Temporary
It comes across as a vapor-
Its tenative and ephemeral and slight-
Its the reflection and absolute detection...
Of ones true spirit when exposed to: The Light;
'Tis ones true nature and character-
As oft' influenced by spleen and bitter bile-
Its the Green Monster-jealousy and envy-
Its the absolute truth when in denial;
It comes across as a vapor-
Its tenative and ephemeral and slight-
Its the reflection and absolute detection-
Of ones true spirit when exposed to: The Light;
Its what happens when you give of yourself...!
And are broken hearted only to find...
That the one that you held in such high esteem...
Is in reality-just a vapor-filled to its mist with unkind;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVIII: Absolutely Relative
Expensive is absolute, cheap is relative
Far is absolute, near is relative
Ugly is absolute, beauty is relative
Weird is absolute, crazy is relative
Stubborn is absolute, brave is relative
Stupid is absolute, smart is relative
Weak is absolute, strong is relative
Old is absolute, mature is relative
Lose is absolute, win is relative
Rich is absolute, poor is relative
Sad is absolute, happy is relative
Misfortune is absolute, lucky is relative
Safe is absolute, fear is relative
Love is absolute, hate is relative
Important is absolute, forgotten is relative
Easy is absolute, difficult is relative
Wrong is absolute, right is relative
Bad is absolute, good is relative
Lie is absolute, truth is relative
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Animal
On reflection, it was not all wine on the wall
It was not all cuts and bruises
Or the pulling out of hair
And the bloodying of nose
And the tearing off of clothes, although
It was really animal, truly animal
There were times when there was absolute compassion in the air
Though it was really animal, truly animal
It could not compare to times we cared
And were in control and less emotional
While the intellect controls the spiritual
The animal respects whats natural
Ying and yang control mans actions
And both extremes are a natural reaction
It was really animal, truly animal,
Well there were times when there was absolute compassion in the air
On reflection it was not all crash and bang
Broken bottles and abuse
Sometimes there were sunsets on the sands
Holding onto caring hands
But there were vampire fangs
As the angels sang
It was ying and yang, oh yeah
It was truly natural, though it was really animal
In a sense it fell into a truly natural romance
Oh yeah,
It was really animal, truly animal
There were times when there was absolute compassion in the air
True love, true love, true love is really animal
song performed by by Kinks
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I Am Water
I am water
Sometimes solid...you can always depend on
Sometimes liquid...fits in anywhere
Sometimes vapor...ephemeral...I am there and then I am gone
Sometimes ice...but can be dissolved by fire
Sometimes swirling....with passion
Sometimes tranquil....with still desire
Always flowing....unaware of the destination
Sometimes vivid....like blue sapphire
Always pure....see your reflection
Always rising...wanting to go higher
poem by Renu Rakheja
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In endowing us with memory, nature has revealed to us a truth utterly unimaginable to the unreflective creation, the truth of immortality... The most ideal human passion is love, which is also the most absolute and animal and one of the most ephemeral.
quote by George Santayana
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The syncope
You can find the absolute
If you deny the relative,
But you can never abandon the absolute,
Without the denial of yourself.
You can live with
The relatively truth.
You can search yourself
Inside,
In order to find
Your seemingly equilibrium,
But you will never
Find yourself
In love.
So, you can live with themselves,
In a continuously searching.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Farewell, Life! My Senses Swim
Farewell, Life! My senses swim,
And the world is growing dim;
Thronging shadows cloud the light,
Like the advent of the night,—
Colder, colder, colder still,
Upward steals a vapor chill—
Strong the earthy odor grows—
I smell the mould above the rose!
Welcome, Life! the Spirit strives!
Strength returns, and hope revives;
Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn
Fly like shadows at the morn,—
O'er the earth there comes a bloom—
Sunny light for sullen gloom,
Warm perfume for vapor cold—
I smell the rose above the mould!
poem by Thomas Hood
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Threads Of Truth
Threads what are gossamer threads of truth?
Where do they lead among all those entangled byways?
Who can separate all the knots all the strings
to find that one straight path to an elusive absolute truth?
Is there ever only one ultimate truth that outshines
all others amist the crowds of unending misconceptions?
Does God ever leave a thread of truth that might
speak for him as a guiding symbol of absolute fact?
A thread that represents his divine absolute authority?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Give You My Soul Through Pain
Who wants my honest soul?
I want to be free when the devil is in control.
How much would you give up to buy it?
How much would you give up just to try it?
Let the astral projection begin.
Breath in, breath out.
Picture your self in this unholy body.
Then let the soul draining commence.
I will put up no defense.
It is an absolute surrender.
It is an absolute sacrifice.
In the upright 5 pointed star with a circle with candles surrounding.
A ritual to a perfection.
A Wicca call to the powers of nature.
From the earth, fire, water, wind, and lastly the spirit.
Inflict pain to make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.
Strip the body bare,
Let artificial cloths not shield what's really there.
Rise up, stand up, you need be ashamed it was the we were all made.
With our own weaknesses and strengths.
A unique complexion shall be inscribed upon each every living creature.
No matter if of seems inanimate or not.
Who wants my honest soul?
I want to be free when the devil is in control.
How much would you give up to buy it?
How much would you give up just to try it?
Let the astral projection begin.
Breath in, breath out.
Picture your self in this unholy body.
Then let the soul draining commence.
I will put up no defense.
It is an absolute surrender.
It is an absolute sacrifice.
In the upright 5 pointed star with a circle with candles surrounding.
A ritual to a perfection.
A Wicca call to the powers of nature.
From the earth, fire, water, wind, and lastly the spirit.
Inflict pain to make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.
But the true power is the power within.
You can feel it pulsing through veins with every single beat.
Your heart can never be compromised.
A man will love till his dying breath
Your mind can put you in clouds when your feet are solid on the ground.
Seeing a reality not in existence yet.
The gypsy curse some say.
The mumbles of an old man getting grey.
Who wants my honest soul?
I want to be free when the devil is in control.
How much would you give up to buy it?
How much would you give up just to try it?
Let the astral projection begin.
Breath in, breath out.
Picture your self in this unholy body.
Then let the soul draining commence.
I will put up no defense.
It is an absolute surrender.
It is an absolute sacrifice.
In the upright 5 pointed star with a circle with candles surrounding.
A ritual to a perfection.
A Wicca call to the powers of nature.
From the earth, fire, water, wind, and lastly the spirit.
Inflicting pain will only make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.
The fireworks are constantly going off.
They light up then slowly die.
This is life in its simplest form.
And why does it ever have to be any more complicated then that.
Like a like a little I wish upon these stars.
Hoping it get easier.
But in all reality I know it never will.
But I do still try to enjoy my seldom and few far between frills.
Who wants my honest soul?
I want to be free when the devil is in control.
How much would you give up to buy it?
How much would you give up just to try it.
Let the astral projection begin.
Breath in, breath out.
Picture your self in this unholy body.
Then let the soul draining commence.
I will put up no defense.
It is an absolute surrender.
It is an absolute sacrifice.
In the upright 5 pointed star with a circle with candles surrounding.
A ritual to a perfection.
A Wicca call the powers of nature.
From the earth, fire, water, wind, and lastly the spirit.
Inflicting pain will only make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.
Inflicting pain will only make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.
Inflicting pain will only make it stronger.
Brighter, and more powerful.
But the true power is the power within.
You can feel it pulsing through veins with every single beat.
Your heart can never be compromised.
A man will love till his dying breath
Your mind can put you in clouds when your feet are solid on the ground.
Seeing a reality not in existence yet.
The gypsy curse some say.
The mumbles of an old man getting grey.
But the true power is the power within.
And some things can be just given.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Stardust
Ah high flyin highway mist
Tran
-ce-
(s)
-lucent
i
q
u
i
d of
S(s) P(p) A(a) C (c) E(e)
stardusts orange vapor: : : :
...now receding...off...towards some faraway
fiery conquest …
the horizons invisible duel
Roadside window passing reflections
like a double edge sword of silk and flame
over the old corn row country road
Love's unseen aura penetrating
skies stained in the bloodshed's wake
(opaline trails of light)
beauty's opus of endless passing
illuminating over the old orb of
oceanic onus and
triumphant bliss....inner emptiness
passing winds pass through
a passing window of a passing car
full of sweet sorrowful
passing passengers
passing land passing faces
passing through the beautiful
void of imaginary places
one
with
all
such
ness
true
self
beyond
individual
senses
(
(nonexistence
only
consciousness
aware of
it-
-self)
(non-)
material
dream
a
n
d
thought
(Un)
Born
passing through
the solid world of
sperm and womb
Transgressing boundary lines -
Entering a state of absolute
(nothing)
ness
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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In passing, we should note this curious mark of our own age: the only absolute allowed is the absolute insistence that there is no absolute.
quote by Francis Schaeffer
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Declaring
Find them a conscience declared in
an absolute casual
sun, find them a feat
declared by the happy
things
Absolute windows, absolute little lives
Always tell a wall, letter throne
stone desk-life, as it may
That which through
a cautious power dwells, accidental and passing
poem by Federico García Lorca
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The humorous man recognizes that absolute purity, absolute justice, absolute logic and perfection are beyond human achievement and that men have been able to live happily for thousands of years in a state of genial frailty.
quote by Brooks Atkinson
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The Ghost
You were but a diaphanous vapor just passing through...
A nameless enigma suspended in time...
With transparent emotions afloat in my atmosphere-
A most brillant performer in the silence-a grand mime;
An absolute and contradiction splitting...
Only both sides of your ID could made you whole-
A Ghost come calling in a heinous haunting...
A memory so devastating- its taken its toll;
Remembrance drawing daily in my minds eye...
Tormenting flutters of our days gone by...
Hopeless dreams lost in the cloud filled sky...
My tears-as raindrops- now fall from upon high;
Dedicated To: A long-lost early love
In Seattle. An early learning experience.
poem by Theodora Onken
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Better treatment and detection methods have also improved the survival rate for people with cancer, and for the first time in history, this year the absolute number of cancer deaths in the U.S. has decreased.
quote by Ike Skelton
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Innocence (2011) .
Whilst empathy and compassion
are beauties of a human fashion
once made explicit to the eye
tis innocence would make them cry.
Is never garrulous or knowing
but pure unguarded nature flowing
beneath the heart's defensive veil
ephemeral as vapor trail.
Upon a tender context ground
the latent gift may there be found
unearthing thus prodigious treasure
at half the cost for twice the measure.
Magnificent shall be its reign
across love's glorious domain
where kindness is a nobler thing
and innocence most surely king.
poem by Dennis Green
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True faith is belief in the reality of absolute values.
quote by William Ralph Inge
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Romainesque
The true x x x spirit
does not
start
out with a system
of preconceived
ideas.
x x x possesses
absolute liberty
and unrivaled
courage
x x x
each man
entirely free to
search
x x x
wherever he
pleased
for the spiritual
explanation of the
spectacle
of the universe.'
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reflection
Reflection
By: Adam M. Snow
The reflection in this cracked mirror shows only two;
my essence, my soul; it's also true.
My soul is tainted, my essence is numb;
my dreams grew dark, this is what I've become.
My reflection is cracked; I'm out of place;
my heart grows cold, I need your grace.
I'm falling apart; I've lost my way;
what else do you want me to say?
The rippling water's a mist how can that be?
Do I exist to be with thee?
I am cracked and so is my reflection;
these wounds, they show my affection.
Though I am but one in a reflection of two;
trying to find my place anew.
So let my reflection show who I am;
someone who was to be damned.
Let me be but one;
so that I may be done.
My reflections strain drops of blood;
just leave me here in the mud.
My eyes are stained, my touch is cold;
all I need is someone to hold.
My mouth is silent, my love breaks;
my body's bound, my soul aches.
I am but one in the mirror's looking glass;
looking upon my modern pass.
When will my reflection show;
the truth I do not dare to know?
My reflection is cracked; I'm out of place;
my heart grows cold, I need your grace.
I'm falling apart; I've lost my way;
I'm waiting here for the day.
My skin grew pale, did I died?
I'm here in this corner trying to hide.
My sight has gone; it's the break of dawn;
I'm going back to where it spawned.
The mirror's shattered, not my reflection;
from what I've done this is my infection.
I've been risen yet I fall;
I can't give up on all.
My reflection's viewing pains;
showing me bound by these chains.
I'm forced to face myself in this state;
the mirror shows, this is my fate.
My reflection is broken yet it's whole;
I'm out in the world searching for my life's role.
I'm reaching out through the dark;
searching for the owner of this black mark.
Nevermore does my reflection show;
I'm lost with no where to go.
The mirror's lust has felled;
this is where I dwelled.
My tears fall upon reflection;
this is my resurrection.
The cracked mirror now shows one;
could it be that it's now done?
My reflection's anew;
it's also true.
I'm not the same:
I ignite my flame.
The mirror's now whole with no crack in sight;
I'm no longer in the dark, but the light.
I only love; I do not hate;
I know now that this is my fate.
I faced myself in the mirror;
now that I can see, it's all so clearer.
My ways I've change from what I've became;
I'm the only one to blame.
My reflection is cracked no more;
my pain is gone just like before.
My future is nearer;
all ‘cause I looked in the mirror.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Absolute Zero
Can we begin at the end?
To Save Some time
Bags and our War Planes are Gathered
The Clock is ticking you have no authority
Float like a dead man down the river
And there are no streets in this air.....
Etcetera is my worst enemy
Its wrong and I know
And I will go
To the Big Hand of the God Damned
The Middle Ground is Absolute Zero
What Can be found at Absolute Zero?
Can We Begin at the end?
To Save some time
Etcetera is my worst enemy
Its wrong and I know
And I will go
To the big hand of the God Damned
The Big Hand of the Small Man
The Middle Gorund is Absolute Zero
What can be found at Absolute Zero?
A Happy End is Absolute Zero
Nobody Wins at absolute Zero......
What's That?
Nothing
What's That?
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
song performed by by Faith No More
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Holy Nation
Rejoice like free men
Set on fire by divine love
She takes my foulest ideals
These deleted ideologies of death
Eternal light burns the dross
Centuries are nothing but vapor
Sealed by life
Rogue butterflies die
Color tested by two edge swords
Falling to the ground
Rising like eternal stars
Sing like the white light
The menorah shines
Can you feel the Spirit?
Time filled with eternity
A Holy Nation
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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