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Best Poems About / On MURDER
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bLoodlEss tHIngs
furnished is ear any beyond dead
world squeals skin and bone die
anything leaf through worship fine
this fabricated universe sweet standing pale
where to alone fades love gassragged and rare
and motionless silence dared
could sing to above
miraculous razorblade love
doodles figit scarring books and poems
and dreams and unseemingly things
scribbles dot dot scribble drone
the sky falls out through your telephone
marching a faceless stride
blots of WAR abbreviate unfounded pride
scribbles dot dot scribble drone
the worldly world raggedly alone
clumsy miracles fist first leap thrown
into ENORMOUS dying immortal loans
murdering wilt and drowning dizzy tones
oblivious>
hideous luminous howish dones
and a million whispering white suns
singing to a million breathinglessly lungs
rugged shadows damned they humm
rugged shadows hide damned in the sun
murdering music
they sing unsung
death dies patiently
and drunken;
the sky is reborn
(4\18\01)
dale garris
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Predictor results
How will you take it after I said told you so?
I think I'll go crazy after I said told you so
No more fucking excuses after this
You know I just won't take no for an answer after this
I will not take a no
Don't don't force
Di-Di-vorce
But I think you've put a spell on me, somehow
Trying to take a hold on me
Your reasoning so unstable
My life now, so unpredictable
Just glimpse in the future seen with a predictor
Cross the fingers and cross the legs
Next time luck, hope for it
Like a thousand and thousand of times before
Murder at the shore?
Murder at the shore?
Alien Zoo
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There Are Those Who Have Known Daily Horrors
THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE KNOWN DAILY HORRORS
I have had a relatively easy life-
There are those who have known daily horrors
Beyond those any human being should ever have to imagine
I think of the last generation of survivors of the Shoah
Slowly dying out now
Taking with them their memories of loved ones murdered before their eyes
Of incredible tortures and cruelty
Of horrible partings and endless humiliations-
I think of these people my fellow Jews
And wonder why God allowed it to happen to them
And what it all means-
I certainly don't know-
I have had a relatively easy life
With of course my own griefs and sorrows and failings
But nothing at all like what they went through -
Oh God what is this whole thing about anyway?
And why did You let the Nazi Germans and their Austrian Polish Lithuanian Slovak Romanian Hungarian Dutch French helpers
Do it to them?
Why families with tens of members murdered
Why the children?
The incredible cruelties and humiliations and horrors
Why?
Shalom Freedman
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