Best In The Black Poems
She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.
The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.
Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.
Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
never go back to being simple nor plain.
Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
no gain, and living life in vain.
Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as
being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.
The Other Head in the Black Hills
By Elton Camp
It began to be carved in 1948
For completion there’s no date
Crazy Horse is the man’s name
Of the Lakota, he’s one of fame
When the villain Custer came to kill,
Crazy Horse, Custer’s guts did spill
Because Custer came with greed
“Both your land and gold I do need.”
He thought Crazy Horse would run
The Indian fought when under the gun
The battle was once “Custer’s Last Stand”
As if the boy general did something grand
Courage and determination were misread
Shortly, Custer and his troops all lay dead
If Custer, instead, had got his way
Thousands would have died that day
But is this carving the right thing to do?
Those who criticize are not just a few
And it continues to be hotly debated
Whether the hills are being desecrated
(in memory of "Black")
Another soul has left this lonely place,
A place without end,
A time that will not stand still,
With one shot
She left this world as an unknown
Just another number,
Jotted down in the book of time
And thus gone in the black of night.
(c) 1994, 2004
Life Itself Cannot Die!!!!!!! If Life died it would not be itself who is "LIFE". God has "Never Died". God leads us to "Eternal Life". God leads "The Christian" to "Jesus Christ",and "Jesus Christ" leads us who are "Christians " to "God" who is "The Father" of "Life"! The "Only Begotten Son Of "The Living GOD"! We who believe in "The Living God who is "Creator Of "All Life"continues our "Journey to Immortality as we enter into the place that is called"Eternity!!!!"Eternal Life" or "Eternal Damnation"with "Mercy and Grace and Love to determine what will be "The Eternal Destination"!There will be "Mercy and Grace" given in "Every Situation"! Life Cannot Die! If life died it "Would Not Be Life"!"God Has Never Died! I serve a living "GOD"! "Overcome your "FATE",and fulfill your "DESTINITY"in "LIFE",because it really is there in "A Child" who is "Born With ""The Spirit Of God Inside Of Them At Birth"!Do you realize "The Child Inside Of You " keeps you "Alive",and is more valuable than anything on this "Earth"? Judgement Day,Judgement Day, for "The Christian",The Jew,The Buddist,The Muslim,The Athiest,"The Racist","The Hater",The Dectiful Love Prophet,The False Prophet,will see what is there for us all in "Eternity"!Do you think that I should say more? Will you "Volunteer" "To Be A Part Of something Beautiful that is "Inside Of You",and Me" so that "Freedom,Love,Liberty,Compassion,Empathy,and "Justice can free you and me? We who are "Logical" realize that "Life Cannot Die"!!!!! If "Life Died It Would Not Be Life.Be Ye "NOT" "Conformed",but"Be Ye Transformed By The Renewing of your living Mind to living life that the "Living God"who is "Creator" "Created. "Eternity cannot be "Finite":There are "Stars Beyond "The Black Wholes that we see in "Outer Space"! We would like to have the "Ability to see "Beyond The "Black Wholes that we see in "Outer Space"!I realize that we being finite are trying to see through the "Black Wholes",in "Outer Space".The "Black Wholes In Outer Space"are "The spaces that we have not learned to "SEE Through",and that is the "Definition of "A Black Whole"! The definition of a "Black Whole" has been defined by a "POET"! this should go down into "History",because it is "NO LONGER" a mystery!
Dedicated to my friend Jordan
Things always seem to fade
Fade into the grey
And it makes me wonder
Where is the color
In this world of black and white
Where is the color
It makes me wonder
You say I’m ignorant
For what I believe
There can’t be a God
In all the bullsh** lies
But what if
Just think of this
There’s a bigger plan than what you
See
So many questions
Go unanswered
So many things go unsaid
We go through these motions
Never questioning what we see
While there’s scars on our wrists
There’s a devil on my shoulder
Whispering to me
Reminding me of the pain inside
This life’s a battle
We search for the angel
On the other side
But the demon screams
You are nothing
You say I’m ignorant
For what I believe
There can’t be a God
In all the bullsh** lies
But what if
Just think of this
There’s a bigger plan than what you
See
I refuse to believe
That there’s nothing after this
We go through this life
Fighting to survive
There must be a point to this
I know I’m human
And I know I’ll always fail
Though I give it my best
I know I need His grace
If I’ll make it to another night
You say I’m ignorant
For what I believe
There can’t be a God
In all the bullsh** lies
But what if
Just think of this
There’s a bigger plan than what you
See
His grace he freely gives
His blood was spilt for me
I still wonder why
Cause I knew I deserved to die
I will give you my heart
And all you ask of me
Cause I know home is in front of me
My mansion up in the skies
Heaven’s gates are opened wide
You say I’m ignorant
For what I believe
There can’t be a God
In all the bullsh** lies
You say I’ll do my best
To get great and famous
Be loved by so many
Become a memory
But then you die
What next?
"Seduction in the Black Out Days"
Love wrapped its long legs around me
Brought me closer to so much more
in the Light I breathed in your fever
you touched me inside planted your
hard heated mind and seeded me
wanting so much more,
the pulling towards
the rising, the calling
a little death thrilled me
away in the morning
Seduction in the Black Out Days
Long distance riding your cool cerebral waves
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Heroist” / Apparat
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LYRICS / "Heroist"
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IN THE BACKSTREETS OF MY MIND
Loud crowd of feeling
in the black streets of my mind
failing to revolt
jumbled, bewildered, confused
random, but in plenitude.
Some ask to aggress,
some advice just to forget,
better to ignore.
Some insist to take bold step,
not to indulge or endure.
When I myself fail
to tackle wicked liar,
nasty betrayer,
if the being gets suffering,
I rejoice, ‘Rightly served’!
Strong emotive urge
sometimes don’t bother at all,
ready to confront.
Yet compulsive helplessness
expect revenge by Nature.
09/26/19
'In The Back Streets Of My Mind' Contest by Silent One.
I look long at the girl in the black frame,
she is me some odd years ago, not that many;
I wish that I could find her again.
She looks so tranquil leaning there,
on that dappled maple tree in the summer;
her eyes are piercing me.
I still reflect that same aura as in the photograph,
it is all in the deepness of the eyes;
the years have only added to the depth of pain,
buried deep, deep within;
I wish I could find this girl again.
I lost her somewhere in the map of my life . . .
________________________
September 27, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/ The Girl in the Black Frame
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1065-395-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
I lost me somewhere in the map of my life,
yes, I still have the flawless ivory skin;
lips of cherry pink stained,
there is more pain in my eyes reflected.
I feel that I could reach out and touch,
the girl in the frame;
brush my finger on her velvet skin and hair,
I want to hold her to my heart;
tell her that I love her and miss her,
to keep her always this girl in the frame;
but the wheels of time grind on and on.
And with not a care,
for aura's that years decay;
I wish I could turn back the clock of time.
And find this girl in the frame,
that was me;
bring her to the here and now,
but, she only dwells in my memory now;
and in the black wood frame,
___________________________
September 27, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/The Girl in the Black Frame/Part Two
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1065-393-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The Unknown Woman in the black dress
Her blonde hair laying over her shoulder
The dress complimented her tan, toned legs
Her black heels with bling on her ankle strap
Almost definitely protecting her beautiful, painted toes
The things I should have said when u turned to me
The naughty thoughts that rushed to my mind
The Unknown Woman in the black dress
U know how beautiful u r
I could tell that by the way u wore that black dress & heels
Ur eyes tell a man all he needs to know
Ur beauty in that black dress could bring an average man to his knees
Watching u walk was like moving art
Thoughts of lifting that dress came to mind
The Unknown Woman in the black dress
Ur sex appeal is undeniable
The shape of ur legs
Regret filled my brain as u left my bar
Things I should have said & done
Words that were never spoken
All this she will never know....
All this......
For the Unknown Woman in the black dress
The train time is set
She should be here by now
The long coats at the far end
Sense a meeting here and now
The ticket in the hand
Was her last chance to run from all this
The coffee in the cup sealed her fate with no goodbye kiss!
The ticket drowned in the black and ground!
she is too late - he cannot wait around!
A change into new clothes left in the cubicle behind the bar
Is she on the run? Is she underground? Has she gone too far?
The secrets stolen no one will ever know what she found.
He must now escape from this new surveillance all around.
He must walk a way from this scene always to know
He could not help the courageous woman - he just had to let her go.
A person in the black
Seen in the dark
The thing he lack
Known to be the pain of crack
He went moving in street
For the blood
He want to drink that blood in the concrete
Above the flood
Then he saw a girl
Whom he never tried to hurt
He controlled himself
With the great comfort
Finally he fell in love with that girl
And the girl too
But the time arises
When the truth should have to revealed
The girl knows his all truth
But she remained calm
What was that reason
That she remained
That reason was her true love
That she not broken up with him
By actually knowing the truth
That he is a vampire.
A person in the black
That was seen in the dark
Become happy now
With his wife who converted him in a good vampire.
in the black of night
a still silence weighs heavy
o'er the lonely heart
When ready I was to surrender,
unconditional, and to Death, no less,
then caught my rising head a lighter shade than dark.
An impossible phenomenon,
amongst these always gathering, ever-permeating devils.
The throng of suffocating blackness parted - You who would die too: Hark!
For there in the eternal night, flickered actual light!
Where no light belonged, it nonetheless existed.
Softly at first, then brighter still,
until I cried out, as joyfully my eyelids blistered!
An angel, surely, I first thought it to be,
but no! A mere man but blessed and cursed like me!
Smiling, but fighting the devils, like did I, once,
until no light, or breath in my chest, was left coming free.
And Skadi had her way much snow today
Imparted volunteer job hopes soar high.
Each Thor’s day , a shining star in a black sky
Orange in my throat and gob smacked, what to say?
And never let the blighters beat you down
And the sawbones mention you cannot heal .
And show them I work with plenty of zeal
I am cook too at the depot uptown.
The doctors state see you are strong ,
We think you are weak ,die in a care home.
My star is dimming do I fight or take flight?
My job like an void vessel I felt dead
This must be the rehabs typical syndrome
Hard to feud with sawbones reason-they’re right
My mood tastes like bad lime pulled down by dread.