Long Nothingness Poems
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How can so many sweet people congregate
In only one place at one time
What is it that draws them, money or fame
No, it's the friendships they all find
They're the nicest down to earth happy souls
Nothing but love in their hearts
So proud to be friends with these gentle folks
Makes my days all shiny from the start
Surely owe it all to you sweet lovely people
We chat almost every single day
Friends I've become with such gentle souls
You chase all the grey skies away
Without Poetry Soup my days would be lost
In a sea of nothingness thoughts
About ugly stuff happening around the world
You guys keep our moods way up top
Thank you P-Soupers from deep in my soul
You give my life real meaning
First thing in the morning until late at night
Reason my face is always beaming
© Jack Ellison 2013
In the dark alley of time the thoughts of being wanders
with the sliced life stumbling on the pitfalls of blunder.
The frailty of the indistinct fragile future
casts the shadow of despair on the intrinsic nature
that dissipates in the tormenting darkness,
turning the spent spirit into mundane nothingness.
The search for a glittering highway to escape
and to carve for the split self’s egoistic entity shapes,
configures the facets of essence with contrasting elements,
chasing the migrating mirage of illusive opulence
until in the mended mindscape sprouts sagacious sense,
not to be allured by imperial impermanence of duality.
Detached from the confused life’s thin binary threads,
awareness sinks in the depth of eternal singular psyche
where time is consumed by the timeless deep silence,
where the joy of living dances in resonance
with the pristine perception that rises from abyss.
The soul then is the supreme thought of sublime bliss.
With the final fusion of duality with infinite euphoria,
the spiritual passage across the perception stratum,
achieved by the introspective amalgamation
of the fractured notions through transcendence,
merges the division of outside-in and inside-out,
as innate harmony integrates the multiplicity of the self.
August 8 Scripture Meditations Based on Ezekiel 4-11
Key Verse – Ezekiel 11:1 Moreover the spirit lifted me up, and brought me unto the east gate of the LORD'S house…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LIFTING ME UP
Thank You for lifting me up against sin-downfall
By Your forgiveness of pardon’s call
That cleanses my soul from wickedness, whether big or small
So I can stand uprightly tall upon Your mercy’s hall.
Thank You for lifting me up against error-backsliding
By Your holiness of graciousness’ upholding
That pulls my heart from defilement’s degrading
So I can forbear godly scolding.
Thank You for lifting me up against guilt-pressure
By Your righteousness of kindness’ measure
That drives my faith from fears’ enclosure
So I can pursue toward heavenly treasure.
Thank You for lifting me up against distress-discouragement
By Your truth of inspiration’s enduement
That propels my spirit from worldliness’ enticement
So I can seek Your revival fulfillment.
Thank You for lifting me up against slothfulness-sluggardness
By Your love of power’s effectiveness
That pulls my body from laziness
So I can labour with diligent earnestness.
Thank You for lifting me up against vanity-torture
By Your sufficiency of satisfaction’s gesture
That settles my emptiness from nothingness’ posture
So I can pray upon trust-filled venture.
Thank You for lifting me up against anxiety-disposition
By Your joy of goodness’ provision
That ends my discontentment-bouts midst dissatisfaction
So I can continue in Your constant compassion.
August 8, 2022
Written: November 23, 2025,
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Verse rises beyond the leisure emblem
It helps to guide the spirit—
A murmuring wind snakes across the heavens
Where yearning and honesty meet
Under the confines of a single line, twist and whirl.
We do not reign over the subtle craft of words
Still bright vessels carrying a load of melancholy facts
Rich with the tight grief of living—
Scripture is useless to tackle the pandemic
Avoid using contrasts to hide your feelings
A way to cope with it—the ink shuddering
That discrete burial.
A poet is beyond being a word nerd.
Neither a rash historian of the art of poetry.
We shatter the ordinary—
aspiring to the nirvana of heaven.
Unwavering in the face of the smell
We explore the remnants of society
Discern the divine from the false—
Cast also aside the sustenance fed to our tired souls
With soaring constructions of meditation.
Our words are beyond typical
They are agony palimpsests—
Gold imbued with the spirit of creativity
Every revelation is a beat in nothingness.
Every sign we remold is a critical web of intention
We write not to impress—
We liberate the spirit by sharing concepts
We aim to elucidate our true convictions
Against prejudices we crave to combat—
Being different helps us to combat stigma and create unity.
Poetry challenges the mundane—
It is a flight with avid sensitivity and bravery
Verse stretches beyond what makes sense
It captures the morning beyond words—
which rises from our innermost soul.
When the world cries for a solution
We present a riddle.
When it pursues joy—
We provide a gloomy glance
When it craves order—
That is an aspect of reality.
Our aim is not comfort
We come as one, set to rise from our slumber
To turn the sorrow into something aesthetic
We show the complex quilt of ties.
To be the Nereid, static against a tempest
The heron, draped in the dawn misty veil—
Soars a calm bird at the core of the turmoil.
Script for a Jester’s Fears
The jokester smiles from below her joke another yoke lifted
into fears unbeknown to the mesmerized delirious crowd
A gathering of lonely forsaken shadows pretending the light
sheds roars of laughter jingles in sad comedy misses the pun
They scribe distance together in vacuum cannot feel joyful void
beauty of reflected nothingness escapes the audience’s grasp
Distressed trepidation rests in the clamorous jester’s charade
sceptre swings to the pulse of tambourine rescues the bells
‘I can do this once more and for all’ she convinces her mask
‘I may crush my persona for no one to see’ grimace or not
Slowly the makeup melts and soothes blisters of wisdom
reveals prudence in insight condenses parabolic acumen
Fool’s cap captures the moment choreography fades true to
the nature of being when a genuine smile dispels humorous guise
25th April 2017
The splendorous realm of my star-struck heart
twinkled with the tinsels of the argentine night,
where your glamour gleamed with enticing glint,
suffused with the sequins of the mesmeric moon.
I felt enthralled the swathing touch so tempting
of the captivating aura of your intangible charisma,
but you glided away out of my spellbound sight,
like the autumn cloud across my sky of trance.
Across the verdant rhythmic vale of my vibrant heart,
your footprints disappeared in my pining plateau,
beyond the turquoise trail of lingering longing,
as I wandered chasing the mirage going nowhere.
Splitting open the rough rocky ledge of your garden,
a sapling grew at the edge of the unwalked pathway.
A bud bloomed unnoticed with the color of spring,
the petals unfurled tinged with pristine patina of love.
You drifted past me on the wings of zooming zephyr,
blowing a sensuous storm of fervor through me.
The ruffled petals flew away from the amorous crypt
of my heart to the obscure recess of bare nothingness.
From the ebony edge of the dense night of despair,
storm clouds surged with splitting thunders of discord,
splintered my sky once an epitome of adoration,
the slivers of dream in the debris slithered away.
You celebrated your birthday every year with me,
the joy like a leaf of memory drifted away in the wind.
Your birthday came again, but this leaf didn’t return,
for it was too far gone from me, I let it slip away.
Just sweeping the mind I told myself,
I should forget you, why not.
I carry within me a vast void, hidden deep in the realms of my soul,
That remains silent on busy days, when thoughts travel far and wide,
An abandoned space, once inhabited by ancient gods,
Whose ghosts danced in the flickering light of an ancestral cave,
A residual cavity left in the evolution of the mind,
Yet ever-present, a constant signal in every shiver of my being.
I try to fill this void with all sorts of dreams and realities,
An endless stream of goods gliding on conveyor belts,
Fictions baked in the ovens of the human mind, each illusion offering
Temporary satisfaction, but all eventually evaporate,
Swallowed by this abyss that remains ever unsatisfied,
An invisible wound that conceals the need for something deeper.
There is still an empty space I carry with me, impossible to fill,
Resting at the center of the human destiny, a persistent need to be cultivated
And cherished in my deepest silence.
It is the only thing that draws me towards the immaterial gravity
Of an unknown God or towards total nothingness, a mystical field
Of force persisting beyond logic and reason.
In the twilight of my soul, shadows and lights intertwine
In an ethereal dance, each movement a living metaphor,
Thoughts slipping through ancient spaces, seeking to uncover
Deep meanings and unknown truths, tied to immortal shadows
That shape my most hidden dreams and fears,
A flow of consciousness that runs infinitely, sought by the heart.
This void remains, an integral part of my being,
An unyielding space, filled with the endless desire to understand
And to connect in a vast and mysterious universe,
In the hope that perhaps one day, the inner light will shatter
All shadows, bringing complete meaning and eternal peace
To this persistent void, a promise of a fulfilled soul.
video of "Ironic" is for my 'Cinco De Mayo' contribution.
Alanis Morissette, emotive mezzo-soprano voice
and confessional songwriting with a feminist’s choice
Canadian, nineties rock-star famous for Jagged Little Edge
Raw naked cringe-y to the profound, empowering by virtue I pledge
(She’s helped countless women and girls to find their voices, to speak out, and to take up space)
Thank you India
symbolizing spiritual awakening and enlightenment
Thank you terror
acknowledge the challenging and painful aspects
Thank you disillusionment
of life that can lead to growth and wisdom
Thank you frailty
highlight vulnerability and accountability as essential
Thank you consequence
components of personal development
Thank you silence
suggests finding peace and clarity through
introspection and contemplation
let go of something burdensome, which ultimately leads
to personal growth and transformation
A pivotal moment, represents as a turning point
where she gains a new perspective and begins to understand
the value of forgiveness, living in the present, and embracing her own divinity
How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?
blame the moon, release unriquited love and like a bird that doesn't know where their home is, fly away
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?
Thank you frailty
The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down
How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
signifies emotional release and catharsis,
suggesting that facing and processing emotions
is crucial for personal evolution
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence
Ladies sing along with the goddess Alanis
Thank U Providence
Thank U Canada
Thank U Alanis Morissette
I, naughtily, peeled and peeled you to find the truth within,
You have, dear, taught me the philosophy of nothingness;
Each of your petals, like magical herbs, tickles my skin,
Each leaf, as a united nation, enwraps your thickness...!
In you is fulfilled the Buddhist concept of Nirvana,
You are accused of arousing sensuality too;
The Israelites, in each step, seeking flora and fauna,
The Bible says each one missed you, restlessness in them grew...!
One who wishes to kiss one's spouse should not eat you, they say,
Each dish of each little home, yet, dear, you make delicious:
Antioxidants, Blood Sugar, and the Digestive way,
Symbol of protection, memories... you are auspicious...!
Peel yourself selflessly... this is what every onion says,
Resurrection means crucifixion too in humbler ways...!!!
Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders hardened the
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue.
Our agricultural and peaceful
"green white green", they've turned to
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.