YOU TAKE A CHANCE AND HOPE YOU'RE SAFE
BUT IF YOU'RE NOT THEN IT'S TOO LATE
(The dialogue between Guy Montag from Fahrenheit 451 and his mistress)
- You're crazy, dear! Why do you need this stuff?
The glass screens are more harmonious and calmer.
- What do you see in them? Its stark beauty, there is no life in it.
But books, I suddenly understood it, are alive;
thousands of stories and people live in them.
- You are not healthy; what kind of people can live in the paper?
And all these stories, they torment the heart with their sharp word.
- The word is a breath of air, not a sword!
Is not our hearts were made to be tormented?
- I don’t want to live like this;
I feel so empty in my soul, surrounded by all these books.
- You feel the emptiness because you don't know love.
- As well as envy and hatred.
The people in your books are all jealous and angry.
- Not all books are like that. Your glass screens are not any better;
looking at these frozen eyes, I want to kill myself.
- You are insane. And the books will not bring to the good.
You will become an outcast, a criminal!
- At least I will have a whole bunch of friends in my bosom.
Shakespeare and Swift will be my companions.
- Then you will have to choose.
On the one hand, I will remain, and all your comrades in life.
On the other hand, there will be your new friends, Shakespeare and Swift,
all these books, and your madness. Well, what will you choose?
Real world or longing among these meaningless pages?
- You won't understand me. We were blind,
But now I see the light! And I can see where illusions are,
And where is the real world was hidden.
Books are the only part of the hidden world:
On these pages - the life and feelings that have stolen from us. But I will return the lost!
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Peace
The feeling of rest
After a hard day's work
The weightlessness of relaxation
Finally
Serenity
No reason to fear
No longer any worries
My mind is happily blank
White like new-fallen snow
While I sit by the fireplace
On a Christmas morning
Calm
For my spirit is calm
My soul no longer pains me
I'll soon fall asleep
To waking dreams
And an eternity
Of sunrises
For at the bottom of my heart;
The dregs of my emotions lie
I'd given all to you
And you drank without satisfaction
I filled your glass over and over again
Yet you could not be content
I had nothing left to give
And then, like so many before
I was thrown aside
Cast out like a leper
But the thing about barrels
Is that they can be refilled
And someone wanted me to be filled
They poured their heart and soul into me
They completed me until I overflowed
They granted me a purpose, and a meaning
So now as I look upon you
Inebriated in your unfulfilled grief
Wasted in your past iniquity
I pity you
For we cannot be connoisseurs only
But we must be barrels as well
For we cannot drink alone
But must be drunken from again
Men of Iron, Men of Smoke
Red hands hidden in their cloak
Helter Skelter in their hearts
Silence people, so they start
End beginnings, death of life
Pleasured pain, calming strife
All their “truth,” is but lies
Hide the demons in their eyes
Propaganda lead the people
Separate the laws and steeple
All who speak against them die
Total darkness soon is nigh
All of those who live are dead
In a white world made of red
Let me take you
In your mind's true eye
To blue-green pastures
Ocean-like waves of grass
Flowing gently over hill and dale
The sun gently shining
Partially cloaked behind the clouds
The crickets singing to each other
Fall is soon at hand
But for now we enjoy
Those few last days of summer
And as we lay on the warm earth
We'll daydream at how fast
The year has gone already
Silent time is passing
Pleasant melodies fall upon my ear
Swinging, swooning,
Waltzing melodrama
Imprinting their faerie-like steps
Deep into my mind
I am lost
In a tidal wave of euphony
An effervescent motif
Returns like starlight after sundown
There is no time
For eternity sits in this moment
There is no war
For my heart is stilled
My soul is quiet
I am finally at peace
I hear that Devil's train
Hot on my heels
Come to collect, I suspect
What he thinks he owns
Time is short
But I've got some left
So I'll burn it up
And blow it in his face
Here and gone
Like cigarette smoke
Rush to my head
Speed to my death
Neon past lighting my way
But I can't see whats in front of me
Walking down the path ahead
Red hand in my pocket
Death, in my thoughts,
Is racing to a stoplight
But unlike others
Red means speed up to me
I'll live long after I'm dead
That you can count on
Long after I'm gone
I'll still be around
Time flies
As clouds fill the skies
So far from you
And yet standing beside each other
Can we weather the wind and the waves?
Whisper me words
I've never heard before
Underneath dark storm clouds
As waves drift us further away
Reach out your hand
Take yours in mine
Together we'll weather the storms
That strike out at sea
And as our troubles cease
We'll stop drifting about
And look to see the stars in the clouds
At least we'll imagine them
Before Poseidon's waves drag us below
But I hope there's one thing that you know;
Hold on to me close
As we sink into a melancholic sea;
I've got your hand, and will never let go