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Voice from the Black
.......b...b
...be...
......bew.....
..b..............
bewa..................
...............bewar............
......b...e.....................w..
...................................r.........
................beware!.............
Don't come down here........
............to dark.............can't see......
...turn back now..............
....no light..............
...............................only darkness........
WARNING!
........................Turn Back Now!
......Don't come down here!
.............................Stay Back!
Only death here.................
..........................
................................only death....
.........nothing here....
.............................nothing!
Stay in the light!
This place......is..
This place is...............hell..
Turn back................!
...be...
......bew.....
..b..............
bewa..................
...............bewar............
......b...e.....................w..
...................................r.........
................beware!.............
Don't come down here........
............to dark.............can't see......
...turn back now..............
....no light..............
...............................only darkness........
WARNING!
........................Turn Back Now!
......Don't come down here!
.............................Stay Back!
Only death here.................
..........................
................................only death....
.........nothing here....
.............................nothing!
Stay in the light!
This place......is..
This place is...............hell..
Turn back................!
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Posted: Aug 2011
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~the block~
My mind, it races at full rpm
To write to a thought, no beginning no end
It all gets deleted, written words I can"t flow
Heads not on task to the thought that I know.
My mind starts to plunder
Where it can't get a grip
The feeling is raw
The paper has zip!
Like the surface is scratched
Of a bottomless pit
Try as I may
Not a word, cannot Fit.
Like I'm stuck in a box
That has six panes of glass
On the other side sits
My poetic self fix.
I swim through the air
As I try to break free
To render my thought's
To write, write like me.
But I'm stuck in a box of six panes a glass
Where the think that I thought
Of the thought that I knew.
Needs to script onto paper for me and for you~
~Bentlee~
To write to a thought, no beginning no end
It all gets deleted, written words I can"t flow
Heads not on task to the thought that I know.
My mind starts to plunder
Where it can't get a grip
The feeling is raw
The paper has zip!
Like the surface is scratched
Of a bottomless pit
Try as I may
Not a word, cannot Fit.
Like I'm stuck in a box
That has six panes of glass
On the other side sits
My poetic self fix.
I swim through the air
As I try to break free
To render my thought's
To write, write like me.
But I'm stuck in a box of six panes a glass
Where the think that I thought
Of the thought that I knew.
Needs to script onto paper for me and for you~
~Bentlee~
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
hmmmmmm a bit of writer's block at work lol. Cheers everyone.
Separate
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Im not sure that I have been myself
Oh well now what do I do?
When I look in the mirror and I see my face
I see you were never there for me
23 years have passed, but now that time has gone
You were who I believed in
Now look what youve done to me
Realize what youve done to US!
Well now that I think about it
It has always been you, about you
Now its just F*#k you!
Exit my mind as I feel my life come shivering
all through out my body.
My walls have been crumbling, tearing out everything
Its my fault I made this
Now I can destroy this
I can kill you!
The bull sh%#@ter, the lower denominator
Thorn in my spine, I uplift my eyes
As I stumble upon this new life Im finding
Your walls have been crumbling,I'm tearing down everything
Your broken machine helped destroyed this
Now I must rebuild it
Im not sure that I have been myself
Oh well now what do I do?
When I look in the mirror and I see my face
I see you were never there for me
23 years have passed, but now that time has gone
You were who I believed in
Now look what youve done to me
Realize what youve done to US!
Well now that I think about it
It has always been you, about you
Now its just F*#k you!
Exit my mind as I feel my life come shivering
all through out my body.
My walls have been crumbling, tearing out everything
Its my fault I made this
Now I can destroy this
I can kill you!
The bull sh%#@ter, the lower denominator
Thorn in my spine, I uplift my eyes
As I stumble upon this new life Im finding
Your walls have been crumbling,I'm tearing down everything
Your broken machine helped destroyed this
Now I must rebuild it
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Something from a more adolescent time Im 34 now.losing a daughter lead to drinking, drugging ,and anger that lead to growing up.I wrote this not sure if Id post it, but why not? May not be Hotel California but these were my own demons and devices I had to overcome.
Morbid thoughts ... Why?
We are but an awaiting shore to be washed out by the stormy sea,
An insignificant human that’s what we be!
An insect, a bug that crawls or flies,
Who only lingers on earth and then surely dies!
A flickering star that was born up in the sky,
Which flickers out and we do not know why!
We cannot fathom or reason why,
Why were we put on this earth to die?
Darkness and shadows play their game,
But all of life’s mysteries remains the same!
Dust to dust is what they say,
Just you wait for that awful day!
In a box you must go,
And why it happens you will never know!
They cross your arms across your chest,
And close it’s lid, for you are no better then the rest!
When it’s the death keepers time, this I know,
I’d rather stay upon this earth because I don’t really want to go!
Poem of Morbid Procrastination
By
JimEee
An insignificant human that’s what we be!
An insect, a bug that crawls or flies,
Who only lingers on earth and then surely dies!
A flickering star that was born up in the sky,
Which flickers out and we do not know why!
We cannot fathom or reason why,
Why were we put on this earth to die?
Darkness and shadows play their game,
But all of life’s mysteries remains the same!
Dust to dust is what they say,
Just you wait for that awful day!
In a box you must go,
And why it happens you will never know!
They cross your arms across your chest,
And close it’s lid, for you are no better then the rest!
When it’s the death keepers time, this I know,
I’d rather stay upon this earth because I don’t really want to go!
Poem of Morbid Procrastination
By
JimEee
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Posted: Aug 2011
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I WANNA SEE YOU
CAN I SEE THE SEE
CAN I FEEL THE FEEL
CAN I TOUCH THE TOUCH
CAN I SMELL THE SMELL
CAN I HEAR THE HEAR
SEE WHO IS LOOKING AT YOU?
CAN YOU FEEL TOO?
WILL YOU TOUCH BACK?
IF YOU HEAR THEN WHY NOT SPEAK?
TO SEE,FEEL, TOUCH, SMELL, HEAR
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CAN I FEEL THE FEEL
CAN I TOUCH THE TOUCH
CAN I SMELL THE SMELL
CAN I HEAR THE HEAR
SEE WHO IS LOOKING AT YOU?
CAN YOU FEEL TOO?
WILL YOU TOUCH BACK?
IF YOU HEAR THEN WHY NOT SPEAK?
TO SEE,FEEL, TOUCH, SMELL, HEAR
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
WHO IS LOOKING AT US.....
Death's Army
Woe to thee,Liberty cries her children dies,
A time of Omen fortold not once or twice,
Fools, see Death has brought forth it's vast armies,
Bewarn the gifts of Hell has been presented.
Within the sight of the eerie moon,
Will cast the worst holocaust soon,
The choking Darkness of the night,
Thy Serpents on a midnight flight.
In the days of Miracles the prohecy fortell,
The great siege on earth from mighty hell,
Fate strike when caution is nigh,
Faith heals when compassion is high.
The time is now,
To save your soul,
Rise and face your fears,
Sing and praise,
Salvation is near.
A time of Omen fortold not once or twice,
Fools, see Death has brought forth it's vast armies,
Bewarn the gifts of Hell has been presented.
Within the sight of the eerie moon,
Will cast the worst holocaust soon,
The choking Darkness of the night,
Thy Serpents on a midnight flight.
In the days of Miracles the prohecy fortell,
The great siege on earth from mighty hell,
Fate strike when caution is nigh,
Faith heals when compassion is high.
The time is now,
To save your soul,
Rise and face your fears,
Sing and praise,
Salvation is near.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Time to repent
Distant Memory
Fire runs through my veins
And pain twists and turns
No matter where I run or hide
It always seems to find me
On my knees I pray to what?
Something must be out there
I know not is it god or what
Maybe some universal spirit
Seems that whatever is out there
Does not pay attention
For on it goes this pain
Heartache and awful loneliness
Into the void I shout my agony
Silence is all that to me returns
Silence so loud it deafens me
Now I know I am alone
Tears that drip upon the ground
Are gone to show no passing
Will I be like my salty tears
Nothing, not even a memory
Mind's eye sees the tracks
And blood slowly welling
Has it come to this? no hope
No pain and no redemption
A sign I ask, just a sign
To set feet in different direction
I wait in vain for no-one cares
Not even the so called almighty
And as my life slowly drains
A mantle of peace surrounds me
Finally this awful pain
This pain becomes a distant memory
And pain twists and turns
No matter where I run or hide
It always seems to find me
On my knees I pray to what?
Something must be out there
I know not is it god or what
Maybe some universal spirit
Seems that whatever is out there
Does not pay attention
For on it goes this pain
Heartache and awful loneliness
Into the void I shout my agony
Silence is all that to me returns
Silence so loud it deafens me
Now I know I am alone
Tears that drip upon the ground
Are gone to show no passing
Will I be like my salty tears
Nothing, not even a memory
Mind's eye sees the tracks
And blood slowly welling
Has it come to this? no hope
No pain and no redemption
A sign I ask, just a sign
To set feet in different direction
I wait in vain for no-one cares
Not even the so called almighty
And as my life slowly drains
A mantle of peace surrounds me
Finally this awful pain
This pain becomes a distant memory
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
Was taking a walk on the dark side to see where it would lead me.S.O.L.I.T.A.I.R.E.
S.mile at what you've done to me
O.vercome by sanity
L.ament at your joy
I.t is for a foy
T.read assure my pristine
A.lbeit you tread on my dream
I.mprevious to all desire
R.each out 'till you grasp the hollow
E.mbracing your fuelless fire
O.vercome by sanity
L.ament at your joy
I.t is for a foy
T.read assure my pristine
A.lbeit you tread on my dream
I.mprevious to all desire
R.each out 'till you grasp the hollow
E.mbracing your fuelless fire
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
IT WAS A 3 PART INSPIRATION - I WROTE IT SHORTLY AFTER READING "He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven" by W.B. Yeats - HENCE THE REFERENCE WHICH REMINDED ME OF MY X-GF, (WHICH I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER FOR ALL OF HER QUALITIES); AND MY LITTLE INGENUOUS SELF FOR AS THE PART 3 OF INSPIRATION (NOT TO SAY MY-ULTIMATELY-NAIVE-SELF) FORTUNATELY EVERYTHING WEN'T REALLY REALLY BAD FOR HER, AFTER A WHILE, WHICH COMFORTED ME (BUT JUST A TINY LITTLE BIT)THIS IS MY WAY TO TELL HER, WHEREVER SHE MIGHT BE NOW,THAT SHE'S A SILLY LITTLE BEE
IN HATING MEMORY TO YOU - GOOD RIDDANCE LOVE!-)
HOPE U'LL ENJOY
Tomorrow the Sun Might Return
Yesterday I felt I was on top of the world
It would seem that nothing could go wrong
Or so I thought, you know famous last words
The sun so bright, a gentle cooling breeze
Enough to dry the sweat upon my brow
There I sat and watched the sea roll in
The white caps merrily chasing one another
Like colts chasing each other cross the meadow
And then they would crash upon the shore
With each attempt getting closer to me
And there I sat, with beer in hand
It seemed the world my oyster
That was yesterday, before I went to bed
I woke up to a dull, grey, sunless day
No songs of birds that I could hear
Just a nerve wracking screeching of something
Some type of bird, I know not what
Nor do I really care, it's all the same
It seemed that while I slept despair rained down
It soaked me, covered me from head to toe
Despair oozed out of my every pore
My life had gone the way of the outhouse
Utter despair, like the very depths of hell
I wished my life, it was no life, would end
Every sound I heard was dull and lifeless
Food was dreary, lifeless and without taste
Why even the very air that I breathed
Tasted like it had passed through a crypt
With the rotten stench of death on it
You could almost taste the flesh eating maggots
The walls, the walls that I had come to love
Whispered to me, what good are you
No-one wants you, end it now, no-one cares
And yet, I still cling to life with finger tips
Not quite ready, not yet, still hanging on
For who knows, tomorrow the sun might return
It would seem that nothing could go wrong
Or so I thought, you know famous last words
The sun so bright, a gentle cooling breeze
Enough to dry the sweat upon my brow
There I sat and watched the sea roll in
The white caps merrily chasing one another
Like colts chasing each other cross the meadow
And then they would crash upon the shore
With each attempt getting closer to me
And there I sat, with beer in hand
It seemed the world my oyster
That was yesterday, before I went to bed
I woke up to a dull, grey, sunless day
No songs of birds that I could hear
Just a nerve wracking screeching of something
Some type of bird, I know not what
Nor do I really care, it's all the same
It seemed that while I slept despair rained down
It soaked me, covered me from head to toe
Despair oozed out of my every pore
My life had gone the way of the outhouse
Utter despair, like the very depths of hell
I wished my life, it was no life, would end
Every sound I heard was dull and lifeless
Food was dreary, lifeless and without taste
Why even the very air that I breathed
Tasted like it had passed through a crypt
With the rotten stench of death on it
You could almost taste the flesh eating maggots
The walls, the walls that I had come to love
Whispered to me, what good are you
No-one wants you, end it now, no-one cares
And yet, I still cling to life with finger tips
Not quite ready, not yet, still hanging on
For who knows, tomorrow the sun might return
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
Please do not think that there is anything wrong with my life...I thank all who are concerned but I am merely trying to take a walk down the dark side of life...thank you all my friendsWidow
Thin
Thread
Spider
Hang
Eating
Up
Her
Mate
You
Look
So
Good
In
Black
My
Darling
Thread
Spider
Hang
Eating
Up
Her
Mate
You
Look
So
Good
In
Black
My
Darling
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
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