We're down on our knees
Begging you please
For wanting a which way to go
Are you listening at all
Uouve forsaken our call
Oh why is your answer so slow
Chorus
Are we worthy of peace and tranquility
We need but a token from thee
We're not striving for wealth
Just the way things are dealt
Seem a little unfair don't you see
She's tired and she's weary
In truth it's just scarey
Don't know where she'll end up tomorrow
She's black and she's blue
Try'n'a think what to do
As each avenue's led her to sorrow
Chorus
He just wants a house
He'll be quiet as a mouse
You won't even know that he's there
A real fixer-upper
He'll sing for his supper
Now tell him if you think that's fair
Chorus
So if you've a plan
For this ordinary man
Then wont you just, please, let me know
I'll take a yes maybe
For me and my baby
As we wade through the sleet and the snow
Chorus to fade
Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And each Hallows Eve he returns to the site,
Where his body was hung on an old Oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.
He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.
'Twas she who belied his whereabouts,
So he searches for her within and without;
So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.
Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallows Eve.
Now I've said my piece and be takin' my leave.
Sleep my child don’t you fear
God is listening to every prayer
Kneel down beside me bow your head
Recite these prayers till you are dead
Bless this child and keep him safe
From harm and danger and all that’s grave
And take me please within his place
If need be God his saving grace
Times are tough but don’t you cry
God is listening he won’t let you die
The world is scarey people are lost
Do not lose your faith at any cost
I watch over you sweet child of mine
God is listening just give it time
I am here for you forever more
Hold on tight it’s a senseless tour
What speech was free
was lost for Cherry
When Don went bye
for words of tarry
That all his hopes
were wearing poppies
When much too forced
was airing copies
That all his press
was shaming Cherry
For all the years
they claimed him scarey
And all his faith
was down to years
When stars burn out
for Heaven's Jeers
(thank you dear poe for my childhood)
once upon a midnight dreary...
while i pondered weak and weary...
over many an ancient volume of forgotten lore...
suddenly there came a tapping...as of someone gently rapping...
someone gently laughing outside my chamber door...t's the wind i muttered...
laughing at my chamber door...only this and nothing more...scarey lordie lore
stan sand
" For: Swear It Was The Moon Comedy Stage Play"
SCENE- Preparing- to 'Court'
Set Scene- Cell, Main character wearing one thong pacing slowly with hand
on heart periodically shaking, projected image of doll in background, recorded
voice.
"Believe and you shall succeed"
that's a famous motto.
Building up some confidence,
so I can win the lotto...
For court cases are so scarey,
am shaking in my thong.
I must prove with innocent groove,
a cell- I don't belong !
My girlfriend she must miss me,
as "drama" unaware...
She's my doll, my parasol,
blowing up my love-affair.
Really do so miss her,
can't wait to get release.
Was guaranteed my girlfriend-
love will never cease.
Halloweenie, Halloweenie It's, a meany, scarey time
tonight. Children dressed like scarey creatures, wagging features, will
you get home safe all right. Thunder rolling, mind controlling.
Is this what the Goulies do? Wish, Wish get on the disk, it's a scarey time tonight.
What are your dreams
What are your dreams I want to hear.
Are they funny or about money?
Can they be scarey or are the a little hairy?
Do you dream of a car that will take you far?
Do you dream of a girl with those pearls on?
What do you dream of?
How about a dream of how to milk a cow.
If it's funny and not about money how about the Easter bunny.
Is it about someone you care for or a big old bear?
What make you dream of, no one knows but you.
The mystery of vampires seem so dark and scarey
Anything unknown is always a mystery,
They have dark cloaks and sharp white fangs
It seems so sexy as their black bangs,
Their shinny hair is as black as the night
During the day they have to stay out of site,
While sleeping in their luxurious coffins during the day
But, come sun down they have a hunger to feed come what may,
The hunger for human blood becomes such a thirst
Any soul whom comes in to their path becomes cursed,
Once bitten you become one of the night
It is better to accept it than trying to fight,
You are immortal now as long as you keep feeding
Which sadly means there will be a human always bleeding.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Every night I do Dream A lot
Even if I go to sleep with out a thought,
The dreams I have seem so real
Some times they can be scarey and give me chills,
I do have dreams that have come true
If they are bad dreams it makes me blue,
The good dreams I really enjoy
Especially if they all about pure joy,
Even though I remember a lot of what I dream
I can loose so much sleep especially if I am falling in a stream,
I love to dream about loved ones whom have passed
It makes me realize that life goes by so fast,
So if you are a dreamer like me
Embrace it because it is just meant to be.
She invited me into her lavender bath
I'm a ships captain and feeling quite daft
Though I was feeling absurd
I took her at her word
You should see where I moored my craft
With three suitors she could take her pick
The stress and worry was making her sick
She only knew she must marry
Quickly she dumped Tom and Harry
She knew she could not live without Dick.
There was a young lady named Mary
Her huge butt was terribly scarey
She went on a new diet
But please don’t you try it
As its now pert but terribly hairy
26th June 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
You go to Vegas
or the Riviera of France
in your best James Bond suit,
and the women
in their famous slinky
gowns rub their bare
shoulders against you
as you stand at the
table playing Baccarat.
The dealer has dark
flashy eyes but
doesn't care. You just pass.
You tinkle the ice
in your clear vodka drink.
It's a romantic cold,
a scarey worldly cold
that assumes your self-sufficiency.
You are lonely
but that's how you
are supposed to feel,
how you feel most skillfully.
You win, you lose.
The house takes you.
You try to read
the mind of God.
I'm not brave.
Sometimes fear is greater than me.
But I've learned a few things about fear too. Not all bad either .
First and most importantly ,
fear is a survival instinct.
Necessary to respond to threats and dangers.
Positively , fear is a precursor to possibility.
Every great dream is usually a little scarey.
But chasing those dreams also brings about the actualization of those dreams.
Unlimited possibilities follow fears.
Fear builds confidence.
When you do something that scares you, you become stronger.
Self confidence is the result of successfully surviving a risk.
Doing something that scares you makes you stronger.
Each step out of your comfort zone and into fear grows that muscle .
And as that muscle gets stronger, so does your spirit.
One step at a time, stronger with each step.
I'm not brave.
I'm just me.
on this winter nite ,what a fright ,fences brake then of comes the gate.roof tops fall now thats not all.high tides is the river n sea tthis winter is scarey .people left with no homes as the floods cause the danger we call for help from a stranger.awfull time are here wish they would disapere .fires start people dieing so terryfing.all the damage the storm people if u can please stay warm .
Dusk falls light fading
in the half light lives mystery
secrets of the dark
Secrets of the dark
what lurks in deepest night time?
scarey shadows loom
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