone about my personal pains?
Ive got you now
You cant hurt me anymore
But i can still hurt you

Dedicated to ~4-20-99~ "Columbine Massacre"
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold

"We can stop bullying, if we honestly tried"

"You could have prevented this school shooting, if you would have just listened to the kids who did it"

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A Half Life or Radiocarbon Dating

When the carbon -14 is gone from your bones,
And nothing remains but a hull,
I’ll still hold your taste in my dry, empty jaw,
Having etched AHM in my skull
As the sun will not shine
And my heart will decay
No more will an N
Feel the sweet cosmic rays
Until all I can do is play along, quiet
As all that I say will be wrong, or defiant
Every chemical taken,
In hopes they might calm me,
Become but an agent,
To embalm and prolong the - wait
I can't wait for the times when I'll see you again,
Though, each time I'll be secretly flooded with pain
A Gala, Penelope, Laurie, a muse
And all of this, a cold fuse

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Fall in love again (first poem)

Bloody Fingers,
Pointing victims
Burning evidence…
Jury duty’s
Painted fury
I want my innocence,
Stinks of flesh
And rotting pleasure
Decomposing itself…
Blame yourself,
Then cut again
Still you need no help…

For better or for worse, I’m going to be the first to burn,
And maybe then you’ll fall in love again,
And I’ll laugh and say to myself: “you’ll never learn”

Cradle lust
In death we trust
The rope’s about to break,
Life so gray,
Life’s so away,
Until someone plugs in the lake…
The badmouth watch
The priests don’t talk,
Because God is a mess…
Just take your pill,
Remaining still,
So you don’t become obsessed…

And I can’t believe I offered you my life, and you refused to die!
And maybe then you’ll fall in love again,
And I’ll laugh as I watch you cry…

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Love this hate that

music is more than an obsession its magic
no room in my heart for another thing
Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it
feel like i gave myself away a conscript
who wont listen to his parents
a young rebel not caring
but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing
so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world
so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling
the black depths of my mind is swirling 
the passion i used to have is running low so follow me
No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force
evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords
your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane
as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche
stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon
im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping
anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping
im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming
Of a day i wake up without screaming

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Day Owl

Cuz She’s just living for the weekends.
	Uhoh ohhhhhh
And then she’s waiting for spring break,
	Which you know will come and go.
And then she’s holding out till summer,
	Always arrives slow.
But summer freezes over, and on comes the snow.

Her schedule, it’s always filled,
And her calendar, no room for will.
	She only owns .285714 sections of her life.
Listen Jack, Now She’s such a dull boy
On weekdays when insomnia’s just a ploy.
	She’d rather sleep through .714285 sections of her life.

She’s a day owl, But never sleeps the night away.
Highest regard for life, Don’t let the pressures take that away.
She’s a day owl, But never sleeps the night away.
Em, spontaneity’s just as great a virtue, so don’t wait. Just come away.

And she’s agnostic, hates the thought of it:
Preachers with opinions to hand out.
	She thinks people ought to find some things on their own. 
And please Em, if there’s no afterlife, 
Speak briefly, can you like of your only life’s love?
	Oh, you’ll look to like if looking liking move
but it moves, and it moves. 

She’s a day owl, But never sleeps the night away.
Highest regard for life, Don’t let the pressures take that away.
She’s a day owl, But never sleeps the night away.
Em, spontaneity’s just as great a virtue, so don’t wait. Just come away.

Oh you stay awake when you should be asleep
Which brings you closer to the Big Sleep.
	That’s the only deadline that you really need to meet.
She puts her life out on hold
For homework and acts a bit too old.
	"Deadlines are things she’d pass though on the way to finishing."
Thankyou Peter Gabriel

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A Wish For Jim Morrison

Puck’s bad boy, you,
Who disdained convention
Who was loved or reviled
By millions, no middle ground yours,
No attempt by those offended
To understand your
Exquisite, poetic soul
Crying out to be expressed 
And appreciated,
Buried in a miasma 
Of mundane and unsatisfying
Musical experiences
For which your contempt
Couldn’t have been more apparent,
Leading you to shun your celebrity.

Even in Paris, your final home,
Your escape from fame,
Even with Pam, your true soul half,
You found no lasting peace,
Trying to stay incognito,
Continuing to write verse in notebooks
As you had done since childhood.
There, death came early, quietly to you
Of natural causes, after years
Of ignored medical advice
And sometimes alarming symptoms.
Those of us who like to believe
We understood your muse,
Whether or not we did,
Hope, with all our hearts, you found
What you expected to find
Beyond the doors leading to eternity.

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In Your Love

Every time you kiss my lips 
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Like a never ending abyss
I am drowning, I'm drowning
Every time you whisper I miss you
I am drowning, I'm drowning
In your love,  in your love.

Life doesn't seem dangerous
When I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
Don't take it so serious
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
I don't care what they think of us
Cause I'm drowning, yeah I'm drowning
In your love, in your love

~ Leonard Napierskie

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The Last Letter

Hey Mary Anne
Hows it going in the city
I am missing you a lot
I love you, And i know you miss me
I miss your love
I miss your care

I hope your shop is running good
Did you buy yourself a car
The colour, That you said you would
Look at the stars
Im not so far

There is something you must know
But I dont have much time to show
So then I wrote this last letter
And it has some of my soul
Im dying fast, I breathe my last
Its in my brain, Its gonna blast
Happend so fast.....

Hey Mary Anne
Before you read this I'll be gone
To the distant shore of heaven
Where I'll sit and write my songs
Girl dont you cry
I'll be alright

There is not much left to say
But babe whenever you feel lonely
You just look up here and pray
You'll here me sing
A voice within

Tear this letter once you'r done
Tear it to pieces, Let it burn
Release my soul that is in you
carry on life is so much fun
Now let me go, Just let me go
I'll await you in another world
In another world...


This is the lyrics to a song which i penned a few months ago. I hope to finish the song soon.

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I Play a Requiem

I play a requiem	
The notes follow
The path of my tears
Down my stricken face
A requiem
For what I carry in my heart
Passion that has died
Leaving no hope for revival
Now to be enshrouded
In layer upon layer
Of misplaced trust
Deceitful dreams
And infertile words

I mourn, I weep
I rend my clothes
And keep
A vigil in this empty chamber
Of my heart
Guarding the dead
Beating my chest
In time with the requiem
That plays incessantly in my head
As I walk along the bier
Refusing burial rights
Hoping for a miracle of light

The requiem plays on
And I sit in a stupor
Tears soaking my gown of mourning
Unable to make sense of it all

What will I do now?
How will I go on?
Without the beat of my heart
Without my little words
Without my passion

I play a requiem
embellishing each measure
with note memories and tears
A requiem for the dead
The impetus for me
To live on....

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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My Bleeding Song

The night covers me
Its wrath clings to my arms
My lonely heart
Starts to bleed

I sang a song
With my tears flowing over
Crimson of darkness
Flows from my eyelids

How is misery revived?	
So painful, so tender
How my agonies go on?
It sang a bleeding song

How is my life revived?
So sore, so high
With my droplets of blood
Flowing over my eyes

The season ends
Tomorrow may never come
The past lost its way 
To be remembered

I cry on my blood
With my frozen eyes of nothing
The song of my bleeding heart
Tunes on….

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...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
being so true...
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
Sea to shinning Sea.

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Walking into the graveyard
Sitting on the bench
Lights a cigarette
Looks at the gun 
He has been hiding
In his jacket
Thinking to himself
He calls his girlfriend
And tells her everything
She doesnt do anything to stop him
He continues walking around in the graveyard
Remember his mom
How she wasnt there for him
How everything was his fault
She loved her students more than him
He gets upset
Daylight reaches the cemetary
He walks to his home
Walking inside
Seeing his mom
Starring at her face
He shoots her
He walks down to the school
Telling them his kids were there
He was there to check on them
They let him inside
20 little children in a classroom
He took his gun
And shot them
Then leaving the room and shooting 
7 faculty members
Everything is silent
The other classrooms are locked
He stands in the middle of the hallway
Falling to his knees
Figuring out what he just done
He comtenplates
If he should shoot himself or not
With one pull of the trigger
He kills himself
The media eats this story up
Publicly veiwing everything
Telling people
They talk about it for days
the type of attention he needed
See the problem now?
you can thank the media

20 little angels now rest with god for christmas
7 adults stand by there sides
God rewarding each of them for there good deeds
The shooter reunitues with his own demons 

I am very sorry to the families who had lost these children
My peom is very blunt
And in my own words

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Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!

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After Life

1st VERSE:
Where would you go
if you could leave this place?
What would you see 
who would you meet
If you could leave
then come back to these streets

What words would you use
to describe where you’ve been?
From where you stood
could you see the world spin

Could you watch us walk around
Our feet stuck to the ground
Could you hear the words we said
When our hearts filled with dread
Thinking you’ve moved on
To sing another song
In another universe
Leaving behind a curse

After death
After life
What we hope is Paradise
Just might be our memories
Left for everyone to see
All to know the truth
Every action has a purpose
Even if buried beneath the surface

Wishing you’d come back to me
I did what you asked
I set you free
Didn’t know you would fly
So far up in the sky

2nd VERSE:
If you came back
Claiming the spot you left
How would it feel
To take your seat
Where you belong
As you did all along

Which world would you choose
Or would you stay between
Stuck in a space
Unable to be seen

Could you see us over here
If you can is it clear
Could you feel our pain inside
When we found out you died
Thinking life would end
We lost another friend
To the opposite of life
Pain still cuts like a knife

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Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!

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A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

                                 A SISTER'S LOVE




Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell

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This poem i am writing is about people i know. they have told me all the wrong things they are doing in life. all the things they have done to be in love or even find love.
Josh~i have a second life one in real life one on the computer
Susan~i cry to my poster of james hetfield begging him to find a guy for me
Jassun~i cut myself every night because i feel unloved my family doesnt get me
Chelsea~i take pills and try to overdose because i cant feel my heart beating i just want to know that im alive.
Ron~i constantly call another woman and have phone sex when my wife isnt home
Carrie~i boss people around just so i can feel like im on top above everyone else
Brad~im gay and people dont get the fact that love is love no matter if its with a guy or woman.
Sheryl~my husband passed recently and i already found someone on Eharmony
Me~sometimes i fake who i am so people wont judge me... sometimes i feel like im not good enough so i try to be like everyone so i can feel like im apart of something. but recently i figured out that people love you no matter who you are. there are some people out there who will doubt you and who will hurt you. but thats life even love can hurt the strongest of people.

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Hide my face
the things i cant let you see any longer
Cover the scars
the things that still unravel in my soul
Sow my mouth shut
the things that should not be said
Cut my brain out of my skull
the things that i should not remember
Tie up my hands 
So i cant hurt anyone
Tie up my feet
So i cant run away from my problems
Stitch up my heart
So i can fit the pieces back together
Hide down in a hole
So that one day i can be discovered

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My pernicious thoughts

My pernicious thoughts
is loosing me,
unscrewing me,
and killing me.

My scary musings
is taking me
on a rigmarole
to nowhere, it seems

Like a vagabond
with no direction,
it keeps pulling me
to all directions.

And surely soon
it will leave me blue.
One mighty pull will it take
to fill me full again.

My pernicious thoughts
keeps loosing me,
unscrewing me,
and killing me.

And, i can't fight it.

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Land of Lost Toys

I know im not the best for you 
but promise that 
youll stay then ill be fine and 
my problems will 
fade away the sky will turn 
blue not the color of 
grey but today ill pray that the 
words you say will 
send me away to the land of 
lost toys where we 
will meet with all the lost girls 
and boys

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I Had This Feeling

I had this feeling
that nobody else could feel
and then I ask my girl
if what I was feeling was real.

She broke my heart
and then she tore it all apart.
So if my love wasn't made for you
then why'd you break it in two??

I had this feeling 
that I would die alone
and if it was ought to happen
it would happen at my home.

It would happen very slow
my heart would cry for you
then die for you
no one could ever love you
exactly how i do.

If you can feel my pain
then you should know its getting hard to explain
and my heart doesnt play no games
so im going insane.

I had this feeling.
I had this feeling
in my heart 
telling me to walk away
to a better a day.

I had this feeling 
that love would come my way
but it wouldn't be today.

I gave her my heart and she forced it away
on Valentines Day

I only had this feeling
because she left me with a pain
in my heart.

Im just sorry it had to be that way
over the past 60 days.

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My Musical Medley

Your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more, So much more.
I lay dying,
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal.
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me,
And I pull will the trigger.

Evanescence-My Immortal
Flyleaf-All Around Me

Brittany Gentry

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Aaliyah Dana

22 doves released, each for the years of your life, which ended so soon 
You were needed by someone else more greater than ourselves 
Through the golden gates so far away you await until our last day and it is then our time to fly away 
No words can explain how much we continue to miss the flow of your dark hair, the curves of your red lips, your calm, deep, innocent stare, and your slick moves when you dance 
If only we had one more chance, why did it have to end, end so soon we only hope to see your beautiful face again

                                                                                                        For Aaliyah, 
                                                                                                (entertainer) 1979-2001

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My Pupils

Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber
But my eyes are an exception…everything’s a blur
They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure 
But I still wonder… my pupils still wander

My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot 
Their cup is half full…rather than half empty
My pupils see what others cannot  
Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty 

My pupils project feelings…
They comprehend – they spiral up and down
They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings 
My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown

Optimism isn’t in the picture…bestowing infection
Upon my crestfallen heart 
I’m a broken compass – I’m losing my direction  
My animated heart tears apart 

Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume
My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee 
Because they’re focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume
On with our soothing music 

Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity 
But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement  
They spot what others are too oblivious to see… 
Nonetheless, I still ponder…
Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? 

Do I witness the fears and woes?

My pupils reject the precious scenery 
They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency 
My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity
My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly…

My pupils…
Oh dear pupils…
Will you ever pay the bills?
Will you ever use your skills?

My heart bleeds in the river mills
My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills 
My pupils spew out remorse 
My pupils are like open doors…

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Shadows shift to accomodate
Fire burning in my eyes
Fallen angels anoint  my feet
As I cross the gates of Dante's Dream

The holocaust licks my body
Crimson tears bead down my neck
Swollen lips part to sing
The accompanyment to misery

An upturned snear at the scorching heavens
Savage Power stretch my veins
Side by side, my familiar Sin
The world is ripe to be ravaged

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A time when you could eat the sun

The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed

"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!

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I'm the Knife

I said, “Take my hand, girl, let’s go for a ride.
You gotta choose soon, you gotta pick a side.
Pick me, the good, or pick them, the bad."
She said, "Babe, I pick you." That made me pretty glad
We left Chicago, we chose route 66
Headed to Santa Fe to get our fix
Took a hit before we left, one hit for the road
Then we stopped in St. Louis to lighten the load

Takin' this ride was the worst decision
Cut your family in two, like an incision
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
Your family won't be happy with your life

Drained a bottle of Bourbon before we started our day
"Drivin' crazy is the best." We always say
The highway was our freedom, our only way out
Never thought this road would end, we didn't have a doubt
Stopped in Oklahoma City, where the fields are endless
We only had each other, it seemed we were friendless
Drained another bottle when we checked in for the night
Got crazy, made some love, and had a fight

Takin' this ride was the worst decision
Cut your family in two, like an incision
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
Your family won't be happy with your life
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
I don't know why you put me through this strife

Hit the road in the mornin', too early it felt
Checked on my arm and saw I had a welt
Well, my baby hits hard when the whiskey runs wild
Only time I love her is when her temper is mild
Stopped at Amarillo, ‘cause our car overheated
My baby said to me, “I don’t like the way I’m treated!
When you tell me you love me you're never serious!"
I said, "Baby, I love you, you're just delirious."

Takin’ this ride was the worst decision
Cut your family in two, like an incision
The knife was me, babe, I’m the knife
Your family won’t be happy with your life
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
When we get to Santa Fe you'll be my wife

Saw a sign, "Welcome to Santa Fe!",  filled us with joy 
Took a look at my girl, she sighed and played it coy
Took my eyes off the road just for a second
Then that light came, well it did beckon
Smashed my foot on the brakes, plowed into a truck
"Well," I said to my baby, "That's just our luck.
But don't worry we made it to Santa Fe!"
Too bad my baby's soul had flown away

Takin’ this ride was the worst decision
Cut your life short like an incision
The knife was me, babe, I’m the knife
Your family won’t be happy what I did to your life
The knife was me, babe, I'm the knife
I regret it all, what I did to your life

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Elvis and Pavarotti,
   two attractive singers 
from different countries;
   and both sang divinely!
Elvis was " rock and roll "
   from Memphis,Tennessee;
and Pavarotti a tenor 
   from Modena, Italy!

Both made their mark in music
   singing harmony with gusto;
and at times, Elvis seemed eccentric...
  while Pavarotti a flamboyant maestro!

Legends are made of one's fancy,
   but these two were real;
delighting crowds with their charisma,
   and their lovely wives:
 Nicoletta and Priscilla  
    were there to cherish that thrill,
  to be a big part of their lives...
     even through joy and agony!

 Elvis and Pavarotti...
     names destined for immortality,
 and many  generations
    will be fascinated by their powerful voices;
 and like us, who heard them sing,
    they'll carry on their everlasting lagacy!          


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Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way

Details | Rhyme | |


How joyous is to see
the reflection of oneself
in calm waters that slowly flow,
but like anything that was and will be
must be swallowed by death;
and unpleasant as it is, every living soul will know sorrow!

Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image...
it must survive until this body dies in silent whisper,
to allow no person loved or unloved grieve in fear...
as this spirit flees to the highest sky, it is purified by the strongest sage!
And shouldn't my departure be glorious? It ought to be announced by conscience,
by that merit which many deserve when there shouldn't be silence!  

How powerful is to understand
a mystery that the mighty ones have defiled
with modified words to make followers tremble,
and fill their minds with untruths until they are tried
and found guilty of conspiracy even with a clean hand...
will they face the fury of the Creator for the unrest in His temple? 

Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image,
to trouble the delightful moments of this perfect noon...
when the quite sparrows pity me more than themselves losing all courage;
and do I console them by singing like a loud croon?
Tomorrow perched on the lowest maple tree, they'll remember their friend...
someone who was too afraid of seeing his image being stolen by the unkind wind!

Details | Lyric | |

My Darkest Place

Covered with ashes
No way to see through the smoke and fog
The ground is hard and the grass is blackened
There are no buildings
No air among us
No blue skies to heal the pain
No light to see your path
The flowers scattered like clouds
There is no living thing around
You you have defend for yourself
The only time you can visit is in your sleep
The land is cold
The river is filled with blood
The sea is filled with tears
The area is surronded by broken trees and flames
To much of your liking you find a cabin
The cabin is filled with skulls and bones
You step in cracking the bones as you take a step
The door closes as you find yourself in a different place
The room takes you to a hot place
Filled with scary things as you only see in your dreams
Only this is no longer a dream this is reality
This has become your life

Details | Lyric | |

I Will Die

I am falling off a mountain, Embracing the pain, I imagine I am with you, But then the memories came. All those times, You lift me up, Only to push me back down. All those things I did for you, All the pain that you caused, You were the one made me smile and frown. But I will die, In the thought of your arms, In the thought of your lips against mine, The more you told me that ain't gonna happen. I will die, To the beat of your heart, Your shining smile. Now I'm dead. Some say, Time will heal all wounds, And that love will come very soon. Those people can't face reality, I only just want to keep my sanity, Sanity. But I will die, In the thought of your arms, In the thought of your lips against mine, The more you told me that ain't gonna happen. I will die, To the beat of your heart, Your shining smile. Now I'm dead. Dreaming goes to nightmares, Love goes to darkness, The light shines bright, Down the tunnel, I see the gleaming light, But right now I just wanna die. But I will die, In the thought of your arms, In the thought of your lips against mine, The more you told me that ain't gonna happen. I will die, To the beat of your heart, Your shining smile. Now I'm dead. I just want you to know, That I'm so sorry. And I will die.

Details | Lyric | |

Waking Up In a Dream

Caged out inside herself The dark light will never shine Why do you care to think negative If you'd care to think at all? Can you believe I wanted to be you? The dream faded long ago Once I realized it was me whom was right; prudence redeemed Your thoughts were wrong Why would you ever try someone that is less than you Someone that could never contend Directly to the end? My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream Is it justified To harm others Only to break your insecurities To fill your prejudice I wish I could know Why you do this The words freeze when the come to me To burn another was they set into you Relapsed again I was left bleeding Cause I'm not good enough if I can be me You were the dream; I was the nightmare Serendipity came for me And I woke up in a dream My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream Say oh, I must say, to you, Mon plus Cher ami Yes to you I'm sorry I had an opinion I'm sorry I felt for one who can't feel I'm sorry I wasn't you I'm sorry I can only be me I'm sorry your dread words will never again be heard by me My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream My ashes turn dark Suffering from the sins of others No melody can save me I'm crossing the borderline Waking up in a dream

Details | Rhyme | |


It may seem crazy to be normal, go along with the flow and show no rage...
that all I seek is that moment of fame,
and though I don't criticize others, I am the only actor on this bright stage
with no one to please but my dame!

All I seek is that moment of fame to revenge friends of old might,
or should I say remorseless rivals instead?
Pull up those closed dark curtain and let in some warm sunlight...
is someone too hesitant and very afraid?

By wearing the finest Renaissance's costume tailored for an unfit lord,
I would resemble an insane Hamlet ready to engage in cold murder; 
God halt this hand from committing that crime with a sharp sword:
dungeon should my confinement upon an expeditious order!

All I seek is that moment of fame, something not hard to be earned;
see me act and applaud me for my great talent...
and if that delights you, remember the role I played
as a king whose rampant madness was his contemplated intent!

Details | Rhyme | |

You Went Away

Another summer here alone
why you left me so cold chilled to the bone
it sinks in when i see you in stone

I walk around in a daze
forgetting the look on your face
nothing fills my heart but empty space
i showed you my darkest place

They tell me that i will be okay
but not today
I cry from the last words i heard you say

Living alone in this place
i think of you so i can escape
A place where i used to see you
Happy and breathing

but not anymore...

A place where you died in pain
It was a shame 
that you couldnt be saved

This day i will remember
because its the day that you went away

Details | Personification | |

The Pianist

They were invincible
whenever they’re onstage:
piano on the lead
with violin
as his accompaniment.

They toured the cities,
the parks as well;
soft harmonies they played
that all, including men
went envying them—

violin had felt betrayal
from her own bow.
It snapped her strings;
made it sever—
leaving piano out of tune.

Despite his downfall,
piano persisted performing
on stage, but alone—
playing his wife’s
funeral song.

Details | Free verse | |

The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss

Details | I do not know? | |

There Has Been

There has been to many times that i cried
late at night because of lies
but now its time for me to spread my wings and fly.

Fly away to another day so I can live
then close my eyes so i can pray and relieve my sins.
Every child that is born will witness this
this horrible place in which we live no one will ever miss.

There has been to many times in which people died
with every breath there is another death.
We cry for God when there is nothing left
so when you cry dont cry out blood 
when your thinking of your dying love

There has been
There has been a start end.
So which one are you??
So everything i have said really is the truth.

Details | I do not know? | |

Musical Notes That Soothe The Soul

You come home with a grim expression
Ignoring the screaming and fighting
Another trashed night of insults and threats from your parents
Blams flying left and right but the only thing you can think about is getting to your santuary
Placing the headphones on, blocking the noises of broken glass and collapsing bodies
You hit play quickly and soon your day has suddenly become more bareable
You relax finally and lay yourself down on your floor
Holding yourself in the fetal position, hugging your knees tightly
You close your eyelids and take a deep breath
No more fighting
No more sadness
Only happiness and joy fill your mind
The beats and different tones coarse through your ears not screams and insults
You tap your index fingure on your knee to the beat of the music
Humming and singing to the lyrics
You begin to imagine your own little world where you can escape to
You smile widely as you see your parents looking at you and grinning back
They invite you into their arms for a warm embrace
You take it all in, making sure not to miss a single moment
You cry tears of happiness and bliss
You look up to them and you say: "I Love you"
But when your world suddenly began to fade away 
and reality came into view
You brace yourself for the blow to your stomach
Crashing to the ground, you hold youself and cover your face
Your mother shouting and pleading your father to stop
Your hair being pulled, slamming you against the wall
Grabbing your arms tightly he squeezes as hard as he could, hearing the crunch
Your blood curdling scream doesn't phase him a bit
Your mother tries to help you but he slams her into the corner of the wall
You slump to your floor again, laying there as you have a clear view of what is happening
Suddenly a knife comes raining down, you hold out your arm
Your mother now is suffering pain so severe 
He comes up to you and roughly kicks your face
He leaves as you hear tires screaching and slowly the sound fades away
Now the only thing you hear is your so called 'little world' behind you
As your vision suddenly turns black

Details | Ballad | |

The Ethereal Mistress

She comes to me in the night so black. She takes my hand, but then She turns back. And I call to You, Crying out into the night. As I'll follow You When You lead me away from the light. Like I always do, But in sudden fear, I fall. For I never knew Why Her kiss consumes us all. This nightly proceeding Of weeping and bleeding Only makes Her face clearer to my mind A figure so pure, and skin so pale, But Her beauty hidden by an ashen veil. Her eyes bewitch, and Her body, it sways. Though my love is fleeting, And, so, a maiden She stays.

Details | Free verse | |











I WAS MADE TO LOVE YOU...........  

Details | Couplet | |

JANIS- Keep jamming in Heaven and raise the roof

I'm watching Janis Joplin on DVD tonight.
Man,  but she could sing the blues, even higher than a kite.

Her eyes look weak and heavy, but her voice is loud and strong.
No secret she was hooked on H, but still could wail a song!

She only wanted peace, and that to her was in the bar.
Singing out her message, but instead became a star.

A free spirit with a genius mind she used to ease the pain.
A talent with a heart too big to carry - caused a strain.

She was wise beyond her years, yet they focused on her past.
A memory she longed to shed, to prove them wrong at last.

Shunned again by her home town, was very hard to take.
Still, she was determined to stay true and not be fake.

The line that most defined her, how ironic, did betray.
"If it feels good do it."  Turned against her on that day.

No chemist checked the potency; Her dealer said beware.
Feeling good took cautions place, the needle her last prayer.

My personal tribute to Janis Joplin. To thine own self be true.

Details | Ottava rima | |


Born in that historical and eventful year
when changes were sweeping this country,
peace songs were heard in the scary, tumultuous air...
not realizing the dear cost for the quest of liberty
when soldiers would have gone to a foreign land so far,
to defend what others thought was sheer folly!
And their blood was shed in jungles and on dusty roads,
never feeling selfish pride by carrying the heaviest loads.

And from those sad and tragic memories,
my lyrics were written and sung to myself
with the hope of revealing them with teary eyes...
remembering what took for them to face pain without relief
and whenever letters were delayed in the mail mothers
began to fear the worst, if not a horrible death...
many went to churches and synagogues to ask God for mercy,
and yes He heard their pleas, but war had no clemency.

Many of those soldiers were given Purple Hearts
for their remarkable courage to have confronted danger without surrendering to the enemy,
others were forgotten in wheelchairs without legs and arms,
and they wept with no one offering comfort, warmth and sympathy...
but on those heart so proud of their Motherland they wore American flags,
unable to forget their commitment when they were asked to fight for their beloved country.
O brave soldiers, if no medals or honors were given you...let me reward you for your fright:
by erasing all the atrocity of bloody scenes that still are troubling your longest, coldest night. 

Details | Epic | |

About Kameron by Taylor

I stood in the room staring at that hard wooden floor.

Thought of him and then closed the door.
I looked back up and everything was black.
Suddenly I knew the pain was back.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Black and gray rags were scattered everywhere,
And all I could do was stare.

But he loved me .
I knew that much.

I sat on his bed and noticed that the tears started to shed.
Then I saw a very dark closet.
I heard our song and wanted to pause it.
I felt my heart slowing with the rhythm.

But he loved me.
I knew that much.

Light began to shine through the enormous window.
I looked over,
And there...was a shadow.
The giant black drapes turned blue.
I thought to myself:"This can't be true."

Because I knew he loved me.

The roses came back to life.
And the bed turned white.
The rags turned into his clothing.

The music slowed and I didn't know what I was being shown.
But I loved him.
A light came from the closet.

A light that was brighter than any of the stars in the sky.
I saw a figure,and again,I started to cry.
I saw his face,saw his smile,
And knew that this was our special place.
And he said I love you.

Those three words meant the world to me and him .
And I said,
...I love you a whole lot more.

Details | Lyric | |

The End

The end creeps closer 
The day grows near
Darkness cloaks the daylight
I think it’s finally here

Strangers passing by
Unaware of what is real
And when life is over 
How will it feel?

In our waning hours
Passion wants to moan
Release your inhibition
Let your spirit roam

Shadows on the ceiling
Dance to the tune
No one there to see them
In the empty room

Creatures of the evening
No longer appear
The moonlight doesn’t linger
Sounds are quite unclear

The army of darkness
Slowly marches near
Don’t try to fight it
They feed from your fear

Trade all you own
Just to have a good time
It was worth it 
You were in your prime

You know it’s over
When you hear the wind cry
Meet the inner demon
He winks his eye

Details | Lyric | |


My rage builds up inside
This is the face that cried
The body that died

The world that has no more space
This is the hand that bruised your face
The blood I taste

The depression deep inside my soul
These are the hands that are so cold
The hate that can't unfold

The life placed upon Thee'
These are the eyes that cannot see
The things that should not be

The shame that was placed
This is the mistake that cannot be erased
The time we have left to chase

The words that were spoken too clear
These are the ears that cannot hear
The friend who is no longer near

Shayla Dendinger

Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?

Details | I do not know? | |


Another day goes by
Depression sets in 
No one knows or even cares
I sit alone at a table 
Where my friends used to be
They were the cause of my problem
Nothing was a solution
When I get away
Ill start over
A brand new me

Im to ugly to see
My skin is to pale for it to tan
My eyes are a yucky blue
Like the sky when it rains
My hair is a yellow brown
Alittle shorter than what used to be

As I go through another day 
Depression sets in again
My friend has new friends
I’m no longer one
I’m alone 
The room shifts to a dark corner
Clasterphobic as I am 
I close my eyes and count to seven
What my mom taught me when she locked me in the closet back then
Count to seven and it will be gone
You’d think id learn by now 
It does not work

I am scared
A fear that something is there to get me
The walls get closer
The floor caves in
I fall into the basement
Another dark room
A fear of moving
A scream from my mouth goes silent
I wake up still in the small room 
I walk out

After a while depression sets in
The smell of blood lingers
Im bleeding out of my nose
All over the floor
I mop it up
I finally sit and listen to the music that made me
The music that everyone said was like a god
I think
My mind travels far away 
Then I go
I leave and ill never come back to this 
Messed up earth

Details | Lyric | |

Louder Than Thunder

All stars could be brighter
All hearts could be warmer
If i could find a place in your heart

youve written a sad song 
the one i found 
you were laying on the floor 
holding it close to your heart

I dont think i deserved this
My heart turned into ice
Melted at the sight of your pictures

I held your hand 
while you were sleeping in your casket
I kissed your cheek
While people passed your viewing

Youve written a sad song
the one i found
you were laying on the floor
Holding it close to your heart

What would it take for things to be quiet?
passing the sound of your voice
While laying on the bed we once slept in 
Holding eachother for warmth

youve written the saddest song
No one can recover
Our last memory of you
Laying helpless on the floor

I could have done better
Finding my way into your heart

Details | Narrative | |


If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

      Was  He


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks

Details | Carpe Diem | |

The Dancer


The shattered glass, in a million pieces.
The blood spilled on the floor.
She never lived, she never was.
All the pain, all the disdain...
she never was one for tolerance.
Alone she dances.
Those shattered pieces mean her no harm, it was not her fault...
She's just dancing.
Don't think
It hurts.
You'll never know the hurt of complete isolation.
She doesn't even know,
she just keeps dancing.
In her mind she lives,
she loves
she knows 
she is.
For her, the music never stops, she just keeps dancing...
The pain never reaches her, not when she's dancing. 
She knows no loneliness, she knows not what it is to cry, to hate, to fear.
She just dances.
But no, not even she can escape reality.
The music stops.
She falls.
The shattered glass pierces her,
Hate, Loneliness, Darkness, Pain, Fear, Anger, Jealousy, Self-Loathing...

She Feels.

Details | Lyric | |


i dont know much about him 
but i heard he wasnt talkative 
he didnt like being alive 
he was numb to all the stuff he had seen
i heard he didnt like anything green 
he ate roman noodles everynight for supper 
he always wore skinny jeans and black clothes 
sometimes i seen him were tuxes and nice shoes 
but lately he has been wearing band shirts
he wears converse shoes and uses and army bag for school
he always walks in the woods and never around town 
i head hes very private 
i know that he doesnt communicate throught talking only through his peoms or by lyrics from a song
i see him drawing or painting 
when he tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave him alone
when he goes home he goes upstairs and smokes cutting himself till the blood drains from his skin
His family left him behind because he cant forget his past
sometimes he comtemplates the meaning behind his life 
his favorite color is gray because his like is in black and white
hes not so innocent 
he is someone fake 
he knows of no god 
his life was smashed into pieces by the giant sun 
he knows of a darkest place where i usually see him lay 
he crawls around in his own skin because he is disturbed

Details | Lyric | |

Eternal Devourer

I will peal the flesh from your face
Chew upon the muscle beneath skin
Your final resting place

Blood rite
Endless night
This ritual is mine
Eating flesh so divine

Surviving off flesh
The butchery continues
Maniacal lust
for the flesh of man
Meat so tender
and meat so tough
I ingest it all

Eternal devourer
of things still writhing
Human flesh furthering my life
I will live forever

I consume all meat
Muscle and skin
Organs, brains
The most tasteful parts
Sustanence through cannibalism
Flesh is the provider
I will live forever

Details | I do not know? | |

Halloween Night

Halloween Night 8/25/12

Night is coming fast,
I really want this night to last,

Ghost, ghouls, muppets, angels,
Little witches practicing their spells,

Graveyards appear off roads,
Cobwebs string along lumpy toads,
Halloween, Halloween,

Fog comes from no where,
Frankenstein and Dracula want your blood,
What, are you scared?
It's Halloween, the dead emerge, runnnnnnnn

Amy Winehouse and Jack Daniels come hand in hand,
The show with Ray Charles with Zombie Winehouse in high demand,
Audience drinks mugs of tropical blood,
Werewolf from Paris flies in to make life undone,
Dario Argento takes notes for cool effects,
He sits away from the demons, of all, he knows them best.

For those stuck at home,
Pass out candy to a few drones,
Tinkerbell blesses you with glitter,
Mary Poppins has to mark this moment on twitter,
Jason would rather just cut your throat,
So be nice, give him the basket, try not to choke,
The Crazy 88s are Halloween neighborhood watch,
Looks like Andre the Giant just kicked one in the crotch,

It's midnight now, the carriage now a pumpkin,
Prince is mad, no kiss tonight, skins a lump again,
Concert was a success,
Candy is gone, no more stress,
Scared to sleep now, the best comes during rest....

Details | Rhyme | |

The After Effects

Inspired by the song “Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon

"You know that I could use somebody...
 You know that I could use somebody... Someone like you..."
The worst days are the ones that we let go by
That we failed to live 
The days that we should've spoken up and said something but we never did
Yet when it's all falling down now it’s important
But when I'm gone and you've gotten rid of me, there is no way to abort it.
They say that life is priceless, so just how can we afford it?
These are my recurring thoughts. The ones that ought to be naught, but they are.
The ones that slow time down and allow my mind to explore, to go far.
I won't lie and say these thoughts don't exist. 
The truth is that I'm waiting on you to free me. 
The remnants of your excellence will suffice enough to do just this.
These are the thoughts that creep up on me.
Catch me when I'm awake but consciously sleeping. I'm just elsewhere.
Trying to find the place where I belong
As I look to my left
Then to my right
I see no place neither here nor there.
Back history is suspending us. 
Not propelling but maintaining, but the undying stress of it all is conflicting and straining. 
Every time the thought occurs it gets harder to leave. 
Yet if this is the highest point, the pinnacle of sorts, of this irregular discourse, then what is there left for us to achieve?
These are the days when I know I need some help, but you won't be there
This problem has no solution, but I won't even remember; when this chair falls and I hang by this belt we will have found our conclusion.
"You know that I could use somebody...
 You know that I could use somebody... Someone like you..."

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Mozart's Final Hours

That he was dying and working on a requiem only increased
			 his foreboding – even a genius
is riddled with on-the-dark-side pedestrian fears
		 and emotions that make the flesh tremble suspiciously 

without rational cause. He had convinced himself he had
			been poisoned (acqua toffana, he insisted); 
that he was writing his own requiem, and must 
		complete it quickly, for Death would not wait

for a finished score. With effort he would sing the parts 
			of the unfinished mass, while Süssmayr 
hurriedly transcribed the notes, his wife Constanza watching
		 nervously by the bed, poised like a servant ready

to respond to his every physical need. For days now she had
 			been emptying bed pans of foul-smelling
fecal waste and washing his body of brown stomach effluvia.
		 As the days shortened to his final hour, she watched

his small body swelling day by day like a mushroom after
			 a night of heavy rain. The stench 
enveloped his body like a foul garment and gave evidence
		 of internal disintegration and decay.

Here in his deathbed lay the little man she had shared
			her life and body with for eight years;
and, after countless miscarriages, had given birth to two
 		boys; had laughed at his ribald talk and jokes;

had sometimes waited weeks for his coming home from trips
			and tours; had tortured herself about his
faithfulness; had done her best to gain his father’s friendship;
		had danced the nights away with him;

had sat down to dinner with the famous and the privileged;
			and put up with his antics and buffoonery,
often to her embarrassment. Here lay her darling “Wolfie,”
		the one-time Wunderkind, the child prodigy, 

who made all of Europe’s Who’s-Who take note; who
			by sheer genius, drove home the point 
musically that being high-born conferred only limited
	 	advantages, rank and title, petty privileges and nothing

of any real accomplishment; that genius was not the exclusive
 			property of aristocratic breeding.
He, of course, could not account for his own, if he ever did
		at all, and neither Leopold his father who 

acknowledged it a miracle but, opportunist that he was, 
			saw in the boy a quick means for easy money, 
and paraded him throughout Europe’s capitals and salons
		as if the boy were a rare exotic catch. 

Now, without warning, a jet of brown stomach fluid shot out
			of his mouth; he turned his head toward 
the wall, his eyes rolling back, his chest collapsing with
		a final pianissimo: a thirty-five year miracle

had come to an end, an unexpected coda plucked like
			a sweet morsel into the mouth 
of eternity – the sweetest morsel Death’s insatiable appetite 
		would ever taste.

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Luciferia II-- The Damned

Run away Run Away No matter how Far You will never escape my dark hands of faith Wicked and Damned you are my Sin Darling Don't you Tremble when I embrace you The cold and Dark may fill every marrow But at least there were here For You Tell Me how they So Loved You Tell Me All of your fears When the world is done and all their trust will render Undone I will always be with you And Now We cease to Exist Luciferia I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be Draining into the Night Shivering With the Smallest of Frights I am the Ghost In Your Dreams I watch You Through the Window Yes that is your name Written In Blood Are You Scared? Are You Suffering? The Dark fate is what was Meant to Be This is what happens when you Brake Us with Words Destroy us with sights Twists are minds Set our will On Fire I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be I can see your Misery Just follow me and believe Me We are The Damned Outcasts of this Natural World We are The Damned Hold on I'll show you what you're waiting for We Are The Damned Join Our Dark Reality When you know the choice the Wind Will come right through And you will See what you're really meant to Be

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Remembering to Forget

Woke up this morning 
Then I closed my eyes again 
I remembered you were gone 

I remembered that picture on the night stand was face down
I remembered how I missed you
I forgot how to forget
And before I woke up it was working so well
My uncurious unconscious dictated my feelings 
Filing my head with music and happiness up to the ceiling

Where the only thing that mattered was jumping sheep 
with pink polka dots 
wearing green hats 

Woke up this morning feeling loss
I remembered your favorite song 
I remembered how you smiled when I sang it
I forgot how to forget 

The most important thing 
The one thing I needed to remember I let slip
Sliding out of bed 
I slowly started to push you back 
 into the depths of my mind
Starting my day, I’ve pushed you out of the way

Here in the waking world I remember how to forget 
A smile crosses my lips    

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Light spoke nothing so tenderly true
For many paths I depart to go
If, by moon’s delight, the one beyond our eyes,
Can be a miracle for a pleasant peace,
Which in despairs I dream nothing more
Even from the previous world where I grow alive.

If I compare again what it should
A piece of art, a prose soaring bound
As the first step I should take like scampering universal to fall;
From it unless a chapter I would be able to see 
The sublime solitude from broken dreams
Or over the spectra paths I drive myself within? 

Since I have known you, Siren, my lovely sea of fire,
And before God was a man, those pleasant sparkles,
And again I would be able to see myself walking over again
Throughout the blushing valley of life a new player from you as a giver?

Alas! What should it behold so luxury and beats my heart
In front of this summertime thought
As the most awkward moment quickly fall where
Heaven and God and you, lovely Siren left me to go
As if I were just a reflection of an annihilated being.

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Same Boat

I woke up this morning and I took my breath,
prayed to Allah that I took that step.
Making it's hard but I cooked what's left
and saved the rest for the family
can of peas
that I took off the shelf,
you understanding me.
I have dreams so everyday I stand and freelance styles
it's been the same process sense I was a child now,
I write a song every other day the other days
I discover ways to put a buck in the bank hussling.
We all struggling, financially I hate
to see my mom stumbling loosing her job again.
Forget sobbing when the times get tough,
put in overtime at my job
dimes stack up, it's not enough....listen.
Bills rack up out my checks they take half
I spend the rest on food and music you do the math.
Everyday is like another step taken,
we're in the same boat all trying to make it.

I know it's people that think it's fine where I'm at,
but they haven't seen through the eyes of Iraq.
Suicide bombers take lives they die fast,
even little kids hold knives that slice back
at US militants, orders from Bin Laden
land hold killers even innocents get blasted.
Car bombs go off,
youngen buying bread for mother
gets his leg blown off for him it's so hard.
That life I want no part so Allah
I fight through life writting like I've been
struck by the venom of white vipers.
Might not see the next day the best way
to write until I'm dead face
down shot up from tech spray.
I live and die for the music
it's all love don't try to confuse it.
Until then don't judge my soul, I know
you know the feeling let's roll we in the same boat.

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A Fading Reminder

Waking up with my face on the floor
I get up and step on something
My bass makes a buzzing sound
The low pitch of the strings 
An eery feeling Screaming through my head

I realize this isnt my room
Its covered in a blue haze
Everything is dark, scary
I scream but i cant hear myself

I remember the night before
when everyone was sitting around the table
laughing, cheering, happy

I turn the knob and open the door
I step out into cold sand
The sky is gray 

Walking into a world i havent seen before
Dead animals hanging on trees
There are no cars 
No one is around
I turn back and look at my door

Just a room in the middle of nowhere
Standing alone 
Ive had the feeling before

A light appears 
i walk towards it
i walk throught the lights

it takes me to the past
when everything was okay
where no one judged you 
where you werent alone
when everything had meaning

... When i existed
just a fading reminder of who i used to be.

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Silent Birds

Silent birds on the tree
waiting for the minstrel -  
who will sing thru the morning
and unclose the gates of hell.
Then the birds will forever flee
to ask succor to their king. 

Silent birds on the tree
are shuddering with dread - 
the forlorn hosts ready for war
to scorn the living and raise the dead. 
Then the birds will forever flee
to a country where joy is afar.  

Silent birds on the tree
will be silent for all infinity -  
their voice have been stolen
so they could not escape from duty.
Then the birds will forever flee
before they adhere with the fallen. 

Silent birds on the tree
previously called nightingale - 
are now a numberless legion 
and declaim just an fancy tale.
Then the birds will forever flee
steadfast thru the oblivion.

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Morbid Irony

While I lay here
Staring my fate
Square into obscurity
Left with nothing but promises
Of forgotten grandeur

Leaving behind epic depths
Of visions
Confusions, beyond credibility

A string of events one could not forsee
Refusal to uphold unrealistic
And idealistic states of abstraction

Thus bringing us lucid and coherent
Understandings of the truth
Perhaps revealing consummate contentment
No more resentments
Of past discontentment
These vast extents of torments
Preventing  one from ascending
Into unending bliss
Where the unmerciful bind you

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Crush and Crushed

In the beginining,
There was a girl.
She was on a rollar coaster.
She saw her crush.
He ignored her.
He thought she was annoying.
He thought she was petiful.
Little did he know,
She would die that day.
Here's her story.


Little, little girl,
No cares in the world.
Bruises on her face,
Crazy on her trace.

Little, little girl,
Little, little crush.
Little, little love,
Little, little to much.

Only on a rollar coaster,
Would she believe,
She was air.
Carelessness filled her head,
Little, little so much dread.
The boy she liked,
Walking around with so much might,
Little, little did he know that she would die.

Little, big circle coming up,
She was on bottom the cart on top.
Watching the cart fallin',
He didn't know she was calling,
His name.

Heaven reached to her,
But she kept herself on earth,
Until she could see him again.

Only on a rollar coaster,
Would she believe,
She was air.
Carelessness filled her head,
Little, little so much dread.
The boy she liked,
Walking around with so much might,
Little, little did he know that she would die.

Tell him, tell him how you feel,
Little did you know it would feel so real.
Now that she was dead he started thinkin',
Was she crazy or was she worth loving?

Only on a rollar coaster,
Would she believe,
She was air.
Carelessness filled her head,
Little, little so much dread.
The boy she liked,
Walking around with so much might,
Little, little did he know that she would die.

Now she's going to heaven,
So many things she hasn't done.
She sees the door and,
Remembers her amore.


Later that night,
After he saw her die,
He commited suicide.
His parents found a note from him.
"I saw her die,
 I love her,
 I am going to be with her.
 I'm sorry"
He didn't go to heaven,
Neither did she,
They are both stuck in limbo,
At least they have each other.

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The Following of the Pipes

On this cold winter night
A horror unfurls
As they leave their trenches
Under the Bagpipes skirl

It's Christmas Eve
In World War One
Over the top they leave
The killing has begun

Knee deep in mud
Barbed wire and bodies
The piper laments
Their bravery embodied

To march into battle
With their weapon of pipes
Whilst bullets and bombs
Leave the theatre in strife

Onward they march
Turning men into hero's
The battle of the Somme
Last centuries ground zero
What makes such a man
To enter a war
His weapon of music
That they follow him for

Amongst the men that fall
Others pick up their guns
When the piper falls
Their is no one

On this cold Christmas Day
The horrors have been unfurled
As one looks over the trenches
To a different world

But the very next day
In the distance you will hear
The sound of the Scottish Bagpipes
Leaving their enemy in fear

        In memory to all who fell at Christmas time, and especially to the pipers
who used music as their weapon, we will remember them, as all will be remembered

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Pecador Island

There's an island to the west
Where our dreams lie and rest
The people are nice
The people are fine
They'll feed your vice
What's your's is mine
This is Pecador Island, the land of fun
Party all night, live fast, be done
Snort the snow the villagers offer you
It's free, it's fine, you don't owe a due
It'll make you feel no pain, no cold
It's taste is bittersweet, you won't grow old

This is Pecador Island, the land of fun
Party all night, live fast, be done
Run your race here until your done
Party all night, all day, have some fun

The huka here is powerful and sweet
They often call it the Verde Treat
Just try it
Can't you see
One beautiful hit
Will make you see
Take it all in, don't cough it out
You'll be flyin' high, I got no doubts
The Verde Treat doesn't interest you?
Then join the slakers, the solemn few
They'll offer whiskey, gin, rum and coke
They'll fill you up till you're a joke

This is Pecador Island, the land of fun
Party all night, live fast, be done
If you can't recognize your face, you've won
Party all night, all day, have some fun
Pecador Island is a place to retreat
When your life has won, when you're beat
Forget the bad, remember the good
Do what you want, don't do what you should

The women here are frisky and fun
Beautiful as the setting sun
Take them to bed
Go for a whirl
Don't let them in your head
Don't dream of these girls
They'll love you as long as your rollin' it in
They'll love you more if you offer them gin
So get your glasses, fill their minds
Bring 'em up, throw 'em down, just unwind
You won't have to worry about 'em in the morning
But protect yourself, boy, just a warning

This is Pecador Island, the land of fun
Party all night, live fast, be done
Live your life like a loaded gun
Party all night, all day, have some fun
Pecador Island is a place to retreat
When your life has won, when you're beat
Forget the bad, remember the good
Do what you want, don't do what you should

The land of sinners, the land of love
A place to fly away, to fly above
To get away from the world around
The only way to leave is in the ground
This is Pecador Island

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The Guilty Plead of Wings

Its so cold in here,
lifes the only thing i fear.
I can't take this much longer, 
my bones are about to break.
How can any people stand this,
I feel like im digging my own grave.
I just cant take this no more,

I cant breath.
I cant speak.
I cant live,
Without warning.
Please, oh, please,
Get me out,
Out of here.
But the best you can do is give me wings.

I feel so trapped up,
Im not feeling any love.
My heart turns to glass,
And my tears have turned to blood.
Everything around me shatters,
Including my very own spirit.

I cant breath.
I cant speak.
I cant live,
Without warning.
Please, oh, please,
Get me out,
Out of here.
But the best you can do is give me wings.

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A Cello Plays

A Cello Plays

I’m sad tonight because I sit alone in my chair
The sound of a cello plays softly in the background
The music is sad like me, as it plays alone, filling the air
I wonder if it feels the pain of the hands that play it
Does it understand that its sound is also a cry of passion?
As the bow touches the strings, the melody laments for someone
Mourning, grieving, the bow plays the cello with strength driven from agony
An agony it doesn’t fully understand except for what the performer expresses
With great care, she holds the cello and escapes into the music filling the night
The flow is smooth, sorrowful, as it leaves the room eerie and haunted in loneliness
A broken piece, the strings bind it together, like a sulking lullaby
Alone it waits to be played, gathering dust as the days drag on
A dark corner becomes its new home
And all the cello knows of is solitude, anguish, and tears 
From the hand that held the bow, playing till she bled
That’s all it was taught to play, only to never be played at all. 
Written by: Jennifer Maupin
June, 2011

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Cant build a thing
The chains holding me down
Have slowly rotted over time
I need a soul that carries on through the pain (when the walls start collapsing again)
Give me a heart the ceases to fail
Despite the infection within

Dont take for granted this world we live in
Nevermind the fragile dirt we all end in

Time has had its way with me
The trail ive walked down
Has Fastly Deteriorated
I need a soul that carries on through the pain (when the walls start collapsing again)
Give me a heart that ceases to fail
Despite what you will find in me

Dont take for granted this world we live in
Nevermind the fragile dirt we all end in

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A 2nd poem about Roger Williams

When you were born, you were destined to have a future that was very bright.
You were a fantastic pianist and I've been listening to your records every night.
People have been very sad since you passed away.
I bought over twenty of your albums on Ebay.

You recorded over a hundred albums during your career.
Your music has brought joy to millions over the years.
When you died last year, your music had to cease.
You were one of the best, may you rest in peace.

(Dedicated to Roger Williams who passed away October 8, 2011.)

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Willing to die

These people I save
Day and day
They need my aid
They never keep the peace
War, famine and struggle
The only three things they know

Using greed and power
to ramble through life
Shrouding themselves
in false security
and meaningless lies

Denying even to themselves
That they are the reason for things
The reason they whimper and cry
Self genocide
Willing to die

Martyrs for nothing
People always fight
Believing war is right
Indomitable nations
Battle against one another
Waging campaigns of death
to destroy their own people

Race is nothing
When all is the same
Centiant force
Concious spirit
Waits beneath your mind
Power of unbelievable kind

Once you free yourself
War is not the answer
You see your reason for living
You see what it means to be fre

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the most deadly poison of all
The sin i play with when i'm alone
A piercing scream
echoes throughout the night
Another time, it is mine
screaming at the top of my lungs
but nothing comes out
just a strangled cry

Throat closes up
cold, bony hands clasp my neck
air stops
can't breath
can't move
nor think
vision growing dim
growing black
cold motionless
trying to break free
but fail
white and black keys
a simple way
to express my mind
soothe my nerves
one of the few places
where i belong
What are you looking at?
you see the scars?
never had the blade rule your perfect life
everything was handed to you on a spotless silver platter
But everyones not like you
perfect; that gift
Why are you looking at me?
Never seen anybody like me?
so low
had to fight and bleed
to get where i am
and even now it is nothing
never was and never will be
(always) an outsider (outcast)
an emo (depression)
(hear) voices (Hello I'm Back)
She isn't pain right now
She is inspiration
my words that flow from the pens black ink
She paints the picture in my head
Both good and dark
but she seems a friend
this spirit in my head
this being
she's nicer
nor causing any pain
no fresh self inflicted wounds
my love
my life
my every tear
i shed for thee
i long for thee
wish your presence
was by my side

my heart is icing over
needing your warmth
to chase the chill away

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Eye for an Eye

Over-power the masses single-handedly
One against many, against any calamity
Exhaust a man's will
To bend at his own
So what if it kills (him)
--The man has no soul--
Grew stronger by the day
Fueled by love and hate
A ruler and a slave
Together in hell
In a shell as hollow as his name
Unravel deception
As it crept in
Hints and clues
At first obtuse
By looking through
A distorted view

Revenge negotiates no truce
When he comes to settle the score
Burning with a short fuse
A napalm death in store
Slay the day, chase the night away
A midnight star now cast astray
Darkness falls before the light of dawn
And in that time, your life will be gone

Regain a power within
As you drain the guilt of sin
--You know where you've been--
Can’t forget so won't forgive
Don’t know how to live and let live
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
I still live by an ancient rule
In a modern day of techno tools
Withstanding the strands of time and change
Sent forth to exist on any plane

Revenge negotiates no truce
When he comes to settle the score
Burning with a short fuse
A napalm death in store
Slay the day, chase the night away
A midnight star now cast astray
Darkness falls before the light of dawn
And in that time, your life will be gone

Take from me, you will no more
For I am back to settle the score
More powerful than I was before
Stand with no chance
When I hit full-force
Show no mercy when balance is restored
Tip the scale you will no more
All will pay for their one mistake
No escape from my grip that day

Revenge negotiates no truce
When he comes to settle the score
Burning with a short fuse
A napalm death in store
Slay the day, chase the night away
A midnight star now cast astray
Darkness falls before the light of dawn
And in that time, your life will be gone


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I often visited the prittiest and kindest lady,
who lived by an abandoned, weedy cemetery...
and she told me tales that made me dream;
up that pine-scented and rugged hill, the Devil tripped many times and finally fell:
when her holiness set her gracious face aglow!
And she never cursed God, but continued her creed,
believing that she was put on earth to sanctify love;
and she planted many seeds in the moist that made her life livelier!

Exchanging her pure soul for money, never tempted her:
living happily and continuously blessing God's name;
if that's how one is blessed, many shouldn't need to wonder...
how she never asked anyone for anything...relying on Providence! 
Every spring morning she tended to those roses and gardenias, 
like mothers care for their adored children;  and she sang
opera like a glamorous prima donna on the illuminated stage:
how astonished were the passersby hearing those lovely areas!

Giovanna, lovely prima donna, sing another beautiful area for me,
let me hear how a soprano can feel that divine harmony;
teach me all the lyrics and the tunes that embellish them:
I am a quick-learner and my passion goes beyond my talent!
Giovanna, lovely prima donna, you sought no honors or earthly glory, 
and your visions were grander than those idolized singers,
who only asked for applauds and repeats from the cheering crowds;
you had none of these...only this aspiring-tenor-to-be! 

I passed by her house yesterday, the shades were pulled down...her garden 
without butterflies was arid and the pretty flowers fluctuated no more; 
and the tall pines trees didn't offer their inebriating, sweet aroma,
but there was no sound of Giovanna's voice, the voice of the lovely prima donna:
canaries and bluebirds weren't frantically tapping on her closed window!
In a white laced dress, wearing red shoes and a green velvety hat:
she displayed her national pride, recalling the enchanted land of music and poetry,
where her unforgettable childhood was spent with an innocence so free! 

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Mental Masochism

Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?

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The Sixes and Sevens Veil

All of those words and emotions Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind I want to caress them onto you But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse The past shouldn't control the present but it lingers in my spirit The words need to come out The Darkness with Them What if the truth couldn't set me free, save me from this candled day Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil Shrouded against our will too scared to show our bare Vulnerable Shadowself It was the ignorance's bliss that caught you The Knowledge creates a burden Too Difficult to Maintain or was it I? trying to be part of your soul The Decay of Your Heart Sadness can be cured by a few words Despair is a disease of the Knife The Eclipse stole the Sun's Sinlight Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart

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She is so sweet to me Her lovely lullabies are my fix An angel on earth she is With her voice she could break the lunar love She is my muse But where did she go My angelic-gothic queen A siren has fell What is left to take her place A wench from the south Such a terrible fate for her band of legends  Tristania has surely died

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The Stone

I think i might write a letter
to someone that i havent
talked to in a while
Ill lay it beside her stone
the stone i brought for her
when i was really young
Ill wait until she writes back
Falling asleep on the cold ground
Waking up in the fog

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Never Grow Old

I see them dancing
Across the Milky 
Way, Illuminates
Stars, as they go by
Singing songs of love

Gracing the star
Lit sky, as years
Go by singing
Songs of love, sigh

Never grow 
Never grow 
Old, Old, Old

They shall


(Some of the words in this poem are somewhat quoted from a song that my mother and 
father sang in their latter life.)

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Ode to Lennon

Like Jesus before you
peace was your dream,
like Mohammad of old,
a brotherhood of man.

Though your intentions were good
they just never understood,
never learned lessons from the past,
blinded were they with confusion.

One late New York night it happened,
a shot rang out and did you in;
the dream's over, rock & roll man,
and violence triumphed in the end.

That night my heart lay bleeding
'cause I just lost a friend,
goodbye to you, rock & roll man,
it's so nice knowing you.

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Darrell Dimebag Abbott

Day of mourning
for the music world
the red bearded god is slain
upon the stage his blood was spilt
metal will never be the same
a guitar genius
the best there was
his brother Vinnie
sick with loss
no-one else can fill his shoes
he played it all
from rock to blues
Dimebag Darrell
rest in peace
a blacktooth i drink for you
the Hendrix of our generation
live forever like all legends do

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A Poet's World

This poem is about the life and feelings of a poet/poetess.

In a poet's world there is heaven and hell,
and many stories to tell.
There are mysteries to solve and codes to unravel,
many roads to travel.
There are confessions of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Storms of rejection, dejection, and sorrow.
Reflections of love, marriage, and romance.
Expressions of flamboyance and dance.

In a poet's world there is music of rhythm and verse,
imaginations of all things on earth.
Songs, sonnets, lyrics, and beats,
gardens of flowers and of trees.
There are times of drama, prose, and learning.
A constant desire burning.
Laughter and tears and feelings of fear, all in a poet's world.
There are influences to work, criticism and hurt.
Achievement and goal, warmth and cold,
visions of life and death, 
and times to be quiet.

In a poet's world there is religion, science, and belief,
faith, hope, war, and peace.
Emotions of anger and tempers that rage,
many characters on stage.

In a poet's world there are promises and dreams,
nightmares and screams,
humbleness, happiness, and philosophy,
a lifetime of writing for infinity.
It's an angel who speaks to the poet's soul,
to tell the world all his heart holds.

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Personal Jihad?

where is the decree
i follow you, you follow me
we all got forced around
one another found on the side of another brother's mother
this is the end if i may be so bold
i'm telling you now what i've already told
this is the basic end to the nigh in sight
let the death of me be the death of us all

a martyr? nah
just someone with a decent head upon their shoulders

i fight this holy war with myself
i put my feelings upon the shelf
then i let them gather dust
then i sink, i swim, i do many things
but none of them affect you
so why would you bother with a stinking urchin like me?
i fancy myself a lyricist
i write a rhyme upon request
if it's no good, then try again
that's what this has come down to anyway
not everything we put out is worthwhile
so figure things out yourself for once
because i am stuck around this verse chorus verse
i go onstage without time to rehearse
and wing it, believe it or not
is it any good though?
you decide

mother mary comfort me
oh wait, i already used that lifeline
now i'm just a tiny thread
dangling from this needle in your arm
i am your addiction
i am your heroin
you inject me like sex
but no pleasure comes from it
oh well, who knows
what we could have been anyway?
i'm just barely even trying now
bend over and give me a kiss
even if it's just as listless
as i may be
who are you?
i've nothing to say
who are you in different... less desirable...
social situations?
someone else
gulping down the nerves like pills with no water
sweat beads around your forehead
simply because your turn to speak is coming up
i'm not getting any better at this 

a martyr? nah
just someone bored enough to take the fall

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The turbid clouds hover mountains
of fluttering maples,spruces and pines
while I am crossing those bridges of wonder,
adjoined by sturdy steel cables
that even an impetuous wind couldn't oscillate;
man's ingenuity outwitting Mother Nature...
a tuneful voice rising from a spirit that perpetuates!

Rageful rivers resent their lament,
as fast currents struggle to find an inlet;
my hard breath surrenders
to an unchallenged fear!
From above danger is like the force of gravity,
I race with a brave face, but the harsh wind 
still whips it with the strength of a twister,
blowing the pristine white sand...
turning it into a whirling dust cloud
only to diminish my visibility!

Let me cross those bridges of wonder,
in spite of lightning and thunder...
I'll brave the fiercest storm,
as long as courage allows me to proceed;
night may come as quickly as frightening thoughts,
but nothing would make my will recede
to a darkness that suppresses the freedom of choice!

When warriors are faced by a threat,
they don't turn back and accept defeat,
no doubt can thwart their plan:
it's either death or glory,
unsurmountable pain or joy;
their ego is hardly broken through dire!
Ah! See them crossing those bridges of wander,
and like me, they rejoice when the battle ends!  

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Requiem (Instrument Exhibition)

This museum is a mausoleum
The stench of decay assaults you at the door
Permeates your clothes, your skin
And sinks into the floor

Clear coffin cabinets
Proudly present their dead
For the private pleasure of public eyes
In decorative death shrouds they sleeping lie
In oak and iron beds

An entomologist’s dream
Preserved and pinned back tight
Neat little labels
Green felt canvas, dim light

An orchestra of exotic insects
Wood, wind, brass, bone
Mouths gape lamenting
In a silent secret moan 

The death bell toll resounds
As a widow’s wail, and sings
Of supple breath through tender lips
And nimble fingers on cupid’s strings

In an arid crack-lipped rasp 
They chant the cold refrain
‘We are as flame fodder masterpieces,
And worm fodder saints’

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I loved you. You were creeped out. I loved you. You were all I thought about. Dreams bring misery, To this little life. I will use trickery. I don't go down without a fight. I will survive without you. You don't control me anymore. I will survive without you. You're not for me to adore. The mess you made, Taking my life for granted, Leaving me in a barracade, You never knew how much you mented. I am in control. Foreign language brings nightmares, Because I would curse you, And you would figure out later, That I once loved you. Teardrops cover my doorstep. Remember how much you ment, I gave you my heart you kept. And you left me there when I wept. I will survive without you. You don't control me anymore. I will survive without you. You're not for me to adore. The mess you made, Taking my life for granted, Leaving me in a barracade, You never knew how much you mented. I am in control. You left me there, In the pouring rain. Bleeding without care, My feelings were drained. I left... I left... I left... The past behind. I will survive without you. You don't control me anymore. I will survive without you. You're not for me to adore. The mess you made, Taking my life for granted, Leaving me in a barracade, You never knew how much you mented. I am in control. You're not Mr. Man anymore. I took back my control. How does it feel being cold, To lose it???

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Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.

I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported 
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. 

A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.

Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile... 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Everybody was horrified of Paul's scruffy looks
with dirt and mud smeared all over his wrinkled face,
and his long nose with dark spots on its tip;
and a grave digger matched that image,
but he was the nicest person on planet earth:
hard-working, estimable, amicable and honest.
After the day's work was done, Paul stared
at the empty lots and whispered to himself,
" Soon I'll be in one of them...I feel it coming! "
One unlucky afternoon he was standing
on the edge of a newly dug-up grave and accidently
slipped and fell into the twenty-feet excavation;
no screams for help were heard...he was dead!
That same afternoon, there was a burial
and as the corpse's coffin was lowered into the grave,
Father Michael spotted a body lying on the bottom of it,
and it resembled that of Paul....suddenly police 
were notified and minutes later a fire truck arrived
to the dreary scene. Then two young firefighters
lowered themselves into the pitch-dark grave by holding
onto sturdy ropes, and without much effort, 
they pulled his bruised and broken body:
he was pronounced dead at two-thirty.
Paul had a near-death experience, one of the most
incredible ones: he visited heaven, the place of bliss!
And as he climbed the gold stairway, he heard many voices
of those he knew in the previous life...they chanted glorifying God,
who was seated on an ivory throne surrounded by Archangels,
Saints and the Prophets whom he remembered from his Bible readings.

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Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too

In Loving Memory 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }

Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }

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The Great Feast

We’re bait.
Bait for the beasts
Waiting to feast on the meat
To say the least
The world is stripped when they meet

So bathe
In social incest, along with decadence
And decay

Pray to your gods
Whichever they may be
Many are among us
We’re too blind to see
They look down from above
Or up from below
Taking back everything
You claimed as your own

“Faithful servants,
You serve your masters well.
But there is one above
(One above us all)
You will be at our disposal
Before we fall
To the fate of us all”

We screwed you all!
We screwed you all!
We sucked the purity out of this world
Ripped off the flesh
Left rotten to the core
A scent of death is all that’s left
When the world is betrayed
By Archangels and remains
---A Boneyard!---

..Now the beasts will commence on the great feast,
Living off the perversion and disease…


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Rain Drops

Tear drops falling from the sky
Each one has a sad story to tell
Who will listen?
And who will wipe them off their windsheild?
Tear drops everywhere
Ending their lives on the streets
Why do people find their sounds so peaceful?
Each tear drop is a musical note
Playing its own little, sad song
For the people willing to listen

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Our bodies will die, not our words
that sound like harmonious chords!
Our eyes shutting, meet eternity
and the One who gave us poetry!
Our names carved on graves so glossy:
an epitaph to memory! 
Some will stop by and wonder why
we choose to live for that quest of joy:
embarking on a long  journey...
to discover realms of reality? 
We shouldn't fear to shine among stars:
our light can reach the moon's sad eyes!  


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Siunu, Goddess of Hellfire

Deep down
Into the further pits of fire
She awaits

Desecration of skin
Deformed and rotted
The world will be set ablaze

Hellfire Goddess Siunu
Shall see to it that all life dies
Withers away in the flame
As she spreads across the world

Flesh adorned with blood
Symbols of death
Icons of pain
She hungers for savagery
and acts of butchery
In love with her
till your very death
Her vicious beauty
Left you without breath

Infernal demoness of the undying flame
Forever she will burn in this world
Brilliant at a distance
She will get you in a trance
Up close
You have little chance of survival

She is the inferno
The storm of Hellfire itself
Rage driven
She will continue on killing
You'll never extinguish her flame
To this world
She has laid her claim

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Distant horns are blowing

The distant horns are blowing, hooves are pounding
Deep in the heart of the woods a clearing ringed by ancient Oaks
Rays of sun filtered languidly through the trees
The quiet of the sanctuary , a familiar soothing sound
Evening arrived with a hint of cooking 
drifting from the kitchens of the grand house

The crescent of the moon cast her siver light upon the water
The scent of her filled his nostrils, sweet and wholesome
Singing a lullaby,her voice soft and sweet
She ruffled the strings of the harp
A moments silence, while all held their breath, 
Then her voice began again,strong and melodious

After feasting,the noise died down,
Jugglers and acrobats appeared
Singing tales of quests and unyielding triumph.
The candlelight catching the sheen of their brows
A team tried,tested and never found wanting

A beautiful valley, Lords and Ladies dressed in
Red linen and golden silks bowing majestically
The fire flickered and blue flames danced above
The Chalice , a log fell in a shower of sparks

Masts bending and creaking with the bulging sails
Catching the sunlight before disappearing behind 
glittering green waves
A bird bejewelled with feathers of the rainbow
Grey waves curling to meet them deep in the silence of the ocean

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Under the Black Flag

Unleashed upon the enemy
We tear through their lines
Showing no mercy
In the midst of battle

Feeding the Flesh Grinder
Severed off limbs
We resupply our food stocks
The more we kill
The more we eat
Human flesh
Sustenance of our society

Blood washed fields
Littered with skulls of the dead
Decapitation before evisceration
Their brains pulls out
The skulls are left out to rot

Blood sprays upwards
from the roof of the Flesh Grinder
It rains down on to the warzone
Exciting the warriors even more
Roars of rage and hatred
Can be heard clearly for miles and miles
They feed off the terror their enemies feel
Leaving not a single soul alive to stand against them

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Exciting visions
  of the urban scene
captured in music
    Joyous notes
that is Gershwin
   My father passed away 4 years ago
He used to thrill us with his piano 
   he played the jazz master's work 
miss the man so much    

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They are Cruel

How many of us suffered to death?
How many of them gained more wealth?

How many of us mourned?
How many of them earned?

How many times we suffered such a pain?
How many times they will do this again?

They are Cruel


We don’t have to be.

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Sogno Agitato (Nightmare)

As it enraptures me 

Suddenly there is a light,
Something ahead,
I run faster,
Faster, faster, faster!

Finally I reach the light
Only to discover
That I have landed in a dark cathedral
Filled with the faint light of candles

Why am I here?
I spin around, around, around
Looking for a hint of recognition,
Only to find ghostlike faces,
Wrapped up in hoods the color of night,
Watching me with a wary eye

There! There, I see,
I understand it now,
She lies there in the coffin,
Pale and stiff,
Cold, devoid of her beauty

My heart screams,
My soul cries for mercy,
My mouth is frozen,
Unable to utter any sound

I turn again,
Running, running, running
Out of this place,
And into the undefined beyond

I pause momentarily,
See churning water beneath me,
I hear my heart beat,
Ready to burst out of my body

I am ready now,
Ready to escape,
I take the plunge,
Falling, falling, falling

My eyes flutter open,
A look of fear on my face,
Until I realize
That was just a nightmare.

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this is not about a car crash

i caught a confused look that came across your face
when i said that i was doing okay

It's like you didn't understand how i could smile again
after everything that happened

The flashing lights, the shattered glass
I Said "if i'm headed for heaven it's not very fast"

And you said
"You should torn up
You should worn out
you should be crying
 i think... 
at least a little bit
It's just not natural
To smile in the face defeat"
and i said... (i said)
it's seems natural to me

I turn my head to side and break a little smile
at thought that you are saying-

"I should give up the front, remove this disguise
and for once open my eyes"

The flashing lights, the shattered glass
I Said "i'm headed to hell with my foot on the gas"

And you said
"You should torn up
You should worn out
you should be crying
 i think... 
at least a little bit
It's just not natural
To smile in the face defeat"
and i said... (i said)
it's seems natural to me

I don't think you understand
What it's like to be dead inside
It's hard to cry-- when
the fountain has been dried up for years
The fountain has been dried up for years
the fountain has been dried up for years

So don't tell me
i should torn up
i should worn out
i don't think that i should be crying 
at all.
It just seems natural to me
To smile in the face of defeat
I smile in the face of defeat
a smile to every face that i meet
a smile is just what you see

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I'll Live Forever!

Thinkin’ back I wonder how my life had begun.
Father told me, " Well it began with the rising sun."
I asked my father, " When will it be done?"
He said, "Boy, it’ll be done when you have no fun!"

Life’s meant to be fun!
Don’t think otherwise!
If it’s not, your life is done!
Keep the glint in your eyes!

Thinkin’ back I wonder where my friends had gone
They said, "To the liquor we’ve been drawn!
Drinkin’ too much and passin’ out on the lawn!
Not wakin’ up and headin’ home until near dawn!"

Life’s meant to be fun!
Don’t think otherwise!
If it’s not, your life is done!
Keep the glint in your eyes!

Thinkin’ to myself I wonder where my family had headed
My mother said, "Well your baby sister has been wedded!
And gettin’ married your big brother has dreaded!
But don’t worry, I love you all, you’re tightly embedded!"

Life’s meant to be fun!
Don’t think otherwise!
If it’s not, your life is done!
Keep the glint in your eyes!
I’ll live forever, I swear!
My death you won’t bear!
Don’t worry, dear!
It’s all so clear!
Life’s meant to be fun!
Don’t think otherwise!
If it’s not, your life is done!
Keep the glint in your eyes!

Thinkin’ back I wonder where my final piece had been
Blue eyes, red hair, prettiest thing you’ve ever seen!
Loved this lass since we were just young teens!
If I was a king, she would be my beautiful queen!

Life’s meant to be fun!
Don’t think otherwise!
If it’s not, your life is done!
Keep the glint in your eyes!
I’ll live forever, I swear!
My death you won’t bear!
Don’t worry, dear!
It’s all so clear!

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Denise is barely twelve and smart,
she has been an orphan for sometime,
but since her mom passed away,
she grew up as lonely child...
generosity was instilled early
in her little, empty heart.

She made her first paper star
when Sirius, the brightest one,
appeared and hung over
the twinkling, navy blue horizon...
thinking of her mother's illness,
and to her she was a pretty princess.

And with love and eagerness, Denise 
sang a melancholic song every evening,
feeling her presence with that smiling face;
other girls had mothers to sing them lovely lullbyes,
so Sirius was deeply touched, and seeing 
her loneliness got some nightgales to lull her to sleep.

I've made a plea today, through the Archangel Gabriel,
to ask God to give the star, Sirius, to Denise,
and in return I would do many a good deed;
and tell everyone the wonderful news with a thrilling voice,
and would the Almighty, who made this gem to gleam,
grant me another wish...a wish perhaps too impossible?

Nights passed, and no heavenly message was sent to me,
and Gabriel never returned to ease my restlessness and fear;
one night as I fell asleep...his voice ordered me to listen,
" Your Father has granted your wish...He has seen a sincere love;
now Sirius is Denise's star!" And waking up from that vision,
I looked outside and there she was gazing at it with awe!

Entered in Lind-Marie Bariana's contest, " Shining Star "

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Getting off the bus along Hillside Avenue,
I heard a loud commotion coming from a speaker;
and getting closer, I saw the face of a sweaty preacher... 
calling all souls to Jesus and make them new.

I looked and paused and saw this preacher with sweat on his face...
as he was telling the crowd a true story of The Godfather's son, who was
in the dark about his father's activities, and when he was finally told,
he didn't care if he died;  and to the authorities he went to report his dad.    

What a righteous young man he must have been, and how noble
it was to reveal that well-kept secret which would have cost his precious life,
giving up a chance at being powerful and not dedicating himself to a lifetime of crime; 
I can visualize him bowing his head down, and pray to stop the vicious cycle.

I sat next to an elderly lady whose who's veiled head shone through a gentle light,
" Sing along with me, and your lost soul will be reedemed by the blood of Jesus!" 
I shared her song book and began singing an evening prayer of repentance,
as the preacher cried out, " Raise your hand, and I will pray for you tonight!"

How many folks, like me, wanted to see that preacher proclaim the Lord's message;
and how lucky I was to have encountered a stranger who sounded like Jesus,
to add another sheep to his herd as he prayed for the sins of the repentant ones!
How glorious it was to hear him glorify Christ and His father with his voice of grace!  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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El Condor Pasa

El Condor Pasa means Flight of the Condor
Song preformed by Simon and Garfunkel

                                               I'd rather be a
                                          sparrow than a snail
                                                 Yes I would
                                                   If I could
                                                I surely would.
(Do you remember this one?)

The Buzzard

Watching the buzzard up high
Circling in the clear blue sky
Catching the air currents, free
Looking down on you and me

Searching for nourishment, meat
As he circles what does he see
His homeland, his dead tree
A great country that's still free

A homeland riddled with crime
No longer really safe, nor free
Freedom to leave doors unlocked
Cars no longer safe to just park

Maybe the buzzard is waiting 
To feed, on filth that rules
The streets with crime, drugs
Handguns wildly handled

(Unfinished and rhymes somewhat. Can you think from news of something to 

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John Lennon Deceased

John Lennon Deceased

John Lennon was one of England’s lost sons
Till Mark Chapman shot him with a thirty eight gun
For John spoke of nothing but peace and love 
Was killed by a man who put hatred above

For no other reason than signing his name
The great John Lennon was violently slain
The world mourns for someone who cannot be replaced
His killer the whole world of pop has defaced

But still lets remember the good that John did
For the way in pop music he blew off the lid
Although he has gone he has left a great deal
For all of his music had great zest and zeal

Born in this country he died far away
Let nobody ever forget this sad day
As for Mark Chapman he will not kill again
For now he is locked away with the criminally insane

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Maestro's uneven orchestration of life,
seasoned with unassuming whispers,
began the eminent finale 
of their misguided souls

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The Return of Dan McGrew

Some of the local thugs were tipping their mugs in the Malamute Saloon;
The music box sat still, as the keep slammed the till and wolves howled at the moon.
Then there appeared, right back of the bar, an apparition that no one knew;
Down in the dumps, that once Queen of the Trumps, sat the lady known as Lou.

It had been thirty years to the day it appears, that the famed shooting took place,
As Lou saw the scar on the man by the bar, she slowly recognized his face;
She quickly clutched at her throat for he had gotten her goat as she turned blue;
Because for all the world, playing a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew.
The now old man that plays the music box was starting a sad waltz song,
When in drifted a miner cold from the creeks that had prospected much too long.

Though most of the gold had long left the fold, a miner’s dust still had some joys,
He relished his women, booze and smokes, and bought drinks all around for the boys.
His eyes were the eyes of a man half-dead – a man that the world’s forgotten;
And Lou did think she’d seen him before, but lately her memory was rotten.
He toasted her health and counted his wealth, then drank long with that sodden crew;
And we wished him good cheer, then hoisted our beer to Dangerous Dan McGrew.


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The Crying Tears Of Your Violin

The Crying Tears Of Your Violin
   You take to the night in dreamlike trance
In tears you play of the beauty within
Followed through with the sorrow of life
The crying tears of your violin.
   People gather round you in homage 
Mystified by your astonishing sound
Holding hands in lovely sway
Anguish at the theater in the round.
   This seed of disparity planted on yesterday’s morn 
The lovely life of your child’s dismay 
A home disgraced in torching flame
The new found place of a mother’s grave.
   Into the fields of lilac dress
Fortunes of misfortune display less fortunate
Taciturn dreams explode in reverent voice
As life, becomes no more less than ornate.
   Yet you are not alone in your world
As the people sway to the comfort of your soul
Melting within the musical melody of sorrow
While placing their coin into your bowl.
   Where heaven blooms in saddened cry
Lonely love strums chords within
Displays a broken heart unto the crowd
The crying tears of your violin.
     ©By: Darren J McMurray
              November 11, 2008

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Power is a struggle
Only the strongest can achieve
They are the true people
Those that strive and pursue power
They will conquer the universe

Peace is a lie, there is only passion
The world is in constant change
Emotions follow suit

Through passion, I gain strength
Use emotion to power action

Through strength, I gain power
Strength is dominance and leads to greatness

Through power, I gain victory
In greatness you achieved, all desired

Through victory my chains are broken
All is crushed beneath you

There must only be two
Never more
One to desir the unholy strength
The other to instruct how to gain such power
Betrayal must be seeded inside the minds of the weak
and the light must be snuffed out

Proclaim your power, let none stand in your way
The universe can be yours, you only need to free your passion

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God Devourer

To'aak crushed the skull of his sworn enemy, Mor Kaot, under his mighty iron boot. Taking
the Vaul Ash for his own, he raised the prize high, roaring his challenge to the skies.

Gods so high
You will be joining this weakling
For I am coming for you all

My rage burns
your shrines everyday
You can no longer hold me back
I am the Syka
Born to purge
Destined for glory
Send forth your legions so I may have sustenance for my journey to you

As was scribed To'aak was meant for glory
His campaign, it is fueled by fury
The Vaul Ash was his, the holy medicine of the Gods
No more shall they be blessed by immortality

He would claim their skulls
and devour their hearts
He was born into death and hate
None will be able to stop him on his conquest
It only ends when the Gods are dead

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A Decadent Heart

Darkened, soiled, burnt.
The maggots squirm in love.
Felt through novel nerves,
a litany betrays your senses.

Inflated corpse of blood,
it savours its own demise.
Hollowed and enlivened,
it spews poisons freely.

Plain cobbles whine,
tortured by the resident.
A meaty bit of pain,
left to lesser means.

Leaves of death flutter,
brilliantly coloured bits.
The the hour of Hell,
and the season decay.

Time passes haltingly,
not wanting to progress.
The clocks will move,
but no longer do they tock.

A rhythm of solitude,
a beating at the door.
The caution will depart,
and the flesh will descend.

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Awe-Inspiring People

Jim Morrison,
How sore the drugs made him,
Kurt Cobain,
Passed at the hands of the vain,
John Lennon,
Met insanity’s venom,
Heath Ledger,
His daughter, he left her,
Brandon Lee,
Met his father’s fate,
I haven’t realized to this date,
Why awe-inspiring people,
Seem to pass when-
We least expect it.

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Primal Urge

consciousness untouched for quite some time
direct caress along the eardrum
rattle rumble howl
somewhere deep in the purple shade
twisting unformed down beneath the scanning lights
searching pinning
sensors gleaming, undulating
it creeps beyond, seeking
winding further, serpent of sound

carrying a basket of frozen grapes and discarded photographs
faded, bent corners
coming apart at the edges
electric cry reverberating
pierces the heart of silence
falling into discord before
everything resolves into
march of ten thousand declinations
inclined to debate
decline to state
what found the star beneath the broken gate?

sometimes the darkness rises above
twisting into a spiral configuration with the dawn
sickness grieves over the corner of conscious corruption
with a silver spear in its eye
bleeding tears of indignation
into the soil
from which sprout dandelions dripping pus

starlight crystallizes against the eye
against ever knowing, you shield your face
raising your arm to block out the light
but it falls against your wall nonetheless
battering, grasping, finally sliding away
you hear the last pitiful plop
as truth denied falls to the ground
and you wonder
whether you want McDonalds or pizza for dinner.

Sometimes, watching the moon rise
a sensation shivers through and threatens to overwhelm
a needful expectation borne of unknown roots
laughing moon dogs dance for their dinner
shivering the black air with their satiation
sympathetic hunger pulses somewhere in the center
and the listener cannot help but think of
venison, blood, and moonlight.

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I see a better world that I can use Its far from you And inside me The reality is too much to handle anymore It's a place we all can love A place where all angels dwell Burnt in my mind everything you've done to me It saves me to go away It's my internal prison It's my only safe-haven I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more It's deep enough where you will never find But open enough to keep expanding I will not be stapled by your dominance anymore This is it i will take a stand A sky with death In it's smile Rolls across the night It seeks to know what is wrong And the thing is you I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more I'm my mind there is a place That only I can control Your misery will haunt me no more As Long as I'm in my own reality You will be no more

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Little song in my heart
A tuneful melody,
Sings of love not lost 
But gone to somewhere else instead,
Sings not of our loss,
Or of the tears we shed,
But of a tiny light that shone
And guided us so well,
That grief feels inappropriate, 
It is praise we should give now.

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Some times I feel as if I need to scream,
Let it all out,
The hate,

Just to let it all out would feel so great,
I wish no one could hear me,

Today just drew it all out,
Paper seems so be the best listener these days,
I can write every thing,
It will never disagree,
Or stop me from saying what I want to say.

The lightning bolts,
The scene hair,
The lyrics,
The broken hearts,
The band names,
The random words.

I wish I were some where,
Some where, where no one can hear me.
Just  to,
SCREAM, every thing away.

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Goddess of Nekras

Undead flesh
Infested with larvae and worms
Glory to the living dead

Mari'jas the queen of the Nekras
Born from the Earth
She was conceived in death
The mistress of burial rites
She holds power over all the dead

Leading all into her darkened embrace
She waits for each and all to die
Accompanying you to your demise
Fresh flesh she must always consume

Thrust into the feeding pit
Her zombie hordes digest the death
Stranded in this region of famine
You will feel not but excruiating pain
This domain is plagued
Decaying fields filled with masses of undead

Consume the life of those once breathing
Suck their blood till you thirst no more
Deteriorating skin
shows bone beneath dead muscle
She has defied ultimate death
and she is giving you the chance to be free

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Tested Through Torture

With a gun to your head
You're screaming
Please don't kill me
I want to live

But I feel no remorse
for your cries
I revell in the noise
Your sounds of terror

I am judgement
I am the one who decides
You fear the coming end
Tested through torture
You choose your fate

You're weak and useless
You cower and run
You have no honour
or respect for yourself
No courage
No pride
That's why you're going to die

Thumb pulls back the hammer
Sweat and tears
run down your face
You beg and plead
You're just disgusting me more

The click of the trigger
Was deafened by the bang
Only in death are you silent
As your brains spill on to the wall

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The Loss Of An Inspiration

Wow, that's all I can say
That's all I could think of when I found out that day
When I first found out about it, I thought it was a hoax
Somebody's twisted idea of a joke
But sadly it turned out to be true
And the world was robbed of you
'Another rapper dead'
The headlines read
So little said
You had an amazing gift
Every time I put on your music, it gives me a lift
You inspired me
Helped me
You put your life and love into your art
And that's why you were able to capture so many hearts
I hope before you were taken away, you realized this
I wish you were still here , but you will always be in my heart
And you will be forever missed.

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VI: The Way Out

Poetry, like music to me creation my way out, my symphony mental, as it all may seem the orchestra plays out so beautifully painted on my brain canvas In Poetry a story of me I'm creating a way out Doors drawn into the floor can't choose an exit so I make four more walk into one so randomly I shoot out falling, but willingly an orchestrated disaster I'm just the narrorator This poetry, this music to me flowing endlessly, my way out to meet my maker, I may be greater and end world hunger, the stronger I be I will create a painless, world so free it would be for all to envy enter creation, vibration, then I make my new religion, your way out.

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"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"

"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"

 I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
 that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my  intelligence 
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections  
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for the agent of  loaded madness...
 to execute me in thee (the) open, in incubus style 
with hands bound to hell's bedroom of featured view...       
now manipulation is but a...
 Hypnosis-Inducing Drug away (sodium barbiturate) to filling your boss's     
pockets with gold...
you gave a lifetime of scheming performances of which I mostly 
saw in the nude... 
so when the lights dim from my eyes, will you watch...   
and when its your turn and your torch is extinguished 
know i will wait for you, in hell... 
and i will be ready to sever you all the pain you deserved,,,      


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cellophane girl







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Homage to the Lizard King

Come dance and sing
Side by side with the Lizard King,
Entranced as he devours his rage
In the seductive dark at the edge of the stage.

The Lizard King can do anything.

Balanced on the edge of a grave,
You'll give away what you came to save.
Fifty amps send forth salacious screams
His acolytes swarm to share these dreams.

The Lizard King can do anything.

Eyes that some would die for
Cast their magics from the printed page
"Who Do You Love?" they ask
Looking for the answer in ceremonies
Held in the pulsing womb of the night.
Streets are filled with doubt and pain
As youth's desires contend with those of age
And drown together in the summer's bloody rain.

Poet possessed by a savage muse
Now plays the Apocalypse Cafe'
Sings to angels and demons
' Neath the spinning stars
At the Eternal Carnival.

This is the end, Beautiful Friend;
The crystal ship is sailing off.
Dance on fires in the East with the Czar
Drinking mystic draughts in the final Whiskey Bar.
Show us the way to the next little girl
And don't ask why
We are born to grieve and love and die.

Strange fruit grow
In the garden of the Big Sleep
Where the Lizard's scales shine
On the face of the Deep.
Laugh there with those born to sweet delight,
And weep with those who live in the endless night.

Come dance and sing
'Til the concert hall rings
Come dance in a place that knows no sense
That will shudder and shake a thousand years hence.

The Lizard King can do anything.

Come see what disembodiment brings
In the court of the Lizard King.
Shout within the celestial walls
And harken to the voice of the Void as it calls.

The Lizard King can do anything.

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Unbroken Pieces of My Heart

Verse 1:  I tried to  fix  the  pieces  of my  broken  heart/ Yet  over  the  years / 
Things  still fell apart/ Myfragile  heart can't  go on  without  you  in  my life/ 
Everything  that  was  wrong i  tried  to make  right/

Bridge : Now  our  love is  gone / Now  i  can't  go  on cause  all i  do is  cry/ 
I  cried/

Chorus: You  were  the  one  who  made  me  happy/ You  were  the one  who  
made  me  smile/ You were the  one  who  was  always there  for  me / There's  
no  need  to say  words  unspoken/ Because  my  heart was  already unbroken/

Verse 2: After  all the crying  things  still didn't  sem  to  matter  between you  and  
me / When  we  first  kissed  you  told  me that you  cared/ After  your  lies the  
truth came  out  throughout  the years/ All this  time  i  was good  to  you yet  you  
made  me  feel so  blue/ You said  you  would  change  yet  you remained  the  
same /

Bridge: 1x
Chorus : 3x

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(Dedicated to Selena Quintanilla Perez who died March 31, 1995.)

You were murdered in cold blood in 1995.
While you lived, your music career thrived.
It was sad because you died at the age of twenty-three.
We were both born in 1971, you were the same age as me.
When you died, the music industry lost a great star.
Now you're singing for God because Heaven is where you are.

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Unkept Secrets

                                    If fate's when first impressions love
                                  Then regret's yearning what never was
                                    At ease entranced my eyes retrieve
                                                Forgotten memories
                                      Told this tale countless times 
                                  I loved an angel who lost her mind
                             Choose one word which rhymes with fate
                             Relive my life and transcend its mistakes
                             Reclaim precious time, addiction wastes
                      Some angels charm, yet their misery is shared fate

                                         Past memories,I can't forget 
                                   To cherish the past without regret
                                               Until my last breath
                              An angel's death is my secret unkept

                     If wisdom's embraced, trying moments mature
                                Some more fortunate, won't endure
                                Search the cosmos, search inside
                                Is regret volition's reward?And why?

                              Some lost souls embrace addiction
    Save precious time , their unfurtunate fate is an intuitive prediction
                        Some have past lives they've barely survived
                           Is pain volition's reward, or human error?
                              Is regret finite? Will love last forever?

                                         Past memories I can't forget
                                   To cherish the past without regret
                                              Until my last breath 
                                  An angel's death is my secret unkept                                        

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End of Square Dance

Echoing though out the might
Distinct songs fill the electrical air
Chords of varying tones dance around the guests

Bagpipes play melodic tones rich and smooth
Mystical rhythms and beats all of its own
Feet tapping as the music takes hold and stirs the souls

Waiting for the music to command them 
Through the vibrant music a strong voice calls out
Telling of the moves that should be followed

Familiar voice guiding everyone who attends
Keeping the flow smoothly going 
Laughter travels through the air

All has changed now  - those magical days are gone
Music has stopped playing on the selected nights
Laughter has faded silence now resides here
The familiar voice that once called out – silenced out loud forever

In a distant part of an aching sorrowful heart
A song and the voice – the memory of a dance
Silently play over again every day now
Such a solemn and grief filled time – memories are all that remain

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Tumbling Collapse

When the mental walls
Come crashing down
You cannot help
But hear the sounds
Of the terrified screams
Above it all
Your existence was condemned to fall

Where will you be on your judgement day
Will you have gone all the way
Or will you have to pay
The ultimate price
Of a life filled with sin
Turn against Him
And you cannot win

As you stand at the gates
You're amazed
And you're shocked
To find out
That they are eternally locked

Now forced to spend eternity
Surrounded by the flame
In the end
Was it worth denying his name

So now's not the time
To regret all your decisions
After spending ten seconds
In your manifested prisons
With maddening and subliminal voices
Torturing your soul
Feeding off your fears and dreams
For It's sick and twisted goals
To set your eyes astray
By making you say that He's in the way

Your mind is on fire
Confused by desire
Are you ready to conspire
And have all things go dire

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Last hope

Again and again I rewind the cassette
To listen your voice once more.
Such moments always let me forget
What the Hell I’m dying for.
I wish that entire people around
Could hear my screams at nights.
I wish they’ll be able to find
Common sense instead of that fights.
They don’t know what’s dying for real.
They don’t care that I want to live.
I already can hear sounds of peal.
Except of last breath I have nothing to give.
Only you can help me live my last days
And your voice on the old cassette.
For me it’s so tender and grace.
If I’m wrong, forgive me for that.
This letter you will never read.
God will take me away from the earth.
Hope is the one that I need,
Hope makes me stay alive forth.
Thank you for all that you’ve done,
Though you will never find out
That I lived, cause I will be gone.
In saving one’s soul you shouldn’t be doubt.

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Still I breathe (part 2)

Take a look to the sky
    before you die
it's the last time you will.
I'm your source of self destruction,
dedicated to how I'm killing you,
Hell is worth all that,
natural habitat.
She wanted the world
        so I strung her guts up
in the rafters.It's like a dream
I won't wake up from.
I won't be sleeping tonight. 

Don't come around here no more
        words can't bring me down,
                your delirious
       no matter what you say.

It aches in every bone,
I die alone,
but not for you.
Tell me how does it feel.
I'm smelling like a rose
that someone gave me
because I'm dead and bloated.
You look at me
but you don't see,
      I'm a sinner.
This is my life,
the healing hand
held back by the deepened nail.

Don't come around here no more
        words can't bring me down,
                your delirious
       no matter what you say.

Your pathetic in your own way.
I'm doin' the best I ever did,
I'm doin' the best that I can,
now go away.
Gettin' back,
get back on track,
get off my back.
I pick myself off the floor
and now I'm done with you,
In this moment 
  I am sinking
     in this silence.
         In this silence,
I believe.

I'm here 
to turn up the volume
and I'm going to enjoy
making you enjoy it.

(Still I Breathe [part 1 and 2] is mostly a compilation of lines from many songs 
with a little of myself thrown in)

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(whilst into the night, as ash)

you seemed so real;

an angel, slipping down
through your ring of fire
whilst into the night, as ash
you'd walk the winds
and graze the edge
-of love:
dancing above me, reborn
like nails sinking, straight
through the coffin, into flesh;

death is with me every moment
that you smile and every kiss
is a reminder that i'm still not alive
within your grasp.

stripped of your halo;
still holding tight to the mess
of flesh and metal skin-grafts
you've applied: words
endearing my heart
to your brick-wall
of silent indifference

alas, even as i lapse
from this moment
to that,
you still seem so real;

an angel, bathed in the fire
of solitude and singular wanting
while the world turns
its back, you take
my hand; sleep-walking
through the motions
of a dire and delirious dance,
you step upon the altar
to cry out your demands

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Still I Breathe (part 1)

I'm alive,
        and still I breathe
in the midnight hour.
I want to touch you,
tear into your skin,
don't stop until I get enough,
I was born from original sin.
Don't be cruel
        to a heart that's true,
shock the monkey
        in it's cage.

Don't come around here no more
        words can't bring me down,
                 your delirious
       no matter what you say.

Everyday is so wonderful
          waiting for the sun.
I'm a slave of being my captor.
You may find yourself
    .........the same as it ever was,
you may ask yourself did i get here.

Don't come around here no more
        words can't bring me down,
                 your delirious
       no matter what you say.

I don't know why
   I hunt like I do.
I'm looking at you through the glass,
don't know how much time has past,
but I know that it feels like forever,
but no one ever tells you
that forever feels like home
        sitting all alone
               inside your head.

Don't come around here no more
        words can't bring me down,
                 your delirious
       no matter what you say.

More human than human,
cut your pride
and watch it bleed.
I feel the pain in your eyes,
    Give it to me,
           Give it to me.
No escaping pain,
you belong to me,
clinging on to life
          by the skin of your teeth.

Don't come around here no more
        words can't bring me down,
                 your delirious
       no matter what you say.

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Luciano Pavarotti (1935-2007)

Goodbye, Luciano,
easing through death's door,
no more thy voice shall soar.

Farewell, Luciano,
no longer croon ‘O Sole Mio’
to take thee back to Sorrento.

Adios, Luciano,
unto a peaceful slumber deep,
from the world's travails escape.

Hark! Enrico Caruso,
bid the angels welcome Luciano
into the heavenly choir in the sky.

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Bury Me

Bury me not with shiny things,
But with my one true loves promise ring.
Bury me with the first love letter he ever wrote for me,
Bury me with his memory.
Bury me not with fresh roses but with the rose now dead he gave to me on
Our first anniversary.
The one I always kept in my diary.
Bury me with pictures of he and I, 
And all the things I kept of us all the good and the things that made me cry.
Bury me while our music plays,
Latin freestyle the music to which love we made.
Bury me not in the color black,
But in the color of love red
The color I had on when we first met.
Bury me not by my family,
But next to the other part of me.
Bury me with my one true love,
The one I’m always thinking of.

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echoing of songs

"Winds of fate have born thee, across this empty plain, and closed door with no key, but so many ones to blame. To 
keep a river flowing, we all can make amens, but when the winter's snowing, no crack shows at the bends. With dark 
minds and simple thoughts, we come to fix upon, the broken sparks of crystal tops, and the echoing of songs"

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I .


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Mambo Music

Mambo music played all night long
Bringing such joy with every song

Teenage girls flirting with the boys
Dancing kids with their blinking toys

Mambo music plays in my mind
Tonight our broken spirits shined

We are back home now and their asleep
Didn’t take long to count their sheep

Taking them out was a blessed time
They drank soda and I drank wine

There is so much pain in our life
Husband died…I’m a widowed wife

But something about that Mambo
Dancing rhythms of the bongo

It grabbed my sorrow tore my grief
And brought us all needed relief

Billions of people feel this way
Does it get better none can say

Having your love stripped from your life
Managing the house still in strife

Never would I wish this on you
Broken inside feeling so blue

Mambo music brought a smile
Music and time heal with style 

(pure fiction....and dedicated to my best friend)

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Harpsichord On A Stormy Night

A wild pagan, the wind, a spectral masseuse,
  Blunt cudgel and claw dipped in liquid frost,
To corrupt and ravage the pit head columns,
  As black trees threshed and leaves were tossed;
Slapped against satanic steel mill backdrops,
  Thrust over crusty cracked fissures of rock,
The rattling rain gunned down the mountains,
  Scattered the sallow, forsaken flock.
In the forks and tines of lightning stabbing
  To bomb the moon and shivering stars,
Ivories tickled by ozone and aftershock
  Shrilled in a sky of splitting white scars;
The harpsichord played on a stormy night,
  A melody wracked and cracked with disease,
Jagged enough to split open the heart,
  For nothing and no one were sat at the keys…

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Danse Macabre

Danse Macabre is German for Dance of Death...

Transfixed by the movements, the musical vibrance,
We move to the tune of invisible sirens.
Reality reposes with the closing of eyelids,
Then lies change to truth and peace transforms violence.
As the colors fade from blue, all noise turns to silence. 

Upon awakening, I feel an icy hand capture me;
Pulling me down, closer to insanity.
Vertigo sets in, but the dizzying gravity
Helps to realize the hand is my own, that I’m actually
Standing stock-still, alone, blinded while I atrophy. 

With our head down and eyes dripping wet,
Feeling hasn’t slipped from us yet.
Silence is a burden we grow to regret,
But still a reminder of that which is set:
The music of a past we’ll never forget. 

A distant drone, or a heartfelt beating,
Omnipresent and ever-repeating.
Tongue tipped with malice, the devil is feeding
And tightening the noose which constricts our dreaming.
While robbed of our fruits we lie quiet,.. selfish and bleeding. 

As we sit cradled by cold, grim hands,
Choice is beckoning, it calls, it demands
To face the music and to take a stance.
And as the echo lives on through our second chance,
We’re helplessly drawn into this wreckless dance.

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death poems-
epitaphs in

Full recital @Requiem by composer Carl Kenkins

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Where do I put my hate at the end of the day?
Who will save my soul when I forget to pray? 
How do I fall asleep at night? 
When all I want to do is fight! 

Who can I love when my love has gone away? 
Why can't I be the man that would make her want to stay? 
I rip my mind apart like the blade rips the flesh. 
At the end of the day my head is a bloody mess. 

I don't slip cause I won't get up from a fall. 
I am losing at life's game so I am left to ball. 
They laugh at my demise cause they can't resist. 
So I know when my body expires, it won't be missed. 

The cold flesh will become a bone frame. 
No one will ever look at me the same. 
I will fall and your tongue will cause the slip! 
Your bottle of pain is not the same as mine, just a sip! 

Get drunk and high off my misery. 
Spit it, suck it, slam it, then let me be. 
I am a sinner so throw your stone. 
Make your hatred known and then leave me alone! 

My soul is not worth saving any more. 
This battle has ended and I am done for! 

I do not need to sleep at night! 
I can fight a war with out any sight! 
My love is gone and gone for good! 
She did not love me and I know now she never would!

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Man on Fire (angel of sadness)

He brings the music of death 
The music that’s take our final breath 
I’d rather come in and play on my cold feet 
Than warm up to be old heat 
If I were to die on this day 
What would you speak of at my funeral? 
What would you say? 
How would you sooth the mourners 
Of a forgotten general 
He was a man on fire 
For his lord, your savior 
Wouldn’t take his soul any higher 
So he remains a man on fire 
We make mistakes, because we know we can 
And chances are we’ll be forgiven for them 
An eye for an eye, I’m awaiting a heart break 
As for now 
I’m a casualty living for your sins 
Every man coming for my head 
Prophets already censoring me dead 
I bring the music of death 
The music that’s gonna take your final breath 
I mostly refer to myself as a child 
I don’t know why 
Perhaps I feel immortal 
As if I couldn’t die 
But now I’m just a man on fire 
For my lord, your savior 
Will not take this soul any higher 
Now I’m a man on fire 

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Come Up Here!

Rise up!  Rise up and Come up here
Because Jesus Christ is ready to appear
The Day of Judgment is drawing near
So rise up!  Before He says come up here  (Chorus)

A time will come, and now it is
When those who are dead
Will hear the Son of God's voice
And those who hear, they shall live
For the Life in Christ quickens
Those who make Him their choice

   Because the life the Father has to make the dead arise
   He has granted to his Son to give unto them
   Who are pleased to cross over from death unto life
   But you must believe in Christ and live your life for him

A time will come, so marvel not
When those who are in their graves
Will hear the Lord's voice
And everyone of them shall come out
To receive judgment or reward
 According to their own choice

   Those who have done good shall resurrect unto God's life
   But those who have done evil shall only rise to be condemned
   So to enter in the Gate and walk the Way you must strive
   Remember this, if he doesn't come first, he may call you to Him
Rise up!  Rise up and Come up here
Because Jesus Christ is ready to appear
The Day of Judgment is drawing near
So rise up!  Before He says come up here  (Chorus)

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A smile
A guitar
A rolled up cig
A voice that sings
At every gig

A mind that travels
Beyond this plain,
A sense of humor,
Sometimes insane...

A devotion
To daughters
Of whom he was
so proud,
A tendency never,
to talk too loud

Words and thoughts
Wise beyond his years,
Human suffering
That brought on tears

Mark T...
His Gors nickname
I wonder if he liked to fish,
One thing's for sure,
I truely wish

He did still tread
This earth, a world
so grand,
I was oh so privileged
To be in his band.

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Slightly Out Of Tune

So now
            the very thing you feared
                                                   has come to pass,
as you
            watch the sand pour through
                                                      the hourglass.
Now the
            autumn trees are splendid
                                                  in their colors,
but your
            windows stay closed, locked
                                                     and shuttered.
Sometimes you
                       hear music playing
Intently listening,
                         your face looks
                                                almost saintly.
In abject
             stillness you watch the
                                              tiny spider weave.
In your mind
                    an illusion,
                                     just make-believe.
Without alarm
                     or even normal
you're aware
                    your legs and feet have lost
You see
             the irony that death starts
                                                    at the toes,
as the smell
                  of gangrene wafts 
                                             past your nose.
Shadows seem 
                       to glide across
                                              the room.
Somewhere a
                      piano's playing slightly
                                                        out of tune.
You're like
                 the spider herself,
                                            sitting stone-still in her web.
searching for
                    the music playing
                                               faintly in your head.

©Danielle White

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A Lonley Bullet

A lonely bullet needs a heart 
And, I think it's found in you 
A lonely bullet needs a heart 
Even when just passing through 
Now, oh now, My lonely bullet 
Has found it's place in you. 

You.... (whisper[I need you]) 
You.... (whisper[I need you]) 
I need YOU! Like I need one more breath to breath. 
I need YOU! Like I need a cure for a disease. 
I need YOU! But you don't want ME! 

A lonely bullet needs a heart 
And, I think it's found in you 
A lonely bullet needs a heart 
Even when just passing through 
Now, oh now, My lonely bullet 
Has found it's place in you. 

LONELY! But not alone.... 
DYING! While on this phone... 
WAITING! For words to say.... 
NOTHING! Will go away! 

A lonely bullet needs a heart 
And, I think it's found in you 
A lonely bullet needs a heart 
Even when just passing through 
Now, oh now, My lonely bullet 
Has found it's place in you. 

A lonely bullet needs a heart 
And, I think it's found in you 
A lonely bullet needs a heart 
Even when just passing through 
Now, oh now, My lonely bullet 
Has found it's place in you. 
Now, oh now, My lonely bullet 
Has found it's place in you. 
Now, oh now, tonight 
this lonely bullet sleeps with me, too....

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The Lord Will Provide

The Lord gave Abraham a promise and a son
Through Sarah who conceived and laughed with everyone
For Isaac was the name in which all his seed is called
And his faith was evident and God's power shown to all
When He spoke to Abraham, "Sacrifice your only son
In the mountain of your Lord, offer up this innocent one."

Sarah must have had her doubts about what her husband heard
But Abraham said, "We will return, I beleive the promised word."
And on the journey of three days to the place of God's desire
Isaac carried his own wood, Abraham, the knife and fire
But then Isaac said, "my father", who answered, "Here I am"
"Here is the fire and the wood, but tell me where is the lamb?"

The Lord will provide
A Lamb to sacrifice
So you won't have to die
He'll give another life
Now lift up your eyes
It shall be seen from upon high
That the Lord will provide
A Lamb to sacrifice	(Chorus I)

And they came to the place, he built an alter there
Then in order laid the wood as Isaac stood and stared
Yet, he didn't say a word, although he could
He let his father bind him and lay him on the wood
For Abraham would receive him in a figure as it's said
Believing God could raise Him up, even from the dead.

As tears rolled down his face, he quickly raised the knife
But the angel called his name, "Abraham!  Don't take his life!
For now I know you fear the Lord to offer up your firstborn."
Then Abraham looked up and saw a ram caught by its horns
And he hurried to the bush and sacrificed the ram
Instead of his own son, who wondered, "Where is the lamb?"

(Chorus I)

Like Abraham our heavenly Father gave his only son
To a world who laughed and scorned and bruised this innocent one
Who never said a word as he carried his wooden cross
To a place called Calvary, the way made for the lost
He was nailed and hung upon that tree, He suffered, bled and died
And was lain within a tomb but in three days He was revived
Just as Abraham by faith spoke of the lamb God would provide
Jesus is the Lamb, the Lamb of God was sacrificed

The Lord did provide 
The Lamb to sacrifice
So none would have to die
He gave us His own life
Now lift up your eyes
Your Redemption draweth nigh
And see our God did provide
The Lamb who is alive!    2 X's	(Chorus II)

{Then in a strong chorus}
Jehovah Jireh, my Provider
In the mount of God it shall be provided
Jehovah Jireh, my Provider
In the mount of God He will provide

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The Book of Life

What will it say
at the end of time
when the music fades
and the world is left behind

what will it say
at the end of this rhyme
when it begins to rain
and all is on the line

was i good
does it matter
where i stood
ascending up the ladder

was i right
who am i to judge
while standing in His sight
will i melt to sludge

what will it say
what is my crime
when i see the stains
when i see the signs

what will it say
can i trust my mind
when i become the lame
and it's left to bind

was i free
what does it mean
what did i see
things aren't what they seem

did i fully trust
in what i knew
while i turned to dust
did i believe what was true

what will i say
at the end of time
when the music fades
and all is left behinf

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Kiss On The Face

Take me to the wovles and let them feed on my flesh
All I feel is darkness pain and stress
Demons taking over societys outcast
You say the time is comming I say it has past
Eyes wide open but blind to sight
Deaf to the crys that ring out a night
Cloned by forces unknown
This world is so cold theres no moving on
Got to stay strong but I have no streanth
Every on here seems so fake

I want death to come and kiss me on the face
I want death to come and take my place
I need death to come and kiss me on the face
I need death to come and take my place

Where will I go once darkness falls
What will I do when the demons call
Left to rot I can not scream
Waiting for others to fall like me
Standing alone I need company
Trapped by these wall that I could not see
No air I'm sofocating
I'm light headed and my bloods rushing
Gun in my hand I'm going to make it end
No reason for me to go on
One movement of my finger and I'll be gone

I want death to come and kiss me on the face
I want death to come and take my place
I need death to come and kiss me on the face
I need death to come and take my place

If listening to this song has caused you any discomfort, please dial 911, once 
again please dail 911, and the will arive shortly with you straight jacket.
Thank you for listening......

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My Friend Mark

I've known him since high school,
He had an immense impact on me,
Tosseled, curly blonde hair,
And always with a smile,
A musician's musician,
With talent a tad lower
Than he gave on,
I feared no audience when he was there,
He somehow comforted me,
He always had a bright outlook,
He was magic in a crowd,
With tales and totes to please us all,
He made a 40 watt bulb burn at 100,
I particularly remember he and Mike Joseph,
(Who stole an amp from me),
Sitting on the "Peeve Room" floor,
with acoustic guitars on laps,
Playing "Uncle John's Band"
To my delight, in 1970,
And all the music he opened me
up to, my God, he taught me so much...
Hence my great sadness at his passing,
When the angel of death came down to touch,
And take this musician, genius, and friend,
Into another celestial abode...
They left a hole in my heart,
Where once his gift of friendship flowed.

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Amor's Army

snipe the fool. fall in line. clean up your mess. then fall in line.

forget we met forget we talked. camaflage. fall in line.

hit in the head. left for dead. still not dead. but out of line.

missing you some. hating you still. tieing the noose. around the line.

sleeping in. fox in the hole. smoke him out. above the line.

when your feeling left out. my guns at your head. saying your prayers. crossed the 

moving on. covering tracks. erasing the memory. shot the line.

gone on a plane. to never return.

and never look back.

murdered the line.

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Out of Time (My Secret Sin)

For why have I fallen into the depths of your arms
Given you my life, my respiration, my blood
Only to search for your hidden love
I’ve been flirting with death for way to long
And now it’s time to go on home
Yes my friend, it’s time to journey on home
So let’s dream
Let’s get away from this strict sense of reality
Live life in the past time
Follow me
Let’s dream
Let’s get away from reality
Fade away with the past for one last time
Where might you place this new born soul
With life, with time, I have given old
From the bliss of her lips to yours and mine 
Memories of how you chose her
And time leaks faster as death seeks closer
So let’s dream
Let’s get away from this strict sense of reality
Live life in the past time
Follow me
Let’s dream
Let’s get away from reality
Fade away with the past for one last time

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Death Metal

Suicide skeins slick scarred black leather,
bucket seat brains link rust mangled chains,
power-chord blood spattered buzz-saw stains;
catwalk drains Christ dust bled religion,
collision ghost trains, twisted carnage contains
Lucifer’s wings wrapping rotting remains.

Homicide crows wearing sleeves of death metal,
lavender flows cut carotid tied bows,
sub-woofer screams dripping petals of rose;
white wolfish jaws whined sonic corruption,
blind vision arose, faulty monitor snows   
onto hellfire graves where the live decompose.

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This Is A Blues Tune

This is a blues tune
For your heart’s beat
To coincide with
But the shuffle rhythm is irregular
And your pulse cannot handle it
So, you’re gone for good
Well, I’d say you’ve got the blues

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hush little baby

hush little baby
dont you cry
your not the one
 he chose has to die

he chose this fate
for someone new
there is nothing left
for you to do

just sit there quiet
and await your fate
you still have the choice 
to live or die

i on the other hand
am i light sleeper
because i know he is after me 
his names the grimm reaper

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(Dedicated to Conway Twitty who passed away June 5, 1993)

The world faced a great loss when you died in 1993.
You went on the road too soon after having surgery.
Your death felt like a crime.
You were a fantastic singer during your time.
You were one of the best singers I've ever seen.
I loved listening to Tight fittin' jeans.
When I learned about your death, I was surprised.
The music industry suffered by your demise.
I first listened to you in 1981 when I was almost ten.
It's sad that the world won't see you again.

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(Dedicated to Waylon Jennings who died February 13, 2002.)

You were the balladeer in the movie 'Moon runners' that was made in the 
Several years later you became the balladeer in the Dukes of Hazzard on TV.
You guest starred in an episode of Married with children sometime in the 
You were a fantastic singer and I'm sure that most everyone agrees.
When you died, the music industry suffered a great loss.
You would've died in 1959 if you had won that coin toss.
Ritchie Valens won and he died in that plane crash instead of you.
You cheated death in 1959 but you weren't so lucky in 2002.
People loved you and they knew that you were a credit to the human race.
You were famous for years and now you're in a better place.

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To the Music on the Radio

I can remember hiding and listening 
to the music stemming from my fathers hands.
Careful not to alert him; else the bow 
would fall, the melody would cease.

Majestically the bow would sing on contact
as it danced upon each string. Each note 
went on and on, in unison with the melody
heard in the background.

How proud I was of my father then and
even more proud of him, today.

Some time ago, the horsehairs and wood had
been carefully put away. For years now, the
music had ceased. Though silence is heard by
everyone's ear, I will always hear my 
father's accompaniment to the music on the

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Jesus is Coming

In an eye's twinkle
Jesus is coming
For a church without wrinkle 
Or any such thing
So be holy and blameless
Jesus is coming
For a church without blemish
Or any such thing  (Chorus)

If judgment will begin in the Lord's on house
By the cleansing of the Word for a radiant spouse,
Then what will be the end of those whose ways are broad
Who do not obey the very Word of God?

While people are saying, "Safety and peace,"
Destruction will come upon them suddenly
But for you who are walking as children of Light
That Day should not surprise as a thief in the night


And if God's righteous people are scarcely saved,
If God's holy people just barely escapes
The Judgment to come with great terror and fear
Then where shall the ungodly and sinner appear?

[channel 2]
When the heavens pass away with a shrill sound,
The earth with everything will burn to the ground.
Now since the elements will melt with fervent heat,
What manner of godly people should we be?
In an eye's twinkle
Jesus is coming
For a church without wrinkle 
Or any such thing
So be holy and blameless
Jesus is coming
For a church without blemish
Or any such thing  (Chorus)

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A Friend Named Man

(A Friend Named Man)
Strange things are happening to me,
Darkness in the world around me,
No hope for reprieve,
Shadows crawl up the wall,
I know they are aiming for my downfall,
This new face,
It's red eyes,
Now I know they're mine...

A friend named Man,
Is now all I have,
Taking my soul away,
A Friend named Man,
Now he's all I am...

Strange things are what I see,
Oh what evil things these be,
How I wish it would just end...
Shadows crawl down the wall,
I know they're aiming for my downfall,
Their horrid faces,
Their blood red eyes,
They're tearing apart my mind...

A friend named Man,
He's now all I have,
Tearing my soul apart,
A friend named man,
Thanks to him now I'm damned,

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Robert Goulet

(Dedicated to Robert Goulet who died October 30, 2007.)

You were a great entertainer who was treasured.
Your contribution brought lots of pleasure.
Now many people are depressed.
It's very hard for the world to lay you to rest.
You died while you were waiting to have a lung transplanted.
When you performed, millions of people were enchanted.

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My February birthday,
A day born into this world,
Never knowing how it'd turn out,
Like the flag of life unfurled,
Love's fate been fickle,
As to many of us,
I am sure
But carry on we must,
It's God's will that we must endure

But the highest high,
Better than drugs or love,
The Lord blessed me,
With times given from above,
To play with my friends,
In total ecstasy,
Only another musician would know,
Only a musician could see

The inner and outer goosebumps,
I got playing "Morning Dew"
If I live to be twenty-eight hundred,
I will still swear to you,
Those highs so high,
Those moments so sweet
Twenty-eight angels,
Could not compete,

And here again, Mark T shines bright,
As he brought to my home,
Such musical delight...

Sadly those days are gone,
As is my buddy,
Yet he lives on,
In sweet memories of music
Of yesterday,
Thank God I have tapes,
That I can still play

See death's barrier is brief,
We all reunite someday 
down the road,
And knowledge of this,
Helps me carry my load.

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James Brown

(Dedicated to James Brown who died December 25, 2006.)

Your singing got you fortune and fame.
You died on Christmas day and that was a shame.
People loved watching you sing in Rocky IV.
It's too bad that you can't sing anymore.
Your death will cause your fans to cry.
It will be difficult to say goodbye.
Talent was something you had plenty of.
You were always a person who people loved.