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" Cage
It's a tear i want to shed,
For the weathered roses that once was red,
Today it's a decision want to make,
To move on in life ignoring the fate,
It's the promises i want to break,
Because its a nightmare and i want to awake,
It is the poem that don't rhyme,
I don't know how, but things changed with the tides of time,
It's the memories i want to forget,
Now i am tired, no more i can regret,
I'm the one, who feels alone in the crowd,
I want to cry, run and shout out loud,
Please leave me alone, relieve me from the pain,
I am empty now, there is nothing more you can regain,
Look at me and deep into my eyes,
You will find the love that never dies "
― Ratish Edwards
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" One night I dreamed of an angel: I walked into a huge, empty bar and saw him sitting in a corner with his elbows on the table and a cup of milky coffee in front of him. She’s the love of your life, he said, looking up at me, and the force of his gaze, the fire in his eyes, threw me right across the room. I started shouting, Waiter, waiter, then opened my eyes and escaped from that miserable dream. Other nights I didn’t dream of anyone, but I woke up in tears. "
― Roberto Bolaño
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" the only unfailing guide I’ve ever found through the innumerable blind alleys of my life as a writer, man, husband, father, citizen, steward, or believer, is the love burning in my heart. for me, prayer is about one thing: making contact with that love. though it burns in there like a candle flame, hot, bright, beautiful, love’s flame is so fragile… keeping one’s love burning, and living in accord with that burning: this, to me, is prayer. "
― David James Duncan , God Laughs & Plays: Churchless Sermons in Response to the Preachments of the Fundamentalist Right
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" The religionists are the enemies of liberty, and the friends of liberty attack religion; the high-minded and the noble advocate bondage, and the meanest and most servile preach independence; honest and enlightened citizens are opposed to all progress, whilst men without patriotism and without principle put themselves forward as the apostles of civilization and intelligence. Has such been the fate of the centuries which have preceded our own? and has man always inhabited a world like the present, where all things are out of their natural connections, where virtue is without genius, and genius without honor; where the love of order is confounded with a taste for oppression, and the holy rites of freedom with a contempt of law; where the light thrown by conscience on human actions is dim, and where nothing seems to be any longer forbidden or allowed, honorable or shameful, false or true? "
― Alexis de Tocqueville , Democracy in America