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What can you ever really know of other people's souls — of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands. If there is a God, you are, in a sense, alone with Him. You cannot put Him off with speculations about your next door neighbours or memories of what you have read in books.

quote by C.S. Lewis
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True Dancing Souls

Our souls want to dance forever
not now. for you must see
Fate brought us together
too soon, he did

Finish your journey with her
and waiting I’ll be
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did

On future days we’ll be forever
our lives as one.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did

Our lips touch, our souls dance
bounded we’ll be soon
For now wait we must because
Fate brought us together
too soon, he did

Soul mates forever but not for now
we wait, for time will come.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did

Friends for now but forever we’ll be
wrapped by the music.
For fate brought us together
too soon, he did

For eternity or forever I’ll wait
one day we’ll be
Together happily without her
For fate brought us together
too soon you see

Fate brought us together
too late he did
For years ago we met
yet now we see our love

Fate brought us together
too late he did.
Not speaking one word,
we saved our lives

Fate brought us together
too late he did
We share now our memories
As our souls join
together they dance eternally

Our love now stays strong
our patience grows weak
No worries my love for
Fate brought us together
too soon but not too late

poem by Elicia Santoro
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History Books

We read the history books
The death and destruction
That happened time
And time again
But remembering is futile,
Without total and complete consensus
War will happen again

The memories of the Elders
While we sit on the lap of danger
We are listening in awe
and disbelief
It could never happen here

Ten thousand dead!
The headlines blare
In some alternate universe
Separate from our cushioned existence

Their lives are marked by tragedy
Ours by the tragedy we have escaped
Our army is only numbers
Theirs dear departed souls

Their stories are separated by a barrier
Faceless, courageous people
Risk their lives each day
While we sit

And read the history books

poem by Hannah Rachnid
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I Will Live as Long as The Sun

In the basement
back by the sliding door
there is a cabinet full of notebooks
don't waste time on a funeral
say a prayer if it helps you
and read my notebooks if you wish to honor me
you are all in there, believe me
when I am in the ground
don't stand and sob at my stone
read my words aloud
read them because I didn't have the courage to
don't speak of my sad fate
you will have me forever
I am in those books
I will live as long as the sun
If you so choose

poem by Stephen Martin II
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Students, study you must

Wake up and work
To let your destiny wake up
Read your book to keep up
Your high spirits and take up
The challenges knocking up
At the door of your dormant destiny.
Open this door, open up,
By riding on the horse for mutiny,
All set to search for oasis
By study, study and study,
In the desert of the endless lessons
As the clock ticks without passion!

Let the destiny not sleep
With books sleeping in the cupboard
Let opportunities not flee
And you make excuses like Mother Hubbard!
Let time not take you,
But you be the time taker,
Read to be a runner
Or the failure will take you!

poem by Jasleen Khanuja
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It's different in Scotland. People who come to readings are more interested in literature as such, but the readership in general is really quite diverse. It's a cliche, but it's said that people who read my books don't read any other books, and you do get that element.

quote by Irvine Welsh
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Bullets And Kisses

My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.

Heat seeking missile are only sent destroy.
Man less drones are deployed.
Books to a religion burned.
Peace will be destroyed.
It is impossible to avoid.
Unrest on steroids.

You want to trust and be trusted.
But you have no understanding of a culture.
You disrespect it everyday.
You create martyrs by your mistakes.
With every action you make it just escalates.
Fear spreads like fire in a very drought ridden forest.
Let me ask you how do you plan on exactly putting out?

You must get out.
It was never your responsibility.
We are not the divinity.
We are not here to save you.
With so much blood on our hands how can we still be wearing that cape?
Do we not understand what is at stake?
We just continue to create pure hate.

Greed is why we are sending our soldiers away from home.
Controlling chaos.
A symphony of stealing while their not looking.
If we are their long enough soon or later we will corrupt.
And that´s just little messed up.

Slavery can be bought and sold.
Back door deals.
A fake government at least thats the way the people feel.
And are they really that off target?
After all they are the are people.
A pulse beating, breathing life into their own country.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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God and goodness and Hope.....

I have always wanted to be
what you are,

oh, how i like it to be
where you are now,

and so i follow you,
every step
that you have taken
is a map
of my destination

you are inside that room and
i want to be in there too

but the door is locked, i knock and
no one hears it,
you are deaf and blind

no one opens the door for me
and i begin to
look at the window
they are closed too and i go behind the house
to find the kitchen door
it too, is closed

and i stand there alone
outside, and it rains and there is that sound of
thunder and
lightning is the only one that
gives me the flashes of light
to light my path

i am scared, of course, i am normally scared
by what is happening

and you are there showing your back at me
dining with the rest of your
guests

these successful people
who hold in their hands
fame and fortune
and who can withhold or grant other
people's opportunities

i am abandoned, and you are there inside that room
with all these societal gems

i give up,

i shall find another world of my own,
where opportunities are given for free
no dirty tricks, no influences, plain merit and
fitness, and
skill and competence,

i will work it out
from within, and i challenge myself with these words:

'soon, soon! '

i will be there,

because i am good and God will hand it to me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXIX

SIBYLLINE BOOKS
When first, a boy, at your fair knees I kneeled,
'Twas with a worthy offering. In my hand
My young life's book I held, a volume sealed,
Which none but you, I deemed, might understand.
And you I did entreat to loose the band
And read therein your own soul's destiny.
But, Tarquin--like, you turned from my demand,
Too proudly fair to find your fate in me.
When now I come, alas, what hands have turned
Those virgin pages! Some are torn away,
And some defaced, and some with passion burned,
And some besmeared with life's least holy clay.
Say, shall I offer you these pages wet
With blood and tears? And will your sorrow read
What your joy heeded not?--Unopened yet
One page remains. It still may hold a fate,
A counsel for the day of utter need.
Nay, speak, sad heart, speak quick. The hour is late.
Age threatens us. The Gaul is at the gate.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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On The Other Side Of The Door

If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
WHY would anyone choose to sit,
Ignoring what has been given...
Because they have decided,
If what is on the other side...
Would be something,
They would choose to like.
And...this is BEFORE,
Any approach was made...
By them towards the door.

If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
And one does not take advantage of this,
But wishes to be given clues and hints?
That key...
That opens that one door,
With opportunities awaiting?
Has been given to someone...
Looking for their ship to sail in.
Even if that ship was on the other side of the door.

'Captain?
We are still awaiting for the arrival of your chosen passenger.
Perhaps there has been a misunderstanding? '

~Do not worry about it.
We will cater to the ones who did use their keys.
We are not here to convince.
Just service.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunday

Sunday
Blank screen waits for me to fill it with strange letters,
but there is no haste as this is a lazy sunny afternoon.
Earlier today when the window shutters were still on
someone knocked on my door, I hid in the bedroom
didn’t want to open. Been alone for a month now and
don’t like to meet people and talk idly about nothing,
be polite and offer coffee and cakes.

Just been reading about the Portuguese in Zaire,
they took their culture with them and thought their
sweet African life would last forever- what a useless
word forever is- and now it is all memories in books,
few bother to read. This afternoon too will glide away
as I sit here, wondering who knocked on my door.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The fate of possession

He cherished holding books.
He bought them to read and hold.
He breathed his last with the faith
That the books would get a fair deal.
The books were sold by weight.
With no eyes, his soul didn’t weep.
31.03.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Forest Of Souls

The path was dark and shadowed,
They walked as their children followed.

Through the forest to the feild,
For time they shall not yeild.

Lost souls on their paths to fate,
As the reach eternals gate.

The path was dark and shadowed
They walked on as their children followed

The darkness is overcoming
As if to bow before what they are becoming.

They walk with their eyes ahead,
with nowhere to go but where they are lead.

They walk with family, with lovers,
As the mist lightly huvers

The path was dark and shadowed,
As they walk on with more coming to follow.

Their souls are lost, their hearts are gone,
As they walk through the woods as they walk on.

They carry the memories with them,
They leave all their feelings behind them.

Now they walk as one,
Until all but an empy shell is gone.

The path becomes dark and shadowed,
As more people come to follow.

The souls of men, of people,
As they all come, all the people.

They walk through the forest, through the wood,
Down the path of fate, past where they once stood.

The path is dark and shadowed,
As more and more people follow.

They walk past trees,
And plants and bushes, past all of these.

They walk, an empty shell, their emotions and their being...gone.
The souls walk on.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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White Flag

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were but
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
all that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

song performed by by Dido
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Deep Down Inside

Deep down inside hidden within
hides the pain of my soul, dark memories from back then
so fresh in my heart they seem never to leave me alone
and just when i think happiness is mine, pain reminds me its not gone
in the windows of my soul, pain sits near
leaking out every now and then in the form of a innocent tear
the pain behind the tear is far greater than the little water that slides down my face
its the origin that holds the pain, reality that fills the space
for my tears never reveal the pain in my cry
and happiness is all thats seen to the naked eye
never letting anyone truly understand the reason behind tears rain
for they always hear the story, not once seeing the pain
as if it could be understood, the reason for hearts cry
for my mind has already concluded reality as being the reason why
in all my pain and struggles ive never been able to stop time
ive only allowed pain to pile giving it permission to forever be mine
but the windows of my pain tell a truth, that even i sometimes cant see
all the pain and struggles that ive swallowed through the years has made a warrior out of me
for i am a ball of strength, only revealing a smile
and wisdom has led me to believe throughout the years its strength and not pain that has continued to pile
sometimes my wisdom and heart just dont agree
my soul has to be reminded that this is my reality
that all this pain was built from way back then
and behind hearts door, and souls window my true pain hides within

poem by Wanda Askew Scott
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Comic Books

Long before I was 12 I would read by myself.
Archie, josie, super-heroes.
I would read them by myself.
I had the stars on my wall.
14 was a gas for me.
Batman on tv.
I would cheer the super-heroes.
They were all I wanted to be.
I had the stars on my wall.
18 I was guaranteed.
I would lose my teenage dream.
But its so funny how I got to look.
Like all the people in my comic books.
Now Im a star on my wall.
Comic books.
Comic books.
Comic books.
Comic books.

song performed by by Blondie
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I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.

quote by Carl Sandburg
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I still love books. Nothing a computer can do can compare to a book. You can't really put a book on the Internet. Three companies have offered to put books by me on the Net, and I said, 'If you can make something that has a nice jacket, nice paper with that nice smell, then we'll talk.' All the computer can give you is a manuscript. People don't want to read manuscripts. They want to read books. Books smell good. They look good. You can press them to your bosom. You can carry them in your pocket.

quote by Ray Bradbury
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Poet's Soul

I read the poet's souls in the poems,
I read the poet's inner world.
Pulse beats louder, then duller,
And all my doubts are just hurled.

The sadness sometimes a kiss cover,
Then suddenly curled at my feet,
Giving the whole body a heat,
The warmth of a true lover.

Fever passes through nervous points,
Chill runs through the whole body,
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
And feel that the soul is haughty.

I delve into the words and their nature,
Understanding destroys the walls,
Now I would like to capture
The main idea and the poems calls.

I read and my joy is in full swing,
My own soul gets the wings,
I am ready to fly with the singer,
Like me the poet is a swinger.

I am with that one who dared
To plunge into the holy spring naked,
I am with that one who shared
An inspiration and was not faked.

I read the poet's souls in the poems.
But do I read the souls of reality or dream?
Let's deem that no one here and there lies,
And the law of poetry is always precise.

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Listen, my day job is also Chief Creative Officer for Marvel, and it's a very painful job because we publish a lot of books, and there are things I see where I can punch people out. Therefore, we have some new people now, and the kids are going to read our books.

quote by Avi Arad
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I've always loved words. I ate up all the books I could get my hands on, and when I couldn't get books, I read candy wrappers and labels on cereal and toothpaste boxes.

quote by Judy Holliday
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