Who Believes?
I believed in the eyes that devolved,
Watching still the scenes of nature;
I gathered myself to be thrown
Into the abyss of my design,
I see wounds on my body due to this abyss,
Eating away at my soul.
I am convinced, I am beautiful in thoughts
That conquer the wide expanse.
My sight is permitted to grow,
As the journey resulted in sport.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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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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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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The Armenian Grief
The Armenian grief is a shoreless sea,
An enormous abyss of water;
My soul swims mournfully
On this huge and black expanse.
It prances at times – enraged,
And looks for the shore – blue and serene,
Where sometimes, it wearily dives deeply
Looking for fathomless rest;
But it will never reach the bottom of this sea.
It will never reach the shore.
In the Armenian grief – on the black expanse
My soul lives and mourns…
poem by Hovhannes Toumanian
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The Witnesses
In Ocean's wide domains,
Half buried in the sands,
Lie skeletons in chains,
With shackled feet and hands.
Beyond the fall of dews,
Deeper than plummet lies,
Float ships, with all their crews,
No more to sink nor rise.
There the black Slave-ship swims,
Freighted with human forms,
Whose fettered, fleshless limbs
Are not the sport of storms.
These are the bones of Slaves;
They gleam from the abyss;
They cry, from yawning waves,
"We are the Witnesses!"
Within Earth's wide domains
Are markets for men's lives;
Their necks are galled with chains,
Their wrists are cramped with gyves.
Dead bodies, that the kite
In deserts makes its prey;
Murders, that with affright
Scare school-boys from their play!
All evil thoughts and deeds;
Anger, and lust, and pride;
The foulest, rankest weeds,
That choke Life's groaning tide!
These are the woes of Slaves;
They glare from the abyss;
They cry, from unknown graves,
"We are the Witnesses!"
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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To Greet the Sun
A journey I’ve made
From painted eyes and ears
To one now with hope
No longer tainted in tears
I’ve stumbled and fell
Into the abyss of hell
But saw the light
Will it fade as I fight?
I’ve so long fought
The darkness within
Almost lost sight
As I struggled to swim
The hands out stretched
I grasp in despair
They’ve given me strength
To climb out of despair
No longer the cold
Envelopes my soul
Warmth never felt
Awakens my soul
So with love and respect
I bow to the ones
Who pulled me out?
To greet the sun
poem by Kaila George
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Flowers In The Rain
Woke up one morning half asleep
With all my blankets in a heap
And yellow roses gathered all around me;
The time was still approaching four
I couldnt stand it anymore
Saw marigolds upon my eider down.
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow,
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain keeping me cool.
So I lay upon my side with all the windows opened wide
Couldnt pressurize my head from speaking
Hoping not to make a sound I pushed my bed into the grounds
In time to catch the sight that I was seeking.
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow,
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain keeping me cool.
If this perfect pleasure has the key
Then this is how it has to be
If my pillows getting wet
I dont see that it matters much to me.
I heard the flowers in the breeze make conversation with the trees
Believed to leave reality behind me
With my commitments in a mess my sleep has gone away depressed
In a world of fantasy youll find me.
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow,
Im just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain keeping me cool.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Our Demons
We all have our demons
that drag us down into an abyss
from time to time.
An abyss where it seems
there is no way out.
Its dark corridors
close in on us
trying to smother us
with nothingness.
It excludes all glimmers
of hope in our lives
as it drags us down
deeper into its blackness
leaving us just an empty shell
with no vacant thoughts.
Just a suffocating emptiness
in which to dwell.
poem by David Harris
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No Eyes
No eyes for beautiful talk,
Or living beyond sight,
Stung by the bees and wasps
In flight from a tree or realm.
A television is naming scenes
We desire to inflict and employ
To really conquer,
For sight is a real pledge.
The bees and their hive
Rest in safe qualms, filling.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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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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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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And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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A Lonely Suicide
Alone without a cause.
Alone with no life.
Trying to kill her spirit
That is beginning to die inside.
Alone in her Hell.
Alone in her abyss.
Attempting to end her being
As it pours from her wrists.
Alone without a chance.
Alone with no hope.
Watching the stained blade
As she frees her soul.
Alone in the air.
Alone as she drifts.
Slicing so she can escape
The nightmare's images.
Alone with no will.
Alone with no dreams.
Suicide killing her thoughts,
Silencing her heart's beats.
poem by Heather Rhoden
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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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Journey I and II
A journey that's made for the last time
Is poignant with thoughts of time past
Of people of moments of pictures
Sad to think this time is the last
A journey that's made for the first time
Is of scenes that pass by in a rush
No background, no substance, no meaning
Quick sketches with a broad brush
A journey that's made in the middle
Is tedium where the views are unseen
To get on, to pass by, to ignore
Insignificance born of routine
A journey that's made in the end
Is a trial borne day after day
To accept, to assist, to politely endure
Wasting one's interest away
A journey's that only made once
Is a privilege, not labour of love
To record, to appreciate, to absorb
And all of those verses above
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Journeys made by design
Are private attempts at fulfilment
To seek, to acquire, to perspire
At a painful pace of achievement
Journeys made in your mind
Are vital to real life success
To invent, to dispute, to evolve
Make our thinking progress
Journeys made in your soul
Result in new ways of seeing
Listening, guessing and smelling
Add body to your method of being.
The human being is flesh and consciousness, body and soul; his heart is an abyss which can only be filled by that which is godly.
quote by Olivier Messiaen
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Into the Abyss
As I fall into the abyss,
I close my eyes and ask myself, 'Am I gonna die? '
Falling, I am falling
I hear someone calling,
calling my name, but I can't answer
I can't speak
Speechless
'Am I dying? '
I ask myself, where's the voice coming from? Who's there? As if someone cares, no one ever did, they all left me to die....
As I fall into the abyss I wish I did not exist
poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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Skirt with a Flowery Design
I slipped into a long nightmare
Of wild, disturbing thoughts
And a river of fears.
I waited for the only woman
Who ever saw me weep,
I waited with the same lonely eyes
That used to watch her sleep.
Hearing the ocean roar of my unhappy soul,
I desired to wake but sunk further into restless unconsciousness.
In immeasurable darkness,
I trailed the voice of a bird
Until I casted myself into a moonless ditch.
Yesterday, I touched a skirt with a flowery design,
A skirt that once swayed with dances
But now hangs lifelessly in a closet.
I’ve been told
Everything can be forgotten,
The ability to open your eyes,
The fragrant scent of a woman’s hair,
How to fall in love or kiss,
Oh, my God!
I’ve fallen into this abyss!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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