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David W Clare Dec 2014
Aka
The Hang mans Rap     Ghost Town Version and Mix    

By, David John Clare

Take off this noose, Im on the loose, like a double deuce spruce-goose
Your gallows is to shallow for me, its only for your own in home abuse
Dont crush my hand, cuz you cant understand the plan
She and me need to be free, Mr. Law man
Shes not your daughter, dont doubt her, Ill dote her, Miss Senorina, with my *** gun
Give us water and feed, we're the Wild West creed, of a new century seed
So concede and give heed, were gone like a tumble-****, off to breed
Like a slow-blizzard-breeze, get on yours knees please, you cant seize these mysteries
Hangmans Rap, (its the hangmans rap)
Hangman Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
Hangman Rap, (the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack yall
Im hanging out at the beech, far from your long arm reach, Ill be back cuz Im planning my attack, like a One Eyed Jack, Marlon Brando cant be catched, no deputy dog can claim my ******, so watch out when you fall thru own hatch
Ma Baker and sons, like the undertaker, are the new setting sun, movers and shakers
Annie get your gun, were on the run, get on your high horse, were born to run, break every law like a saloon-brawl, here come the Sheriff after us all y'all...
Hangmans Rap, (the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
Hangmans Rap, (the hangmans rap)
Hangman Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack yall
(Marlin Brando cant be catched)
Loving like we cant be dead in a Western ghost-town, its all your head, give us this day our daily butter and bread, its like I said move slick or live in club Fed...

Gun powder blast, shattered glass, Im riding the range like a social-outcast, were on the run, having fun, you tub o-guts, Ill grab my scatter gun....  so hide the girls, Im heading for the hills, no thanks doc, I aint taking no pills, what you want from me? my whole life history? Or, a bottle of wine of Dubonnet on this Valentines Day, dont act stupid, go ask cupid to shoot you with his arrow in the court room with a Clarence Darrow, stay on the straight and narrow, its a harrowing call, to be a Too Tall Jones, outlaw yall
Hangmans Rap, (yeah, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangman rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
(Marlin Brando cant be catched)
Hangmans Rap, (the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, it's  hangman rap, like a One-Eyed Jack yall

Heed to the call, the-call-of-the-wild, Im the blazing-trail child on the way to my home on the range, some think Im strange, no matter at all, Im the lonesome-ranger, trying to avoid all kindsa danger, thats all
Hangmans Rap, (tiss, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangman rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack                                                             ­                                           
Hangman Rap, (oh, the hangmans rap)
Hangman Rap, its hangmans rap, like some **** One-Eyed Jack yall

So, get back from me, Im on a quest and where I go you cant plainly see I aint no toy, try to catch a glimpse of the real vision in me, ok cowboy?
Hangmans Rap, (yes, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack

Hangman Rap, (just, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, ****! a One-Eyed Jack yall

Im hanging out at the beach, far from your long arm reach, Ill be back cuz Im planning my attack, like a One Eyed Jack, Marlon Brando cant be catched
Hangmans Rap, (do the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
Hangmans Rap, (****, that hangmans rap)
Hangman Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack yall

Take off this noose, Im on the loose, like a double deuce spruce-goose
dem gallows is to shallow for me, its only for your own in home use
Hangman Rap, (wo, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangman rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack
Hangman Rap, (yeow, the hangmans rap)
Hangmans Rap, its hangmans rap, likes a One-Eyed Jack yall
There he go

D. Clare   Clairvoyant Music/BMI     copyright in Perpetuity      all rights reserved
For Marlon Brando
Jenay Breden Oct 2013
The cretens slipping through the trees
Nooses wound tight for the hangmans head
The angels weep n **** their guns
Fire charring the vocal strings of the innocent
Comparing battle scars to shooting stars
Its all in desperate wishing
Desire for their fallen deeds
Dragging steel shovels at their heels
Claiming bragging rights for dead dreams
Slow destruction of the spider webs
A delicately demolished reality
Those trapped at hells gates are singing sinfully.
Taken from a restless night
Images crawling in my sight
Mysterious touch of icy fingers
Every dark thought that now lingers
Left shivering, something there
Each heart beat, terror shall share
Shadows moving within my head
Skin is tingling with a fear to shed

Night holds something, evil waiting
In deepest threat, now anticipating
Growing visions of the unholy we know
Having nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Ticking manic laughing of the clock
Murderous beasts, my screams they mock
Answers never come, no mercy only misery
Rats scuttle in corners, showing no pity
Endless searching to find some hope
Suddenly comes Death with a hangmans' rope
copyright Chris Smith 2011
DieingEmbers May 2013
Is this it?

is this all?

just getting up
each time we fall...

afraid to live
too scared of death
****** by both
by ev'ry breath

no hangmans noose
no guillotine
just the bitter taste
of the end unseen

the open grave
headstone unsigned
as time runs out
and underlined

farewell goodbye
let's part our ways
and dream once more
the end of days
IsReaL E Summers May 2015
I stumbled Herr by "happenstance"
I saw a heart, tho at a glance
Placed under dier circumstance.
Fear the foe bestowing woe
Goodbye,the hangmans noose.
You count the cost & all is lost
That sinking won't let loose.
But without fear, there's lessons here!
And joy from wisdom without tears.
...

Now Hope it holds you near.
A frightening blow, he can bestow,
But angels will appear.
Just close your eyes, and lie inside,
The Truth, that holds no lies.
The fear of death, is without rest...
When God is left behind.
I was reading random poetry the other day, and some girls poem really made me feel deep empathy. I'm very sorry that I can't give a shout out, but nevertheless... you inspired me to write this so... whoever that was... thankyou.  
Keep writing. Keep believing.
^-^
They say lifes short
But this is a lie
It's the longest thing you'll do
Till the day that you die
It's all about choices
You win some you lose
Depends on the pathways
The routes that you choose
This poems not to scare you
Or keep you in line
It's to encourage  enjoyment
Of all of your time
I hate poems that rhyme
Like old mother goose
Or wrap up to cleanly
Like olde hangmans noose
So from this here poem
Take what you will
Or continue your own path
Which can be such a thrill
And with this last thought
I bid thee good bye
They say life is short
But this is a lie
NeroameeAlucard Dec 2014
Let's take a trip back in time to when I was still young
naive bit smart, hyper and dumb
I was about 4 years old and on christmas that year I got a bike
when simmer rolled around it was time to learn to ride
So my cousins and I went to the park across the street
we started off slow, I learned to balance on my feet
I started rolling with support, two hands then 1
I was cocky like a spring loaded gun

So my cousin suggested that I do one run by myself
I thought "I can do this now I don't need any help!"
So my cousin pushed me and I started to ride
I lost my balance and into the air I did fly
I landed in the grass but I knocked my two front teeth loose
I was crying like an innocent man headed for the hangmans noose

Several weeks later, after I calmed down
after I got my bandaids for my scabs from that mean old ground
my cousin who at the time was pursuing a career in dentistry
decided I would become his first vict- I mean patient, yes young innocent me.

So he pulled my teeth out, by hand I might add
I did stop playing with them, of that most were glad
but here's something I'll probably tease them about until I'm in my grave
those teeth he pulled out? didn't come back in until the first grade.
Yes this story is the unvarnished truth
Dean Jones Apr 2011
My shadows seem a garden
             of eerie delights
sensibilities run naked through
    forests of dark understandings,
fierce rhythms crack between my eyes
         - the silence of worlds.
My simplest ramblings a no-mans land
accessible only by virtue and touches
                                    of insanity..
My laughter the tread of the devil
       come to sanction souls.
My restlessness, a pit.
My misery a vein of gold, rich and
                                    buried deep.
My music, a ghost piano swinging
                      from the hangmans noose.
My vision, forever caught in your smile

         My time,
        that part of the night
        only attainable by invitation
Them shabby,greedy,grasping grabby gits what sits on Whitehall's seats gives me the heebies
what with all them bleeding freebies it beats me what we has them for,it's sods own law but them lot there don't give a flying monkeys,they just don't care for the likes of me and you,
but it's me and you what makes them rich and still the greedy buggers itch for more and more,
a case of Orwell's nineteen eighty four and there's no ragged trousered philanthropists anymore,the score being, them one and us nil and the swines send us the ****** bill and if you haven't got the readies it's off to beddy byes up hangmans hill,
them ******* will
get you in the end,bend you to their way of thinking,put holes in you until you're sinking and throw you a promissory note,does **** float?
I think not
but I think it's what we get and all they've got,
it's a right old liberty with the men at the thin end of the ministry and the fat cats get them rats to batten us down.

Out of town it gets no better,they google  and with the letter of the law move in to nick you,it makes me sick,an Englishman's home should be his castle not the knocking shop for them what has to hassle,but
it's in the doings and when the doings become undone, we see it now with the knife and the gun
and that's no fun.neither is the sharp end of the stick they **** and poke us with,
it's donkeys and dogs and the laps of the gods and we sit and drink tea when the clock strikes three
because we're all a little crazy,
a teensy off key,
we have to be
to survive.
Steve Jun 2018
Today I am broken, today I have died, I've shattered under the crippling weight of consciousness, crushed under the pressure of insatiable living, love is the creator and the destroyer, I died trying to live, I lost trying to win, destruction of reality, a fever dream of dispair, ungodly depression, dared to fail, tormenting my soul, grief laughs as I suffer, the stare of perpetuating madness, the touch of seething insanity, Icey cold breathe of death on my neck, I am changed, I am lost, when will my resurrection come for I am gone, dreams buried in shallow graves, love gave me life, love took it away, love baptized me under the beacon of hope, nourished by the hands of gods, love gave me reason, love gave me the rope, the hangmans noose, I starve and rot in a sea of wasted existence, a cesspool of deception, demons tearing my flesh, my bleeding heart, my crying eyes, lost in pain, the dead shall never rise
River man takes his journey
through mearending reeds,
he's  got truth in his pocket
a diary of promises unsated.
For a shilling he take you to
hangmans corner,
a place to clear your head,
for a throw of the dice
he show you
the secret of life itself,
but beware of his wry smile!
Rebecca Lynn May 2018
Broken glass, shattered mirror,
a house with a creaky door,
and with creaky floors.

I could hear footsteps down the hall,
but I know that I’m alone.
Next then I know an object would fall,
then I knew I was being haunted in my own home.

I looked in the mirror and it just cracked,
but nothing hit it.
I’m stilling trying to gain my confidence back,
trying to get past —

Broken glass, shattered mirror,
a house with a creaky door,
and with creaky floors.

But this haunting is still there,
as I watched my valuable glass collection fly across the room.
I knew I had to get out of there,
I knew I had to get out of that house soon.

As the stair creak as I leave,
a hangmans noose appeared out of nowhere.
My head was caught in a trap.
I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t breathe.
My body was lifted off the ground as I was running,
with my legs still moving trying to get free,
my spirit left my body, and suddenly I could breathe.

No longer was I haunted by my past.
I was being haunted by freedom.
Avestani Sep 2018
Bounty the heads of the stoic and strong
Cold to the bone though you know you are wrong
Laughing with the glee at the suff'ring of others
Too bad that's not how you steal others lovers
Pressure so mighty that surely you've cracked
Sanity so broken its not coming back
Building, surmounting, you idle for pleasure
But race for a chance to claim its just good measure
Butcher and glutton a swine is your pride
Taking, not giving, they plead with their eyes
Empty the pockets and open the wine
The blood, when it rains
Does it blind your eyes?
Stolen, unbroken, and reforged to mount
Seldom dispensing the justice you tout
Guilty or not,  they all face the swing
Star-crossed lovers? You'll let them sing
Tender words dance,  at his faithful breath
Knowing a sin he never could commit
Oh how you laughed? Mocked him with glee
Burning and lynching is enjoyed in degrees
Torment inside and you long for the gallows
The home that you've known since your loves been so shallow
Your stricken with glee when the families flee
And maddened with haste when the court files a case
Your only friends are those who shall end
A hangmans brittle heart, formed to a boulder
No regrets in killing no penchant to set free
"It's following orders" now "It's truly me."

— The End —