Breaking Rules For Love
Waiting for the glory of the Vampire book at home
in which Shadowhunters live in glittering cities only
reached through secret portals, add a heroine who
has the ability to create powerful runes that give
her unheard-of power
Also add an evil clan of power-mad governors and
the recipe is perfect to delight, the debate between
choosing for justice and breaking the rules for love
continues unabated, when the cherished friend of
the hero's beloved is threatened
Our hero is ready to lie down his life, the heroine
runs around havoc following in her wake, every-
one trying to keep her safe - taxed to the end of
their endurance, her childhood friend kept from
death by the one who stole her heart
The moral crisis is fascinating and the action is
non-stop - I am breathless while reading - my
world gone, my spirit roaming in the storybook
universe, no phenomenological experience can
keep my heart chained while I'm reading
Later comes the trauma of the book ending, it
will feel as if my heart contracts painfully, but
dealing with this loss has been the story of my
life, every new book in my hands leads to yet
another heartbreak in the end
Yet I cannot stay in the small reality within which
the five senses keep us imprisoned - my whole
being yearns for those unseen landscapes of the
mind forever invisible to our physical eyes -
the dream is everything
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Storyteller's Word
In a decent book, I can lose myself,
For, at least, a good couple of hours.
A well told story, for young or old,
My mind will quite hungrily devour.
I’ve always loved a real page turner:
A story, which, is totally compelling.
Sometimes, there’s a story, true or invented,
Which, simply, deserves, and needs telling.
Sometimes, a person in a book,
To me, can feel like a true friend;
You share their life and adventures,
And feel rather sad, when it all ends.
A story can stir up a mixture of emotions:
I’ve cried tears, and gasped with surprise.
I’ve found myself completely captivated,
As a story unfolds before my very eyes.
A good story, has the ability to transport you,
To different places, and to different times.
You just never know where you may end up,
When you sit and read those immortal lines.
Stories should never be kept locked away:
With others, they should be readily shared.
There is no other past-time, known to man,
With which, reading a book, can quite compare.
Whether a story is based on a person’s life,
Or whether, it has been quite purely invented,
A story can make such an impact upon you,
That, forever, in your memory, it is cemented.
I’ve always adored a really well written story,
Regardless of, by whom, or when, it was written.
Snuggled up, with a book held in your hands,
It is so easy, to become completely smitten.
A story can make you lose all track of time,
When, in a book, you are totally immersed.
I love reading a story, and really drinking it in;
For reading books, I’ve developed a real thirst.
There are many stories, the world over,
Which, are still waiting to be heard.
Nothing on earth, is quite so powerful,
As the power of the storyteller’s word.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Red book - The Rule Is You Must Say How You Really Feel.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast, it says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Some new so close to you. You must get to know them. Its a game you can slowly win. Bury your true feelings.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never to fast, never too fast. It says it won't last burnt by the past. We are all wearing masks. Time to take them off. Stop hiding behind your walls. It cost us all. It will be your down fall. Just another phone call. Meeting the face behind this stall. It has come to a sudden halt.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Are we trying to hard? Are we faking this march? Are you trying to hide something underneath? Are you look for a little relief? Do you want me, and are afraid to say it? Denying our insides. They can't be alive. They just can't. And go back to the old dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Memories ignite, previous passions locked up so tight. Are you willing? Are you giving in to obvious feelings. Let me know. And I won't go. Please stop the fruadlent show. Its faking thats so heart breaking. Is your heart aching? How can I make you understand this is your one and only chance. So please lets dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of the past. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. I have been burnt by the past.
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Birth Of A Mystery 5 July 2009
Spirit renewed, heart rejuvenated,
filled to overflowing by the energy
stream, a mystery hero came to a
heroine in a dream
Whispered of love and delight to the
tune of celestial music, too beautiful
to describe, the beauty of love re-
placing all darkness
The birth of another mystery, energy
inexhaustible, forever new, the new
dream always better than the one
which came before
This is the meaning of infinity: Love
never grows stale, perfection will be
replaced by something better, the
world will never
Stop evolving, the heroine still feels
the kiss of the mystery hero
upon her lips...
5 June 2009
poem by Margaret Alice
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This Is The Story (Takes 1,2)
I play the song, it was our own
Your photograph's by my side
I know I can't forget you
So I don't even try
The note you left is in my hand
I read again what you say
You're sorry but you love him
And you've both gone away
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And it's the story
That is breaking my heart
An open fire, our favorite chair
I get a book from the shelf
But the words I am reading
Could apply to myself
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And it's the story
That is breaking my heart
Yes, it's the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, it's the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, it's the story that is breaking my heart
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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This Is The Story
(words & music by arnold - morrow - martin)
I play the song, it was our own
Your photographs by my side
I know I cant forget you
So I dont even try
The note you left is in my hand
I read again what you say
Youre sorry but you love him
And youve both gone away
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And its the story
That is breaking my heart
An open fire, our favorite chair
I get a book from the shelf
But the words I am reading
Could apply to myself
This is the story of a man
Whose world has fallen apart
And its the story
That is breaking my heart
Yes, its the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, its the story that is breaking my heart
Yes, its the story that is breaking my heart
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I Could Be Your Hero
I could be your hero,
I could protect you from the dark,
Save you from the hurricane,
Keep your heart safe,
And mend your scars,
I won't let anyone break your heart,
Won't let anyone torture your soul,
Would you run if i told you too?
Would you never look back?
I could take away your pain,
I could save your soul tonight,
I could protect your heart forever,
Put my shield of love around your heart,
Stop people from being able to get in and break it,
Stop people from scarring it,
I could be your hero tonight,
Stop all of your heartbreak and pain,
Stop the black hole that's sucking up your heart,
That's causing all this pain inside of you,
I could be your hero,
Stop the darkness,
Give you some light in your life,
Stop the darkness inside,
Help it to escape,
Escape from your soul,
So that you can can become full of light,
I could be your hero,
But hero's only happen in fairytales,
And life isn't a fairytale,
Life is a rollercoaster,
Life is pain, hurt and hatred,
life is crying over someone,
Pleading for your Dad to stay,
Pleading your Mum,
Telling her that life is worth it,
Not to end her life.
poem by Charlie Bones
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There Is A Story
There is a story
Of which only a heart could tell
A story of love and beauty
Of wanting and regret
A tale of such romance
Where a tragedy unfolds
The hero or heroine emerges
To save another’s life
To rescue from such loss
The heart of their affection
A story told and known
A story so alike many others
But with a soul of its own
It plays at the strings
A melody of quiet beauty
From the darkest tears
To the brightest smile
There exists uncompleted
A life being written
In a story
Only a heart could know
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Stories of.....
Courageous and fearful
are two similar things
though one has the spirit
to see what “action” brings.
Both of them are scared
there’s no denying that,
its’s just that one is controlled
and one beats it right back
Now this one may be killed,
maimed, or disabled
Though who is the “hero”
when you’re reading the fable?
It’s the hero who’s brave,
while the coward stay back.
It’s our hero who prevails
and often attacks
these monsters of evil,
these beings of harm.
And it’s often the coward
who raises alarm,
to summon the heroes
to come in good speed
While the hero prevails,
courageous is he!
And he will return
to good women, good will,
ro glory and riches............
unless he gets killed.
The decision is yours,
not that of the writer.
Do you run from this witch
or turn around to fight her?
Do you return to “glory”
and the respect of many
or were you hiding from courage
and never received any?
The story is yours,
you can write your own book.
You can fashion your hero
by the chances he took.
Or you can hold back
and stay well and alive.
While they looked for trouble,
you looked to hide.
But in all fairness,
many stories are told
of cowards who hid,
and grew rich and grew old.
And those cowards died
a nice, peaceful death,
dying in their beds
far from dragon’s breath.
So after writing this,
to be a fearing or courageous guy
ultimately lies in
how you’re looking to die. .
poem by Chris Weersing
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The great book for you is the book that has the most to say to you at the moment when you are reading. I do not mean the book that is most instructive, but the book that feeds your spirit. And that depends on your age, your experience, your psychological and spiritual need.
quote by Robertson Davies
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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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Words Which Hold Me Captive
Told Nici I had finished the first book, with starry eyes
she brought the second volume also, I have almost
finished the third one too, she said, and I could not
withstand the charm of this series written for teens,
beautifully sculpted to keep readers on tenterhooks
as hero and heroine were driven apart
Unwillingly at first, trying to withstand its spell, I began
to read, was sucked deep into the story world, every-
thing disappeared and I read until the second book
came to a discordant end, threatening tragedy, I would
have to read the third book also, no stopping this lovely
sheath of dreams from carrying my spirit away
No realism can penetrate or dispel the beautiful illusion
or destroy the magic words which hold me captive -
and I am such a willing victim…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Matters Of Observation
it is me lying on a bench
reading a book halfway through
the pages
for a break i close the book
earmark a page
and look at the jack fruit treetop
just beside the house
i am on the second floor
and no one is in the house
my wife is visiting a friend
who just arrived from the U.S.
there is no other creature except
a white butterfly hovering
on a sampaguita flower
in the small garden
the tree has more leaves
but it is not bearing any fruit
at all
i am reminded of those years
joys forgotten and now i am reading
a book about some shadows
of doubts
there is this systems that works
of patronage
refunds
i am situated in a plateau
and my Jesuit professor who dropped by
last night with a
'how are you? ' through the YM
must have understood that an
introvert like me has no
place outside
the books
i understand and frankly
i do not have to tell him how i feel about it
inside the pages
the stories are too many
my hero is dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Book Of Guidance
Book of knowledge,
Book of truth,
The book of old,
Contains the youth,
This book has plenty,
On lies and deceit,
This reveals how to get up,
After every single defeat,
This book of love,
Tell the story,
Of the beauty's dove,
And Gods glory,
This book of life,
Is the way to live,
Be free be true,
Be pure all the way through,
Be trustworthy have honor,
Live long and prosper,
Please God and love your father,
Have fun and be one with your brother.
poem by Jordan Moore
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A Best Way To Peace!
Prayer to God is the best way to get peace;
Meditation in Nature is smooth way to peace;
Book is another way to forget worries to peace;
I prefer musing over the beauty of Nature to peace!
Many become unstable without work, friends or family;
Life is evolved in Nature which is a book ever updating
That when one sees never gets let out in life in the world;
This is my experience I tell you all to remember to follow!
Beauty of Nature, music melodious and inspiring book
Make one elated to high spirit equipping to scale God
Present in the Universe, a greatest wonder of all time
Inspires with God spirit powerful to go confident ever!
Confidence, courage and endurance inspired by Nature
Lifts up human spirit to divine spirit to enjoy peaceful bliss!
poem by Ramesh T A
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What He Will Do
Your sinful past God will erase, when you step into His Grace,
The Grace that you do receive, when in Christ, you do believe.
Christ will come into your night, and fill your heart with His light.
Today if you truly seek His face, you my friend He will embrace.
He will take you from your past, giving you a future that will last.
God will set your heart just right, as He gives you His new sight,
As He will give you eyes to see, eyes that will focus on eternity.
Jesus Christ will cleanse your heart, and give to you a new start.
On earth you’re given a new life, thru the power of Jesus Christ,
This is to live our life every day, and in a new and powerful way.
God gives men new direction, that leads them to a resurrection,
Through the power of new birth, you will be lifted from the earth.
God will give to you my friend, from any beginning, a better end.
For all men face a certain death, on the earth at their last breath.
But with a belief in Jesus Christ, Believers will have Eternal Life.
Christ will give to you a peace, which in your soul will not cease.
Most men will return to dust, however this is not true for all of us.
Christ making all things new, includes believers like me and you.
For when our sin was forgiven, we were both marked to be risen.
And a New Body will be yours, when in Glory, you see The Lord.
(Copyright ©02/2006)
Little Wise Pink Book.
Oh! The wise little pink book,
Which contain the wise words and pictures,
Where my love lies,
And ma heart lay its head.
How shall I forget about you?
You the mother of ma heart,
Oh! My heart soothers.
Which soothes every pimple that causes agony in ma heart.
You’re my photos album,
when I want to see ma boom,
You contain pictures of ma heart,
From head to toe,
I love you so much, little pink book.
You’re my dictionary,
Whenever I need any love word’s meaning,
Ma love encyclopedia,
To calm my psycho-phobia.
I love you little pink book,
You have been the source of my comfort,
When ma heart was in trouble,
I can’t forget about you,
Little wise pink book.
You are everything,
You are the promise we make,
A phone-family we set-up,
Oh! Little pink book,
You are the CPA of our love.
I love you little pink book.
My eyes shall not let down,
Neither will my heart fail you,
For your words pass through my eyes down to ma heart surpassing my brain,
I love you, little pink book.
My life is yours, little pink book.
poem by Constant's Laiv
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The Romance Of A Book
Reading a book, you're hit by romance,
No matter the subject matter,
You can read and read,
And every book is different,
Some stories are more pleasant than others,
While some are funny, but most are serious,
For the romance of a book,
Is in everyone's heart,
No matter their age or height,
Whether male or female:
It is all relative and I devour,
Each and every book,
I can read the classics,
Or even a heart-warming romance,
I just get through so many books,
I love every storyline,
Not so much the gory parts,
But the cleverness of the fictional detectives,
And those rock stars that roam the stage,
For a book is something that will never age,
No matter how many years on the shelf,
And stories can be shared with everyone else,
Yet everyone has their own views,
And books can be lifting when they're feeling blue,
For people have been reading fiction for centuries,
But, of course, not all books are fictional:
There're the historical books, interesting,
Even if a reader is just passing through,
And we can all learn something from the history books,
And let's not forget the autobiographies:
Many a man and woman fascinating,
Having lead unique lives and having had special loves,
And there is a romance to these people,
For they walked the same earth as everyone else,
Yet brought something strange and special to the world,
Like a scientist making a new discovery,
Or a rock star penning a hit song,
And all these things are which make books belong,
I haven't met anyone yet who finds books boring,
Because books are not boring: they are fascinating,
Unique, special, strange, romantic and enjoyable,
And every reader's dream: like hitting 'play' on a record,
For this is the romance of a book.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Hero Of The Heart
I am not a special man, nor am I not.
I do not live to love; I love so I may live.
Life is what it; it is what it is not.
So believe in what is not, and be ready to give.
I am brave to love, and I have courage of light,
I am a Hero of the heart.
I fight with all my strength and might,
So we will never be a part.
I have no special powers, my weapons are few,
My strength lies within my heart, and my feeling for you.
I struggle with all that’s wrong, and I turn it to the right
Using all my love for you, I can win the fight.
They call me the Hero, “The Hero of the heart”,
I call myself a foolish man, hit by cupids dart.
But be as it may, my love is will not stray
I will be your Hero always, home and away.
REB JULY 2011
poem by Rik Bertrand
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Save Somebody To Save Yourself.
Crying out, to not be just snuffed out. A pledge from the forgotten son. Truth in so many words can be won. A drive to make you live long enough to see your success. I'm not just trying to impress, but to make you see your work is not in vain. I'm come full on, guns blazing. Ready for everything and anything. A mission to the impossible dream so it seems. But I'm still here, so have no fear. A hero in the making as your hearts already breaking. Staving off the vultures who are waiting for death like its accommodation. No appreciation. Paying just for the ground in which you lay. Please enjoy your stay. Mass of friends and family beneath your feet. What a treat. But eh come on now it is what it is. Forget and forgive, live and let live. So i just dive in where i can, cause it makes feel like a better man. I've been falling in this quick sand and needed a hand. So now its time to embrace other end. So let me be your hero. Let me bring you above the clouds. Hold your head up without doubt. Yeah thats what im all about. Fates have sewn to a world so unknown. Together is definitely better then living for forever. Heart ache comes and goes just like snow. Sometimes just need to be a hero to save yourself. To quick to justification can lead to horrible revelations. A simple conclusion is what need in life. And doesnt involve your scarlet eyes looking so sad with a knife. Just let me be your hero, its what i need just to breath.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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It Was Written
Chorus
And it was written
up in the book of lights
theres and mansion and your forever more
And it was written
up in the book of lights
theres and mansion and your forever more
Verse 1
Well did you know the pen was stronger than the knife
and they can kill you once but they cant kill you twice
did you know destruction of the flesh is not the ending to life
fear not of thee anti-Christ
Did you know that I exist before the earth
and did you know my eyes are windows to the world
Did you know you cant go a Zion and a wear jerry curls
Cant tell the boys from the girls
Ya body just a vehicle transporting your soul
Its what inside the people is beauty to behold
Fear not of evil
Everyday them fleshed growed
Changes of the times they get told
Chorus
And it was written
up in the book of lights
theres and mansion and your forever more
And it was written
up in the book of lights
theres and mansion and your forever more
Verse 2
Me say me want
Freedom, justice, equality
As it was written on the book of lights and sociality
Me want fa big up Marcus Garvey say me big up Huey P
Me na want no brutality in a me reality
I can see it in the signs everyday I live
Its clear to ma mind somthin getta give
The system is the problem but it aint just gonna change
The people got to fight as one and break free from the chains
We livin in a time where whitey got us corned
Shackles on the brain police on every corner
They lookin for some soldiers but they so hard to find
My elders say be patient cause things come in time
Not fast enough because
They want fa rewrite ma history and make the motherland a mystery
cause we to strong fa them to dis we
because if it wasnt how it is then it would definitely be
because the days is up
blaze it up
AFRICAN WARRIOR raise it up
Push it up
Fill up ya cup
We had enough so were gonna buck
Now is the time open ya mind
Then you will find its a design
You matter what you do no one can stop the time
Dont want no KKK no CIA no brutality
Ghetto youths and RBG we ridin fa liberty
Been here before the start still here after its over
And its written in the heart of every soldier
Chorus
And it was written
up in the book of lights
theres and mansion and your forever more
And it was written
up in the book of lights
theres and mansion and your forever more
song performed by by Dead Prez
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