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angst, death, depression, fear, history, life, loss, nature, people, sad, slam, time, war,
death, depression, slam,
Do you know what it's like?
Never wanting to wake up.
What it's like to be laying in bed
With all of these thoughts going through your head
Death. Does it hurt?
Is it like sleeping?
****, It must be great.
The nightmare would end, right?
Can I try it?
I never want to wake up. Please
I'm begging you, just let me sleep.
Because the nightmares I see in my dreams,
They are still more pleasant than this bullshit terror I see when I'm awake.
grief, natural disasters, slam,
Little deviation from the rules
alone or against another
a sudden impact occurs
adventure, angel, beautiful, business, childhood, death, education, fantasy, farewell, freedom, friendship, funeral, funny, growing up, happiness, happy, health, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, passion, patriotic, peace, people, philosophy, slam, social, song, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, time, woman,
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
dark, depression, fear, grief, pain, people, sad, slam, social, sorrow, sorry, stress,
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
Ingrid Showalter Swift
death, life, sexy, slam,
Carbonated sizzle STOP
me ....before I start!
I feel the vrrrroom in the room
take me to your carburetor
drop me into first gear
headed... where? .....Homespun
lowwwwly... throttle neck
Chevy Pick me upper
"you moooove me"
Ferrari makes me starry
lamborghini makes me weak
I am grinding my gears here
there's quakes in my breaks...
been riding the straight down
to volume-ator creator
breaking up the road
gassing up for the mighty miles
till this life us do part
ways to go
to the finish me line
Milan Georges Burovac
cancer, cry, dark, death, health, slam,
finally - we are
time against time
I am only a human
simpler than one instant
of the fragile flesh
of the roaming mind
a walking dead
allah, dedication, depression, natural disasters, nostalgia, recovery from..., science, slam, snow, sympathy,
Poverty grot and grime
Have existed throughout time
A place where intellect and truth cannot shine
All of this is embodied on Isle 49
Segregated due to types and shapes
Men acting like thoughtless apes
Not even allowed to eat the smallest of grapes
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
The occasional safety rail
Offers no protection from the emotional hail
And the sound when Turbo starts to wail
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
The convergence of two great areas
Starting the creation of diseases like Malarias
Reminding me of great operatic arias
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
Oh Iku why have you forsaken me
All I ever wanted was to make you see
That I had one ready.
darnett shimmy yeah
death, life, sad, slam
his dying b r e a t h
Johnson Chidi Okpara
life, slam, sympathy,
Alive and given a destiny
Love of parents was in mutiny
Grew up in a cold slum
Had a choice, every Sunday the church would come
Life was lived on the highway
His spirit died he lived without The Way
He is the "man", but with no brain
Playing stunt on top of a moving train
The devil dashed him the final blow
See his sober dead body like a cat's mew
death, health, introspection, philosophy, slam,
Enslaved by dominance and shackles,
Submissively obedient in silence,
Femme fatales with their modernized slavery,
Man kneels and then bows,
Yielding to remain in servitude,
Controlled by the darkened dominant feminine race.
angst, animals, history, on writing and words, sad, slam, sympathy, me,
Bound by my hands
Bound by my legs
Bound by my waist
Bound by my neck
I can't hear
I can't smell
I can't taste
I can't see
I put everything away and only thought of
What brought me joy.Nor do I want to
Cry leaving my captures to smile about
To gloat,to have that unknown brutal power
Over me which is held in one tear.
My body numb,my heart is stopped,my mind is blank
Is this dying? Why am I paralyzed? Could it be falling a sleep?
These chains are cold but everything is hot.What feeling beside
Pity would become of me?..Be it not grief not sadness not even remorse.
But as I stand up from this seat,I am nothing more then a well mannered
Pup on a tight leash.
childhood, confusion, daughter, death, depression, family, father, fear, forgiveness, funeral, growing up, life, lost love, sad, slam, time, fear,
As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.
I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.
I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.
I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.
Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.
Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.
And now your in the ground where you belong.
( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)
allegory, angst, anniversary, death, faith, loss, lost love, mystery, people, recovery from..., religion, slam, visionary, war,
Bones of rotting timbre mimic
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor
Snide sacrosanct hides under
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at
Wheezing from their throats to
laugh as they choke.
angst, business, confusion, death, education, fear, history, loss, people, philosophy, political, sad, slam, sympathy, urban, war,
Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…
Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…
A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…
The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…
As still so much is lost by all...
animals, caregiving, depression, funny, history, imagination, life, places, recovery from..., sympathy, visionary
< whispers of the wind .........
speak to enchanted sea .........
bp ........ going down
death, depression, sad, slam, song-sorry, thank you,
everywhere i go faces looking
the sad faces
in the wrong places
nowhere to go
still here to haunt me
if you move on
the past stays
a man in my dream
what really happened will be revealed
if i were to lie
i would be in shame
as any human would
after a while you stop thinking
and you just move forward
not knowing what the future holds
but knowing its not good
the horror they live in
the horror of war
the horror of the legends the people start
and the horror of being human
business, confusion, death, depression, life, loss, sad, slam, social, sorryhope,
April 18, 2011
Waiting on the corner
Should we warn her
Of the approaching danger
Like a silent still ranger
She has been caught as a snitch
Out comes the evil, mean witch
We may to her have to slice
Into little pieces we love to dice
With a rock to her neck she will sink
After a while she will begin to stink
And no one will ever know
For through time she will never show
This is a terrible place
Which has fallen from all of God’s grace
We hope we may
Live through the day
And hope to always stay
To live another day
The uniformity of death
Blue and White
Fattened out with pin stripes
Until they did not resemble
A single shred of humanity
A ghost in all but name
Shamed and maimed
Dead behind the eye's and soul
Destined for the showers
Is next to godliness
Meant exactly that
Why place something as beautiful
as a rose
On something as barren as a grave
Why string a symphony
To accompany a bodies soul
When it is finally spent
Better an eerie silence
And a thorny thistle
To accompany on one's journey
To meet thy maker
Good way to die
Which is better ?
Time to watch and accept ?
Taken suddenly ?
To wish farewell however painful
To never have had the opportunity to say goodbye at all