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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
Love has won many wars and conquered many things, but can love now conquer its greatest enemy? When the end of the world comes what will happen to love?
This book takes you on an adventure outlining the birth and demise of love and all of its conquests and all of its finest hours, prepare to be surprised.
This upcoming indie poet deals another piece of class in a journey never seen before.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Dedicated to the love of my life, who brought me back from the brink of my own war and paved me a new destiny.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichVoid.
It was just the beginning
Or so they said
And now we look before us
Long before the beginning
Had ever begun
Standing here in nothing
We shouldn’t really be
In here, ever
This is before anything began
Everything is pure
In this vacuum
In this space
In this vast expanse
Of nothing
This is too much to comprehend
Too much nothing makes nothing
We can’t start to understand
The void
Without life
Without cosmos
Without stardust
Totally dark
Weightless
Anonymous
Heartless
No more or less
How can this be our past?
When there is no source
Nothing is visible
Nothing is endless
The void without light
The void without science
The void is nameless
Without our presence
Nothing can be measured
As measuring is not heard of
We cannot weigh up the scene
Because weight hasn’t become
This place is not thought of
As there is nothing here to think
This is vast and wondrous
No galaxies no stars
No Milky Way or Mars
No constellations not even a planet
Just an empty void of nothing
Vacuum
No distance A to B
Nothing solid
Nothing free
Nothing turning
Nothing burning
No periodic table of elements
No masterminds
No intelligence
Just a space, void of everything
Beautiful and elegant
It is far beyond our grasp
It is far away in our past
We cannot bear the thought of it
To imagine it is out of our grasp
There are no black holes
There are no single colours
The whole design of the universe
Has yet to be drawn
The whole era of what we now know
Has yet to be born
Nothing filed, nothing stored
Nothing pictured, nothing scored
No risk no hazard
No end of the world
Nothing nuclear
Just all peculiar
Just nothing
A void
A vacuum
How can our story start here?
How can civilization be born here
With nothing to stand on
And nothing to hold you up
Nothing to grab you from floating away
No gravity to keep you grounded
No technology nothing divine
No atmosphere no cloud nine
No heaven or hell
No dynamic wizards spell
Just something endless
Just something timeless
Just nothing
Void
It is so hard to describe
But what I see is so poetic
It is tasteless and fruitful
And so energetic
Knowing what we know now
It is so orgasmic seeing this
This great bunch of nothing at all
Is so unreal but nothing amiss
It is like waiting for the first kiss
And waiting for lightning to strike
It is like sitting on a mountain top
Watching the day turn to night
We can look back on a memory
And remember what was before
Laughing at our paranoia and doubts
Getting stronger than before
All those feelings that came true
All of the what ifs before the me and you
All of the void I now see before me
Reminds me of our darker days
Before the glory of the story
And all of the love we made
Knowing from this void
Came many beautiful things
Our brightest engineering feats
Can never be compared to this
To build something you need structure
You need the will and some balls
So how can all life as we now know it
Be born from nothing at all?
