Whoever battles with monsters had better see that it does not turn him into a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
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He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche in Beyond Good and Evil
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If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
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He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.
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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
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And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
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The Abyss
To test the 'Stare into the Abyss' bit,
Toroweap Point is a perfect place-
Hang your legs over a volcanic 3,000-foot drop,
And stare anywhere you like.
If you are firm in your commitments,
The Abyss will free you;
If you have low imagination,
The Abyss will drive you away;
If you are a great philosopher, poet, scientist, or musician,
The Abyss will nestle in your heart;
If you have drunk far too much wine,
You will become one with the Abyss.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Man looks in the abyss, there's nothing staring back at him. At that moment, man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.
quote by Hal Holbrook
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On Running Away
when you step on the floor
when that door opens because of your plea
to be in
when you are in
you discover that the monster is in too
and you want to step back
and go away
running is the first reaction
but soon
it is not the correct solution
it is not too late yet
you make a plea again to enter the same room
where the monster is in
and you decide to confront it
you know that you will be losing in this war
the monster has sharp teeth and a mouth without a jaw
hence it can swallow you whole
without much effort
then you think of another mighty solution
you stand still
then you sit down on the floor
you close your eyes
and plunge on the abyss of your
silence
you know what happens next
the monster is gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Abyss, notwithstanding
.
The deep abyss that divides us
Couldn’t block us.
We could still cast our glances,
Smell each other’s presence,
Listen to silent message,
Feel our aura, taste the image,
Each musing on the other in visualization
As if we were not on the opposite cliffs.
Which of our five senses
Can the abyss put seal to?
The abyss is welcome
In that we are beyond suspicion.
3.4.99, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Face Turned Upwards To The Sky
My face turned upwards to the sky
One summer night I lay upon some hay
A lively close-knit starry chorus
Was flickering all around.
The mute earth, nebulous and dreamlike,
Rushed off without a trace
And I, like Eden's first inhabitant,
Faced night's gaze all alone.
Was it I hurtling into midnight's depths
Or was it crowds of stars that hurtled toward me?
It seemed as if a mighty palm
Held me suspended over the abyss.
And with a heart confused and stunned
I cast my gaze into the depths,
Whence sinking every moment deeper,
I never will return.
poem by Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
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Fix Your Gaze
When you hit your note
Its like you had no choice
I cant resist distractions web
When you use that voice
On a crowded stage
I play soliloquy
Im at the center of the earth
When you gaze on me
The familiar ring of the native drums
Sometimes I hardly recognize it
Inspiration comes
With the tip of my mind
Holding back the sea
I have no choice but to prevail
When you gaze on me
Ive got the ghost of a new machine
Where I can find reality routine
Every time you fix your gaze on me
When you gaze on me
I feel a ring of fire
When you gaze on me
And I lose all desire
Fix your heart on me
Ill show you what Ive memorized
Fix your gaze on me
I need to see your eyes [uh - good god!]
Out in the cold the assassin waits
Armored by love no sword can penetrate
Every time you fix your heart on me
Im a new machine
Where I can find reality routine
Every time you fix your gaze on me
song performed by by Utopia
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Limitless Abyss
Like the fall night air, thou presence sends shivers
Down my spine to where I know not
To the abyss where all love delivers?
The abyss where all love is sought
Where lover's lost and all love is found
In its bottomless depths its vast expanse
Only to be found by thy love profound
As subtle as sweet as a lover's glance
Thine love, never ending, is a limitless abyss
A strange fate, struck by chills from the hand of chance
Like our love's first romantic kiss
Under the abysmal heavens where our souls did dance
To the music of all epochs; music of our own age
In the fall night air in its abyss our love's lovely stage…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Saint Dominics Preview
Shammy [chamois] cleaning all the windows,
Singing songs about edith piafs soul.
And I hear blue strains of no regredior
Across the street from cathedral notre dame.
Meanwhile back in san francisco
Were trying hard to make this whole thing blend,
As we sit upon this jagged
Storey block, with you my friend.
And its a long way to buffalo.
Its a long way to belfast city too.
And Im hoping the choice wont blow the hoist
cos this town, they bit off more than they can chew.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
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All the orange boxes are scattered.
We get to safeways supermarket in the rain.
And everybody feels so determined
Not to feel anyone elses pain.
(you know that) no ones making no commitments
To anybody but themselves,
Hidin behind closed doorways,
Tryin to get outside, outside of empty shells
And for every cross-cuttin country corner,
For every hank williams railroad train that cried,
And all the chains, badges, flags and emblems
And every strain on every brain and every eye (? )
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
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And the restaurant tables are completely covered.
The record company has paid out for the wine.
You got everything in the world you ever wanted
Right about now your face should wear a smile.
Thats the way it all should happen
When youre in, when youre in the state youre in;
Youve got your pen and notebook ready,
I think its about time, time for us to begin.
And were over in a 52nd street apartment,
Socializing with the whino few,
Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set.
But theyre flying too high to see my point of view.
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on
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See them freedom marching,
Out on the street, freedom marching.
Saint dominics preview.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Green Eyed Monster
Whos that creeping out of my back door
Dont say hes collecting for the poor
Dont you tell me youre not having fun
The green eyed monsters got me on the run
Phones keep ringing but theres no one there
You never told me why you changed your hair
Someone elses lotion on my side of the mattress
Green eyed monsters got me by the niagras
Dont think Im mad, its paranoia
(I want what you got)
Im sad, youre glad
(I want what you got)
Im hungry for your love
Say the word, give me fever
(you got what I need)
Keep those goodies for me
Midnight shopping is a funny thing
But Im not laughing, you dont wear your ring
You spend a fortune but your cupboards bare
The green eyed monsters got his home in there
Somethings cooking at the laundromat
Dirty washing, Im not having that
Fifteen visits and my threads are bare
The green eyed monster leaves me in despair
Dont think Im mad, its paranoia
(I want what you got)
Im sad, youre glad
(I want what you got)
Hungry for your love
You say, the word, give me fever
(you got what I need)
Keep that something for me
What the hell is happening here
The more I get to know
I find out how much I dont know
Who can I turn to now
When everything I touch
And everything I see
Seems to crumble into dust
You put the evil eye on me
Green eyed monsters driving me insane
And jealous lovers play a deadly game
My fire is burning but youre as cold as ice
The green eyed monster throws a loaded dice
Whos that creeping out of my back door
Dont say hes collecting for the poor
Dont you tell me youre not having fun
The green eyed monsters got me on the run
The green eyed monsters got me on the run
The green eyed monsters got me on the run
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Forms The Bridge
death is a door,
not an abyss.
love is an abyss...
the part of you
that you give
forms the bridge...
give your all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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It Has Always Been A Struggle
it has always been a struggle.
time is a thread
connecting two strange bridges
one walks
and balances in order not to fall
to the abyss
of failure
it is always a question of
how i touch love with love
i carry love and the one i touch
does not recognize the warmth of my
hands
it looks at me as though i am a stranger from a very far land
i am always broken and sometimes i wish to have the hands of Midas
not the kind that makes everything gold
i want to have the snake hairs and the gaze that can make those who do not see love in me
turn into stones.
it has always been a struggle and when the shadow of death comes with his sickle
i will speak no word at all
and gladly shall i go with it
it is my wish for now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tribal Rites (The Nighshade of Hues)
The nightshades of hue
Blacken the empty abyss
As the moon hangs low
With an eerie neon glow
A shadow moves across the
Barren land as the stars
Glisten in the dark
Thunder claps its roar energy
As the dark clouds creep across the moon
A lone owl hoots its eerie song
As it watches' the moon play hide and seek
With natures dark clouds of doom
The night is dark as the mist
Swirls around the abyss
That gapes at the edge of the cliff
The crackle of thunder crash's
Across the land booming from
One end of the abyss to other
And standing atop a hill
That views over the abyss
A lone figure stands
The wind whips at his clothing
Like a torrent of never ending lashings
His long shoulder length ebony hair
Swirling in the wind
He gazes towards the heavens
And sees the stars and moon
Beckoning to him to fly
But this earth bound body
Can only stand in this glories
Raging storm of the night
He sways to the rhythm of nature
As he recalls his brothers of the tribe
Teasing him of what's install for him
To gain his manhood his rights as a man
To live through this dark abyss
That has tested his father and his father before him
And it is now his turn to prove to the tribe he is a man
So as he stands alone
He embraces himself for natures test
The swirling winds and raging storms
A testament to his strength
As the dawn starts to break
He walks back to his tribe
Were he left a few days before
Just a boy now he returns a man
poem by Kaila George
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