I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
quote by Samuel Beckett
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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)
Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,
But -
No butterflies for breakfast.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo Fear of falling No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.
quote by Milan Kundera
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I have vertigo. Vertigo makes it feel like the floor is pitching up and down. Things seem to be spinning. It's like standing on the deck of a ship in really high seas.
quote by Laura Hillenbrand
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Language of Silence
Silence
a brief pause in a raging fury
Silence
a calmness of steel in euphoric glory
Silence
amidst the passing of gigantic ocean
Silence
in revoking the almighty in full devotion
Silence
a grimace of a mask to hide the pain within
Silence
a quiet confidence after a tough win
Silence
in the gentle fire and devouring flame
Silences
in the glory and recall of lovely name
Silences
in a catsatrophe over mindless disaster
Silences
in the journey to salvation and life thereafter
Silences
in the anthem of nations pride and challenge reckoning
Silences
post the cacaphony after pangs of soul awakening.
poem by Nitin Suresh
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The work I did in Vertigo meant nothing if no one cared about the movie. Luckily, Vertigo had a revival and people had begun to recognize there was something special and it gained in reputation. But it just as well could have ended up rotting in film cans somewhere.
Spangled with pink
Spangled with pink
by the blue sky's dropping
of fantasy. I'm cornered
like a starved rat
who has been keeping
his eye on the cheese
between my legs.
Spangled by pink
passionate clouds and thighs
divided by wind chimes
condescend
to usher in her love.
It comes in
then out of her
spangled with pink
on the wings of ephemera
caught forever
in the unforgiving mouth
of salacious snapdragon.
poem by Richard Ilnicki
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Bare The Moment
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seized qualities
silences
praises
ovations
stunned silences
may proceed
long loud
standing crowd
enthusiastic
cheering
shou ting
applauding
immortalized
hon our the moment
bare the moment
embrace the moment
before silences erupt
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Test For Echo
Words by neil peart and pye dubois,
Music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Here we go --- vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Here we go --- in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen
Camera curves over caved-in cop cars
Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados
Clutch at plausible deniability
Dont touch that dial ---
Were in denial
Until the showcase trial on tv
Some kind of pictures on the sense oclock news
Miles of yellow tape --- silhouetted chalklines
Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs
Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity
Dont change that station
Its gangster nation
Now crimes in syndication on tv
What a show --- vertigo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Touch and go -- in slo-mo
Video vertigo
Test for echo
Some kind of drama live on satellite
Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom
Nail-biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets
Clutching at the straws of respectability
Cant do the time?
Dont do the crime
And wind up in the perp walk on tv
song performed by by Rush
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Even such an obvious idea as to observe an animal with vertigo or to rotate an animal did not occur to him, in spite of the fact that he conducted numerous vertigo experiments with human subjects and made frequent use of animal experiments.
quote by Robert Barany
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The Night, Glorious, Unbending
The night, glorious, unbending,
Takes and gives nothing away
The night, silent, refuses the alms offered by day
Day, loquacious, has questions and answers
But the night doesn't even ponder
Looks far ahead, yonder
Night silently turns away.
Day is curious about these silences
That stretch into infinity: silences that stretch
Until the pale dawn arises
Silences that from ages past and ages to come
Are the very inscrutable embodiment
Of what the night has become.
poem by Rani Turton
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Ambivalence
A= a feeling i have about you my angel... im sorry that it goes both ways..
M=making me go crazy this feeling makes me go crazy!
B=but i do regret feeling this way about you i hate my indecision
I= I cant live without out you my angel in spite of this feeling
V= vertigo, thats what its like in this feeling
A= a personal, self- made death, is what too much of this can cause
L=lie, thats what this feeling will cause me to do
E= excellent, is the opposite of how i feel in my state of
N= non-decisive is how i am in this state of
C=curdling, will be my scream when this kills me
E= enthralled, is another antithesis of how i feel when i become
ambivalence don't know what it means look it up
because its how i feel its become who i am
its become more like me than me
poem by David Knox
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Part of the inhumanity of the computer is that, once it is competently programmed and working smoothly, it is completely honest.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Butterfiles
VERSE
Swallow purple terror candy
Don't forget to breathe
Sickened by the wanting
And drowning from the need
This dichromatic vision
Of one who does not care
To sipping cocktail sedatives
Two months to hide somewhere
CHORUS
Butterflies, Butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, Butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that-
you walk over
VERSE
The wolf has caught the chicken
And now I feel unsteady
Emotions on the blink again
So kick me when you're ready
Here lies a violet coffin
The death of my control
Along with all my skeletons
They put them in the hole
VERSE
Sickened by the notion
I give myself again
Choking on the bullet, the gun-
thats found a friend
So raise your glass to sorrow
And drink to all the pain
Tie a silver ribbon around
The pieces that remain
CHORUS
Butterflies, Butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, Butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that-
you walk over
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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Butterflies
i get butterflies,
when i look into your eyes,
it something i can't explain,
but something i like,
it like i'm high,
because of you,
you became my drug,
i feel good when you're around,
i get butterflies,
when you talk,
your voice is sexy,
i lose sight on reality,
becoming hypotize with your smile,
i miss you for a while,
but, when we together,
everything is better,
than a dream,
it more than it seems,
these butterflies are not going away,
but, in a way it okay.
Copyright © 2009
1-1-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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She gives me butterflies
Her presence over whelms me
unique and pretty like a butterfly
Yet this butterfly
like a baby bird not ready to fly
taking caterpillar steps and crawling
as a pupa to a butterfly as if she
over protects her self as if shes not
ready to try and catch feelings
It's only often I catch
butterflies but she's one
of the prettiest I'm talking
point blank got it oeriod
She gives me butterflies
but when is she gonna be
the butterfly I groom
she says n way shes ready
but that may change that thought
if I keep it steady
But butterfly I'm ready
when you are come fly to me
or just simply say hi to me
For u give me
butterflies and I cant help
but stare sometimes
Never thought I
would the eye of ur butterflies
but life like a box of chocolate u
never know whats inside
might just be the one that gives
u butterflies
Under The Influence
(oliver leiber / worthy davis)
I fell in love
When I first spotted you among the crowd
Your eyes met mine
And thats when the room started spinning around
Suddenly
I couldnt breath
I felt my knees
Getting weak
And baby I could not think straight
I had to move
Closer to you
Talk to you
But you had left me in an altered state
And it was driving me insane
Chorus:
Under the influence
Baby you got me
Under...fascinated, intoxicated (cuz Im)
Under the influence
Oh baby you got me
Under the influence of you
I moved your way
Its more like gravity was steerin my heart
What can I say
(I want to be your lover baby)
Be your lover right from the start
I had to go
Very slow
Vertigo
Was rushin through my body
And my brain
I was mesmerized
Hypnotized
To my surprise
You told me that you felt the same way
And it was driving you insane
Chorus
I had to go
Very slow
Vertigo
Was rushin through my body
And my brain
I was mesmerized
Hypnotized
To my surprise
You told me that you felt the same way
And it was driving you insane
Chorus
song performed by by Paula Abdul
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Lingering Torment
She is bewildered and afraid
no longer sure of anything
Remembering mistakes she’s made.
She finds that she is confusing
the present with the distant past.
Two different realities
but neither of them seems to last
life is full of mysteries.
There is a man who comes to call.
He seems to know her very well.
She can’t remember him at all
Although his features ring a bell
She sometimes wonders where she is
but loses soon her train of thought.
How sad to see it come to this.
She can’t survive without support
She does not know, she does not care.
She is perpetually bemused,
her mind is now beyond repair
She is contentedly confused.
Though we who love her suffer more
to see her reduced to this state
Not Compos Mentis anymore.
With saddened hearts we can but wait.
For death the final arbiter
to pardon her and set her free
I am quite sure she would prefer,
if she could say competently
Not to be here but be elsewhere,
a better place where she could be
with those who have preceded her
Once more a soul at liberty.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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His Silence
He still wears the glass skin of childhood.
Under his hands, the stones turn mirrors.
His eyes are knives.
Who froze the ground to his feet?
Who locked his mouth into an horizon?
Why does the sun set when we touch?
I look for the lines between the silences.
He looks only for the silences.
Cram this page under his tongue.
Open him as if for surgery.
Let the red knife love slide in
poem by Erica Jong
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Butterflies are free
I believe in butterflies
Butterflies are free
Gentle wings
So feathery to touch
So many colours
Able to migrate
To other lands
The gentle butterfly
I believe again
Love, Faith, Truth
Believe no matter what,
you have the power to prevail
Strength, Courage, Honour
Believe the world does have a good heart
Everyone is unique,
in song, dance, culture
Believe in positive thoughts
Time,
The forever, and You
Most of all Butterflies are free, and so are we
Don't be mad, depressed, or suicidal
Believe in a smile, a smile can save a life
Remember Butterflies are free, and so are we
Believe in The magic of the butterfly.
poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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Two Deep Silences..
Two deep Silences-
One, of meditative Sculptor
Other, of the Boulder
In timeless penance
Melt in intense passion
Through rhythmic jingles
Of dancing chisel.
A marvellous Beauty
After months of
Labour pains
Is born
Out of its womb!
O! is it the dream
Of damsel rock?
Or, is it Full Moon
Churned out of
Two silences
By sharp clinks
Of cute chisel?
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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