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Do not grieve for me
When I exit from this earth
As my soul is free
Roaming in the streets of mirth
Ending my journey of birth
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Of The Body And Soul...
upon a fusion, you live immersed
conscious about a self within a self
(as in soul bathed in a body,
body trapped by the roaming soul)
sometimes you sigh
this body is so beautiful and my soul has wasted it,
if i (soul) were just enough,
a transfer should have been made a long time ago
liberating this body and letting it find its own definition of joy
the soul is selfish, having entered it has no key for the exit
these two have been too irreconcilable
everyday is an argument, every night a disillusion
fate, bad luck, inseparability, the absurdity of having to live
on immiscible arrangements
water and oil, sky and earth
the days are running, there is nothing detachable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soul in a syllogism
Soul is explained in a syllogism.
Soul does not exit the body at death.
It hasn't entered the body at birth
As the child came from the parents live seeds.
So there is no exit as there was no entry..
06.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ain't Gonna Grieve
by Bob Dylan
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Come on brother, join the band,
Come on sisters, clap your hands,
Tell everybody that's in the land,
You ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Brown and blue and white and black,
All one color on the one-way track,
We got this far and ain't a-goin' back
And ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
We're gonna notify your next of kin,
You're gonna raise the roof until the house falls in.
If you get knocked down get up again,
We ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
We'll sing this song all night long,
Sing it to my baby from midnight on.
She'll sing it to you when I'm dead and gone,
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more.
Well, I ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
Ain't a-gonna grieve no more, no more
I ain't a-gonna grieve no more
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Just Walking
when i was a kid,
thirteen or fourteen,
i used to go out
at night and walk
the streets...
not going anywhere
in particular...
just walking....
a restless soul
beginning a journey,
and didnt even know.
on the good nights
it rained... and the wind
blowing water in my face
helped prepare me.
today i feel like walking....
beginning a journey,
or ending one?
doesnt really matter...
just walking!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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speaking Of Re-birth!
** SPEAKING OF RE-BIRTH!
Many a time it has been said, that despite my
prayers and fond wishes,
The soul must go through several re-births,
To absolve itself from all debts on this earth!
And those who committed acts of violence,
Must take re-birth to meet such an end!
It is indeed a reassuring and comforting thought,
That crime never goes unpunished in the eyes of
God!
Now what happens to all our courts of laws,
With hanging and life imprisonments galore? !
For the same offence you cannot punish a man
twice!
Do the advocates of ‘re-birth’ listen to such
advice?
Despite whatever has been said in re-birth’s
defense,
I have always prayed for Moksha without giving
offence!
My the Gods make my soul truly free, -
And if the soul must suffer re-birth, -
Well, let it not be me!
-Raj Nandy
03 Jun 09
New Delhi
(Though written in a lighter vein, many a true word
is spoken in a jest!)
My Soul
My soul is not the coward
that my body seems to be.
For my soul does remember
that my body will be free,
free of all its fears and fright
while passing through this earth,
free to experience once again
a brand new type of birth.
My soul is always patient.
Sometimes my body's not.
For my soul exists forever
while my body's just a dot
in the vastness of experience
that's come and gone for me.
And so patiently I'm learning
to acquire tranquility.
My soul will never leave me
as seasons come and go.
But my body will finally say adieu
to happiness and woe.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Soul Departed Today At Piet
A SOUL DEPARTED TODAY AT PIET
A soul exited Today to the abode of heaven
I could not recall his face as others say was a man
Known among his strange friends as a bonhomie
Torn in the mortar of all filial enemy
Upon his exit, all celebrated the pain of loss
No matter what it cost to him to edify such bliss
As all would die; none would be redeemed
Soul would rest in peace in the house of God
All we have is his memories so fresh
Like balm on a cut unready to dress
Pain of loss is the loss of gain
As we gather to bemoan him again and again
His mortal remains left to be decayed
One with the earth as lay on nature’s bed
A few started weeping; their tears wet the earth
His mother lied on bed as fortune forever mirth
A few got his photo to say a final Good bye
Friends wept so loud as if God has lied
Trembling limbs of father consoles the remains
That reached to destiny before its arrival
The tinkling tears of brother denies to get dried
He who slept him in nights now lying on death bed
All prayed God to keep his soul in peace
Let his memories remove all dirt of bliss
Last rite of exit yet to be performed
Last kite of a soul yet to be detached
poem by Tuna Biswal
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We are on a higher journey,
We are on a Higher Journey,
We are on a Higher Journey,
Just remember that many need to learn about time's,
We are on a Journey that is never ending,
Thinking of all my composure,
Just hold on and never give up,
We are on a Higher Journey,
Just remember that,
Iam feeling so secure in all my efforts to please my rights,
Stand up for what is right,
Life is worth even more than death,
Just hold on and on,
Never give up on any struggle's,
Remember that we came from far,
The journey is a never ending destiny.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXIX
THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE
There is a vice in the world's reasoning. Man
Has conquered knowledge. He has conquered power;
He has traced out the universal plan
Of the Earth's being; and in this last hour
He has unmade the God which he had made.
I cannot doubt but he at length has read
The riddle of the Earth; that he is wise.
He also hath dominion charterèd
Over the lands, the oceans, and the skies,
Which toil and sweat to give him daily bread.
--Knowledge he hath, and power upon the Earth,
And long ago he had himself been God,
But for the cruel secret of his birth,
Which gave him kindred with the dust he trod,
And for the hideous ending of his mirth,
A fly--blown carrion festering 'neath the sod.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Never Ending
(words & music by kaye - springer)
Walk down to the beach at sunset
Look as far as you can see
You will find that endless ocean
And thats how my love will always be
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Look up at the sky at midnight
Gaze up on the starlit view
Just as heaven has no boundaries
Neither does my love for you
I bring you never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending
Never ending, never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
Never ending love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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In The End, A Sad King
ROAMING free, in a spell bound
dream, there are snakes here,
dangerous snakes, and the isolation
of a drunken king. one man grapples,
another crys, another throws himself
into the wicked night.
ROAMING free, into the devels arms,
theres are drugs to make you like him,
and drugs to stop your heart.
there are snakes here, dangerous snakes,
and the isolation of a drunked king.
ROAMING free hand to hand, there is
hope here, and death to a wicked king.
poem by David Gerardino
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Trust
to her- her family meant so much
and in them she put her trust
she trusted them from her birth.
for her they'd move heaven and earth.
this beautiful daughter that came
into this world, was a diamond, a gem, a pearl.
she filled their hearts with so much love
like an angel sent from above.
they showed her that trust
and love is the key
for a pure heart roaming free.
trust is what brought this family together
and from that point on
it could'nt get much better.
poem by Louis Rams
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Set Me Free
You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel
you're Mother Nature and an atom bomb
As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies
your little secret will be safe with me
around again insane again
it somes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
Your kept alive and polarized with one thing in mind,
metabolizin' everything that you see
but now and then or a little later
now I'm gonna take you down with me
Around again insane again
she comes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
so set me free
set me free
'cuase I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
song performed by by Velvet Revolver
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Journey Knowing Pain
The ‘JOURNEY’ of life is full of so many mysteries,
Almost never giving the answers we would to hear.
Cruel and hard as it seems,
The journey continues from day to day,
Week to week, month to month and year in and year out.
Sometimes we feel this journey is so meaningless,
Emptiness fills our hearts, we sadden, we bleed,
Find ourselves without a face
Not wanting to go on any longer
Asking and seeking…is it really worthwhile
To suffer each day so relentlessly
No horizon to been seen, stars they don’t shine
Rainbows have no colours, the sun cold,
Cold as ice, raindrops become your tears,
The wind your inner fears,
The ocean mixing up your emotions.
Flowers wilt as so does your soul,
Songs become just a tune without melody,
The beautiful lyric you once heard
Is deaf to the ear.
You stumble and fall from mistakes made,
There is no forgiveness, no trust, all is gone,
Judged, convicted and sentenced.
How do you pick up the pieces again?
It seem a mission impossible
To far from your reach, the miles never ending.
This is the ‘JOURNEY’ I am experiencing now
The reflection in the mirror a wicked monster,
To be condemned till the day I die
Called a ‘Journey Knowing Pain! ’ for
I cannot just be ‘ME! ’
But in my heart I know that ‘IF’….
I could take back yesterdays journey
It would be the very first thing I would do.
To those who I have shared this ‘JOURNEY, ’
For all the pain, all the wrong, all my mistakes.
Which caused pain and made you bleed and ache within,
As humble as I can be I beg your pardon.
Please look into your heart and forgive me,
Once more I stretch out my hand to you
And ask once more….
Help me turn this ‘JOURNEY’ for the better
And not the worse!
dedicated to: my other wing!
Comments:
There are but 3 JOURNEYS in life.... The Entry, The Exit and the Journey of life itself experiencing each phase as an entity of its own! Share with me a journey of...knowing pain!
poem by Chiqui Babykin
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Sonnet: Have Mercy on him, Lord
Preserve this soul, Almighty God, I pray:
A person known to me in life on earth;
Forgive his iniquities, sins, this day;
Prepare his soul to gain eternal mirth.
Ignore his blatant lies by habit made;
Have mercy on this gentleman somehow;
Remind the good things done and taxes paid;
Forget his foolish thoughts and acts, right now.
Perhaps, the world had paid him in same coin;
His wealth, ill-gotten will remain on earth;
May be, he wore a chain of gold for loin;
Forget his trespasses, Lord, since his birth.
Give him another chance to cleanse his soul;
Show lenience on his failed divine role.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-2008
poem by John Celes
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I want to be free
I want to be free
Like a kite, Dancing in the sky.
I want to be free
Like a wind, Blowing over the sky.
I want to be free
Like a balloon, Going up to the sky.
I want to be free
Like a plane, Roaming above the sky.
I want to be free
Like a bird, Flying trough the morning sky.
I want to be free
Like a cloud, Trampling trough the mild sky.
I want to be free
Like a sun, Watching the world from the sky.
I want to be free
Like a moon, Hanging and smile in the dark sky..
I want to be free
Like a rainbow, Darting high to the sky..
I want to be free
Like a child, Dreaming about the endless sky..
To be free; Wondering about the sky.
Death And Birth
Death and birth should dwell not near together:
Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth:
Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether
Death and birth.
Harsh the yoke that binds them, strange the girth
Seems that girds them each with each: yet whether
Death be best, who knows, or life on earth?
Ill the rose-red and the sable feather
Blend in one crown's plume, as grief with mirth:
Ill met still are warm and wintry weather,
Death and birth.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The Pain Of An Earthly Existence
You tell me that I have a beautiful
soul but I know that I am so ugly.
For I was born into sin like all men
women who compose collective humanity.
The difference is I remember the moment
when sin entered my prime earthbound soul.
The moment just preceding my birth when
I felt sin enter pride manifest instantly grown.
Sin entered my soul to allow
my birth into this world of sin.
I have knowledge of pride sin
but not of sins entry origin in.
Yet the amazing thing for me is
that God can look into the hearts
of all men women who contain
such manifest sin far far worse.
I lost my divine nature in order
to be born looking into mirror
flesh masks sin manifest I contain
within is potential horror I attest.
Yet sin is the only horror that can
contain my earthly existence to
fulfil chosen purpose God within
my existence on temporal earth.
Without sin within I would
vibrate straight off
the horrific face of
this earth within an instant.
The vibration rate of such
an evil earth cannot
accommodate a human
soul completely free of sin.
Restoration acceptance of divine
birth divinity incarnate in flesh.
God enters in body sin corrupt
to dwell in form as holy spirit.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Carpe Diem
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting--
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,--
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Unless It Is Addressed
Unless it is addressed.
And anyone hears from me,
A solicitation for suggestions.
No one who crosses my threshold,
Is invited to give opinions...
Regarding my chosen lifestyle,
Within the walls of my comfort zone.
And IF I am roaming around butt naked...
Feel free to also do so!
Why some people take it upon themselves,
To want to recreate someone else's space...
And not practice good visiting guest skills,
Is something one does...
When a comfort has surprassed,
The disrespect zone.
And in my home when that begins,
An exit is requested with a...'You can go home! '
Unless it is addressed.
And anyone hears from me,
A solicitation of suggestions.
No one who crosses my threshold,
Is invited to give opinions...
Regarding my chosen lifestyle,
Within the walls of my comfort zone.
And IF I am roaming around butt naked...
Feel free to also do so!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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