Robert Davidson
I grew spiritually fat living off the souls of men.
If I saw a soul that was strong
I wounded its pride and devoured its strength.
The shelters of friendship knew my cunning,
For where I could steal a friend I did so.
And wherever I could enlarge my power
By undermining ambition, I did so,
Thus to make smooth my own.
And to triumph over other souls,
Just to assert and prove my superior strength,
Was with me a delight,
The keen exhilaration of soul gymnastics.
Devouring souls, I should have lived forever.
But their undigested remains bred in me a deadly nephritis,
With fear, restlessness, sinking spirits,
Hatred, suspicion, vision disturbed.
I collapsed at last with a shriek.
Remember the acorn;
It does not devour other acorns.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Making Our Father Proud
Within us,
Are the souls.
Within us...
Are the spirits we live.
We should clean up our acts,
And stop tarnishing our souls.
Treating them like our foes.
They have one of those too!
Like me and you.
Within us.
Within us,
Are emotions.
And some of us give them too much time!
Irritating them with self obsessed whines.
Yet others have no clue or notion...
Where to find theirs.
Or how to feel them when they're found.
If anything is there at all.
And we accuse someone else.
Anyone!
For not knowing who we are...
How we feel,
Or when we feel it!
Within us,
Are 'our' souls!
Ourselves we don't know.
Not from the soul!
There are too many of us,
Who do not show that we do...
Know within us,
Are 'our' souls!
We have chosen to make excuses!
Within us,
Are the spirits we live.
Shouldn't we be giving
Them good treatment?
And sharing that...
With our 'soul' brothers and sisters?
Making Our Father proud.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power Of The Unity
The ritual was strong
Deep within the soul a spark shone
Under the silence a strength grew
As all toasted her strength.
Seek the soul of the deliverer
And within your soul will evolve
The power of the unity
Lead and follow forever.
poem by Alison Smith
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Open Your Soul To Me
Open your soul to me,
Open your soul to me,
Open your soul to me.
If we dont open our souls to each other,
Theres nothing in between us.
All the years of living,
All the years of talking,
All the years of sharing the space.
If we dont open our souls to each other,
Theres nothing in between us.
I remember your eyes,
Reflecting the skies.
Waiting for the boat to come,
Waiting for the boat.
Writing the script of life,
Playing the guessing game,
Hurting from love and fear.
If we dont open our souls to each other,
Theres nothing in between us.
Some day when your boat is here
And youre way out there,
You may remember the summer clouds
And that I tried to reach you.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Open Your Soul To Me
Open your soul to me,
Open your soul to me,
Open your soul to me.
If we dont open our souls to each other,
Theres nothing in between us.
All the years of living,
All the years of talking,
All the years of sharing the space.
If we dont open our souls to each other,
Theres nothing in between us.
I remember your eyes,
Reflecting the skies.
Waiting for the boat to come,
Waiting for the boat.
Writing the script of life,
Playing the guessing game,
Hurting from love and fear.
If we dont open our souls to each other,
Theres nothing in between us.
Some day when your boat is here
And youre way out there,
You may remember the summer clouds
And that I tried to reach you.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Lonely Soul
Richard ashcroft :
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
Yeah, yeah
I believe theres a time and a place
To let your mind drift and get out of this place
I believe theres a day and a place
That we will go to, and I know you wanna share.
Theres no secret to living (theres no secret to living)
Just keep on walking
Theres no secret to dying (theres no secret to dying)
Just keep on flying.
Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name
Im gonna die in a space that dont hold my fame.
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls.
I believe theres a time when the cord of life
Should be cut, my friends (cut the cord, my friend)
I believe theres a time when the cord can be cut
And this vision ends (let this vision end).
But Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name
And Im gonna cry in a space that dont hold my fame.
Walking in the cold
Just keep on flying
Therell be a searchlight
On the mountain high
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Im a lonely soul.
Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name
Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name.
God knows you are lonely souls
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
Lonely souls
Im a lonely soul.
So long, little chapel
? ? ?
Pack up your light
Pack up your light
Say goodbye to the holy water life
Ohhh.....? ? ?
? ? ?
Ahhh.....
song performed by by Unkle
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Playing With The Wolves
The wolves are out to play when they desire,
This soul needs comfort to state the reign,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.
To revel and seek festivity is worthy of barbwire,
Inside the soul we house a strict after pain,
The wolves are out to play when they desire.
Strength and virtue are to be selected by the choir,
Workers are around us in actions to ascertain,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.
Strong men are never to think the exact attire,
That works well for people to attain,
The wolves are out to play when they desire.
Searching for attributes or names is so entire,
The walking and breathing of men is to abstain,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.
Versatile effects are reselling, reworking with hellfire,
Anything is in the production, in the campaign,
The wolves are out to play when they desire,
Our souls are always the same to conspire.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Twisted Souls
Twisted souls
covered in pain-engraved festers
devoured in darkness
Eroded away from maked-hatred
Past falls from your eyes
like blood, ruby danced, tears
your eyes stare endlessly emotionally
Your pity falls on the audacious
losers that schreech and howl
in pity forever in the lonesome boxes
live in
Twisted souls
Blind to the embezled pride
of the pain-strickened
survivors of the lost they so feasibly endured
twisted souls.
J.V.Boyd
poem by Jeffrey Boyd
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Thirsty Souls
Everyone has a thirsty soul, a driving force to make man whole,
To fill that spiritual side of man, being part of the Creator’s plan.
Everyone who truly does thirst, truly must seek the Creator first,
He’s the only one able to fill, souls according to His eternal will.
Filling us with the Spirit of God, sent down upon all earthly sod,
To dwell in the soul of all of us, who in the Lord place their trust.
God brings us first to His Son, the Lord and Savior of everyone,
Then God fills you day by day, as you walk in life’s Narrow Way.
Out from a dry and barren land, He guides us with a loving hand,
To God’s Eternal River of Life, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
God takes a soul, once aloof, into the Word, God’s Eternal Truth,
And He fills the soul as they read, making changes as they heed.
Christ fills us beyond our need, as God’s Spirit, we allow to lead,
Upon The Rock we take a stand, as we go to the Promised Land,
The Rock, from where water flows, to the souls the Father knows,
The Living Water from above, provided through the Savior’s love.
God shall fill the souls of men, who in Christ become Born Again,
Come to Him and thirst no more, by Jesus Christ the Living Door,
Who fills thirsty souls of men, in ways which only the Creator can,
As He fills their souls spiritually, preparing them for Life Eternally.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Once More I Rise
Once more I rise
My eyes, my lungs filled with dust
From the arena floor
You are too strong, my worthy foe
The crowd clamors for my blood
Once more I rise
One last time before I fall, finally and forever
But I do not rise for you
Nor certainly for the pleasure of jeering voices
Fomenting hate, though they know not whom
They so despise
In a way, I die for them
I represent their dark souls
In my disgrace, I somehow give them hope
Hope that they too can vanquish
Their enemies
But I do not choose to rise for them
And I most certainly do not rise for you,
Though, you are worthy
Of this final stand
A chance to prove the full strength of your hand
No, I do not rise for you but
For myself
My pride mostly
It is all that remains of my miserable life
Pride in the one I had hoped to be:
Victor in this dark arena
And so, as I rise
It is only pride that rises
And only pride that will fall
The rest of who I am or ever was
Remains buried in the dust
Nevermore to rise
Hymn 48
The Christian race.
Isa. 40:28-31.
Awake, our souls; away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought begone;
Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.
Thee, mighty God! whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Elegy:The End of Funeral Elegies
MADAM—
That I might make your cabinet my tomb,
And for my fame, which I love next my soul,
Next to my soul provide the happiest room,
Admit to that place this last funeral scroll.
Others by wills give legacies, but I
Dying, of you do beg a legacy.
My fortune and my will this custom break,
When we are senseless grown to make stones speak,
Though no stone tell thee what I was, yet thou
In my grave's inside seest what thou art now,
Yet thou 'rt not yet so good ; till death us lay
To ripe and mellow there, we're stubborn clay.
Parents make us earth, and souls dignify
Us to be glass ; here to grow gold we lie.
Whilst in our souls sin bred and pamper'd is,
Our souls become worm-eaten carcases.
poem by John Donne
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Are They Still Here?
sometimes i question what
has been taught about souls
are they still here?
are they in heaven, and then on All Soul's Day
permitted to visit us
here in our homes?
is there a day when the souls of the dead
and the those who are still leaving
meet and converse
and evaluate what's up?
i like to think, there is still this connection.
Papa telling me what to do and
Mama still comforting me about
what has been done.
And all the souls of my ancestors
for once on this day of the souls
Guiding me towards what pleases them
and what pleases us all,
something that is good and beautiful
and yes, levelling
when the dead and the living are still one
inhabitants all
in God's everlasting grace.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Holy Beings- Every Body Every Soul!
Radiant Souls
Eclipsing
past and future thought
forever forging forward
in the amber of the moment
Sensitive souls pensive souls
pondering the acts of
senseless wandering souls
compassionate omnipresent
soul penetrating souls
So many helpful serving souls
running earthly errands
cycling loves communal cosmic laundry
Oh the selfless nature of the soul!
Holy beings!
Every body
every inch Sacred
god given nakedness!
Vessel of the soul
cosmic conscious
mind receptive body!
Blessed be all Bodies!
Sinewy stretched
Muscles tensed in exercise
laid out in relaxed release
Oh the Brio of the Body!
Always and everywhere...
everyone you find:
The priest, The goddess
The Mother, The savior
The teacher, the student
the Father, The Son, the Daughter:
Earthly lovers, every body divine
All heavenly souls...inseparably intertwined!
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Lost Souls
Lost souls trapped all around me.
Stuck in this oblique purgatory.
Not knowing where to go or what they'll find.
Lost souls caught in a vicious grind.
Bending backwards until they break their spine.
Damn this ugly daily grind.
Broken and beaten such brutal words for token.
God help us please,
the lost souls that are diseased.
We are lost and can not be found,
the souls that are eartward bound.
These souls are lost at such a cost.
There are no freinds,
there is no love.
Just crippling pain that shoots like lightning.
I lost my soul it's all gone now.
Death is the only respite now.
So now I go and grab my gun,
pull the trigger so much fun.
My soul is lost,
no one will care.
Why should they now their souls are bare.
poem by Michael McParland
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The Conumdrum of War
I am on my knees
As I say a little prayer to thee
In my minds eyes I see death
In my heart I feel the pain
Why must we live to the music of war?
That condemns our souls to damnation
Why must lost souls forever be taken from this realm
Just because humanity has the need to say they are right in what they believe
We continue to waste the lives that we are given to lead
We continue to take the unexpected lives of the innocent soul
Why must this be forever a part of humanity?
Where is the harm in giving your heart and soul?
In the right of all that lives in faith and harmony
I have said it before and I will say it again
We must choose the path that will set our souls free
Give up the wars that condemn our societies
Give your heart to thine neighbors, friends, and family
Let the conundrum of war burn out the fire of hatred
Moreover, once more dare I dream?
Why not make this dream become real
©Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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The Ecstasy
WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
By a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.
So to engraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one;
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls—which to advance their state,
Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.
If any, so by love refined,
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
He—though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same—
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.
This ecstasy doth unperplex
(We said) and tell us what we love;
We see by this, it was not sex;
We see, we saw not, what did move:
But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things they know not what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again,
And makes both one, each this, and that.
A single violet transplant,
The strength, the colour, and the size—
All which before was poor and scant—
Redoubles still, and multiplies.
When love with one another so
Interanimates two souls,
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of loneliness controls.
We then, who are this new soul, know,
Of what we are composed, and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no change can invade.
But, O alas! so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They are ours, though not we; we are
Th' intelligences, they the spheres.
We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their senses' force to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.
On man heaven's influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.
As our blood labours to beget
Spirits, as like souls as it can;
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot, which makes us man;
So must pure lovers' souls descend
To affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
Else a great prince in prison lies.
To our bodies turn we then, that so
Weak men on love reveal'd may look;
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
Small change when we're to bodies gone.
poem by John Donne
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Letting Go
We have to learn to let go
We can't hold onto everything
Even the people that are so near
There is possibility and the fair
Unfortunately its so clear
So prepare yourself not to tear
Hold on to strength of your faith
And god will guide your way
We must be prepared and conviced
That everything happens for a reason
Everything has beginning has an end
We can't hold on to people
Even if we adore them
Or to the things we love
We must find the strength
In our souls to 'let go'
We can't control everything
We can't make everything perfect
As we can't be perfect ourselves something i've found out
That sometimes it is more helpful To find the strength on our self
For 'Letting go'
And never chain souls.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Music Fills Our Souls
Music fills our souls,
so we can keep dancing,
out win the devils steps,
out dance him once and for all,
Music fills our souls,
the notes that are applied,
the sounds they project,
refill our hope, strength and desire,
so we may dance on,
this crazy marathon,
Music fills our souls,
it give us cause to rejoice,
a reason to keep the steps in stride,
a feeling of serenity,
a vital component to survive,
Music fills our souls,
we know we could not do this alone,
so we asked our gifted friends,
to help us in our quest,
Music fills our souls,
our friends came along,
put the melody in the air,
the passion in our souls,
Music fills our souls,
by the love and grace,
our friends have shown,
Music fills our souls,
Debbie Nicholson copyright@2009
poem by Debbie Nicholson
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Out Into The Blue
Blue.
Sky blue,
Eyes of blue.
Blue eyes,
Soul deep pools.
Talking silent words,
Soul words,
Words of the soul.
A deep well.
Well of souls,
A welling up.
Soul free.
Free souls.
Souls escaping,
Escaping the body
To soar.
Soaring souls.
Free.
Free souls,
Into the sky.
Sky blue.
Blue souls.
poem by Paul Brookes
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