After I left the convent, for 15 years I was worn out with religion, I wanted nothing whatever to do with it. I felt disgusted with it. If I saw someone reading a religious book on a train, I'd think, how awful.
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Not many years before the Happening, one of your country's largest religious bodies officially declared that their book was holier than their God, thus simultaneously and corporately breaking several commandments of their own religion, particularly the first one. Of course they liked the book better! It was full of magic and contradictions that they could quote to reinforce their bigoted and hateful opinions, as I well know, for I chose many parts of it from among the scrolls and epistles that were lying around in caves here and there. They're correct that a god picked out the material; they just have the wrong god doing it.
quote by Sheri S. Tepper
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Rat Reading
Rat's are
My home
Reading for book's
At night time...!
Each book's
On the book stand
Rat reading
Not very well....! ?
Rat simply
Read some of
Pages only;
Book's are broken
Rat read mean's
Rat bite's
Book's are crying
I am also...
Rat reading
O...sorry
Rat bite's...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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No Time For Love
I have no time for love
All my time is for work
I have no time for Church
Though I love Religion
And God of the Religion
What do you say
Those Religious hipocrites pray
And I steal
Blessings are not just for those
Who kneel
But for the once who heed
What the Holy Book preach
But I do not care what you think
And I do not love you
I do not love Church
Though I love Religion
And God of the Religion
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Alone Again
'Leaving' that's all you ever seem to say and I'm tired
The wants you have me for have expired
Sleeping and reading ev'ry book I can find to get my mind off
In all I was a soul you were using
I am alone again
You can't believe the tears that I've shed
I'm on a bound down train
Don't desert me now or I am dead
People
song performed by by Bee Gees from Two Years On
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Let Me Cry
Sunday night
I was riding on the a train
Reading the newspaper
A woman was trying to convince a man
That she hadnt done it
All these years
I havent seen you
Love is still the same
Now you must believe me
Now I play no game
I know I loved you
When I left you
Couldnt tell you why
Too sad today
Too sad for tears
Let me cry
You only just caught that train
Breathless
And then, you smiled at me
We left, on canal street, and uh...
Had a drink at...
Remember the name of the place?
All these years
I havent seen you
Love is still the same
Now you must believe me
Now I play no games
I know I loved you
When I left you
Couldnt tell you why
Too sad today
Too sad for tears
Let me cry
Yes, I do remember
The name of the place
Three roses
song performed by by Yello
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Let Me Cry
Sunday night
I was riding on the a train
Reading the newspaper
A woman was trying to convince a man
That she hadnt done it
All these years
I havent seen you
Love is still the same
Now you must believe me
Now I play no game
I know I loved you
When I left you
Couldnt tell you why
Too sad today
Too sad for tears
Let me cry
You only just caught that train
Breathless
And then, you smiled at me
We left, on canal street, and uh...
Had a drink at...
Remember the name of the place?
All these years
I havent seen you
Love is still the same
Now you must believe me
Now I play no games
I know I loved you
When I left you
Couldnt tell you why
Too sad today
Too sad for tears
Let me cry
Yes, I do remember
The name of the place
Three roses
song performed by by Yello
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Religious War
Religious war has been fought by rare person
person fighting for religion is ever winner
only the person took the help of weapons
are defeated, History is witness in weapon war
only the powerful weapons are winner, but
that can not be termed as Religious War
Weapon War is always blind but religious war
is always full of love and peace.
Weapon war is the matter of ego
Religious war is the matter of consciousness
Weapon war sheds blood but Religious War
It sheds love and affection
A person fighting for Religious War has to be
martyr some time but he becomes the reason
to be worshiped for ever
Weapon war spreads chaos and terrorism
Religious War spreads prosperity
Weapon war knows to split the society
Religious War knows to unite the society
Weapon war knows to enslave the human being
Religious War knows to make him free
from all kinds of slavery
Weapon war pushes us back to barbaric age
Religious war pulls us forward to civilized age.
Weapon war ends with destruction
Religious war ends with creation
Religion is the law of nature
which prevails all to be survived
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Her Own Shoes
She spoke in a tongue
left over from yesterday
her memories
slowly fading.
Shouting to be heard
if by chance
someone would hear her.
Her tears
left in silence
by a heart
abandoned by life.
Her shoes
barely covered her feet
so aged a brittle cloth.
She laughed at herself
her mind felt with bareness
fell out into the street
as rain fell against
her pain.
No-one near
to cradle her fears
she spoke to herself.
A bus ride
her excursion
to the world
brought more pain.
So she laughed to herself.
Her mind worn out
just like her shoes
in waiting solemn moments
she still felt human.
But the world
no longer reading
her uniqueness
she found an empty bench
The birds
did not judge
her physical obscenity
they came freely
If only to take bread
from her hand.
Everything was worn
her stained dress
her opened shoes
her need for sanity.
All put together
by a world
who had forgotten
she too was only human.
So she laughed
out loud
to all those
whom she remembered
did once care.
Because she knew
one day
they too
would become
a worn out pair of shoes
craving
to be new.
poem by Jodde Taylor
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I Lost It All
I lost it all
Waisting twenty years in a church
Thinking I was serving a God,
Too late did I realise
There was never a God in a church.
The God I knew made me
Lives right in my heart,
And my righteousness keeps Him there
.
I lost it all
Wasting so many years
Ahering to religious doctrines
Thought by religious hipocrites.
But too late did I realise
That religion has only been brought
To confuse us.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Snowball In El Paso
(trace adkins/trey bruce)
She left her boots she wears in the rain
She left her lady razor
She left a note that I cant explain
On the refrigerator
She left a book shes been reading for days
Beside her chest of drawers
She left her nightgown hanging
Behind the bathroom door
But she left me no choice as far as I can tell
When it comes to getting over her
She didnt leave me a chance in hell
Like a snowball in el paso
Like a feather in the wind
Without a prayer Ill ever find someone like her again
A fast train is comin
And my hearts a penny on the rail
No she didnt leave me a chance in hell
She left me wondering what Im gonna do
With all these pieces left of me
She left her scent all over the room
So even in the dark Id see
She left a thirsty man with no water in the well
And without a single storm cloud overhead
She didnt leave me a chance in hell
Like a snowball in el paso
Like a feather in the wind
Without a prayer Ill ever find someone like her again
A fast train is comin
And my hearts a penny on the rail
No she didnt leave me a chance in hell
A fast train is comin
And my hearts a penny on the rail
No, she didnt leave me a chance in hell
No, she didnt leave me a chance in hell
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Snowball In El Paso
(trace adkins/trey bruce)
She left her boots she wears in the rain
She left her lady razor
She left a note that I cant explain
On the refrigerator
She left a book shes been reading for days
Beside her chest of drawers
She left her nightgown hanging
Behind the bathroom door
But she left me no choice as far as I can tell
When it comes to getting over her
She didnt leave me a chance in hell
Like a snowball in el paso
Like a feather in the wind
Without a prayer Ill ever find someone like her again
A fast train is comin
And my hearts a penny on the rail
No she didnt leave me a chance in hell
She left me wondering what Im gonna do
With all these pieces left of me
She left her scent all over the room
So even in the dark Id see
She left a thirsty man with no water in the well
And without a single storm cloud overhead
She didnt leave me a chance in hell
Like a snowball in el paso
Like a feather in the wind
Without a prayer Ill ever find someone like her again
A fast train is comin
And my hearts a penny on the rail
No she didnt leave me a chance in hell
A fast train is comin
And my hearts a penny on the rail
No, she didnt leave me a chance in hell
No, she didnt leave me a chance in hell
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Book Mark
I remain
Where she left me
After she had finished reading.
No one leafed through the book of love
Time has coursed its way
Aeons have passed
But I remain entangled
In the inconclusive tale of love
Waiting for her to come back
And once again turn its pages
Get the story going again.
She was keen to progress in life
Desirous of
Glamour, fame, a bright career
How could she find time to read?
Accustomed to decorating shelves
With bric-a-brac and books
She knew
Nothing could be gained from old volumes
Except dried-up flower petals
Dead butterflies
Words, moth-eaten
Letters, hidden as mementoes
Names of some friends.
I remain
Where she left me
After she had finished reading
For I'm a memento too
A forgotten tale of past friendship
A symbol of memories, old and worn out
Sacred remorse of one-sided love
I remain
A peacock feather in a holy book
I do not have the luxury of tears.....!
(1988, Translated from the original Urdu by Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Religious
Religious friend is when you see, no change in one’s activity,
As their life still continues on, from the evening into the dawn.
While continuing through their day, living on that broader way,
Living their life, as in the night, with The Lord God not in sight.
Christ is not the spiritual head, as they lean on religion instead,
Religious icons and man’s ways, denying Christ His due praise,
Recognizing God to some extent, but not in ways Heaven sent,
As they are not Born Again, following ways prescribed by men.
Religion my friend has no part, when Christ truly has your heart,
As God’s Holy Spirit, dwells inside, in Christ’s ways, you abide,
Refraining from religious views, as you spread The Good News,
Truth right from God’s Throne, that you’re saved by Christ alone.
Christ separated from religion, displaying to men some derision,
Painting for all, a clear picture, for all who dare malign Scripture,
Those who follow their own desire, ignoring God throned higher,
Christ the Head of His Church, not bodies where many do perch.
Our Lord Himself, did condemn, the religious body built by men,
And Christ shall never change, which brings religion much shame,
Religious ritual is an abomination, to Him who provides salvation,
In and through The Savior, Christ, God’s Only Way to Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©06/2011)
Open Book
U said my heart's just like an open book
But there are lines U've never seen
U said that U could tell in a single look
But U never looked in between
Sometimes I wanted 2 keep U, sometimes I wanted your love
But I've awakened 2 the reality that sometimes is not enough
Oh, our separate dreams pulled us our separate ways
We were so different from the very start
2 me it was 4ever, 2 U it was just a phase
I'll give back your name if U give back my heart
CHORUS:
U said U'd take me 2 another world
I said U were only posing
U'd never be able 2 read this girl
So the open book is closing, closing, closing
Closing
Sometimes it felt so natural, sometimes it felt so right
It doesn't seem fair that U and I ever had a fight ... no!
Sometimes I wanted 2 keep U, sometimes I wanted your love
But I've awakened 2 the reality that sometimes is not enough
Oh, now your touch is a reminder like the thorns upon a rose
The beauty is mine if I can stand the cut
CHORUS {x2
song performed by by Prince
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I get letters from readers who say that they have always hated reading, but somebody suggested one of my books, they actually finished the book and enjoyed it, and they're going on to read another book. I'm thrilled that they have figured out that reading is fun.
quote by Caroline B. Cooney
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I Am Not Religious
My friend, religious I am not, when by you I’m put on the spot,
My belief is found in only one; God’s Only Risen, Eternal Son.
This isn’t a belief found in men, but, in one who died for them,
And Christ, who died, rose again, to offer New Life to all men.
Religion’s a man’s institution; a fallen man’s religious solution,
Devised upon this earthly sod, in man’s attempt to reach God,
Embracing indeed a broad array, of beliefs in our present day,
Beliefs men embrace religiously, so other men around can see.
Our salvation is all of God’s Idea, to regain for us life eternally,
That’s why I cling only to Christ, the very Author of Eternal Life.
Religion calls The Author a liar, as it sets its belief much higher,
Than the True Sovereign Lord, leaving many Truths unexplored.
Religious is a common phrase, used by men in different ways,
And many can be religious friend, not knowing God in the end.
The religion that I speak of, compromise God’s Truth and Love,
Having a form of godliness, as it lacks Christ’s Righteousness.
Friend religious I may have been, back before I was Born Again,
But now religion plays no part, with Jesus living within my heart.
Now all my life I live for Him, Christ, who saved me from my sin,
Not to live the present religiously, but to live with Christ eternally.
(Copyright ©05/2008)
Religious tolerance is something we should all practice; however, there have been more persecution and atrocities committed in the name of religion and religious freedom than anything else.
quote by Walter Koenig
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Saturday At The Canal
I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
Too close to dying to understand. The hallways
Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus,
A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday,
Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves
By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground
And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard
On a bedroom wall. We wanted to go there,
Hitchhike under the last migrating birds
And be with people who knew more than three chords
On a guitar. We didn't drink or smoke,
But our hair was shoulder length, wild when
The wind picked up and the shadows of
This loneliness gripped loose dirt. By bus or car,
By the sway of train over a long bridge,
We wanted to get out. The years froze
As we sat on the bank. Our eyes followed the water,
White-tipped but dark underneath, racing out of town.
Sleeping Tablet
boor book
wanted night
for sleep...
with reading....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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All This Time You Had the Gift of Clairvoyance
Where have you been?
What is now being discussed...
Has disgusted us for years.
Oh...
That's right.
Your life wasn't being affected.
I was one of 'those'...
And you were part of the collective 'them'.
These issues were raised when the homeless hit the streets.
When hunger in the urban cities left many with nothing to eat.
Remember when you would drive by...
With your nose in the air and your car doors locked?
You do remember my interview...
For a job you told me my credentials were over the top.
You told me I was over qualified.
And I thought to myself...
'Qualified, you were not! '
Where have you been?
What is now being discussed...
Has disgusted us for years.
Those of us thrown crumbs to survive.
While you jeered us with your peers.
And now your tears display bigger drops as they fall.
Aren't you the one 'connected'?
I'm sure those thieves will not allow you to crawl.
Afterall...
You did tell me,
I was over qualified!
And all this time you had the gift of clairvoyance.
No better time than now,
Do you have to express this gift.
I see you sobbing uncontrollably!
What about you?
What do you see?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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