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What She Said

What she said :
How come someone hasnt noticed
That Im dead
And decided to bury me ?
God knows, Im ready !
La-la-la ...
What she said was sad
But then, all the rejection shes had
To pretend to be happy
Could only be idiocy
La-la-la ...
What she said was not for the job or
Lover that she never had
Oh ...
No no no ...
What she read
All heady books
Shed sit and prophesise
(it took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
What she read
All heady books
Shed sit and prophesise
(it took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
What she said :
I smoke cos Im hoping for an
Early death
And I need to cling to something !
What she said :
I smoke cos Im hoping for an
Early death
And I need to cling to something !
No no no no ...

song performed by by Smiths
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Rubber Ring / What She Said

Yeah !
What she says :
"how come someone hasn't noticed
That i'm dead
And decided to bury me ?
God knows, i'm ready !"
La-la-la ...
What she said was sad
But then, all the rejection she's had
To pretend to be happy
Could only be idiocy
La-la-la ...
What she said was not for the job or
Lover that she never had
No no no ...
What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesise
(it took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
What she read
All heady books
She'd sit and prophesise
(it took a tattooed boy from
Birkenhead
To really really open her eyes)
What she said :
"i smoke because i'm hoping for an
Early death
And i need to cling to something !"
What she said :
"i smoke because i'm hoping for an
Early death
And i need to cling to something !"
No no no no ...

song performed by by Smiths
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Smoke And Mirrors

When I was a boy all the books I read
I followed like a blind man
To heed the words my father said
Those golden summers fade into night, words become a dream
The echoes of my childhood and where the path is winding
May God bless you, keep you safe from all harm
I stand by you always
Time and motion hands touch
Lips find a way to heaven on high
Watch the children play, the child becomes a man
And all the tangled webs we weave
You swear it as we live and breath
We stay together death until you part
Winner takes the prize
The futures at your finger tips, right before your eyes
No more sorrow (smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
I see my tomorrows
And nothing from nothing
And ashes to ashes they say
All the more that you reach out
The more that it runs away
(Smoke and mirrors)
No more goodbyes
(Thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find your way there
(She show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
May god bless you keep you safe from all harm
I stand by you always
Time and motion
(smoke and mirrors)
Hands touch, lips find a way to
(Thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
No more sorrow
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(She show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
I rise or I fall
no more goodbyes
(She really makes me hot, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find a way there
Heaven on high

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Smoke & Mirrors

When I was a boy, all the books I read
I followed like a blind man
To heed the words my father said
Those golden summers faded into night, words become a dream
The echoes of my childhood and where the path is winding
May God bless you, keep you safe from harm
I stand by you always
Time and motion
Hands touch, lips find a way to heaven on high
Watch the children play, the child becomes a man
And all the tangled webs we weave
You swear it as you live and breathe
We stay together, death until you part
Winner takes the prize
The futures at your fingertips, right before your eyes
(chorus)
No more sorrows
(smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
I see my tomorrows
And nothing from nothing
And ashes to ashes they say
All the more that you reach out
The more that it runs away
(smoke and mirrors)
(chorus)
No more goodbyes
(thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find your way there
(show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
May God bless you, keep you from all harm
I stand my you always
Time and motion
(smoke and mirrors)
Hands touch, lips find a way to
(thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
No more sorrows
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
I rise or I fall
No more goodbyes
(she really makes me hot, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find a way there
Heaven on high

song performed by by Bee Gees
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If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skulls, then why do we read it Good God, we also would be happy if we had no books and such books that make us happy we could, if need be, write ourselves. What we must have are those books that come on us like ill fortune, like the death of one we love better than ourselves, like suicide. A book must be an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us.

quote by Franz Kafka
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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

Death death death death death death death death death death death

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Want You Bad

If you could only read my mind
You would know that things between us - ain't right
I know your arms are open wide
But you're a little on the straight side - I can't lie

Your one vice - Is you're too nice
Come around now can't you see

I want you
All tattooed
I want you bad
Complete me
Mistreat me
Want you to be bad

If you could only read my mind
You would know that I've been waiting - so long
For someone almost like you
But with attitude

song performed by by Offspring
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I Know

So be it, Im your crowbar
If thats what I am so far
Until you get out of this mess
And I will pretend
That I dont know of your sins
Until you are ready to confess
But all the time, all the time
Ill know, Ill know
And you can use my skin
To bury secrets in
And I will settle you down
And at my own suggestion,
I will ask no questions
While I do my thing in the background
But all the time, all the time
Ill know, Ill know
Baby-i cant help you out, while shes still around
So for the time being, Im being patient
And amidst this bitterness
If youll just consider this-even if it dont make sense
All the time-give it time
And when the crowd becomes your burden
And youve early closed your curtains,
Ill wait by the backstage door
While you try to find the lines to speak your mind
And pry it open, hoping for an encore
And if it gets too late, for me to wait
For you to find you love me, and tell me so
Its ok, dont need to say it.

song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Not Just You

i, too, had it, not just once,
but many times, when i
wake up at the wrong hour
and think of you
and then i take my old
favorite pen and
yellow pad paper
and begin to write
a letter for you

you are a ghost now
far away
and i expect you
not to read this
letter that i am
not sending anyway

i will not even
read it
i will just keep it
so when another being
comes whose interest
is poetry and by chance
he digs upon my
poetry books that no one
bothers to read
anymore
at anytime

he may find it there
inserted in one of the
pages between
two chapters
concerning the themes
of love and
death

and perhaps he too
will understand how is to
truly love and be
so unloved because
death has come
to early because
the timing was wrong
because the world
has not understood
because one
sometimes in pain
has no cure
but just the silence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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for K....

BEWARE, the end is about to touch you
what you have in your hands
none shall be taken when you are finally taken
what you keep in the house shall dissolve like ice
all your secret stories revealed
all your hidden books open themselves like arms of the mad woman
all your accounts exposed
you are dirty, your are sick
and you are dying....

we are ready with the prayers for the dead
we have picked the best flowers for your coffin
we are not at all cruel
despite....

we are forgiving, we shall understand,
even death does not deserve you
much less
hell.

we shall shed no tears for you
it will serve no purpose.

we will not tell those who mourn for you
that you have done us evil.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Hell

You live by the book of wonders,
The book has hell on it when opened.
The inferno carries pits too grilling,
The grills are offered by devils,
Contagious diseases are handed over
To the body and bones, full of hatred.
A hell of books is opened by the librarian,
You choose a simple verb to read,
Then this verb is read, the verb that signals death.
Your death must never come by reading books,
Long scrolls so wonderful,
Of books the world is made
And the reason for books is reading,
Not living in Hell.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 16 The open book's monologue

Red what is it to you black the color of death? maybe maybe not? anyone here play video games? FOR CHAOS? ring any bells help spread the taint more quickly? what might an open book write
what would a open book draw
what would an open book think
open books are predictable
so predict what the picture means
why is black black? why is red O infused? what is the meaning only you know maybe only me...

(added years later)

Maybe I'm the book, and maybe you're the reader
but who is you? is it not everyone
since I'm open, for all to point at laugh at, out of malice or for fun
because they know my thoughts, they know i love her? !
what did i do?
i never said i love you! ! !
how can they know?
how did i reap what i did now sow? !
The worst part
about being an open book,
is an open book can't close itself, can't have a heart
anyone can know all from just one look
there seems to be something wrong with being too open and honest
but it's too late a book can't close itself
can't move by its own accord to a shelf
an open book can never rest
so now I'm the book, so since im there just read
just read.... and watch my heart, my purpose, my soul, my life, me
watch.... watch them bleed

poem by David Knox
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Children will not pretend to be enjoying books, and they will not read books because they have been told that these books are good. They are looking for delight.

quote by Helen Dunmore
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He Had Planned To Read

He had planned to read. Two or three books lie open,
books by historians, by poets.
But he read for barely ten minutes,
then gave it up, falling half-asleep on the sofa.
He's completely devoted to books
but he's twenty-three, and very good-looking;
and this afternoon Eros penetrated
his ideal flesh, his lips,
an erotic warmth penetrated
his lovely flesh
with no ridiculous shame about the form the pleasure took....

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The Only Person Who

The problem with an open book, is it can't know
How it feels, what it says, who it is.... only show
The problem with an open book is its fraught with confusion yet no answer
With danger yet no protection
How can i run from her?
When she's written all over me like an inscription
Open books don't have a say
Open books won't last more than a day
If left open, they cannot defend or close
Can't run away, no toes
Even if it's all an illusion
This delusion
This me, I'm the open book because I'm the the only
One who can't read me
The only one who doesn't know how I feel
So please tell me because I get hurt, but no one heals
I feel this way or that
But to me I don't know what is fact
What is dreamed and what is real
The only person who doesn't know me is me
Someone close it or kill it so then no one can see

poem by David Knox
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To the Departed Soul of my dear friend KASTHURI-Poem-1

To the departed soul
of my dear friend
KASTHURI

POEM -1

Oh! my Kasthuri!
My dear, dear friend!
My beloved, revered, a God-send!

I know not
What sin of any sort
I ever did commit, even in thought

To lose you,
A gem of lives few
Who attained full nobility true!

To your duty tightly tied,
You were kindness personified,
With simplicity swinging in your stride!

Beauty you ardently loved,
Gulping it to your heart's content, you roved,
But by fate's cruel hand were you shoved!

Books and books you read,
All day your eyes on them, you shed,
Peace they instilled even in thy death-bed!

A loving dear indeed!
My heart's fond friend in need;
From Death's icy hands, her life I couldn't plead!

Wherever can I find
A true friend of thy kind
Taking my heart behind? .

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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You And I, Part II

Music and lyrics by Lindsey Buckingham and Christine McVie
I WAKE UP
WITH MY EYES SHUT TIGHT
HOPING TOMORROW WILL
NEVER COME
FOR YOU AND I
OH THE PHANTOMS
CRAWL OUT OF THE NIGHT
HOPING THE DAYLIGHT
WILL NEVER COME
FOR YOU AND I
KEEP YOUR HEART OPEN
AND YOUR EYES SHUT TIGHT
WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE
KEEP YOUR HEART OPEN
AND YOUR EYES SHUT TIGHT
BUT DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME
OH THE PHANTOMS
CRAWL OUT OF THE NIGHT
HOPING TOMORROW WILL
NEVER COME
FOR YOU AND I
KEEP YOUR HEART OPEN
AND YOUR EYES SHUT TIGHT
WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE
KEEP YOUR HEART OPEN
AND YOUR EYES SHUT TIGHT
BUT DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME
I WAKE UP
WITH MY EYES SHUT TIGHT
HOPING TOMORROW WILL
NEVER COME
FOR YOU AND I
HOPING TOMORROW WILL
NEVER COME
FOR YOU AND I
FOR YOU AND I
FOR YOU AND I
FOR YOU AND I

song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Regardless of the Lack of Proof

To cling to that which is changing,
Splits and widens the gap...
Between that which is wished,
And dismissing the honesty attached
With facts.
Some will choose to cling,
As if clinging onto what has gone
Brings back anything stronger than before.
Reality is ignored and slips from those insisting...
It isn't what it is.
And even though what it is, is missed?
Eyes refuse to acknowledge its existence.
Even if it sits in their faces to stare.
They cling onto visions.
Hoping that myths aren't just mental visitations,
They've become deluded with and overwhelmed.
Regardless of the lack of proof,
That eludes their aloofness that seeks to be soothed.
And pampered by a deludedness kept attractive!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tattooed Dancer

Well shes a mean hard woman and she knows what she wants
She is my tattooed rock n roll dancer
Im under her thumb and when she tells me come, oh his the only way I can answer
Theyre gonna put me away
Put me away
God damn them
Well I can hear her meaning like a dog thats on heat
She never takes no for an answer
Shes driving me mad, she makes it good to be bad, my little tattooed rock n roll dancer
Theyll try to put me away
Put me away
God damn them
Theyll never put me away
Put me away
God souls on fire
Tattooed dancer
Dance for me bitch
I think Im in grave danger, goin over the top
There is no question only an answer
She cant give me love, I think Ive fallen in lust with my tattooed rock n roll dancer
Theyll never put me away
Put me away
God damn them
Theyll never put me away
Put me away
God souls on fire
Theyll never put me away
God souls on fire

song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Death, My Dear Old Friend

Can you tell me
what it feels like,
to be afraid of death?

I do not know
what it's like
to fear death.

Death,
I am not scared.
Why should I be?

I am nothing
If I die
Nothing would change

NO tears would be shed
No one would care
No one would notice

So why should I fear death?
Others don't value my life
And I certainly don't

People think I'm happy!
They believe this mask I wear!
They believe all my bullsh*t!

I have no fear
Death is my friend!
And I welcome him with open arms!

So can you tell me
What is fear?
What is death?

Why should I fear death?
Why should I care?
Am I even important?

poem by David Zhukov
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Delicate Thread

He was laid on broken cot
Very tired after having fought
Ceaselessly waging relentless struggle
To come out happily from troubles

He as string at vast sky
Innumerable questions to be asked and why
He had to pass through all hurdles
Yet nothing in sight to put the candle

Hoping against hope to illuminate room
Garden to have splendor flower’s boom
All colors to décor in life again
Luck to smile sans agony and pain

He was my dad resting some feet away
Exemplary figure and resolute on his way
Poverty had not eaten him from within
He had broad smile and hoping absolute win

I was inching forward to fill his position
He too had eyes on me with all supposition
I may come close to him for realization
There was no more worry with any question

What did he aim for in his whole life?
Just to spend entire life with children and wife?
What was life meant to him in his crusade?
Dark clouds all around but happily wed

Well it is certainly aim to fulfill the wishes
Must come to happy conclusion before life finishes
When he tires out then some else takes it over?
He has all satisfaction when finds shed or cover

I glanced at his journey till his last breath
We were never put into trouble till his death
He was for all smiles as there was nothing more to be done
All bad days were over and permanently vanished or gone

I silently watched at him and bowed the head
I could read many worry lines and positively read
He was lying on bed but not completely dead
Between my hope and ambition he was delicate thread

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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