Anywhere Out of the World
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to
suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one
which I discuss incessantly with my soul.
'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and there
you would invigorate yourself like a lizard. This city is on the sea-shore; they say that it is built of marble
and that the people there have such a hatred of vegetation that they uproot all the trees. There you have a landscape
that corresponds to your taste! a landscape made of light and mineral, and liquid to reflect them!'
My soul does not reply.
'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement, would you like to settle in Holland,
that beatifying country? Perhaps you would find some diversion in that land whose image you have so often admired
in the art galleries. What do you think of Rotterdam, you who love forests of masts, and ships moored at the foot of
houses?'
My soul remains silent.
'Perhaps Batavia attracts you more? There we should find, amongst other things, the spirit of Europe
married to tropical beauty.'
Not a word. Could my soul be dead?
'Is it then that you have reached such a degree of lethargy that you acquiesce in your sickness? If so, let us
flee to lands that are analogues of death. I see how it is, poor soul! We shall pack our trunks for Tornio. Let us go
farther still to the extreme end of the Baltic; or farther still from life, if that is possible; let us settle at the Pole. There
the sun only grazes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternation of light and darkness suppresses variety and
increases monotony, that half-nothingness. There we shall be able to take long baths of darkness, while for our
amusement the aurora borealis shall send us its rose-coloured rays that are like the reflection of Hell's own
fireworks!'
At last my soul explodes, and wisely cries out to me: 'No matter where! No matter where! As long as it's out
of the world!'
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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My Soul
My soul cries for love
But only tears reply
My soul cries for attention
But only lonliness answers the door
My soul cries for a friend
Only to be ignored
By a stranger
My soul cries for hope
But despair with lies
Deceive the truth
Which blinds hope
My soul cries for warmth
As an artic freeze
Surrounding my soul
Entices it with the dance of death
My soul defeated
No longer cries
Accepts what it can't change
Lies still
Waiting to die
poem by Matt Mondschein
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A Small Plot Of Land
Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The barbs laughed
The fool is dead
Poor dunce
Hes less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer cant
Travel so far these days
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
song performed by by David Bowie
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Y.. The Little Light
There is a little light,
A little light in your heart,
A little light that has tremendous power
If we allow, it can obliterate all darkness.
That little light in your heart
Let it shine.
There is a little light,
A little light in your soul
If we allow, it carries tremendous wisdom
It flashes sparks and thoughts of goodness
That little light in your soul
Let it shine
No matter how dark is the night
Within, you can always find that little light
The light in your heart, the light in your soul
They're always there to brighten your world
These little lights of your heart and soul,
Let them shine.
poem by Aufie Zophy
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The worlds soul
The worlds soul
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The world has a soul
And that soul does sing
Be it in a birdsong
Or the wind that whistles
Through the trees
The world has a soul
And that soul does sing
The beat of a heart
In love or in breaking
Steadfast to memory
Held forever immaculate
Never forgotten
The fire which burns
The light which dances
A beauty unseen
By those not watching
The word has a soul
In everyday its living
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Club Soul City
Pack up your bags
Dont look back
Theres a little place
Out cross the the railroad tracks
If youre broken-hearted
And you dont know what to do
But they got a place down there thats just for you
Club soul, club soul city, yeah yeah yeah
Club soul, club soul city, oh yeah
Theres a waitress at the back bar
Goes with the the guy that runs the place
Shes got hair like a weeping willow
And tears running down her face
Shes seen a lot of guys like you coming around
Looking for something that theyve lost
Or trying to lose something that theyve found
Down at
Club soul, club soul city, yeah yeah yeah
Club soul, club soul city, oh yeah
So if youre down on your spirit
And there aint no-one who cares
If youre lost and youre lonely
You wont be lonely down there
You cant miss it, its just up the highway
On the front door theres a sign that says
Restricted to the losing kind
Club soul, club soul city, yeah yeah yeah
Club soul, club soul city, oh yeah
Club soul, club soul city, yeah yeah yeah
Club soul, club soul city, oh yeah
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Marianito Edited (A Poem)
Slowly the world devours my soul.
Slowly my soul rots in the abyss.
Where darkness looms and emptiness sways.
Deep in the chasm of turmoil
I see no light.
Where is the God Who once touched my soul?
Where is He whom I heeded?
Where is the purpose of my leaping;
into the unknown void,
Where is the light that I felt before?
Where is the ever consuming grace,
Who illuminated me to understanding?
Where is the Love that called me to accompany the Pain?
Where is His presence that shredded me to pieces?
The Awareness that engraved my soul
With his pitiful presence?
I am already gone, is there nothing more than this?
I already have no more strength, nothing more left.
No more life to live or give.
No desire:
To breathe, to waddle and to remain afloat.
I remain in the turmoil of the world’s darkness and pain.
Always stabbed and wounded to the core.
I am already shredded… what is there more to break?
Alas my dear poor soul.
When is will all these end?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Out Of Exile
When I first came to this island
that I called by own name
I was happy in this fortress,
in my exile I remained
But the hours grew so empty
and the ocean sent her waves
In the figure of a woman
and she pulled me out to sea
Chorus
When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
When you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away
On the altar of a sunrise
was a wedding in the waves
And inside her shown a young light
from her labor I was saved
Though I've traveled long in darkness
in her harvest I'm embraced
Chorus
When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
When you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away
Now the spires and the gables
grow in orchards to the sky
And the blessings on my table
multiply and divide
Chorus
When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
Yeah when you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away
Yeah when you come down to take me home
when you come round you'll make me whole
Yeah when you come round to take me home
Send my soul away
send my soul away
Send my soul away
send my soul away
song performed by by Audioslave
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Tears-but of happiness
craving for someone is not such crave
that a dead man waits in his grave
loving for someone is not so applause
that I felt after, you, I lost
being in this world, I have thus to bear,
I have sacrificed to you-my soul, eyes and ear.
that soul asks me crying now, saying
where is that heartless! ! ! who has made you so
I simply consolidate my soul saying
'taking my life! she thinks herself happy'
O to the soul! I want that I want her
I can see only one things in her eyes
no matter it might be tears! but of happiness
soul cried! soul cried! hated you for this
even now you have kindness for that fish
at last my soul asked''why this strange incident occur''
I replied, eventually, as my life is within her...
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Searching soul
A soul is searching.
It wants the answers it seeks.
Why did I have to go through it.
Why the hell pick me.
Im nothing special.
I dont stand out from the crowds.
A soul searches.
To find its self
A soul wants to be replenished.
A soul has searched
For so very long.
A soul is to search
Maybe the answers
It will never no.
A soul has searched
And never found
What it wants and needs.
A soul could search forever
And never find it
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Living Picture
If I am a living picture of
my soul, my poor soul is
ailing, how can eternal life
be represented by a tem-
porary physical vessel
It is degrading, demeaning
to make such a statement;
soul seems to be so much
bigger, better and powerful
than spirit and body
If my grumbling existence
and restlessness should be
the image of my soul within,
I see no chance of happiness
so I prefer another theory:
The body reflects ideas and
fantasies to be implemented
and which the soul will com-
ment and enlarge repertoire
of spiritual experience, but
I don't believe appearance
represents soul, all visual
things fall short of ideals;
only JOY is a great repre-
sentation of soul…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Sonnet: Eternal Light
As long as there was some light, I could see;
And when the lights went out, I became blind,
Like a mole; the window-pane did I find!
The light came through, I regained acuity.
The blind can’t see even in broad daylight,
But they discern what men with eyes cannot!
The latter struggle more than what blind ought!
Men cannot see at night without moonlight.
In light or darkness, who helps man to see?
’Tis Maker-God, the true light of the world;
Man’s inward eye can see his destiny;
A soul in sin, to divine light is cold.
God is Light in light and in darkness;
No man is blind, his soul in God’s harness!
poem by John Celes
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I Am A New Word
i am a new word
to the vocabulary of the flesh
and the soul
they all live in me for this moment
and slowly i must define myself
gently i must touch the beauty of my soul
with the mortal hands of my body
there must be a way
to harmonize light and darkness
living in twilight
in the land where light and darkness meet
where love and hate embrace
where heaven and earth kiss
i am a new word
and in my heart and mind i must define myself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Soul
A soul has passed
Not the first,
nor the last
Never the less
A soul has passed
A soul is gone
and will be missed
Forever long
All the same
A soul is gone
A soul is through
who was loved dearly
by me, by you
Still and still
A soul is through
A soul has left
completed it's task
we try to accept
By and by
A soul has left
A soul will return
with too many things
for one life to learn
Here or there
A soul will return
(Written by: Rain Y Daze
January 2005)
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Find Your Self, Discover God
Find your self, discover God
And the truth you can't deny, I shall never die
Together we shall fly
You will find your God the only one
You are his begotten son
Beyond the mystic sky
I know that I can fly
And my soul shall follow the path
I paved wlone with love
You know the only thing I want is to love
How can I lie within you now ?
God of darkness, God of light,
In my soul day or night,
I ride the shadows, yet live in light and cry...
"If a man could pass through the paradise in a dream
and has a flower presented to him as a pledge
thus his soul had been here" (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
As I awaken from slumber my mind filled with sights unreal
My only wish is to see you lie
To make your soul forever fly
You will fly beyond the mystic sky
You will lie again with the lord, Allah !
song performed by by Orphaned Land
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Silhouette of my soul
The dark mountain behind me looks so different
For every time I look it’s changed
My soul has the same identity
For when I think I have finally got it under control
The silhouette changes
The mountain starts it day dark with a siloute that defines it
My soul is always in dark
The mountain gets more defined as sun comes up
My soul is always dark
The mountain end up dark again
The silhouette changes
My soul starts it day
Always hung-over from last days confusing silhouettes
so I begin clawing my way out of the deep hole
Even in sleep my soul is confusing
I dream about things that always seem in the dark
Then one of my silhouettes comes up and shines all the darkness away
Bring a smile to day that started with a mountain of undefined silhouettes
I can hold this in place as long as I need it, because I do…always
So when the darkness approaches to make the mountain undefined
It silhouette lost again my silhouette of counterfeit dies a death everyday
In comes the dark
Drunk again with so many silhouettes of my soul that want to be
I fall down under my mountain of darkness in a silhouette
My soul surrounded by light, but the face of my soul in the dark
Hidden the truth of what all these moments mean
So I pass out drunk on confusion for the next day will be the same
The silhouette of my soul
Light Of Darkness
I trained my soul for the lies ahead,
I saved my time for the new dawn.
I tried to decipher life using light,
I tried to purge my soul with light,
But strange as it may sound
The light didn’t heal my soul.
Do I know how to use the light?
If not, how can I reform my ways?
I craved for some knowledge.
Teach me how to use the light, I cried.
All that came was an echo,
None heard my cry.
I wondered why I wasn’t able to use the light,
Everyone knew it, but why can’t I?
My patience drained out of me,
But my will kept me on,
I tried to crawl into the light.
But then I asked myself.
Why the light? Why not darkness?
There, my cry was answered.
I found a new way to use the light,
But strange as it may sound,
The light showed me its true face,
A face that was common for all,
A face of darkness.
I ran into the new face of light,
I ran into the darkness,
And there, my life revealed itself,
I was able to purge my soul with the light of darkness.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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Slow Down
Chorus:
I said slow down--
Slow down and live, my friend
Take time--take time to understand
The things--the things you hope to win
Before--before your journeys end
Slow down--slow down and try to do
The things--the things thats right for you
You know--you know
The soul--the soul
You save could be your own
Albert abernathy never spent a foolish dime
Rising at the crack of dawn and working overtime
You know, he never told me how much happiness he found
Yesterday we laid him in the finest grave in town.
Chorus:
I said slow down--
Slow down and live, my friend
Take time--take time to understand
The things--the things you hope to win
Before--before your journeys end.
Slow down--slow down and try to do
The things--the things thats right for you
You know--you know
The soul--the soul
You save could be your own.
Little sally tremble is a music city queen
You can see her picture now on every magazine
Sallys come a long way from the life she left behind
Shes had six gold records and been married seven times!
Chorus:
I said slow down--slow down and live my friend
Take time--take time to understand
The things--the things you hope to win
Before--before your journeys end
Slow down--slow down and try to do
The things--the things thats right for you
You know--you know
The soul--the soul
You save could be your own.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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The City Of Damn-His Soul
He was nursed and cursed : he lied and died,
In the City of Damn-His-Soul ;
He was mothered and smothered in the slimy tide
Of the City of Damn-His-Soul,
And, strange to say, there were preachers there,
And temples, many and broad ;
But he never had taught him the simplest prayer,
Or had heard of the word of God !
For nobody cared for the poor galoot,
And fewer had cared for his soul
For they said that Hell had a new recruit
From the City of Damn-His-Soul.
But the angels they waited, outside the gate
Of the City of Damn His Soul ;
And they bore him away, with step elate,
To the City of Save-His-Soul ;
And the angels they put him to school How odd !
And they taught him the A B C
Of the Love, and the Wisdom, and Truth of God.
On the winterless side of the sea
He played and was taught, with the angels for chums,
Where the rivers of Paradise roll :
Ah, me, what a change from the bums and the slums
Of the City of Damn-His-Soul !
He has learned a trade in that wonderful place
In the City of Save-His-Soul ;
All traces of sin have been wiped from his face
In the college of Save-His-Soul ;
They Ve taught him to work : they Ve taught him to
pray:
They 've taught him to read and write ;
He works in the gardens of God, by day,
And learns new lessons by night.
The poor lone youth, who had carried the hod
For the devil's designs below,
Is a power and a prince in the realms of God
And I 'm glad that these things are so.
poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
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To Live You Must Forgive
A man that has the power
To take a living breathing soul
Leaves you lonely, barren and bare
That eats away at your soul
You know not how to handle
The agony you feel
So you bury it deep down inside
Thinking you'll never live or feel
The years go pass and hidden
The agony and pain
It turns into hatred
That breaths darkness in your soul
When consumed with this hatred
Life becomes a living hell
You believe you're unable
To live and breathe again
So living like a zombie
You live from day to day
Barely surviving a life you hate to live
Consumes you everyday
But then you’re told to live once more
You need to forgive the wrong been done
At first you think is this joke
To forgive the man that buried my soul
That fateful day so long ago
At first you deny the truth
Still carrying hatred deep within
Then finally you realize
To live you must forgive
poem by Kaila George
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A battle between soul and death
My body has become a battle field,
Battle, a fierce battle, I cried in pain,
As death comes and fights to pull the soul,
Nothing happens as death has no gain.
I have been a heart and gastric patient,
My body burns with a wound of heart,
And my heart burns with it's own light,
But soul and death wrestle part to part.
A great war took place in my body,
Death violently ordered to the soul to surrender,
But soul is not ready to surrender then war began,
Many souls and deaths saw the war and wonder.
What about my body? I shouted at them,
My body has been burning since long,
Listening this, death laughed and soul hit it,
Soul told me that “death is going to do you wrong”.
You go away otherwise the death harms you,
Soul strongly pushed to the death and saved me,
I forever pray to God to give strength to my soul,
I am very thankful to my soul to protect me like a bee.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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