Soul
My mournful soul, you, sorrowing
For all my friends around,
You have become the burial vault
Of all those hounded down.
Devoting to their memory
A verse, embalming them,
In torment, broken, lovingly
Lamenting over them,
In this our mean and selfish time,
For conscience and for quest
You stand-a columbarium
To lay their souls to rest.
The sum of all their agonies
Has bowed you to the ground.
You smell of dust, of death's decay,
Of morgue and burial mound.
My beggarly, dejected soul,
You heard and saw your fill;
Remembered all and mixed it well,
And ground it like a mill.
Continue pounding and compound
All that I witnessed here
To graveyard compost, as you did
For almost forty years.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Ben
Verse 1:
I’m sitting in my room thinking about the times that weren’t so bad
When you were here with the family
It was like you were the person who listened, the kind one
Always knew the right thing to stand up for no matter the cause or cost
Chorus:
The pain shoots through me every time I start to think or talk about your memory
Just because the way you were taken was so unnecessary
So Ben this one is for you
The family we miss you it’s like
The pain could never end
But together we can get through this
And keep your memory alive
Verse 2:
The many things run through my head
That the fact if you were here still today
Things could be different, it seemed
Like you were the part that kept things together
When you went things fell apart
Chorus:
The pain shoots through me every time I start to think or talk about your memory
Just because the way you were taken was so unnecessary
So Ben this one is for you
The family we miss you it’s like
The pain could never end
But together we can get through this
And keep your memory alive
Verse 3:
The feelings cut deep like a knife
Through all of this I’m still here
To keep your memory alive, I shall remember you for the good
Not the last memories, the grievance just wont pass
But thanks to the support of many certain friends I can still pull through.
Chorus:
The pain shoots through me every time I start to think or talk about your memory
Just because the way you were taken was so unnecessary
So Ben this one is for you
The family we miss you it’s like
The pain could never end
But together we can get through this
And keep your memory alive
In memory of Ben Chantler 1981-2006
poem by Shane Cannon
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Memory Of Me As A Poet,
memory of me as a poet,
My doleful soul need's the great memory of me as a poet,
The pure memory taught me of the spontaneous event's of life,
How creation gave me authority to reveal such a strong poetic verse,
I recited the poem in my mind only to realise the great motor memory,
But pure memory revealed all my past writing,
I can relive my past only by the memory of the great history,
Global memory took my mind to think of the great poet.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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What I advise you to do is, not to be unhappy before the crisis comes…some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all. We are in the habit of exaggerating, or imagining, or anticipating, sorrow.
To be a character who feels a deep emotion, one must go into the memory's vault and mix in a sad memory from one's own life.
quote by Albert Finney
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Unspoken
Unspoken
By: Adam M. Snow
You torment me with your bladed tongue;
if only you knew my life is left unsung.
Now I am broken;
blind, and left unspoken;
with my dreams shattered by you;
for now I know not what to do.
I am left with a voice of silence;
all alone in the distance.
My words I want to say remains unspoken;
for I wonder, 'Will I ever be unbroken? '
Your words still scorn my soul;
for it feels that I am left to rot in this hole.
You showed me your heart of ice;
yet I ask, 'Is my life the price? '
Your bladed tongue pierced my heart;
all because of you, I have fallen apart.
You speak of broken truth;
yet you say I am uncouth.
You push me away and call me a freak;
for all you have done, now silence is what I speak.
I am a ghost with words left unspoken;
standing over my essence, shattered and broken.
Your words are torment;
is this not your intent?
I am tainted by your selfishness;
for my feelings I cannot express.
I am broken because of you;
I only wish you knew.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Antipathy
Devoting the freedom of my life
to something I despise,
Devoting the freedom of my life
to something that predominantly influences my mind,
Malevolence from the venom givers
which I hate and struggle to understand,
Those egoistical creatures
driven by stereotypical prejudice,
But one day
this pain will be paid back for,
Ironically guiding us
through life.
(4th April 2011)
poem by Kamil Kubiak
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I am with you heart and soul in the great cause to which you are devoting all your energy and your life.
quote by Frank Leslie
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My Soul Came Back To Me/Hard Tough Young As I Once Was
MY SOUL CAME BACK TO ME/HARD TOUGH YOUNG AS I ONCE WAS
My soul came back to me
Hard tough young as I once was
A fighting soul
A soul that would never give in
No matter how they tried to torment it into surrender-
My soul back came to me
And once again I thought I could stand against the world
And by being brave
And going out there alone
On my own adventure
Find the Truth as no one else had
And know what no others had known=
But in my soul I know I am pretending
I have seen and known too much
Also of myself-
I am a minor mote of dust in the vast spaces
And with all the pain and power
However hard I press against the distance
I will not touch the other greater worlds-
No, no,
However my mood and my mind
The temper of my soul
The universe will lay me low
And my toughness become only
Someone else who loves me, sad memory.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Don't Let Go Chorus
What's it gonna be
Cuz i can't pretend
Don't you wanna be more than friends
Hold me tight and don't let go
Don't let go
Have the right to loose control
Don't let go
Verse 1:
I often tell myself
That we could be more than just friends
I know you think that if we move to soon
It would all end
I live in misery when you're not around
And i won't be satisfied 'till we're taking those vows
There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
Oh, lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
(chorus)
Verse 2:
I often fantasize
The stars above are watching you
They know my heart and speak to yours
Like only lovers do
If i could wear your clothes
I'd pretend i was you and lose control
There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
Oh lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking, oh yeah
(chorus)
Bridge:
Running in and out my life has got me so confused
You gotta make the sacrifice
Somebody's got to choose
We can make it if we try for the sake of you and i
Together we can make it right
(chorus until fade)
song performed by by En Vogue
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In The Making Of 'memory
dear friends,
how's your life?
it's been a while since I heard you laughed,
I, sometimes, dream of us so clearly,
in this making of 'memory'
our past days surely are beautiful,
the things keep our memory books so full.
the things we left unchanged are so many,
in this making of 'memory'
dear friends,
where have you been?
our day, our time,
do you still have that memory?
we live our lives now, differently.
we are, but for the making of another 'memory'
poem by Kite Remedy
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You'll Never See My Face Again
Ev'ry single word has been spoken.
It's much to late to change your ways.
Far too many vows have been broken.
You can't expect a soul to stay.
You think that you can stand and lie.
It makes me laugh . You got no friends.
It took a thousand years to find out why.
You'll never see my face again .
You know that you've been left before this night.
It's come my turn to make it over.
I wish that ev'ry thing was coloured white.
I wish that I could be a rover.
You think that you can stand and lie.
It makes me laugh.You got no friends.
It took a thousand years to find out why.
You'll never see my face again .
repeat 1st verse
song performed by by Bee Gees from Odessa
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Forgotten Future
The forgotten future of what should have been.
It's crumbled at our feet,
gone and most certainly dead.
The mournful times I now must face.
Companionship and love without a trace.
A forgotten future that filled me with endless hope.
Now so barren and fruitless it makes me choke.
Forgotten furture where did it go?
A nuclear winter with in my black soul.
Broken hearted soul bereft.
I face this forgotten future now with death.
No other way to kill the pain.
In a forgotten future it matters not here anyway.
The forgotten future that was held so dear.
I grabed and fed for many a year.
It was my life, it was my hope.
Now it hangs me with short rope.
The end is nigh.
I need not fear,
the relief I seek is very near.
Forgotten future now grows dark.
As the memory of me will soon be marked.
poem by Michael McParland
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You Grew A Memory
Somewhere along the road on which we were walking,
The little path we used to follow religiously every morning,
The street with the fancy iron bars and birch trees and neatly kept houses,
Someone had planted a memory.
The memory lay concealed within a tiny cardboard box,
Lying there contentedly, wrapped in several layers of tissue paper,
The words written lovingly in shiny blue ink,
Inscripted onto the parchment until the rain destroyed the box
And washed the memory away.
poem by Twilight Whispers
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Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.
quote by William Hazlitt
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The Vault
Searching for the dream.
Manifestation of mind.
Ideal of destination.
It lay deep within the heart.
Within the soul.
In the vault lies a chest.
Inside the chest is the treasure.
Many priceless gems.
Most tarnished, just needing some polishing.
The treasure lay dormant for many years.
She receives the key.
The vault master believes she will help the gems to shine.
But instead she steals them.
Entering the vault at her own discretion.
Taking only the shiniest.
Leaving the tarnished to shine themselves.
The lock has now been changed.
He will now polish the gems himself.
The most valuable gems were the ones that remained tarnished in the vault.
They were of no value to her.
They did not shine.
But once they were polished,
It became known,
That they were the most valuable gems of them all.
For love is patient.
Lust takes what looks good to the eye.
Love will wait for the gems to shine.
To share the riches for a lifetime.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Amalia
Angel-fair, Walhalla's charms displaying,
Fairer than all mortal youths was he;
Mild his look, as May-day sunbeams straying
Gently o'er the blue and glassy sea.
And his kisses!--what ecstatic feeling!
Like two flames that lovingly entwine,
Like the harp's soft tones together stealing
Into one sweet harmony divine,--
Soul and soul embraced, commingled, blended,
Lips and cheeks with trembling passion burned,
Heaven and earth, in pristine chaos ended,
Round the blissful lovers madly turn'd.
He is gone--and, ah! with bitter anguish
Vainly now I breathe my mournful sighs;
He is gone--in hopeless grief I languish
Earthly joys I ne'er again can prize!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Old Friends
Through the years that I have wandered,
I have left a lot behind.
I have left all those old friends of mine.
Some have passed on to heaven,
some still remain who I see occasionally,
but for those who have gone
and I will never see anymore
this poem is just for them.
Their names shine across my memory
for now and always.
I can only hope they are looking down
as I write telling the world of their friendship
that I had as I grew through my life.
How they helped me overcome
at times torment and strife,
and encouraged me to better life
when I needed it the most.
When the world seemed unfair,
for me they were there.
For some I never had a chance
to say a final goodbye.
They were here and then gone
in the wink of an eye,
but the legacy of their friendship
still remains in my heart and memory,
for so I live, they will never be forgotten by me.
1 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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Lonley Tonight
I’m lonely because I don’t have friends to hangout with me tonight
And I am very lonely because I have no friends at all
I use to have a girlfriend but today we broke up and no fun is left tonight.
And all I have is just one lonely soul
One lonely soul and one broken heart
I hope we can get together tonight and I hope so
I believe I believe I can find a friend to have fun with.
Except I have one lonely soul,
One lonely soul and one broken heart
I wish I could get you back tonight! !
Tonight get you back tonight.
OoOoOoO
Tonight! ! !
And I really miss you really miss you tonight
OoOoOoOx2 oh tonight! !
poem by Fahed Sharaf
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Youll Never See My Face Again
Evry single word has been spoken.
Its much to late to change your ways.
Far too many vows have been broken.
You cant expect a soul to stay.
You think that you can stand and lie.
It makes me laugh . you got no friends.
It took a thousand years to find out why.
Youll never see my face again .
You know that youve been left before this night.
Its come my turn to make it over.
I wish that evry thing was coloured white.
I wish that I could be a rover.
You think that you can stand and lie.
It makes me laugh.you got no friends.
It took a thousand years to find out why.
Youll never see my face again .
Repeat 1st verse
song performed by by Bee Gees
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I like you...
I like you for who you are
and there is no doubt of that
I like you 'cuz you make me laught
and you are a memory in my heart
a memory I cant erase
and wont till the end of my days
you hold the key to my soul
and without you I have none
I wish to be more than friends
but what you chose we will be till the end.
poem by Grecher Gutierrez
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