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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