Nihility
Dust to dust the soul,
moves in a confined circle
to preserve a death.
The struggle of a truth to find,
the space between the fact and fiction.
Time comes to breathe in nihility,
questioning the infidelity of violence.
I do not want to avoid the revolution within
let me use the knife to cut,
the moments into filaments of sparks.
I wanted to restrain myself,
from committing the act of accepting the pain.
The first truth remains the last truth.
Winds of change cannot erase it.
Right side of knowledge,
and wrong side of fact were always in conflict.
The sweet-smelling mask was baffled,
crippling the mind.
I craved only nothingness.
poem by Satish Verma
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Nightfall In The Rose-Garden
Ashes to ashes,
Meal to roots of roses:
One-way street in petals falling,
Dust to dust.
The lowering sun sucks
From blown blossoms,
Their colours that go
At last to dust.
Death is in the seed
Bud, root and leaf
Which have no choice
But dust.
From death to death,
The cycle onward blindly
Rolls its endless way
From dust to death.
I, in the falling dusk
Go slowly blind to all.
And shall too, eventually,
Be dust.
poem by Roy William Gotaas
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Black Eyed Boy
No I dont lack ambition
Cant you see what I hate
That its you who is sicking
Locked behind iron gates
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
You call me superstitious
Tie me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Though I seem so bittersweet
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and
Time
Yeh, you should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
song performed by by Texas
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Black Eyed Boy
No I dont lack ambition
Cant you see what I hate
That its you who is sicking
Locked behind iron gates
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
You call me superstitious
Tie me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Though I seem so bittersweet
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and
Time
Yeh, you should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
song performed by by Texas
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Telling Stories
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesnt mean
Youre not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
Theres a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
Theres no one but you standing
Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between
There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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What Are We?
WHAT ARE WE?
What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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God Making The Moves
In a modern interactive
technological database chip age
is God still like de main man
prime mover making de moves?
Humanity still writes
history on silicon sand
humanity explores space
inner space outer space.
Humanity traces finger in sand
creates new worlds to understand
mimics creator scientific mimics
creation on earth machine hat tricks.
Humanity in creation dust crawls
tracing trajectory dust motion motes
trying to reunite clay soul flesh mind
flesh mortality soul immortality mind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Breathe Carolina
Breathe Carolina
By: Jean Pullman
You’ve been letting people tell you who you are
But you can’t let them control you
You are my life and my soul
I know you better than anyone else
CHORUS
You’ve got to breathe Carolina
Stop stressing yourself too much
You’ve got to breathe Carolina
Before you turn into dust
Just breathe Carolina
(whisper) Breathe Carolina
Now your in the crying
You don’t know why you’re there
You don’t know who you are
You feel like you’ve given the control up to them
The real Carolina soon will die
So hurry up and
CHORUS
You’ve got to breathe Carolina
Stop stressing yourself too much
You’ve got to breathe Carolina
Before you turn into dust
Just breathe Carolina
(whisper) Breathe Carolina
Now your back and your ready for the world
You feel like a whole new person
No one can tell you what to do
The choice is yours
All you had to do was
CHORUS
You’ve got to breathe Carolina
Stop stressing yourself too much
You’ve got to breathe Carolina
Before you turn into dust
Just breathe Carolina
(whisper) Breathe Carolina
poem by Jean Pullman
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The Ultimate
When dreams have turned to dust and dust to slime;
When all you ever were or hoped to be
Appears as no more than a jest of time,
A foolish jest, a tasteless parody
On some unlikely fiction; when not just
Your dear pretensions but your best ideals
Have been ground down into an acrid dust
That you are forced to eat for all your meals;
When—oh, but what can metaphor provide
Sufficient in its scope to comprehend
The fury never to be satisfied
Of one betrayed by a once-trusted friend?
poem by David Berman
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Dust In The Wind
Music : Kerry Livgren
Lyrics: Kerry Livgren
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now, Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
song performed by by Scorpions
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... Dust
If only dust could talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't we leave it alone?
If only dust could gather into lines of chalk
Around a silhouette detective fiction walks
For it's the only witness that can testify
Can I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
Why did they dam the land?
How did they flood the plain?
Did they erase the name?
And wipe away the stain
You kept your mouth well shut
Appeared to turn your coat
Now there's a name for you but it's stuck in my throat
If dust could only mutter
Or in laughter trill
If it could warn and whisper from the windowsill
But it's the only witness that can testify
Can I split out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, sonny
If dust could only gather in the needle track
Then it would skip a beat and it would jump right back
If dust could only gather in a needle track
Then it would skip a beat
And all the sense I lack
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Great Drum
The circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum;
With the day, it moves upward - booming;
With the night, it moves downward - booming;
The day and the night are its song.
I am very small, as I dance upon the drum-head;
I am like a particle of dust, as I dance upon the drum-head;
Above me in the sky is the shining ball of the drumstick.
I dance upward with the day;
I dance downward with the night;
Some day I shall dance afar into space like a particle of dust.
Who is the Drummer who beats upon the earth-drum?
Who is the Drummer who makes me to dance his song?
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Walk The Dust
I find youre on my back again
Cause your husbands weighing you down
And you say you find it hard to cope
Feel like leaving and not going home
Sister I thought you were stronger than me
But I guess youve lost the way
And I see your confusion oh so clear
Yet you love him more each day
I want you to find a reason
To walk the dust
I want you to find a reason
To walk the dust
Nothing has changed
Youre still the same
Are you willing to walk the dust
I guess that its too soon to tell
But I wish that youd wake up
Cause somehow you still believe in him
And you give him all your love
Seven months already gone
Do you feel youve let yourself down
And all I can do is sit and watch
Watch him change your mind
I want you to find a reason
To walk the dust
I want you to find a reason
To walk the dust
Nothing has changed
Youre still the same
Are you willing to walk the dust
Take my hand theres still time
Take my hand theres still time
My head is filled with words to say
But I only find them slip away
I know its hard to let it go
Take my hand
Take my hand theres still time
Sister take my hand theres still time
I know its hard to let it go
I know its hard to let it go
Take my hand
song performed by by Texas
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Church Monuments
While that my soul repairs to her devotion,
Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes
May take acquaintance of this heap of dust;
To which the blast of death's incessant motion,
Fed with the exhalation of our crimes,
Drives all at last. Therefore I gladly trust
My body to this school, that it may learn
To spell his elements, and find his birth
Written in dusty heraldry and lines;
Which dissolution sure doth best discern,
Comparing dust with dust, and earth with earth.
These laugh at jet and marble put for signs,
To sever the good fellowship of dust,
And spoil the meeting. What shall point out them,
When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat
To kiss those heaps, which now they have in trust?
Dear flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stem
And true descent, that when thou shalt grow fat
And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know
That flesh is but the glass which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust. Mark, here below
How tame these ashes are, how free from lust,
That thou mayst fit thyself against thy fall.
poem by George Herbert
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Within This Space
Within this space upon this spot
Hatred blinded worse than dust
Repression and anger crushed
More surely than any falling concrete
And once again
Innocence became death's victim,
Time holds no strong dominion here
Life's cycle ceased it’s turning
Gone, all hope, all dreams of future
A dark and mournful paradox
A bleak empty city lot
which holds a million beating hearts
They were but seconds on time's clock
yet each did not fulfil its turning.
Only harvested moments of agony.
in hatred's deadly ripening
carried spitefully,
world wide, upon uncaring wings
Here in this space, perverse sacrifice
a warped priesthood in service
to an unwanting and unwilling God.
Who must have wept blood once more
To the chilling echo's
of innocence's bravest departures
Here in this mummified dust blown city
who's only industries are war and death
childhood’s heart can hold no hope
when a God of cruellty is held aloft
all innocence is dust
and a creed of hatred sooths
the poverty, pain and hunger's yearning
Within this dark space, is loneliness
Hatred blinding worse than dust
Oppression and anger crushing
More surely than any falling concrete
And once again
Innocence becomes death’s instrument
poem by Bill Mitton
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Dust In The Wind
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Flash before my eyes of curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
song performed by by Kansas
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The Animals
They do not live in the world,
Are not in time and space.
From birth to death hurled
No word do they have, not one
To plant a foot upon,
Were never in any place.
For with names the world was called
Out of the empty air,
With names was built and walled,
Line and circle and square,
Dust and emerald;
Snatched from deceiving death
By the articulate breath.
But these have never trod
Twice the familiar track,
Never never turned back
Into the memoried day.
All is new and near
In the unchanging Here
Of the fifth great day of God,
That shall remain the same,
Never shall pass away.
poem by Edwin Muir
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Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done
It all started with something insignificant
Like dust,
Sticking on a window pane, and I want it
Dusted off, it is dirt, it is unwanted,
And I do not even know what to do next
About such
Insignificance and feelings of simply
Trying to get rid of dust immediately,
But then, I begin to think about this
Dust, this me, this dust in me,
Some dusts on my feet, some dusts on
My forehead, and some dusts in my ears,
Some dusts in my eyes so obstructive
Of what I really am, and I know what to do next,
The bulb lighting in my head in a sudden,
I touch the dust,
I feel the dust with my fingers, and I am crazy enough
I taste the dust on my window pane,
And I shiver,
I am shaking to its taste, the taste of nothingness
If was from dust that I really come,
I now remember,
It will be to dust that I shall return,
I am now reminded,
And the dust that I used to see
As dirt, as something so insignificant, is now,
A magical patch, glistening, so filled with meaning,
I am nothing but dust; I am biting the dust,
I am very insignificant, in that window pane, at first.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Man Alone Is Only His Own Death
A MAN ALONE IS ONLY HIS OWN DEATH
A man alone is only his own death
Who gives nothing to the generations to come
What does he give?
What has his life been for?
A man alone as far he goes
Goes nowhere.
Even if they worship his dust
His dust is just dust,
And his life has been death also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Try Again
What would you do
To get to me
What would you say
To have your way
Would you give up
Or try again
If I hesitate
To let you win
Or would you be yourself
Or play your role
Tell all the boys
Or keep it low
If I say no
Would you turn away
Or play me off
Or would you stay
[Chorus]
At first you succeed
Dust yourself off and try it again
You can dust it off and try it again
At first you succeed
Dust yourself off and try it again
You can dust it off and try it again
I went to you
You went to me
But I cant let it go
So easily
Not 'til I see
What this could be
Be eternity
Or just a week
Your chemistry
Is off the change
Is perfect now
But will it change
This aint a yes
This aint a no
Just do your thang
At first you succeed
Dust yourself off and try it again
You can dust it off and try it again
At first you succeed
Dust yourself off and try it again
You can dust it off and try it again
[Hook]
If you dont wanna throw it all away
Might be shy on the first date
What about the next date
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song performed by by Aaliyah from Aaliyah
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Dust 2...
If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam
If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify
Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape
Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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