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Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Rtrn

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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 "
             

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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 .

     

     
     


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

APPARITION

 APPARITION
You came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeless as your life, as hot and cold as death,
You came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench my thirst; my need for all you are.
You fill my head with things not meant to understand,
You came to stay.

I breathe your name, tormented in my dream,
and sleepless is the night, You fill my time.
You are the joy of life beyond my dying scream,
You came to stay.

You came in the name of He who'll give us death.
You are the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of me, you are my final breath.
You came to stay.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric | |

In The Name Of My Lips


Only in thy ecstasy, let Thor-
The name of my weary lips rest
For mine soul, from long sleep 
Started waking sensual desires
To remember, O, how dalliance 
Inspired by flame, embraced us!

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

Details | I do not know? | |

Beautiful --Named For Celene Cresent--Thank You For The Name(:

[They] brush over closed lids 
                       of tear filled eyes, 
                                  if only known why, 

why they so sorrowfully cry, 
              but future tense gives none 
                            of secrets way to be held, 

and so the dreams fall to cries 
                  and the dreams of futures, 
                                                   barely tell...

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2010

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 ? "

                





Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad | |

London

She called herself London
On that day 
She fell from the sky
Child of apple blossoms
Dancing wildly
Into your mind

The snake that hung from her neck
Bites your hand
Expels you from Eden
Tears into the cool flesh
Of your madness
Posing as reason

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you 
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body’s secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain 
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share

Her name was London
Call her London

She called herself London
On that night
She prayed to the moon
Apollo’s lyre
Played darkly
In a portent 
Of your own doom

The hell she hides 
In her soul
Toxic drug you’ll never escape
You crave the milk of her touch
Her strange and dangerous ways

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you 
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body’s secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain 
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share  

Her name was London
Call her London

My baby, London
Call her London
My moon-girl, London 
Call her London

I love her, London
Call her London
Forever, London 

I call her London……

Copyright © Catman Cohen | Year Posted 2011

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 ..in 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 ?

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

As He calls my name...

What a Happy day,
as the Sunshine dance
and the Music play.
What a Happy day
as He calls my name,
as I hear His voice,
I just look his way.
What a Happy Day,
As I feel His warmth,
As I feel his love,As
I kneel down and pray.
What a Happy joyful day,
When He calls my name,
in such a special way,Through 
the old man in the street,
through the  blind boy
that i hug and the prisoners,
i greet.What a Happy day,
as He calls my name,in
the sound of the rain,
through the Colored world,
through each  singing bird,
through Our Mother Earth,
I hear Him call my name.
What a Happy day,as Jesus 
calls,through my every friend,
As Jesus calls,Give the poor
some food,and the sick,a hand.
What a Happy day,as
I hear him call my name,
in such a special  way,
I feel His love,in the flying
dove, As I hear His voice,
in the Celestene sky above.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2010

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

A Fable Of Death, To The Boy Named Harp.

Here, is a boy that wandered astray,
He went for a walk and got lost on the way,
He tried to find home, wherever that is,
He tried to find comfort that he could call his,
He walked through the woods and past the oak trees,
He followed the rivers and the warm summer breeze,
He came to a house that was rotting away,
He said to himself “Here’s where I’ll stay”.
He was going to sleep when he herd a dull scream,
He didn’t think much, he thought it was a dream.
He woke in the morning tied to the bed,
Before him was a man, who was sick in the head,
The man was curious as to what this boy was named,
When asked, “Harp” is the name the boy Claimed,
The man looked at Harp and quietly said, 
My name is Randal, and soon you’ll be dead,
Randal began to inflict horrible pain,
He watched this boy bleed and didn’t refrain.
After weeks of torture and equal unrest,
The boy named Harp made his final request,
He looked at the man that had tore him apart,
And said “Kill me please, and save my young heart.”
The man looked at Harp with tears in his eyes,
He said “sorry my boy. Now you shall die”,
After this man had ended Harp’s pain,
He left the boys corps to rot in the rain.
I guess in the end it was all meant to be,
For death was the way to make this boy see,
He was better off dead because now he cant feel,
Feel the pain he once wished wasn’t real.
He was just a boy with a loving heart,
The story of his life, the boy named Harp.

Copyright © Steven Lucero | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

indian name

red wolf it was
patowatome-soix
this is what it means to me 
what does it mean to you?
to me it means the love of life
and blood that keeps me here
also means to never back down
and never cower in faer

Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

In The Name of The Father

In The Name of The Father…

Everyone gets the chance to believe in their God
At least once in our lives we all look to him for strength
Everyone has the opportunity to engage in his faith
Faith that can move the mountains
For the souls who can’t be saved by themselves

There’s a solemn voice that cried to me one day
A voice within myself whispering again
In the name of the Father are the words I am trying to say
In the name of the Father, I pray…

As one in congregation, all gathering in mass
Asking for forgiveness and for all suffering to pass
For those who have been before and for those still to come
One voice is rising up in anticipation of salvation

There’s a solemn voice that cried to me one day
A voice within myself that is whispering again
In the name of the Father are the words I am trying to say
And in the name of the Father, I pray…

Hope is for the hopeless ones and faith for the faithless
Redemption waits for everyone
As one we’re no longer faceless…

As one in congregation gathering in mass
Asking for forgiveness and for all suffering to pass
For those who have been before and for those still to come
One voice is rising up in anticipation of salvation

…In the name of the Father are the words I am trying to say
And in the name of the Father, we pray…

Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Diamante | |

Is this a Poet

Someone with special power of imagination, 
Someone with a beautiful expression ,
Is  what ? A Poet

A part of himself 
Reflection of what he wants to say to himself  
Conversion of thoughts into words from  one’s self 
Is  what ? A Poet 

Radical ,Challenging, beautiful mind
Trying  to think in this mankind
Performing  his art in an audience  of some kind
Is  what ? A Poet 

Kabi in Bengali, Poete in French
Dichter in German, Shijin in Japan  are some of his names
Sounds  different but means the same
Is what ? A Poet  



Rashmi Pawar
10/7/2015

Copyright © Rashmi Pawar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

What Was His Name?


Someone left some guitar strings in circles on her floor,
Cigarettes and bottles in the garbage by her door, 
Someone left his cowboy shirt across her kitchen chair, 
Is he coming back?  Or did he mean to leave it there?

What was his name?  What was his name?
One too many mem’ries, till they all look just the same,
What was his name?  What was his name?

Someone left some money on the dresser by her bed,
Didn’t leave a letter, ev’rything is best unsaid,
Someone said he loved her, or was that just in her dream?
Ev’ry time this happens she can feel her senses scream:

What was his name?  What was his name?
Don’t you think she’s getting sick of losing ev’ry game?
What was his name?  What was his name?

Someone left a souvenir it takes nine months to bear,
Mother dies in labor, and the father’s who knows where?
Little girl is raised up by a loving family,
Never learns the secret, that’s the way it has to be.

What was his name?  What was his name?
Never ask the question, no one really needs the blame.
What was his name?  What was his name?

Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric | |

Our candle

The flame of the candle’s close,
Don’t speak let’s keep silence both,
Heart’s beating at Heaven’s doors
Meantime weather’s bad and crying.
The stars are unseen with mist
The shadows in black height twist
And I am like forest beast
with nature, at least I’m trying.

Again you are in my dreams
Some bird sings for us it seems
The wind’s in the bush with whims
of night and it has its habit,
There’s no sleep on silent earth
And I cannot sleep of course
with undying love and curse
The trees bow to show its credit.

Perhaps, you are out of sleep,
You look through the glass in deep
of darkness that has to weep,
The candle will warm you really,
It doesn’t spare burning flame,
Day’s finished, it doesn’t blame,
The candle will speak my name
to melt in the night with feeling.

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Red Rose Left Burning

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Just to realize

love is whack in the heart of a woman
truly believing the lie of a man 

he strips her of love

as she refuses to lie down and die
accepting a burning bleeding red rose

she stares at the stars

no longer evident in his dull eyes
wondering who is he saving them for

just to realize

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric | |

SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric | |

What's-Her-Name

I once used to be ‘hot’ for old What’s-Her-Name,
That girl that set my first fire aflame.
Just being near her would make my blood sizzle,
Then suddenly she was gone without even a fizzle.
 
I sadly regretted that old What’s-Her-Name,
And wondered what went wrong, who was to blame?
I got over her, then another, and another,
Then I found the one that I chose out from all others
 
I sometimes still think about old What’s-Her-Name—
Just passing thoughts without regrets or shame.
But if I dwelled on her, I would be most ungrateful
For the one that I love who’s always been faithful.
 
I found online my old What’s-Her-Name,
Though she was listed by his other name.
Maybe someday I’ll just send her an email,
To say I’m happy for her and to wish her well.
 
(Chorus)  We meet new people and change as we grow.
She whom I love now, back then I didn’t know.
Like waves crashing on a weathered seashore,
That which once was is now never more.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

free cee THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR song

This is a song to be sung by a lady so if there's one out there who thinks this worthy, sings and writes music take this and run with it.  The only thing I want is the knowledge that someone used it...thanks if anyone can do this:
    THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

I think it was blue with writing that read “Body By Design”
I’m talking about the shirt of a man I’d like to make mine
With ripples and his rough spots in all the perfect places
Yet soft enough to hold me and enfold me in his embraces

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
Someone who could make this girl next door’s dreams come true

But who, I wondered, was this lady by the name of Beth
Could he have confused the “B” as in boy with an “S” as in Seth?
Yes, that’s the circumstance now I’m sure with certainty
His name is Seth, there is no Beth, and I know that certainly

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

That boy next door went from door to door looking for a kiss
While I waited at my door for the boy next door to come and kiss this miss
Finally we kept kissing and his beauty made my feverish flesh cold
And still gives me chills and thrills while he carries me over the threshold

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy that he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
The boy next door who made this girl next door’s dreams come true
And now the boy next door is the boy next door no more
Since that boy next door and I now share the very same front door
The very same…………… front door!
                      © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~ 




















Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012

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Death Trophy

Congratulations, you've been buried today
Far under the earth you can hear them say
Goodbye; it's like you wanted me to find you this way
My mind says to leave but my heart says stay

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain

Couldn't you see what you meant to me?
Couldn't you just hold on?
Leaving me here with your death trophy
And a never-ending song
Couldn't you see what you meant to us?
Why couldn't you take the pain?
I carve your name on your death trophy
Waiting for the rain...

My condolences, your baby is gone
He shot himself dead at the break of dawn
I wonder if he ever thought it was wrong
I set the pictures on the lyrics of this song and

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain

Couldn't you see what you meant to me?
Couldn't you just hold on?
Leaving me here with your death trophy
And a never-ending song
Couldn't you see what you meant to us?
Why couldn't you take the pain?
I carve your name on your death trophy
Waiting for the rain...

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain
Wait for the rain...wait for the rain...
Wait for the rain

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric | |

Whenever I hear your name

Though we're apart
in land not heart
I still feel the same
whenever I hear your name
It's not clear when
or if we'll see
a future together
and how happy we could be

I wasn't looking
when I found you
wasn't searching
when my dreams came true
It feels like I've found
the other half to my soul
someone to null the emptiness
a key to my heart that fits the hole

Silly isn't it
to feel so grand
when the object of your affection
resides in another land
but distance doesn't matter
no rain, sleet, or even snow
could keep my heart from loving you
this, I hope you know

Oh no, I wasn't looking
when I found you
when you flipped my world
turning my little blue heart a new hue
It feels like I've found
that one person in my life
that means so much more
than mere words can write

If love is blind
I wouldn't know
you stole my breath
as if you stole the show
our meeting was chance
one I'll never regret
your name is but one thing
I will never forget

Though we may be apart
in land, not heart
I'll always feel the same
whenever I hear your name

Copyright © Jessie Wiseman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric | |

The Name Drifting in the Air Became a Handful of Ashes

Where should I go and find the name 
blown away in the air it became ashes a handful of memory. 

The name I long for, gone with the wind 
is the name branded in my heart. 
To carry all the way to the burial ground where,
on one day, I shall go and lie my soul and body.

The name which was sobbing in the rain 
drenched to the skin, 
the name drifted on the flow of water, 
the name wandered with the changing seasons.

It may roam in the night sky; become a lonely star, 
though there is no allotted asterism for the name’s sake.  

The name shattered in the empty air and became a stardust, 
lives in my heart, it’s a handful of cold ashes that may be 
forgotten as it escapes from the hand.    

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

JUST THE NAME

We are but dust
The dirt of the earth
Soon trodden
Soon forgotten
But what is that tower?
Where dust is safe
OH the NAME, 
Where dust runs
Fortified and strong.
Tell me what is the NAME
Where dirt is safe
No longer trodden
No longer buffeted

Copyright © Marugu MO | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

THE NAME GAME

THE NAME GAME

I've many forms and many NAMES

TINA, DOPE, MARY JANE

I steal all HOPE, YOUR SOUL I CLAIME!

Let's take a walk through the FLAME

 

I'm that FIRE in your VEINS

That BOOZE you've poured DOWN THE DRAIN

NOW LOSER DROWN BY MY CHAINS!

 

What's my NAME?

A LIFE of STRIFE in VAIN

All while you COMPLAIN

Same Ol', Same Ol'...I'M PAIN!


 

Nothing Changes, Nothing Changes

I DEFINE INSANE!

Around SAMHAIN my NAME They JEST

I'll rob your REST, destroy your NEST

BURN THE STEPWORK YOU'VE CONFESSED!

 

You reminisce..."ONE DAY AT A TIME"

At the clinic while in LINE

"ONE MORE HIT, DON'T CHAR THAT SHIT!"

"I'M DONE, I QUIT!...I SCARRED MY LIP!"

"I NEED A SCRIPT!"

LINE after LINE...You know the SKIT

IT'S TIME!

 

TO RISE ABOVE THE SHAME N' SHINE!

This intervention that's DIVINE

YOU'VE GOT MOUNTAIN'S TO CLIMB!

But PLEASE, put down the WINE!

There's an ALTERNATIVE!

"NO YOUR MINE!"

"I HOPE YOU DIE WHILE YOU LIVE!,

EACH BAG YOU BUY, I MULTIPLY...NOW GIVE!"

 

This MYSTERY, This SOUND

I'm UNDERGROUND, I don't EXIST

But MAY BE FOUND, UPSIDE DOWN in THIS LIST

Ever seen the EXORCIST?

 

I'll bring music, I'll bring LIGHT

Just LIGHT the fuse and I'll IGNITE

I'll infiltrate, if you don't FIGHT

Yes it's LONG, but sing ALONG

Read the words, it's in the SONG

From BAD to WORSE...Look how they're DISPERSED...SEE

DEE DA DA DA DA...There's THREE

 

Can't MAKE IT?

Can't PLACE IT?

TAKE a COURSE IN MORSE...EVASIVE

I GO UNSEEN

 

First the WEED, I know your NEED'S

   OH I'M SO PERSUASIVE

The NEEDLE'S MORE, LESS WASTED

   Now we're ESCALATIN'

ECSTASY, LSD..."WHO'S THAT SITTIN' NEXT TO ME?"

YOUR HALLUCINATIN'

Just a taste, first one's FREE

    IT'S LIKE A VACATION!

PLEASE!...I'm on my KNEES!

    NOW YOUR FORNICATIN'

 

How many TABS to get to REHAB

How many LICK'S, How many PLEA'S?

"SICK N' DISEASED", You SIT WITH TICK'S N' FLEA'S

But I can't SEE

Because so is EVERYONE AROUND ME!

"Here calm down, it's liquid G ee

 

"Just don't SEIZE," Just a PINPRICK

"PUT ME AT EASE, Just a QUICK FIX

This monster to APPEASE...

 

Just a LITTLE MORE...IT'S IN...OR MIX?

"LET US ENTERTAIN"...MORRISON, HENDRIX

YOU JUST HEARD COBAIN"

MINUTE BY MINUTE...I WATCH YOU WITH DISDAIN

I'll show you REVELATIONS

SALVATION OR THE GRAVE!

ANY RESERVATIONS?

IT'S YOUR PATH TO PAVE

 

And there's a price to PAY

YOU'VE BEEN AWAKE FOR EIGHT STRAIGHT DAY'S!

You're as high as these STAKES

Smell's good now whatch you BAKIN'

For heaven's SAKE, IT'S PAST TWO

   A pile of LEAVES you're RAKIN'

But WHAT, BUT WHO?

One is all you TOOK?

It's only you you're FAKIN'

SHOOK!...Them ADDY'S got you SHAKIN'

That TEST, THAT NEED TO READ A BOOK?

YOU BEST STEP BACK N' TAKE A LOOK!

 

"It's your TURN, YOU OVEREMPATHETIC WORM!"

When I'm MOLLY I SPANK YOU

Then you say..."SORRY, PLEASE AND THANK YOU!"

DISCERN...This ETERNAL INFERNO!

DANTE...DON'T SAY YOU NEVER LEARNED THOUGH

 

The WISEST of the WISE

WON'T SEE MY DISGUISE

I'm PENNYWISE, I'm IT

"I FATHERED LIES YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

NO ESCAPE!, IT'S YOUR DEMISE!


 

MURDER, RAPE, PILL'S KILL!

From here it's all DOWNHILL

It's your life to SAVE!

You AA's, You NA's

You SAY "JUST FOR TODAY"

"HEY WARRIOR'S, COME OUT N' PLAY"

Some decisions we can't RETRACT

And there's a price to PAY!

Those outside the pact, THOSE WHO forget the PAST

I'll take their seat away...OH SO FAST!

 

COKE, HASH...LIVIN' FREE

"Just let me STEER, GIMME' GAS!"

"I'LL CLEAR THAT TREE?"

BUT CRASH!...SE LA VIE

I LAUGH, THEY PRAY FOR THEE

"BUT NOW YOUR ASS STAY'S WITH ME!"

YOUR TO BLAME

 

Now what's my NAME?

I've SLAINE... so many lay ENCASEDin'

Some have seen my FACE in'

DA DEE DA...DA

I'm what your always CHASIN'

Towards HATE your GRAVITATIN'

    DA DA DEE DA

I see you CONTEMPLATIN'

    DA DA

I'm FREDDY and I'm JASON 

DEE DA DEE DA

ALWAYS READY...I'M SLOW AND STEADY

DA DA DEE

I'LL WAIT UNTIL YOUR DEAD WITH ME!

I'll wait till' your COMPLACENT

DA DEE DA DA

 

I'M really very PATIENT

I come in STEALTH, I DWELL IN HELL!

I'm down here SALIVATIN'

FUCK your HUG'S, OK BECAUSE

I'M DRUGS...I'M SATAN...

BY MATTHEW MCQUEENEY

Copyright © matt mcqueeney | Year Posted 2016

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letter i must

yes I am different 
yes I have changed
yes I changed who I am
but not for your sake
I wrote the letter down
and I wrote my name
this who I am
and this is what I got to say 
don't hate me
don't love me
but just respect me 
and I will respect thee
for I am a man of my word
even though I am not that old yet
I am just a interesting guy
with a little talent
I maybe wise and a bit small
but I could show you the meaning in some love
this is who I am 
this is my word
I wrote these letter down
so I can be heard
no one gets me
for who I am
so I wrote these letter
to the big man
the boss of the town
the giant of ants
I am showing him 
who I am

Copyright © Dylan Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Feelin' this Shame Without a Name -part 3-

Just tell me (one more time)
Where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my lovely haven or my sweet, sweet abode 
I'm sick of your plastic love
Sick of your heartless smiles... 
Sick of sucking up your biles...
Somehow I know you still don't care about me...
You were heedless of my despondency 
There will be a time when I'll run away...from reality's demise
The truth will set you free...and, honey, there's no where to hide 
There's no hole to hop into... don't be afraid, little rabbit...
The light will shun out the darkness and reveal our true color...who will win the future prize? 
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your morbid luck
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your careless doubting 
I'm sick of your crying...
Sick of your lying
I won't listen to your lies
Sick of your voice...sick of your disease
Sick of your dreams and fantasies 
Sick of your love...it wears off on me
Sick of your existence... i wish I could live in pure ecstasy 
Tell me where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my heavenly haven or my sweet, sweet abode 
I'm sick of your plastic love
It's not enough x2...I seek love from up above
There will be a time when I'll escape from the corrupted world...and live another day without a single trace of fear
The truth will set you free...and, honey, there's no where to hide...
There's no hole to hop into...you snooze, you lose, little rabbit dear...
Don't let the night steer you away from the light
Embrace the silence,watch the sunrise with me, and we'll gaze at the small chicks as they take their first flight


~My song is dedicated to a song I love from Evanescence entitled Sick : - ). For the people who don't know Evanescence, look up her songs: Sick, My Heart is Broken, My Immortal, Hello, Lost in Paradise, Haunted, What You Want, Sweet Sacrifice, etc. xDD

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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Destiny and Me

living, loving, caring, and burdens carrying
bearing names, bones, moans, minds ploding
beating hearts, soundless, screaming with pains
aching and wailing,and time drops draining

giving up living, hell is here waiting 
if you stop writing, and then no loving
no aim for steps, it's about down falling
dig your grave, don't let them do it

die like an eagle, majestic and proud
and die far away, from any spying eye
take your sufferings, don't show anyone
be a man, and die where there is noone

whre i need to be is where i stop to be
stop to feel, to breathe, i need eternity
eternal abode where breath is timeless
being youth,and all the pains nameless

what did the words do to me, did they cheer
did they unveil the mystery, did they clear
foggy eyes, start to blur, no vision is seen
no eyes vivid, no smell alert like the eighteen

the glamour is left on the shelves in my pages
glory and romantic story, and pastoral ages
i don't rue the pink young days, but i only rue
the name i bear, so good, but me nothing is true

Copyright © True Feeling | Year Posted 2015

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Just Praising

I'm praising the Lord, will you come and join me,
Praising His name all through the day.
I'm praising the Lord, will you come and join me,
And we will be blessed along the way.

Singing praise to Him just makes me happy,
I know that my prayers He will fulfill.
He is my Father and He loves me,
So I shall always do His will.

Praising the name of the One who loves me,
Jesus, He came to set me free,
I was a sinner on life's highway,
He was the One who showed the way.

Let your praise reach up to heaven,
There it will please the Heavenly Host.
Honest prayer is sure to please Them,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

© Dave Timperley 2012
Sung to the tune of High on a hill stood a lonely goatherd or the Yodel song from The Sound of music.

Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2012