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Books On The Table

I was awaken
But it were silent
When the noises come

Sitting in side
Change the rhythm
Spitted signs
Spray the rays of wisdom

It does not matter
Loneliness bitter
Friends and guest flatter
Pages turned better

Widen and push
Into the dream
Sinking in the see
Turning pages
Live with me

poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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The Barricades Of Heaven

Running down around the towns along the shore
When I was sixteen and on my own
No, I couldnt tell you what the hell those brakes were for
I was just trying to hear my song
Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
Wed all get in the van and play
Life became the paradox, the bear, the rouge et noir
And the stretch of road running to l.a.
Pages turning
Pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where Im from
All the world was shining from those hills
The stars above and the lights below
Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
I lost track of the score long ago
Pages turning
Pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where Im from
Childhood comes for me at night
Voices of my friends
Your face bathing me in light
Hope that never ends
Pages turning
Pages torn and pages burning
Faded pages, open in the sun
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where Im from.
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of heaven where Im from.

song performed by by Jackson Browne
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We Live in the Loneliness Of Ourselves (For Alfred Kazin- Critic)

We live in the loneliness of ourselves (For Alfred Kazin Critic)

We live in the loneliness of ourselves
We try to read
The world as our own.
But most deeply we know
We too are idiosyncracies-
Time passes
Lifetimes of meaning accumulate
But still on our own
Turning the pages
The book we have written
In our reading
Is inexplicable and unknown
Even to ourselves.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Tracks, Trails, Lines and pages

Tracks in forests… of woodland creatures
Trails of shooting stars in summer skies
Tracks of rockets o’er bloody battlefields
Traces of wrinkles round wizened eyes

Lines of wisdom on wrinkled faces
Lines of ants upon the floor
Lines of prose on parchment pages
Lines of carts inside the stores

Pages of life, inside old diarys
Pages dog-eared to mark the places
Pages filled with tales sad and fiery
Pages filled with empty spaces

poem by David Whalen
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The Memory Place

Shelves tower over me; crowed with bound pages
of events, people, places, ideas.
Of memories.
Of captured feelings pressed like flowers between the pages;
for people to be inspired by someone else's words.

My eyes caress the titles printed on bright spines
as I run my fingers across
what holds the memories together.
I pick up a book, turning yellowed pages,
the scent of gentle time traveling to my nose.
I close my eyes and smile:
it brings back memories of my own,
but these pages are not for me.

I put back the soft bundle of pages
and continued to search in the Memory Place
until I find my own belonging among the words.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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Written In Blood And Love

In pages written in blood, in pages written love.
Stories are told of you grow old together.
Live to dieing forever.
Scarred by the pain of misery.
Scarred by the imperfections the have created so many rejections.
Give me the antidote to the poison that I have slipped in my own drink.
Let me breath the life in again.
Drowned out all the cowardliness of my angel who holding me up.
Such a beautiful crutch.

Still in the pages written in blood, in the pages written love.
We are just one of millions.
Every story is the same.
All that's changed is the names, places, and faces.
Erase it all.
Rewrite the entire fall.
Let the wind take me.
Let the lightning strike me here and now.
For i will not let it cloud my judgement.
No matter the storm that's brought on.

In the pages written in blood, in the pages written in love
Hate me for the right reasons
Hate me because I am what you wanted me to be.
In all the irony.
I didn't change for you.
It was done way before you came along and sang your song.

All the pages have been written, in blood and love.
The Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet to the fullest.
Its the cruelest games in tragedy strikes without a ounce of leniency.
No mercy to those who are jumping without a life line.
Protection against the evil of an accident so quick.
A slip becomes a fall.
Next your trying to stall buy a little time.
But its in vain.
Nothing can be changed.
Its sink or swim till you reach shore.
So long off stripped of everything you thought was important.

Values so mixed up in these pages written in blood, in the pages written in love.
We have killed another pair of doves.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Destiny Life Leaf Pages

manuscripts we all life write
destiny life leaf pages
some leave empty pages white

others shimmer reflecting light

some smear pages with dirt
record chaos rip rub out hurt
how shall we fill manuscript pages...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Signs That Will Never Change

Leaves come falling on a winter's day.
Robins weep and watch them sail away.
Floating on the water is autumns last farewell.
These are signs that will never change,
signs that will never change.
Rivers once were frozen now they're free
Showing winter's going rapidly.
Tadpoles turning into frogs in winter's last farewell.
These are signs that will never change,
signs that will never change.
The changing faces of the seasons
are those that cannot be compared
Except in love it sometimes happens
love grows but all too soon it dies.
Tadpoles turning into frogs in winter's last farewell.
These are signs that will never change,
signs that will never change.
signs that will never change

song performed by by Hollies
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Song Of A Genie

I wish you were here
To charm my sight,
To flip the bewildering pages
Of Arabian nights.
I will be the genie with the magic words
In the incessant pulse - the rippling waters-
I will gurgle love in the silent stream-
A hero embarked on a journey
Of epic grandeur in your dream.
I will be your soothing breeze
When loneliness engulfs you and
Impels you to sit beneath the shady trees
Of serenity and pristine aura
I will be the all enjoyer, though invisible
Of your erotic pastimes
I will be the guardian lamp
In the dark shadow of night and a song
To calm down your turbulent soul
I am the epitome of the pages where wishes
Are granted and desires fulfilled.

poem by Kojo Owusu
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To the Reader

As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow
saffron,

and as you read, many gods
lie among lianas: eyes of obsidian
are watching the generations of leaves,

and as you read
the sea is turning its dark pages,
turning
its dark pages.

poem by Denise Levertov
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Downstream

Took a boat sunday, down by the sea
It just felt so nice, you and me
We didnt have a problem or a care
And all around was silence, everywhere
You are the reason I was born
Be with you through all seasons
Ill always hear you when you call
Well keep the love light shining
Through each night and day
A lonely life behind me
Oh what a change youve made
So down here on the ocean we will stay
Went through a lot of changes
Turned a lot of pages
When I took a boat sunday
To know you as I know you now
That is all I need
And we will get along somehow
If we both believe
So down here on the ocean we will stay
Went through a lot of changes
Turned a lot of pages
When I took a boat sunday

song performed by by Supertramp
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Nothing's So Far Away (As Yesterday)

Another evening, the rain falling down
It's been a long time, since you've come around
A little laughter, and we had it all
It's so misleading, the things you recall
Turning the pages
We open the cages
Now I know that
Nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothing's so far away
Take a look at the person inside
You realize there is nothing to hide
I remember the things that we said
So very simple the lives that we led
Turning the pages
We open the cages
Now I know that
Nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothing's so far away
I recall how it used to be
And I can feel it, feel it surrounding me
Turning the pages
We open the cages
Now I know that
Nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothing's so far away
I recall how it used to be
And I can feel it, feel it surrounding me
Oh, nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothing's so far away as yesterday, wo, oh

song performed by by America
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Noises

(ian hunter/tommy morrongiello)
Noises are taking away my freedom.
Noises seem to rob me of myself.
Noises are the sound of mediocrity.
Noises ... to take that ... from out of myself.
Noises are taking away my casualness.
Noises are making me scared.
Big noises are made by big shots.
Some noises should never be heard.
Noises,
Noises,
Noises,
Noises,
Give me noises!
Noises are looking over my shoulder.
Noises are the sound of the herd.
Noises make the planet colder.
Noises are noises that should never be heard.
Noises,
Noises,
Noises,
Noises will destroy me.
Noises ...
Why not join some junky jewels, who wreck the clines on canvas fools
Who take the vapours from the mind. neo nothing. shallow kind.
A ritzy nazi owns the game, he plays at God but that was fame
And music masturbates his mind, and stones get rolled up in the slime
A new york butch becomes a blond, while changing gears while from beyond
Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take
Owls with trowels as big as spades, dig down among those sequined graves.
Work out their ages, turn the pages, caught in cages, locked in ages
Media momenta, who can prevent her.
Noises, noises, noises, noises
Did you find a certain street, theyre looking for thoughtless thoughts to preach
The street, the street, theyre not your drain, while waiting in the pouring rain
For your old lady out of work, brought the baby, bet your shirt
Waiting for godot did it, then whats happening the other end - rewards
And gallant knights with blunted swords
Locked away in isolation, trying to figure out why they wanna die
And thats the state of the nation.
Noises,
Noises,
Noises,
Noises, oh, oh, oh.
I love noises!

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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My Song

I wrote a song
It's called 'my life'
I tried my best to make it a good one
I'd never written a song
Twas indeed my first
I had an eraser
I couldn't clean my mistakes though
It turned out to be a long song
A hundred and twenty pages worth
A page a year
I made a mess of it
Blue pen made a mark
As depression took a quarter of it
Yellow pen made an entrance
I decided it was better than blue
Red pen tried to hurt me
As all anger was kept inside
Green pen whispered a note
I wished I had my neighbour's song
So many colours on just one song
Twenty-five pages were dark
I knew not which way to go
I tried to turn a page but couldn't
I basked in pages gone
Hence left several pages blank
Twenty-five pages were wet
As tears serenaded my heart, it did the pages
Too much pain in one song
Tried to change the words
The things I thought all made the song
On a scale of good to bad, bad stole the day
I searched and found other songs titled 'my life'
I wrote my song the way they had
My song was like a painting
One in utter disharmony
One drawn by a clueless artist
But an artist whose passion burned his painting
I set my heart on fire on page 35
There had to be more
And more I had
On page 120, my eyes were dim and hands tired
Since pages couldn't be turned
My mind sat, and looked back
What had I done?
I'd been mountain high
I'd been valley low
I'd been good
I'd been bad
I'd been....
I lay my head on my song
Took my last breath
But before I did
I held a girl
Who had a song called 'my life'
She read my song
And shed a tear
And said I had written....a masterpiece. 

poem by Jenim Dibie
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Pages of the Mind

is your mind turning
the pages of my mind?
i heard the shuffling
of pages in the casual
and laidback corridors
of my mind and thought
about all my poems

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Curtain Of Iron

The streets of the city are barren
All the windows and doors have been closed
As the night draws near
You can feel their fear
Their freedom is just an illusion
And they tell us that love is a lie
Can it all be true
What can one man do
(Chorus)
See the pages as they turn
Never will the children learn
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron
Never will the pages turn
The City of Gold's in the distance
And they've already forgotten their dream
Visions slowly fade
In this land of shade
(Chorus)
As the power grows, darkness spreading
Hope is still alive, though we're dreading
What the future holds, no more need to
Fear what all men face
Only good can win the race
Rumors speak of war, all the nations
Turmoil in the streets, tribulations
Now it's plain to see
All the prophecies are taking place
Only good can win the race
There are fragments of truth still remaining
And they bring them the light of the world
To this hope we cling
Till the bells will ring
See the pages as they turn
In their wisdom we will learn
Our bloody history soon will resolve
See the pages as they turn
In their wisdom we will learn
Free from the prison, a Curtain of Iron

song performed by by Kansas
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Books

The universe (which others call the library). . .
-Jorge Luis Borges

Books which are stitched up the center with coarse white thread
Books on the beach with sunglass-colored pages
Books about food with pictures of weeping grapefruits
Books about baking bread with browned corners
Books about long-haired Frenchmen with uncut pages
Books of erotic engravings with pages that stick
Books about inns whose stars have sputtered out
Books of illuminations surrounded by darkness
Books with blank pages & printed margins
Books with fanatical footnotes in no-point type
Books with book lice
Books with rice-paper pastings
Books with book fungus blooming over their pages
Books with pages of skin with flesh-colored bindings
Books by men in love with the letter O
Books which smell of earth whose pages turn

poem by Erica Jong
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It is difficult sharing and capturing so many years of memories and the people behind the words-and even though that guest book can speak volumes, in between, the pages remain so silent.

quote by Eugenie Anderson
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Nothings So Far Away

Written by dewey bunnell, bill mumy, and robert haimer, 1991
Found on encore: more greatest hits and highway.
Another evening, the rain falling down
Its been a long time, since youve come around
A little laughter, and we had it all
Its so misleading, the things you recall
Turning the pages
We open the cages
Now I know that
Nothings so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothings so far away
Take a look at the person inside
You realize there is nothing to hide
I remember the things that we said
So very simple the lives that we led
Turning the pages
We open the cages
Now I know that
Nothings so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothings so far away
I recall how it used to be
And I can feel it, feel it surrounding me
Turning the pages
We open the cages
Now I know that
Nothings so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothings so far away
I recall how it used to be
And I can feel it, feel it surrounding me
Oh, nothings so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothings so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothings so far away as yesterday, wo, oh
Nothings so far away as yesterday, wo, oh

song performed by by America
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Turning Pages

Naiveté in younger years
And meager sense between my ears
What interested me the most
Were comic strips within the Post.

“Deep in Bengalla
Woods within the famed Skull Cave
The masked Phantom waits...”

Throughout advancing teenage years
My interest turned to social spheres
Again the Post is what I read
To see the people who were wed.

“Maryann Fulmer
And Nolan Zane Fullerton
Were married March 3rd….”

Turning the pages to sixty
I sport a silver-white goatee.
I still read the Post but only
Familiar obituaries.

“Nolan Fullerton
Of Whitehall, Pennsylvania
Passed away Monday…”

I keep turning the pages daily
Until the death bell tolls for me.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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What Is Written In Red

I am written in red,
I am sliding across the page of life.
I am racing across the lines of language.
I am red.
I write words,
I create lines and sentences,
I am kept in solitude
I am red.
I create paragraphs.
I create signatures.
I know what you're thinking before you speak,
I am red.
I cannot breath because I am enclosed in a capsule.
A capsule that covers the knowledge inside.
All I do is stare at pages,
All I know is pages,
I become apart of the pages,
And the pages become apart of me.
I become apart of english,
I become apart of words,
I am RED.

BY: Takisha Fields

poem by Kiesha fields
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