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Why in my soul [De ce în al meu suflet]

Why in my soul I carry
The death when go ahead,
Why is my speech so empty
And why my eye is dead?

Why is my head deserted
My life so sad and dry?
And why are you the person
Who always asks me why?

poem by Octavian Cocoş, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Ocean Breathes Salty

Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so.
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hope so.
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Life Or Death?

Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?

poem by Triauna Hall
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Spit It Out

Back then my life was empty
Most things around disturbed me
Messed-up and really restless
My head was filled with distless
Until the day you saved me
You made me see things clearly
Nothing is ever hopeless
Got to know how to love myself
You made me love you, me and life
(chorus:) Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I am stupid
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I was mistaken
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I missed my chances
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I cannot fix it
Right now I grab my head and
Look back at what I have done
I've been a total fool
Can find no explanation
One day I could not take it
Guess things were just too perfect
So I took my stuff and left you
Though I will always love you
Thought you saved me I still left you
(chorus)

song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

Death death death death death death death death death death death

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Empty Old Houses

Empty old houses can talk…
But one must know how to listen…
to hear them

Empty old houses have stories…
But one must be eager to listen…
to hear them

Empty old houses can suffer..
But one must have empathy …
To feel it

Empty old houses can feel pain
But one must be able to bear it …
To feel it

Empty old houses have memories
But one must believe … that they have…
To share them

Empty old houses contain people’s lives
But one must believe…that they do…
To share them

Empty old houses can seem dead and deserted
But one must know that they’re not..
To know them

Empty old houses can teem with life’s pleasures
But one must walk through
to sense the aura of life

Empty old houses abound in life’s treasures
But one cannot help but…
To admire them

poem by David Whalen
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Fugitive

we got the soul
we got the honey
stayed alive
we keep on running

house is on fire
with petrol stain
we stay on the move
ahead of the flames

we are the new
accelerators
faster we go
before they make us

maybe we did
maybe maybe we don't
we see your face
as you throw the stone

i am a fugitive on the run
i carry the weight of what i've done

those born a sweat
through eyes of love
bring more light
than five thousand hertz

it's not where you're from
or where you go
or what you believe
it's more than you know
open your head
open your head
hold me close as you jump off the edge

[chorus]
i am a fugitive on the run
i carry the weight of what i've done
so don't carry the weight
don't carry the weight
i don't carry the weight

you can't change the world

song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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I am Lost Now

Thoughts of Nothing
Thoughts of Darkness

No Dreams or Goals
No Hopes or Spirit

Only the Remnants of a soul remain
Tattered and Torn, No hope of Revival

I am lost to my self
I am lost to all

Deserted me, my friends have
Deserted me, my soul has
Deserted me, all for a Dream

I am Lost Now
Oh so Lost

No one to run to
No where to go

My only wish is to disappear from memory
To be lost in the depths of time, and space

For I am an Empty bottle
Cast aside without a second thought

poem by Brad Combs
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I Am Dead

I am death, and the right hand spells well this left hand;
I sadden the soul of mine, innocence does correct it
When the hands will replicate the blood of ages
And the green and blue grass shall witness a shower from up above.

I am life, the harbinger of life and all of forgotten life;
Like a tree that blossoms for its head and legs to carry more energy.
And then all of the wonder has been remembered
losing a request from soldiers of the tree,
do think this polite, please.
I live with guesses and estimates giving us joy
As much as the death of people
As much as the living spectrum of vision
As much as dead men and women who learn from each other.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live -
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands,
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why?
God, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live;
Will you let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will you slight his grace, and die?

Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
He who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace his love:
Will you not his grace receive?
Will you still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
Will you grieve your God, and die?

Dead, already dead within,
Spiritually dead in sin,
Dead to God while here you breathe,
Pant ye after second death?
Will you still in sin remain,
Greedy of eternal pain?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will you for ever die?

poem by Charles Wesley
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Hymn VI: Sinners, Turn, Why Will Ye Die?

poem by John Wesley
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The Death of a Raven

As I was taking a tour today
I saw a raven lying dead by the side of a bank
He lay there lone, cold, dead
Nobody to bury, cremate, or carry him away
I felt sad
I felt life is so sudden, so short
A couple of ravens kept circling the dead
They tried to tell me something of the raven dead
But I couldn't understand them
Because I don't know as how to interpret the language of the raven
The raven lay dead by the pavement of the bank
He lay sideways
His feet up
His dead beak closed and dead
I felt a sudden rush of hopelessness, a sudden rush of undefined pain
I didn't stop there to mourn the raven's death
I ran away as fast my legs would pace
The raven is dead
Everything around him goes as usual
Life is a continuous process
Time, tide, space flows on their own pace
Nobody notices the death of the raven
Except me
My soul saddens by the death of the unknown raven
The sky is dark and cloudy
It threatens rain
A few drops dropp here and there to make the scorched ground a little
wet
I cry for the dead raven
Please spare a pray for the dead raven

poem by Ujjol Kamal
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Only person

I am the only person
Responsible here.

Only person wellknown in the market
Only person to love
Only person to show life with open eyes.

The life is an empty vessel
The life you like and
If you like you can puton
Anything you like
If you like you can putoff
All your programme
And held me responsible
For all lapses committed by you.

I am the person
The only person
Who is yours
Only yours
Only person
The only person.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A wish that one day

A wish that one day,
I can face the courage,
And beset myself upon the task,
To carry on a conversation with someone,
Without judgement,
Without guilt,
Without shyness,
And without remorse.
A wish that one day,
I can have the courage
To carry out a conversation with someone,
With love in my heart,
And happiness in my eyes,
With soul within my voice,
And strength behind each word.
A wish that one day,
I can have the courage,
To carry out a conversation with someone,
Not only within my head,
Or within my mind,
But with an actual person with
A name, a heart, a soul,
A personality, a peace of mind.
All of which I don't know
And all of whuich is foreign to me.
A wish that one day,
I can have the courage,
To carry out a conversation with someone,
With the confidence to say my name out loud,
To be heard,
To be known,
To be recognized,
And to be loved.
A wish that one day,
I can have the courage,
To carry out all these wishes,
And know that wishes do come true,
That there is truth behind a wish,
Behind hope,
And a reason why I should
Keep making wishes,
Why I should start to hope
Because I do not know any now.

poem by Music Galore
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Deviance

I embrace the darkness within
Forever serve beneath its hand
Horrid thoughts that surface to me
Ceremony bloods command
I will live through this forever
I have done the things you grieve
As you kneel before its evil
Death is here deep inside your

Skinned alive now naked
Terrorized no humanity
Seek salvation from an mia god
Empty vessels chanting for your death

Walk the streets beneath the shadows
Searching for a cryptic bride
Eat alive the conscience I hate
Without pain I watch you die
I will live through this forever
I have done the things you grieve
As you kneel before its evil
My face is the last you'll see

Soaked in blood the mask you wear
Haunting cries the dead scream for me
Staring eyes invoke no guilt
I can taste your mind your lifeless

Face the dead and dying
Feel your life drain
Through your soul
Seek salvation from an mia god
Empty vessels chanting for the dead

Death is yours
Your veins have dried
Staring eyes of glass now empty
Still you speak with lips so cold
In my head I hear you cry

God is dead can't save me
Taking lives with impunity
Resurrection of a deviant Christ
Feeding hate to capacity - deviance

song performed by by Slayer from God Hates Us All
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Death won't come..

Death is what I crave as I am no good at anything…

Death is what I want as I am such a horrible person…

Death is what I deserve as I ask questions to what peaks my interest…

Death is what I should have because my head spins with total bewilderment of what has been said to me…

Death is what I seek as I make so many people lives miserable..

Death is what should happen as I am not who people want me to be..

Why won’t death come to me, I am not worthy of life…

Please sweet death, seek me out…. I cannot continue life, as I know it…

I beg of you death, come and seek me out, where are you death…?

Where are you?

poem by Darla Olsen
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Under This Heat

This heat, this heat is penetrating the joints and meat
Of my corpse, later to have risen for some blind life ahead of me.
I am forgotten by most, resurrection is no crime,
Follies abound inside my soul, that readily is devoured
Like a zombie has fright, so much fright that it angers.
Vampires shall arrive for the fights, of a lifetime,
Answerable to God, for the religion is wrong, and you are wrong,
Forgetting me as I speak, launching a party of the crudeness
One asks for in the middle of the night, the night of hatred.
My corpse collapses halfway between life and death,
The death is not sudden, and the life is not exact,
Instead the ruination is within me, I am of the Undead!

poem by Naveed Akram
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Go Ahead On

(madeline bell / dusty springfield)
If youre gonna break my heart
Go ahead on
Guess you think youre kinda smart
Go ahead on
(well youve got another girl)
And youre having fun
(got her head in a whirl)
See what youve done
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
I said go ahead on
(go ahead on)
You never call me on the phone
Make me so sad
Sittin all alone
Feelin bad
(tired of being your fool)
cause you told me lies
(I cant take no more)
Of no alibi
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
For a little while
We had a good thing goin
Everything was peaches and cream
But the devil in you started showin
Do you understand now
What I mean?
You put me down
Every night
If you wanna be a clown
Thats all right
(when its all too late)
Then youll see
(shes done the same to you)
Like you did it to me
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
You put me down
Every night
If you wanna be a clown
Thats all right
(when its all too late)
Baby youll see
(shes done the same to you)
Like you did it to me
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Git, git, git
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Youd better pack your bag
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Bye, bye, bye
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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The Sad Soul's Dream

Sadness and greif
Won't be found on a leaf.
By the slice of a knife,
You end your own life.

Jump ten stories high,
To give death a try.
Point a gun to your head,
Pull the trigger, now your dead.

Death is a pleasure,
For suicides's measure.
Life is a mistake
That we should never take.

But the sad soul's dreams
Are never what one seems.
For life is a gift
That is always missed.

poem by Mariah Simpson
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Life isn't Hell

We die whole life for thinking of hell
What is that supposed to deliver or tell?
We are doing exceedingly well
Life is not that bad to curse or dwell

Our religious books are full of all divine speculations
That has raised sometimes little fear and many questions
Where are we going to head after leaving behind dead body?
Someone may suggest as it is to be taken over by somebody

Well, it is nice to keep person under constant fear and check
It is difficult to understand after death what can be at stake?
Who may know exactly what is open to us there after
Sometimes we are lead to believe and turn into laughter

We resort to all kinds of soul purification
Do no evil or try for its identification
What can be pursued and what can be forgotten?
Well certainly first question will be that of money all ill gotten

It is strong belief that soul will be taken by death lords
It will be under direct supervision of God under the threat of swords
We die simply because of imagining the death sequence
It has so much impact in the mind with its presence

The person who has adapted well with journey
May do it so with ease and leave it to almighty
Nothing is in our hand and it may come so in natural course
So it will be clear to him in advance for offering no curses

It has to be taken lightly when end is expected near
It is natural to have in mind unknown fear
Yet end can be peaceful if all concerns are well addressed
There is not much left behind or to be confessed

We all know about the divine layers
We memorize and repeat it in prayers
If we surrender to sub conscience in time
The end may not that painful sometimes

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tommy's Dead

YOU may give over plough, boys,
You may take the gear to the stead,
All the sweat o' your brow, boys,
Will never get beer and bread.
The seed's waste, I know, boys,
There's not a blade will grow, boys,
'Tis cropped out, I trow, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

Send the colt to fair, boys,
He's going blind, as I said,
My old eyes can't bear, boys,
To see him in the shed;
The cow's dry and spare, boys,
She's neither here nor there, boys,
I doubt she's badly bread;
Stop the mill to-morn, boys,
There'll be no more corn, boys,
Neither white nor red;
There's no sign of grass, boys,
You may sell the goat and the ass, boys,
The land's not what it was, boys,
And the beasts must be fed:
You may turn Peg away, boys,
You may pay off old Ned,
We've had a dull day, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

Move my chair on the floor, boys,
Let me turn my head:
She's standing there in the door, boys,
Your sister Winifred!
Take her away from me, boys,
Your sister Winifred!
Move me round in my place, boys,
Let me turn my head,
Take her away from me, boys,
As she lay on here death-bed,
The bones of her thin face, boys,
As she lay on her death-bed!
I don't know how it be, boys,
When all's done and said,
But I see her looking at me, boys,
Whenever I turn my head;
Out of the big oak tree, boys,
Out of the garden-bed,
And the lily as pale as she, boys,
And the rose that used to be red.

There's something not right, boys,
But I think it's not in my head,
I've kept my precious sight, boys, --
The Lord be hallowéd!
Outside and in
The ground is cold to my tread,
The hills are wizen and thin,
The sky is shrivelled and shred,
The hedges down by the loan
I can count them bone by bone,
The leaves are open and spread,
But I see the teeth of the land,
And hands like a dead man's hand,
And the eyes of a dead man's head.
There's nothing but cinders and sand,
The rat and the mouse have fed,
And the summer's empty and cold;
Over valley and wold
Wherever I turn my head
There's a mildew and a mould,
The sun's going out overhead,
And I'm very old,
And Tommy's dead.

What am I staying for, boys,
You're all born and bred,
'Tis fifty years and more, boys,
Since wife and I were wed,
And she'd gone before, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

She was always sweet, boys,
Upon his curly head,
She knew she'd never see't, boys,
And she stole off to bed;
I've been siting up alone, boys,
For he'd come home, he said,
But it's time I was gone boys,
For Tommy's dead.

Put the shutters up, boys,
Bring out the beer and bread,
Make haste and sup, boys,
For my eyes are heavy as lead:
There's something wrong i' the cup, boys,
There's something ill wi' the bread,
I don't care to sup, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

I'm not right, I doubt, boys,
I've such a sleepy head,
I shall nevermore be stout, boys,
You may carry me to bed.
What are you about, boys?
The prayers are all said,
The fire's raked out, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

The stairs are too steep, boys,
You may carry me to the head,
The night's dark and deep, boys,
Your mother's long in bed,
'Tis time to go to sleep, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

I'm not used to a kiss, boys,
You may shake my hand instead.
All things go amiss, boys,
You may lay me where she is, boys,
And I'll rest my old head:
'Tis a poor world, this, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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