Untold Prophecy
The world shall lay in ruins
and the monuments man made to itself
shall become dust scattered amongst the lands
The seas shall roar
announcing its reclaiming of the land
that man has controlled for so long
The winds shall howl unmercifully across the world
eroding all into nothingness
All shall be gone from existence
and the world shall become an empty void
poem by Nicholas Schumacher
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A Black Hole of Dark Empty Nothingness
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness,
It rains blood all of the time,
I can't see most of the time,
I don't even know why I'm alive,
I should have died,
So, I cried.
The sun never shines,
It's dark all of the time,
I lay in my dark empty bed,
Staring at the nothingness,
I live in a world of darkness and despair,
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness.
I try to escape my fate,
But, I can't; for I am tied to my bed,
With the lies that lay in my head,
I scream but, there is no one that hears me,
Everyone fears me,
My world is a black hole of dark empty nothingness and that's all it is.
poem by Kayse Oberley
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Hymn To God's Power
Hail! Power Divine, who by thy sole command,
From the dark empty space,
Made the broad sea and solid land
Smile with a heavenly grace.
Made the high mountain and firm rock,
Where bleating cattle stray;
And the strong, stately, spreading oak,
That intercepts the day.
The rolling planets thou madest move,
By thy effective will;
And the revolving globes above
Their destined cours fulfil.
His mighty power, ye thunders, praise,
As through the heavens ye roll;
And his great name, ye lightnings, blaze,
Unto the distant pole.
Ye seas, in your eternal roar,
His sacred praise proclaim;
While the inactive sluggish shore
Re-echoes to the same.
Ye howling winds, howl out his praise,
And make the forests bow;
While through the air, the earth, and seas,
His solemn praise ye blow.
O yon high harmonious spheres,
Your powerful mover sing;
To him your circling course that steers,
Your tuneful praises bring.
Ungrateful mortals, catch the sound,
And in your numerous lays,
To all the listening world around,
The God of nature praise.
poem by James Thomson
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a world yet saved Pt.2
When | we look at Christ...
...here's what we see:
a world void of fog,
a world void of slack,
a world void of loopholes and riches and gain.
a world blessed with loss,
a world blessed with hope,
a world blessed with GOD'S word and HIS cross and life.
A Dark World
He can't see, he is blind
But he has pictured the world in his mind
He did need a guide
A faithful dog to go by his side
He and his dog
Have traveled the world more than you and me
He knows by the feel of his feet, each and every land
And the sound of the seven seas
Such a world for himself
Only he could create
Through the smell and sound
And whatever he could appreciate
It’s a world of nature and peace
A world where war and jealousy cease
It is his world
But why can't it be yours and mine
Why can't we tune our senses
To, know the world so fine
poem by Ahvana Dutt
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Meaningless
Sometimes you do things for others
never realising what it does to you.
It feels as if you’re helping them
then realize what it has done to you.
You get lost along the way
withdrawing from the world
and no longer having anything to say.
Gone is that, that nurtured you
as you turn your back away.
Your world becomes a blank page
with just one word written on it
and that word is despair.
You no longer have anyone
to talk to and share your ideas.
You recede into apologies
for nothing that you’ve done.
The comfort zone you once had
is gone never to return.
You slip into boredom that you once knew.
Your life is filled with images,
which are meaningless to you.
Your stuck in a world
that is neither happy or sad,
but which is meaningless and empty.
Your creativity has all but ebbed away
and shrunk back into the void
that once controlled your life
and looks like doing it again.
You wander through each day
devoid of the things you need
to carry your life through. It happened why you ask.
The answer is not so readily available.
Slowly you fall into loneliness
where no thoughts are written down,
sliding into an empty world
where your voice is never heard
and no voices come back to you.
The world of desolation
where you are no longer an individual,
but just another empty drone.
Your emotions have been drained away,
your feelings are now gone.
You face each day without caring
whether it will be your last.
poem by David Harris
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The World Simply Laughs (edited)
the single step
of the thousand steps
the world
laughs at
it
it is the beginning of a
world in a cliche
the world cannot be intimidated
by your howl
it has silenced so many
howls
before the first howl
came in
the cave of
illusions
the world will love you for your silence
your friend
in your solitude
your buddy in your fishing
your company
in prayer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Colossal Youth
If you think the world is
A machine with one cog
And that cog is you,
Or the things that you do
Then you are not in this world
The world is not you
If you think the world
Is a balloon in your head
When it goes bang only
You will be dead
cos you are not in this world
The world is not you
If you think the world lies
At the top of your legs
And you only live when you are in bed
Then you are not in this world
The world is your head
If you think the world is
A clutter of existence
Falling through the air
With minimal resistance
You could be right, how would I know?
Colossal youth is showing the way to go
song performed by by Young Marble Giants
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The World Simply Laughs
the single step
of the thousand steps
the world
laughs at
it
it is the beginning of a
world in a cliche
the world cannot be intimidated
by your howl
it has silence so many
howls
before the first howl
came in
the cave of
illusions
the world will love you for your silence
your friend
in your solitude
your buddy in your fishing
your company
in prayer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Children Of The Moon
(lead vocal - david paton)
Pay no attention to the writing on the wall
The words seem empty cause theres nothing there at all
We let the wise men beat the drums too soon
We were just children of the moon
No one to turn to
Nowhere to run to even if we could
Too late to save us but try to understand
The seas were empty there was hunger in the land
We let the blind man lead the way too long
Easy to see where we went wrong
Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Were lost in the middle of a hopeless world
Lost in the middle of a hopeless world
Children children of the moon watch the world go by
Children children of the moon are hiding from the sun and the sky
Children children of the moon watch it all go by
Children children of the moon are blinded by the light in their eyes
No one to turn to
Nowhere to run to even if we could
Follow the pilgrim to the temple of the dawn
The altars empty and the sacrifice is gone
We let the madmen write the golden rules
We were no more than mortal fools
Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Were lost in the middel of a hopeless world
Lost in the middle of a hopeless world
Children children of the moon watch the world go by
Children children of the moon hiding from the sky
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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The World I Lived In Is No More
THE WORLD I LIVED IN IS NO MORE
The world I lived in is no more
The world I live in now is less and less my own
I try to hold on to my small part in it
I do not know how long this will last.
The world will continue after me
It will go on and on and on
I will be forgotten
All I have done will be forgotten
I will be lost forever
It will be as if I never was
Dust is the beginning
And dust is the end
And I will be dust
Though I have a voice now.
Unless God decides otherwise.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Cross #2
The cross- a significant symbol of Christianity
Where JESUS was crucified to save humanity.
It matters not where you’re from
If you believe in GOD- then you believe in his son.
They spoke of him long before his existence
That he was on the way
And to him the world would pray.
Lands, and the earth, and people have changed
But one thing remains the same.
The faith, the belief in GOD above
For he is the one true love.
Men trying to rule other men for power and glory
But this was just part of the story.
They wanted to conquer all nations
And they killed without hesitation.
They traveled by land and sea
And did not care about humanity.
Silver, gold, diamonds, and pearls
This is what made their world.
Then the poor, the humble, the meek
Needed strength for they was weak.
A prophet told the people that he saw a vision
Of angels coming down from the skies
That would affect all mankind.
Every day for centuries they awaited his arrival
Their faith gave them the strength
For their survival.
Rome had become the strongest of nations
And this is where they would find salvation.
GOD would lead the Jews to the promised land
For the holding of his people was out of hand.
This was the turning point to Christianity
And all the miracles made for the world to see.
So if you believe in GOD then you should know
Through his son is the way to go.
poem by Louis Rams
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World Without You,
world without you,
I can never fathom,
A world without you,
I only see your Kingdom kissing me,
I love the success we shared,
You and me,
Eventually I found redemption of you,
Me and you,
Where I perceive nature's beauty,
This is the revelation,
World without you is insanity,
World without you is sadness,
World without you is no world,
World without you is all ugly,
World without you is foolisness,
World with you is Beauty Unfathomable,
World with you is their envy,
World with you their hatred,
World with you is their cofusion,
World with you made them raise hell,
World with you we are even more than conquerer's.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Open
Here there is nothing but open,
Nothing but pure space,
Nothing but a void of unknown.
In this place the only thing that exists in the mind,
Is what is made true through the spirit,
And actions made by the body.
In a world so empty and cold,
There is nothing to live for,
Yet at the same time nothing to die for.
Here, you just are,
You do not live or die or believe,
You just are.
It’s unimaginable to the worlds that surround,
A figment of a child’s imagination, maybe.
Abandoned over the years.
Maybe this place is the creation of a tired author,
Who has nothing to write, only characters without purpose,
No ideas left to create a solid world.
A lonely widow, perhaps,
With no one to please or be with,
Only an empty house filled with empty memories.
Or even a retired soldier,
Not wanting to live through the pain and dreams,
Creating a world so empty, so predictable, nothing could go wrong.
A mother who has lost their child,
Who goes from day to day following suit,
Wishing it was them instead of their baby who left the world.
The blackness of this world is unlike any other,
A simple world that is pure impurities,
Simple complexity.
Like the worlds we make for ourselves to escape to,
When our own reality becomes more than we can handle, less than we expect,
A world we can slip off to silently screaming.
A bright place of darkness,
A never ending end to what we live everyday,
A single lie that we live with as if it were true.
A world that is everything and nothing,
Completely incomplete,
Written and unwritten.
Open.
By: Bethany Maxwell
(c) September 29,2010
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The City
You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, a better one than this.
Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate;
and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried.
How long will my mind remain in this wasteland.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years destroying and wasting."
You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
and you will grow gray in these same houses.
Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other --
There is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have destroyed your life here
in this little corner, you have ruinded it in the entire world.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does.
quote by Allen Ginsberg
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Is This The World We Created?
Words and music by freddie mercury and brian may
Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need
Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law?
So it seems in the end
Is this what were all living for today?
The world that we created
You know that every day a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by
Is this the world we created?
We made it on our own
Is this the world we devastated
Right to the bone?
If theres a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what weve done
To the world that he created?
song performed by by Queen
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His Own World
I had a world of my own once
It used to belong to me
All in a rush, and all in a hurry
It went away, it was so blurry
Nothing makes sense now
His own world can’t be shared
My own world is gone
It had a life, it had a soul
Inside me I feel an empty hole
Something that’s not quite
Meant to be full?
I am in a world were I am a fool
It is not right, and it isn’t cool
That’s his own world over here
My own world is gone, it’s not
Near, it went away and took with
It, every bit of my accomplishment
Left I am with nothing now
Inside our out, behind the cow
In his world he has everything
If I had claim to a world
It would be a nothing
It would be an ultimate zero
A frozen fortress of doom
Destruction follows me down a path
Strikes me furious with it’s wrath
Where did my world go?
Where is my own world?
6-2-07
poem by Jesse Tampa
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Witnessing the Launch of the Shuttle Atlantis
So much of life in the world is waiting, that
This day was no exception, so we waited
All morning long and into the afternoon.
I spent some of the time remembering
Dante, who did the voyage in the mind
Alone, with no more nor heavier machinery
Than the ghost of a girl giving him guidance;
And wondered if much was lost to gain all this
New world of engine and energy, where dream
Translates into deed. But when the thing went up
It was indeed impressive, as if hell
Itself opened to send its emissary
In search of heaven or 'the unpeopled world'
(thus Dante of doomed Ulysses) 'behind the sun.'
So much of life in the world is memory
That the moment of the happening itself—
So much with noise and smoke and rising clear
To vanish at the limit of our vision
Into the light blue light of afternoon—
Appeared no more, against the void in aim,
Than the flare of a match in sunlight, quickly snuffed.
What yet may come of this? We cannot know.
Great things are promised, as the promised land
Promised to Moses that he would not see
But a distant sight of, though the children would.
The world is made of pictures of the world,
And the pictures change the world into another world
We cannot know, as we knew not this one.
poem by Howard Nemerov
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The Latest Fear Of Silence
someday you may ask
'how come you have always something to say? '
as though you have always wished
that for a moment
i should have been silent
or say nothing about this world anymore
about you
about the coldness of your arm
and mine
' i have always something to say to this world'
in my silence that i have compromised with you
i could have said
that deep within my soul
there is a place without trees and shores
there are no leaves
that fall and cover my rugged land
no breeze to appease
my emptied wells
or i could have simply told you
that silence can kill me
that without the noise and my voice
i could have already been lost
in the void
that my only link to this world is a word
so many of them
and they wall me out
from the eternal threat of
an empty space
a meaningless vacuum
that has sucked many souls
into oblivion
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rain Forest Blues - And Greens
Artistic beauty
A silver arrow shoots
Swiftly and silently across
The stillness of a moonlit lake
As another fish peeps out
At a sleeping world
Dazzling entertainment
The celestial magician waves his wand
Across the heavens
Sprinkling stardust which sparkles
Falling against black velvet
Upon a sleeping world
Dramatic tragedy
Another colossus is brought to his knees
Dismembered unmercifully
His domain laid waste
Under the cut and thrust of those
Who, from beneath a cloak of decency
Rape the land for selfish fulfillment
Amidst a sleeping world
poem by Bob Oldfield
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