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Silence is the enemy,
and at once, my greatest friend.
But when is all this silence,
and my fear to end?

My struggles have been long and hard,
at times, a frantic flight
From the dangers in the darkness,
seeking light.

How does it remain so hard
to reach the point of knowing?
How can this stagnation end,
and my soul rekindle growing?

I know that I am weary, for I feel my loss of light.
That lets the shadows strengthen in my ever ebon night.
The power of my soul to climb above such mortal care
Is fading, taking with it the life within my air.

So, I breathe deep, with passion, savoring the power
That does remain, while I await Death’s appointed hour.
Now comes the dagger, sharp and sleek, quickly from the mist,
And I, from sheer frustration, raise an angry fist.

As onward flies the dagger, toward my heart of stone,
I know my final words will fall in silence, all alone.
And I feel peace, and freedom, as the blade doth come to rest.
Without pain, I shudder, as I spend my final breath.

Too late, I see
that God has dwelt inside of me,
And I, in sin,
launched the blade that now rests in
His heart.

When an Angel gets cast out of heaven in becomes a demon when a demon gets cast out of hell it becomes an angel but what happens when heaven wont take a human and hell pretends not to see what happens to them then?

Spontaeneous poetry
yo you no a tree
thats me no rap to see
just plain po e try

whad up with the hip hop cause
dem rap ers be break ing laws
what da fuck
(chilling like chuck)
it takes a nation of millions to hold us back
but i attack attack attack
like a kamikaze jap jap jap
fall back fall back
before i string you up to da
torture rack
blat blat blat
rap rap rap
poetry poetry poetry
yo know I’s da king
blah blah blah
ya ya ya
ska ska
blah

like elvis said: " thank you very much !"

wasn’t that amazingly stupid !

Hi there, how you doing?
I have a question
A question that pangs my very soul
but I need to know...
Would you?
Could you?
Cry For Me?
Shed a tear upon the midnight sky
So that I may see & also shed a tear...
For Me

Can you cry for me a river
Cry me a river about the perilous plights that fill your heart with despair

Letting the pains from broken promises create a waterfall from your eyes

& the depression from destroyed passions create a streaming flood upon your face

Bellowing your fears & moaning desperately upon a bleeding heart

Would you fall from the pedestal of happiness & joy
To wade along with me among the raindrops of distrust & sorrow

Could you show me the emotions that my soul is incapable of knowing

So I can walk beyond the gates of sadness, hopelessness, & rage

Rip me from the tattered pages of oblivion
& settle my leaking bucket of anguish upon the world

Would you?
Could you?
Cry For Me?

When an Angel gets cast out of heaven in becomes a demon when a demon gets cast out of hell it becomes an angel but what happens when heaven wont take a human and hell pretends not to see what happens to them then?

No i couldn’t cry for you no not even sigh for you
we' re far away from die for you.
it’s all pie in the sky for you.
so the delta is an ocean
mixed with a(n) (e)motion
of the waves as they collide under the starlit sky.
i believe the bible once said the the stars would fall from the sky like the raindrops in your eye.
but the world would be made aknew.
after all.
as to your leaking bucket
i say fuck it
the pedestal is just a mental tool
to raise someone above the rest in truth there is no distrust the very notion rusts in the rain that falls from your eyes like the stars from the skies. And the waterfall of sorrow will be gone tommorrow.
because the ozone is faltering the ice caps are melting, and soon everything will be water as far as the eye can see.
Water water water.
no rain, no waterfalls, no river, just kevin costner’s waterworld and no land to deliver your soul, so you best get used to swimming. because it’s gonna be a water world from now on.

okay that went down stream at the end but still twas aighht

“thank you very much”

That was an amazing poem about the world we live in ,
about the way people are and how they sin ,
the sound of kevin costners waterworld ,
sounds to be very much shit filled
( that didn’t ryhme that well )
huh! If you don’t like it go jump in a well !!
Don’t you go juding me ,
like i am some sort of a bumble bee .
You don’t know anything !!
All your good for is a Summer fling !
UGH leave me alone ,
go fetch a bone .
( someone told me that they are pretty yum
but not good for ya bum )
so that is it my friends ,
this is where the poem bends .
i must now take a bow ,
i have to be off to feed to cow .

COPYRIGHT !!

The Pain, The Anger, The Sorrow Of My Life.
And All Because I Lost A Loving Wife.
I Shed One Tear, I Cried, Then Slept.
But I Awake In This Nightmare, This Secret I’ve Kept.
My Life In Hell, This Nightmare Of Mine.
It’s With Me Always, Until The End Of Time.

OH Jesus fucking Christ your lives cannot be all that bad!

Dogbert said the deepest thing ever.
“It is all a part of the big illusion we perpetuate upon ourselves and which is in turn perpetuated upon us. When we believe we engage the illusion, when we stop believing we shatter the illusion and ourselves in the process because we are part of it."

HAy you guys are good

They say that God only steals pure souls,
They say that your generosity all over pours,
They say that you’re dancing with angels,
They say that your heart is blessed in heavens.

I say that you leaving freezes earth,
I say that your soul is not under dirt,
I say that your heart beats within me,
I say that your blood flows within me,

They say that crying only pains your departure,
They say that mourning empeaches your nurture,
They say that praying washes your sins,
They say that leaving to God rejuvenates your skins,

I say that swallowing my tears only saltens my feels,
I say that screaming only softens my strings,
I say that stabbing never heals,
I say that my injury only peels.

When an Angel gets cast out of heaven in becomes a demon when a demon gets cast out of hell it becomes an angel but what happens when heaven wont take a human and hell pretends not to see what happens to them then?

wicked poem of
google-queen high pro glo rhyming scheme
don’t go judging me like i am some sort of bumble bee!
heavy attitude mixed with sweet honey comb
g-q’s in the rhyming zone
the message is great :
yo pollinate don’t playa hate
but wad up playa’s :
the summer fling
the leave me alone
who’s hating now g-q
is it u ?

best take a bow
feed a cow
chow down

p.s you try and copyright my kevin costner material
i’ll piss in your breakfast cereal.

copyright. xxviixvxvv london 2006.

Ummmm. Yeah

The farther you question, the more they will hate you.

bah..

Etain wrote:

Cid Highwind wrote:
Moderator record hun, ..yada yada yada ..I was talking about, dearest.

Cid - don’t call me “hun” or “dearest” thanks.

Good poems guys. bah and ummmm yeah.
are they haikus ?
you could try
not that i care
yeh.

POETRY NOT RAP PEOPLE! But suit urselfs




Many said I camouflaged it well
Only after discovering
my silent suffering
Silent but never silenced enough
The silent suffering I endured
Alone, leaving what appeared
Silent to be well known within me
Silent and hidden
Silent but not silent enough
The pain exists deep down within me
Silent, never silent I think not
A heart that weeps
Silently weeping in the dark
Hoping no one sees me
Silent, Never
Stomped on, used as a sponge, broken, tugged on, and jerked at
A heart, I do have
And treated as if I have none
A heart that’s far beyond repair
Silent, this is the hearts only way
To cry out
Silent, I think not
Silent, they said I camouflaged it well
My suffering well hidden but
Silent never,
It cries out
Help
But no one seems to hear or see
Only the ones that some how saw
The silent suffering
Silent but never within me
Silent, can’t you see
This is my heart speaking
Help me
Silent, never silence
Silent, I’m suffering

When an Angel gets cast out of heaven in becomes a demon when a demon gets cast out of hell it becomes an angel but what happens when heaven wont take a human and hell pretends not to see what happens to them then?

The rap attacks
the poetry suffers
it still rhymes whether written by sisters
or brothers

in the silence we speak
the rhyme is unique
the syntax comes undone
who heard you if you were silent ?
or silent not all.
just as you said.
but were you listening yourself ?

give me a - B
give me an- J
give me an- A
give me a - R
give me a - N
give me an- E

give ma a - B
give me an- A
give me a - S
give me a - H
give me an- E
give me a - R

This is for you lonliness :

Piss in my breakfast like a farmer ??
Wow you are such a charmer !!
Just jump .. jump jump jump !!
Yes I see you shake that hump !!
Um I do not know exactly what drugs I’m on ,
so I shall go back to just smoking my bong .

So long !!

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