Weaving Silence
Do I have a choice
before knifing the page
for a meaning, when I was
drowned in a nostalgia?
Cinchona bark. This was my
keyword for living bitterly
under a tryant inciting
the riots of colors.
The digital death comes as
a reward for insane truth.
You turn the back on home
and walk towards the sea –
to count the empty shells on beach.
Here life completes a cycle
from emptiness to emptiness.
You are ready to go in void.
*On the death of Steve Jobs.
poem by Satish Verma
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Emptiness Comes
EMPTINESS COMES
Emptiness comes-
There is nothing to say
Nothing to write-
But Nothing is for me only nothing
It is not the goal and the meaning-
Egolessness belongs to saints of a certain kind
I am not a saint-
Emptiness disappears with the writing
Words and meanings come-
I suppose one will be empty forever
When one is alive
What can Emptiness give?
I have written against the Emptiness
And am less empty now for now-
Thank God I no longer feel empty now-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Driving Me Away
Driving me away
is easier
than saying
goodbye-
kissing the air,
the last syllable
of truth
being always
two lips compressed
around
emptiness-
the emptiness
you dread
yet return to
as just punishment,
just reward.
Who
loved you
so relentlessly?
Who lost you
in that howling void
between infancy
and death?
It is punctuated
by the warm bodies
of women,
who hold you for a while
then run
down that echoing corridor
doing
as they are told.
poem by Erica Jong
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Living Without Your Love
(david wolfert / steve nelson)
If I passed you on the street
Would you look the other way
Afraid that we would meet
Could it be that its down to tears?
After all the love we knew
It was so hard losing you
Now I feel it coming on
That emptiness again
cause Ive been living without your love
Just making believe I can still get by
Paying the price inside, oh
God knows the hardest thing Ill ever do
Losing you, ooh, oh
I try to put the thoughts away
But I see your face before me
As you turn to walk away
And I can force a smile
cause it turned out so wrong
After feeling so right so long
And Im just not ready for another day alone
cause Ive been living without your love
Just making believe I can still get by
Paying the price inside, oh
God knows the hardest thing Ill ever do
Losing you
Yeah, eah
I feel it coming on
That emptiness again
cause Ive been living without your love, oh
Just making believe I can still get by
Paying the price inside
Lord knows the hardest thing Ill ever do
Losing you
Im, just living
Oh, living without your love
Ill get by
But Im paying, yeah
Without your love
I cant get back to much more love
Oh no
Im not ready for
Im not ready for
Love and loneliness
Living, oh yes, Im living without your love
Ill just get by
Im just getting by
I cant stand it much longer
Ah, living, living without
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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Death, My Friend
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you’re looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
Death, my friend, so charmed I’m sure!
State your case and tell me straight -
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heaven’s Gate?
Death, my friend, a new acquaintance!
You're always welcome in my home -
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam!
Death, my friend - my bosom buddy.
My! your finger points at me!
Be you tired of my frivolity?
Aha, I see - Oblivion, we!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Empty
No one knows what it is like to be empty inside.
No one knows what pain this comes with.
No one knows how to feel when the emptiness hits you.
No one knows what to think when it hits.
No one knows how to react when the emptiness hits.
You may think you know these things, but you don't.
I know these things.
I'll tell you.
When it attacks you, your going to feel lonely, abandon.
And the pain is excruciating. oh my god it will make you want to cry a lot.
When it hits you will think about death, not just anyone's death, your death.
And you will react very badly to feeling empty.
You'll start cutting your self, a lot.
Once you start you wont stop.
So Beware.
poem by Shannon Welch
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Nothing?
you are everything i have
the sun where every planet in me
revolves
you are every space i have
and i am lost
in your vastness
shine on me
find me
light the darkness that engulfs me
touch me
make me live again
i am nothing without you
you are the sun and i am the emptiness that surrounds
your brightness
fill me
i am this emptiness that completes
the abundance of your heat and light
do not doubt
i am the space that completes you
and this is the irony
the paradox of which without me you are nothing too
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Compassionate Thoughts
Compassionate thoughts and feelings of emptiness
Are almost always expressed in sadness, grief, or distress.
But in conflict of life and death there is a pause
For life is a common interest, for death there is no cause.
In a split second in time life and death must cross
And the feelings of sadness, grief, and distress are lost.
An important relation is death for life and life for death
Since both cannot occupy the same space, one is left.
Then brings sadness, grief, and distress for the life that had to end
And compassionate thoughts and feelings of emptiness happen for the next life to begin.
poem by Jason Summers
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Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem
There’s a truth limits man
A truth prevents his going any farther
The world is changing
The world knows it’s changing
Heavy is the sorrow of the day
The old have the look of doom
The young mistake their fate in that look
That is truth
But it isn’t all truth
Life has meaning
And I do not know the meaning
Even when I felt it were meaningless
I hoped and prayed and sought a meaning
It wasn’t all frolic poesy
There were dues to pay
Summoning Death and God
I’d a wild dare to tackle Them
Death proved meaningless without Life
Yes the world is changing
But Death remains the same
It takes man away from Life
The only meaning he knows
And usually it is a sad business
This Death
I’d an innocence I’d a seriousness
I’d a humor save me from amateur philosophy
I am able to contradict my beliefs
I am able able
Because I want to know the meaning of everything
Yet sit I like a brokenness
Moaning: Oh what responsibility
I put on thee Gregory
Death and God
Hard hard it’s hard
I learned life were no dream
I learned truth deceived
Man is not God
Life is a century
Death an instant
poem by Gregory Corso
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Tyranny Normality
The media is the seduction of human desire
(Set their money, set their money, on fire)
If you try to sell me the truth then I know youre a liar
A liar
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the tyranny of normality
Our culture has become complacent and has no desire
(Take back, take back our empire)
And the ethical slaughter of truth needs to be retired
retired
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the death of outrage
I want to turn a new page
I mourn the death of our age
The obituarys on the front page
Its the death of outrage
I want to turn a new page
I mourn the death of our age
The obituarys on the front page
Its the death of outrage
I mourn the death of our age
The obituarys on the front page
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the tyranny of normality
Its the tyranny of normality
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Found Yourself
A parallel pain walks with you
when you split into space and time.
You were too shy to die, to feel
the anguish and bliss of death.
Something inside you springs
into a tree for a half-life.
The search for the meaning of life
takes roots in calamities.
They get back at you, the paranoids
on the horizon line, where the galaxy
meets the paradox, the void, the fear.
Any physical possibility generates the sparks.
The realization takes you back in mud and grass
outside the body to rest in peace.
The formless listening, seeing without objects
furthers hyperesthesia.
You have found yourself in emptiness!
poem by Satish Verma
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if you leave
leave at once
for i have nothing
to say,
others ask
what to say when someone
you love says
about leaving?
i say
go, go, find what is lacking
find that which must complete you
and if you are empty still
do not come back to me
for i am empty too
how can emptiness fill another
emptiness?
mine will always be an invitation
i care
but once refused
there is no where
where you can find me
i am also gone
searching what you have been searching
but now it
shall not be you
i'll have someone else
who can fill
my own emptiness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tyranny Of Normality
the media is the seduction
of human desire
set their money set their money
on fire on fire
if you try to sell me the truth
then i know you're a liar
IT'S THE TYRANNY OF NORMALITY!!!!!
our culture has become complacent
and has no desire
take back, take back
our empire
and the ethical slaughter of truth
needs to be retired
we're tired
it's the death of outrage
i want to turn a new page!!!
i mourn the death of our age
the obituary's on the front page!!!
song performed by by Papa Roach
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Tell Me Why
That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smile
laid down my life, one kiss would take me through the night
I close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smile
it's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?
why I just can't stop wondering you're on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
just to tell you goodbye
a day down the line, reality's back on my mind
yesterday's behind, the charm of love has died but why
unsatisfied with what we get used to in this life
I laid it aside, looks so pale with open eyes
so I just keep on wondering about what's on my mind
noone tells me why, tell me why
why again you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
tell me why you filled that emptiness in me
tell me why, tell me why,
why again you filled that emptiness in me
so I tell you goodbye
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Death of the life
Death is not to be laughed at,
Nor cried at,
Death it is strong,
But will give up,
Death is the soul,
To every living creature,
Death well be in every story,
As life goes on,
Death is more then what we can handle,
But we live to die,
Death well wait,
Till it is yours turn,
Death is now my nightmares,
And in your too,
Do not run from death,
For it well get you worst,
And
Death is forever,
And never.
poem by Anna Reeves
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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White House
It was a rape of a city. Go ahead.
I still speak the old phrases
with back pain.
And let fly the silence
in beautiful emptiness
of a swollen heart.
On pain of anonymity
I wanted to clear my name
from tangled fame.
The after death comfort
of words when clarity
moves in the home of a meaning.
poem by Satish Verma
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For Your Attention....
have a little time
to this page
it used to be a blank page
an emptiness, a void, a stare
it is calling for attention
its silence like roots call for more depths
it is not the normal page
that you open and leave
with your wet fingers
and dry tongue
listen with your eyes
let your ears see
this is this poem that perhaps
may not make you sleep....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death, My Salvation
Death, the never-ending blackness,
From where comes no man back
It is to this emptiness
That my heart calls out to me.
Death, the blissful deliverance,
Where each of us pay our debt
It is time that I paid
A visit to my banker
Death, the final frontier
A place unrestrained
It is to this freedom
That my will hails me to go.
Death, my shadow
A shadow, with me day and night
Come rain or sun, happiness or sadness
It never leaves my side.
Death, my only friend,
My only salvation
poem by Arun George
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Death - The Gift of Life
There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life
We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
poem by Thomas PJ New Delhi
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