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A Man Of Oblivion

Oblivion is my refuge and
It`s worth a life`s deductions.
From the day my life sprang up
From the mercy of the Creator
My oblivion has been my pal beloved.

Oblivion is my strength and
It`s nothing less than a grace.
Transferring my pains and woes
Into its inner chambers my entity triumphs
And my ego surges forward.

My oblivion has two phases-
One is of my life haunted by myself,
The other is of my life ravaged by time.
As the lilies fade out the former does and
As the islands in the Pacific submerge does the latter.

What is an oblivion of your kind?
Do you ever make such deductions?
As a new stream of new pathos rushes
To run along the abode of your oblivion,
Do you know the bliss you scale down?

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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No Name #3

We arrived too late
Our mouths were opening
I turned off the light
So come on night
You're a witness you
You've seen me interrupt
A good old fashioned fight
So come on night
Everyone is gone
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Watched the dying day
Blushing in the sky
Everyone is uptight
So come on night
Everyone is gone
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
I know we're not
Illegitimate
In our hearing
So come on
So come on night

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Sullen Girl

Days like this, I dont know what to do with myself.
All day - and all night.
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath.
I say to myself.
I need fuel - to take flight -
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl.
The dont know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea.
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me.
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Oblivion

it's real sick
the state of the world today
it's real thick
to come up and find a way
solution
the next time you're alone
you can
create a world of your own
make it magic
give it love
make it all you're dreaming of
everybody
in my underwear
sometimes I visit there
oblivion
ignorance is bliss
don't know nothing but this
oblivion
forget
bounce from right to left
here with the broken hearted
let's get this party started
lalalalalala
I eat my marimbas
oblivion
I tingle when I sing
bling bling bling ting ting
oblivion
forget
bounce from right to left
here with the broken hearted
let's get this party started
it's tempting to pack up your throne
move in
make this magic place your home
but nobody else can go
you'll be forever all alone
forget
bounce from right to left
no longer broken hearted and I don't know when it started

oblivion

song performed by by Macy Gray from The ID
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Neuromancer

Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Discovered love,
In the rancid days of ruin
My bodys sweatin toxins,
Of my own demise
Only from space, can you see
How much earth is burning
Smokin out the innocense inside
The child
Its the age of destruction
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
Neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer--and Im trancing
Man wallows in his insatiable greed
More in the answer that sweats
From desparate palms
Turn on the lies, the secrets,
Of our desolation,
Or be smothered, by the red hot core
Its the age of destruction,
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
The neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer--Im trancing
Trancing
Trancing
And Im trancing
Denied love in the age of ruin
Suicide toxins of my own demise
In cyberspace, you know how much
The earth aint learning
Smoking out the man, inside the child--yeah
Its the age of destruction
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
The neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer and Im trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer
Age of destruction
Age of the neuromancer
Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Age of destruction
Age of the neuromancer

song performed by by Billy Idol
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Madness Your Name Oblivion Your Fame

You’re the king of the tribes asleep in the tomb
Plethora of darkness and lights of the womb
Your memory will cast but cast to whom

Madness your name oblivion your fame
Until the dawns rise up to the sky
All unheard of nameless painfully cry
In flames of passion that peacefully die

Madness your name oblivion your fame
The mountain peaks into mountains crash
Cracking rocks roll and bottom smash
Black earth devoured black earth ash

Madness your name oblivion your fame
Till you become heart piercing flash

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Too Much Of Nothing

Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
One mans temper might rise
While another mans temper might freeze.
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul.
Oh, when theres too much of nothing,
No one has control.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can make a man abuse a king.
He can walk the streets and boast like most
But he wouldnt know a thing.
Now, its all been done before,
Its all been written in the book,
But when theres too much of nothing,
Nobody should look.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can turn a man into a liar,
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
And another man to eat fire.
Evrybodys doin somethin,
I heard it in a dream,
But when theres too much of nothing,
It just makes a fella mean.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sonnet V. To The South Downs

AH! hills beloved!--where once, a happy child,
Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,'
I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,
And woke your echoes with my artless song.
Ah! hills beloved!--your turf, your flowers remain;
But can they peace to this sad breast restore,
For one poor moment soothe the sense of pain,
And teach a breaking heart to throb no more?
And you, Aruna!--in the vale below,
As to the sea your limpid waves you bear
Can you one kind Lethean cup bestow,
To drink a long oblivion to my care?
Ah! no!--when all, e'en Hope's last ray is gone,
There's no oblivion--but in death alone!

poem by Charlotte Smith
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Hows It Going To Be

Im only pretty sure that I cant take anymore
Before you take a swing
I wonder what are we fighting for
When I say out loud
I want to get out of this
I wonder is there anything
Im going to miss
I wonder how its going to be
When you dont know me
Hows it going to be
When youre sure Im not there
Hows it going to be
When theres no one there to talk to
Between you and me
Cause I dont care
Hows it going to be
Hows it going to be
Where we used to laugh
Theres a shouting match
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch
A silence I cant ignore
Like the hammock by the
Doorway we spent time in swings empty
Dont see lightning like last fall
When it was always about to hit me
I wonder hows it going to be
When it goes down
Hows it going to be
When youre not around
Hows it going to be
When you found out there was nothing
Between you and me
Cause I dont care
Hows it going to be
And hows it going to be
When you dont know me anymore
And hows it going to be
Want to get myself back in again
The soft dive of oblivion
I want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion oblivion
Hows it going to be
When you dont know me anymore
Hows it going to be
Hows it going to be
Hows it going to be

song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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The Best Poets

The best poets
Are not born yet;
Come to Africa,
America, Asia.
There are poets
Of old; renown,
Yet there are
More unknown.
Wordsworth and
Shakespeare differs;
Soyinka and Clark
Are philoshers.
Prose, poetry,
And photography
Are all seperate things
But they paint the world,
And immortalise memory,
Yet leave the observer
Out in oblivion.
But invention
Was no intention,
To kill out oblivion.
They shall forget them
At the end.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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Against The Unending Oblivion Of Endless Death

Against the unending oblivion of endless death
I wrote a few small stories
About relatives and friends who I have loved -
I wrote so that somewhere there would be some small record of them
And not simply nothing and no trace at all-

Yet my words or not,
Who will remember them as they truly were?
Who will remember the feeling of their presence?

When I go I will take them to my oblivion with me-
And we will with billions of others
(Unless God rescues us)
Lay down in silence
Forever.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Waiting To Die

Look at the madness
It's out of control
It's feeding your sadness
And eating you soul
You're feeling so lonely
You're not very strong
You wait for the curtain
It's taking too long
You find you go nowhere
You're very confused
Swearing you're happy
It's just self abuse
You can think of 20 zillion places
you could be
If you could go
You cannot escape because
the world is watching you
And the know!!!
Hell is not anywhere
It's all in your mind
Dragging you thru time
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Your drowning in sadness
You pray it's a dreams
Impossibly tragic
You silently scream
You might want the world to be as
miserable as you
That would be cruel
But lies and self-fulfilling prophecies
are all you have
You're just a fool
Hell is not anywhere
It's all in your mind
Dragging you thru time
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Ahhh
Kills you
You waste away
Your eyes
You die afraid
Do you lie
Can you make it thru another day
of nothingness
Do you feel another minute is impossible
Can you fake another hour of "I'm doing fine!"
Dan you handle the emtombment of you soul
Ooooh!!
You thinking you're better
But it's not what it seems
Come off of you "Soma"
And see what I mean
Hell is not anywhere
It's all in your mind
Dragging you thru time
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal Oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal Oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Ride, ride, ride till I die!!!
Ahhh
Kills you
You waste away
Do you cry?
Do you have anyone to tell you "no"?
Can you hide the total darkness of your soul?
Oooh

song performed by by Zebra
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Time

Oblivion, what is oblivion?
It's a denial, a lack, a limitation?
Or maybe is the time punishment
To cross over us painless.

Time, a word that we use every day,
That is so important for whole humanity,
Even we love it or not,
It's our best friend and sometimes our enemy.

We can't fight crossing time,
We could only obey it,
And accept time as part of evolution,
Esential to our development.

We should join time,
We should enjoy each moment,
Even tomorrow will never come,
We have today for joy and sorrow.

Moments go by, dissipate to infinite,
Such as our lives daily,
Could we stop the time only for a moment,
And to live that moment endless?

poem by Cristina Teodor
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A 'Mute Inglorious Milton

'O, I'm the Unaverage Man,
But you never have heard of me,
For my brother, the Average Man, outran
My fame with rapiditee,
And I'm sunk in Oblivion's sea,
But my bully big brother the world can span
With his wide notorietee.
I do everything that I can
To make 'em attend to me,
But the papers ignore the Unaverage Man
With a weird uniformitee.'

So sang with a dolorous note
A voice that I heard from the beach;
On the sable waters it seemed to float
Like a mortal part of speech.
The sea was Oblivion's sea,
And I cried as I plunged to swim:
'The Unaverage Man shall reside with me.'
But he didn't-I stayed with him!

poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Memory and Oblivion

When all is lost, there is still a memory
From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.

Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree,
There is only the past and the future on the path;
When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie;
When the new city is built, it will be an abode,
Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.

Before the temple, in the middle of the city,
Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Fire will be born from night to be
New light when all knowledge is swallowed
And those with memory will be wealthy.

A new rose will bloom from the dark sea,
A city revived from memory and abroad;
When all is but a memory, there is still memory.
Those with memory will be wealthy.

poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land but the fame that comes after is oblivion.

quote by Marcus Aurelius
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Sala

A quaint sepia photograph reckons
Of my deceased old grandparents
In their cordial nuptial palpably soaked
And cloaked in God's veil and covenant
It perishes amongst the ghastly cobwebs
And the dusts in the wailing lifelessness
Of the immodest and muted living room

And in my somnolent and castrated vision
It had painted another mawkish picture,
A concrete memoire of the absence
Of love, of death, and of love in death
So I refocused on the sala instead
With the scraped pastel wallpapers
Toppling on the cold floor parquet
A catastrophic finagling that reveals
The abused skin of my genuine home:
The arms of acquiesced oblivion
Sprawling on the threadbare divan
And watching the midnight sitcoms
With my levity, and purging the ecstasy
Of my the escape in late night episodes;
Cradling my aversion and diversion
To dance with the perfidious moonlight;
Or read the hideous diffidence in my poetries
To the overwhelming nonchalance of the sparrows

Oblivion is here, in this juncture of the sala,
Furnished with such ludicrous fantasies
Almost accenting my brusque reality
That I sew upon my lifelong starvation
For love, for death, for love in death
For romance, for heaven, for that which will never
And the conservative chandelier was dimmed
From the stark brightness of the glacial fire
Burning in the patios of my forlorn mire
Fluttering with the barricading shades
Of these heavy carnation pink curtains
Like a colossal shadow in the dark
A surreptitious phantom lurking
And scheming on its feet, to devour
My harried refuge in this sala

Oblivion, it could be too arresting
That the lampshades thawed in fragments
Oblivion could be bountiful in fragments
But then again, it could probably be not,
Oblivion could be harsh; it could be very harsh,
When your oblivion is a puncturing memory
That only ensued in the insipidness of the sala
Not on its dark corner nor on its garish floor
Rather, in the sala where you are alone
But fixated with the company of a scent
Similar to the morning dews that never came.

poem by Norman Santos
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I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it.

quote by Taylor Caldwell
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Ignorance is not bliss - it is oblivion.

quote by Philip Wylie
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Sound Floats Across Water

Sound floats across water.
Water falls steadily.
Steadily skitters down drains
To drain energy.
Drain away existence.
The slow churning river we call life,
Churning ever on,
On to oblivion.
Oblivious the river flows
Drowns out the human cry.
Relentless in its rush to the sea.
See it empty,
Empty us,
Drown us.
Sink us with a wash of disappointment.
Washing our souls clean.
Washing us away.
Clean off the earth's face.
Faced with oblivion.
Forgotten we forget.
Lose ourselves.
Are lost.
Sound flows across water.

Copyright P H Brookes 2012

poem by Paul Brookes
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All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

quote by Logan P. Smith
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