Opening to Inhale
Gases are not solids when inhaled,
Opening is closing, joking is laughing.
To close I think it awkward,
To open I might revolve and learn all politeness.
The inhalation of the air is breathing,
When do atoms mix, and compounds form
From the synod of elements chiming like beauty?
Little with fate as I, much more to do with the matter.
Gas is to be inspiring a volume of completeness,
The solids and liquids divide the space around,
The void is a vacuum of height and brevity.
It will soon know how to reside in torment,
In torment is the vacuum of the void.
poem by Naveed Akram
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There was a time
when a filled up space of sorrow
a jigsaw of mixed emotions
cried for emptiness
more tolerable than pain
but nothing is...just that
nothing
horrifying vacuum space
which is why
some people choose...pain
and when they get too much of it
some people choose...vacuum
pain...vacuum...pain...vacuum
there is a time for a smile as well?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Gas?
Gases are liquid
When solids became golden
Like good rich men know.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ban The Void
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Grandma stopped baking cakes.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Brought me my first heartbreak.
Tch.
Ban the void.
I told her I couldn't take it.
She 'had' to bake another cake for me!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she was going on strike!
Tch.
Ban the void.
And even though I didn't like it!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She's not gonna cook in the kitchen,
She's itching to do something else to please!
Tch
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She brought herself a brand new car.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
And drove to wherever she wanted.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she had her own special needs.
And will come and go whenever that need pleases!
Tch.
Ban the void.
I got so annoyed...
And I tried to stop that void deep down in me!
Oh...
Ban the void!
I couldn't go to sleep!
I dreamt of grandma's baking,
And it teased me!
I even cried my eyes.
But grandma's sweet potato pie kept creepin'.
Oh...
Ban the void!
Ban the void!
Oh...
Ban the void.
Grandma loved her brand new car.
And never got one ticket,
For her speedin'!
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Oh...
Dedicated To:
In loving memory...
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
'Miss you, grandma! '
Love,
Larry
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What I advise you to do is, not to be unhappy before the crisis comes…some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all. We are in the habit of exaggerating, or imagining, or anticipating, sorrow.
Male and female aren’t exclusive.
There is no wholly masculine man;
Nor is there wholly feminine woman.
Fluids harden to solids;
Solids rush to fluids.
Man and woman interchange
Their masculinity and femininity.
29.01.2006.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Water, And No Water
Rings of water collapse, interfering with us,
A solvent is blooming with a solute.
This pool can inspire the mood into a light,
Full light, what is the whole light?
Then let darkness abuse, consequences are around,
The black void shall end, the whole vacuum speaks.
Problems of the making style abuse you,
When the void is an universe in the flesh.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Oils Of A Painter
Catering for the painter,
His fish has colour,
Like a wonderful picture
Of food on a plate.
The paint is a drink
Of water.
It comprises of air
And gases and solids.
One made a globule of fat
In the stomach
Work for the better,
So not to be painted.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Life Is Vast
The vastness of life improves when you submerge,
Into the oceans of brilliance is the cure of illness.
Future has feuds of finesse, submerging like clouds,
Offending the general sky, as if the world mattered.
The fuel of fire is vast, so very vast so that we beg,
The fires are out and they are pushed out to the void.
A void is a vacuum too bigger than the world
Or any black hole, or any night-object.
The world is far away in a place too darker,
Darkness was vast for life, vaster than the mind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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All These Belong
A ripple of water,
A deluge of rain,
A vacuum of silence,
A torment of pain,
A sparkle of stars.
A bouquet of flowers,
A radiance of joy,
A sprinkling of showers,
A beam of sunshine,
A chorus of song,
A smile of contentment,
To us, all these belong.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Shooting Ducks In Space
Dancing arrests belief in wonderful planets,
Worlds of open enemies control the realm.
My oblivion is like the void so blank,
Agony and ducks contrive more of the void.
Dancing ducks are afloat in certain horizons,
From the eggs, from one side of the die roll.
Let us be friends, and let my enemy live,
Then this void shall reach beyond conception,
And I call this Space, where the looting is on.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Void, Noting Nothing
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation's vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one thousandth dan,
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest.
Atoms void avoid, spin tails till trail's lost, rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
arresting surface difference with zest.
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
robi3_0748_robi3_0000 WXX_CEZ for previous version see below
(18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 slightly revised and retitled 28 August 2009)
As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation's vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one hundredth dan
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest
and atoms spin their tails till come to rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
surmounting surface difference with zest.
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
(18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 for previous version see below)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Into The Void
Im losing power and I dont know why
Not really sure if Ill live or die
I wanna leave but I cant get away
Its a strange sensation
Out of control being by myself
I feel this gravitation
Caught like a magnet and Im being pulled
Into the void
I wanna get away, get away
Into the void
Im being pulled, Im being pulled down
Into the void
This place is spinning, spinning around
Into the void
Fell like Im being pulled into a black hole
This crazy feelings screwing with my head
Im overloading and my gauges are red
State of confusions got ahold on me
I feel a hesitation
Im being (? )drug, pulled out of the track(? )
Dont like the situation
Caught like a magnet and Im being pulled
Into the void
I wanna get away, get away
Into the void
My head is spinning, spinning around round
Into the void
This force is getting, gettin stronger
Into the void
Fell like Im being pulled into a black hole
Into the void
Im being pulled, being pulled down down down
[solo]
Into the void
Dont like this feeling, Im being pulled down
Into the void
I wanna get away, get away
Into the void
Feel like its spinning, spinning around
Into the void
Im being pulled, being pulled down down down
Into the void
Get away, get away
Into the void
Fell like Im being pulled into a black hole
Into the void
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It Is Space
Dim and indefinable is this place,
It is hard to understand why it is Space.
Of doubts is the black globe I am in,
This is Space, the true odd reflection of life.
How is this elusive?
I can describe, for I occupy the vacuum,
In ways different to man, and man is here,
Where it is barren and strange.
We have a desert on Earth,
But why do we live in such a stupor
Such as this.
My universe caters for the blind,
The stars are other than these,
The planets reside in my head.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Sweetest Torment
Tease me with a sight
A sight so sweet, so blissful
It doesn't matter if I yearn, because I know right,
That the torment it will cause, it could be nothing but painful
I have come to accept this fate,
The fate so painfully apparent
To this end, I could not debate
For this torment was so clearly inherent
Tantalizing as you are,
You made me dream, dream, and dream
A dream so distant and far
Now I wish that we could be joined by a seam
Now I seek all this was reality
I could no longer bear it
Now I fall into insanity
Where nothing is ever lit
Now I'll yearn at your feet
Whatever it takes to deliver me
Away from pain and to what I seek
Then finally, it will only be you who I see
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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A stars and sky
How nice it looks to watch?
The glimpses of stars and sky to catch
There is nothing unusual in their activity
They are heaven’s ambassadors and celebrities
Certainly we look towards them when there is void
No immediate solution to over come and avoid
As sky represents long kingdom of vacuum
We look at the vastness and only assume
These all objects represent some thing different
Though they all have the qualities very inherent
They speak volumes of their greatness and express
Only in the critical situation we try to look at them and trace
What does day do to us in our life?
Does it not come severely sharp to cut us like knife?
What makes us to be stubborn when it is on its height?
We are not buckling or going down under own weight
At success we celebrate and attempt to rejoice
At failure we assume gloom and loose the voice
The movement around us pushes us to back with noise
We think at this moment to rise and correctly poise
As the life lay open for us to excel or loose
We have ample opportunity to miss or choose
As the day may go up and reach its zenith?
We may not exactly know what lies beneath
We might have not attained perfect peak
But it has not proved us also very weak
The later on events may clearly speak
But certainly the chances are not bleak
As the day approach near to the dead end
The coolness may prevail in trend
The nights may not pave anything
Yet there is scope to do something
Nights are not merely to watch at the sky and think
It may possible save you from going down to sink
This is the time where stars and sky appeal
We see in them our fate open and not sealed
Each stage has got its importance
It may offer you solution at once
They are not dead and represent only vacuum
Only time may teach you how to recoup and consume
So nature and mankind are synonymous
Both have something to do in common and continuous
One has definitely role to offer and accept
A kind of reciprocal gesture without being wept
So life has to be full of enthusiasm
It can not be led in isolation or with idealism
Something concrete has to be put up to counter
The situation may remain same and never alter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Am Not Afraid Anymore In The Dark
yes, there is nothing to fear in darkness
nothing
is there anyway, nothing to feel in this emptiness emptying itself
like evaporating water into vapor
in space like a bag of dust spreading like feathers
in openness
you feel empty you feel the void wriggling inside your
guts
your mind floating so lightly like a dream in your sleep
like a mist
of the mountain
like a mist
of the green fields early morning
like a mist
floating in an open sea where a man paddles his life on his small wooden sail
be excited as i am excited about you
tipsy
in spirits of the red wine
and feeling so light so empty like a ray of light like a smoke rising from
a cigar
filling the room filling your chest
be excited as i am excited about you
emptying
like a window opening to the skies to see some shooting stars like eyes
gazing to an open ricefield
emptying wondering to so much wisdom now rushing back to you
like a door opening
for an incoming guest
like a crevice of your wall letting in a ray of light telling you
that morning with the sun
is coming
oh be excited as i am excited about you as i watch dawn turning into
day
oh, i am so happy seeing the void expanding
how much can you really hold on the next step after so much void?
oh i am so excited!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bubblehead
Spinning on a mound of battered and rival fools, and freaks look out
We really are the same behind our smiles of plasticene
Siting on a sofa, going over catch me in your hands
Stuck inside a vacuum tube, I've lost control
I can't get out
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
No sense of gravity I'm drifting off into the heat again
Makes this river tease my paranoia bleeds inside my head
Bobbing in a submarine feels like I'm in an acid trail again
Wish that I could pinch myself and wake up from this bubblehead
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
Pull it back together, heal reflections in our broken bones
We're so ridiculous, we dress it up with smiles and frowns
Anticipating, always waiting for the weather still to shine
Gazing in a crystal to the future as we lose our minds
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
I can't break this bubblehead
I can't break my bubblehead
I can't break this bubblehead
song performed by by Feeder
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I Grant You Ample Leave
"I grant you ample leave
To use the hoary formula 'I am'
Naming the emptiness where thought is not;
But fill the void with definition, 'I'
Will be no more a datum than the words
You link false inference with, the 'Since' & 'so'
That, true or not, make up the atom-whirl.
Resolve your 'Ego', it is all one web
With vibrant ether clotted into worlds:
Your subject, self, or self-assertive 'I'
Turns nought but object, melts to molecules,
Is stripped from naked Being with the rest
Of those rag-garments named the Universe.
Or if, in strife to keep your 'Ego' strong
You make it weaver of the etherial light,
Space, motion, solids & the dream of Time --
Why, still 'tis Being looking from the dark,
The core, the centre of your consciousness,
That notes your bubble-world: sense, pleasure, pain,
What are they but a shifting otherness,
Phantasmal flux of moments? --"
poem by George Eliot
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Moreover, the abundance of chemical compounds and their importance in daily life hindered the chemist from investigating the question, in what does the individuality of the atoms of different elements consist.
quote by Johannes Stark
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The Void
By Samuel Sweetnam
Cold is the Void
That is what we are not
That is where we are to go
That is what we are to become
Dark is the void
That steals the night
That fills the heart
Of the greedy man
Black is the void
That hides the lost
That feeds the beast
That hunts the good
The void is cold
The void is dark
The void is black
The void is torture
If the void is all
We are to become
Then what is left
Is there no hope?
For one small child
Born one dark night
Among the void
Consuming the night
He brought the life
He brought the hope
Some two thousand years ago
He brought us light
So remember this
My dear friend
Of the babe born
On Christmas morn
He brought the Warm
He brought the light
He brought the Love
Among the night.
poem by Samuel Sweetnam
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