To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

quote by H.L. Mencken
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In ICU

The ventilator is fixed,
The positive pressure is set,
Oxygen mixture is decided,
Anesthetic is mixed,
The prayers are told,
The cries are heard,
Duties are unfinished,
The kids are too small.
The wife is too young.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I Know Me

It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia.
You place a window
on to a hollow brain.

The money makes the monkey out of you.
A green light
blocks the fish, your memory,
to swim in black thoughts.

The yellow rose burns
in your hand. It was beginning of
a domestic race. The nightmares will
take care of the sleep.

poem by Satish Verma
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In a Slow Acceptance

They wish to depict...
Others as being threatening and wicked.
And yet...
They leave death.
Wherever they step...
To be greeted in peace.
As they give these perceptions,
Upon such meetings!

Those unsuspecting,
Find themselves unexpectedly inspected.
And defending against those appearing as sheep...
With sharpened teeth!
Equipped with anesthetics...
With dosages to put all to sleep,
In a slow acceptance!
With an essence expected!

'We gather together to ask the Lord's blessings.
We hasten and chasten 'His will' to make known...'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So We Sat And Waited

We sat on hard, naked, long plank chairs
Choked by anaesthetics and painkillers
Waiting with bated breaths
To cry tears of joy and ululate
Calling her the greatest things we’ve come to know
We waited…
The sun turned askew above the mountains
Our ears crowded by the awful silence
Eventually Sisters came out without smiles on their faces
Overwhelmed by curiosity we stopped them
Before they could pass us by
‘Doctor Bezuidenhoud will inform you’, they said
And dragged their feet and disappeared in the hallway
Doctor Bezuidenhoud followed
His eyes locked firmly on the ground
Afraid to meet ours
Ours confronting his despair
He told us things our ears refused to believe
Our little Cinderella was stillborn

poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi
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I got this idea about being afraid to let go of something and being afraid of sinking into a state of almost anesthesia, where you have to trust other people. Just the paranoia of it all. And it seemed to suit the frenetic track. So I just wrote it out and, you know, said it.

quote by Nick Rhodes
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The Last Day

The eyes of the guard
who motioned her forward
told her he’d done this
many times before

behind his peremptory bayonet
his eyes were dead like
an anaesthetic before
the operation from which
she’d not recover

after that, it was merely
a bad dream
the stripping,
the clang of the doors,
the singing. the singing

for death had spoken her already
a small mercy
in a day without mercy

poem by Michael Shepherd
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In The Name Of ………

Watching the wilting dividers,
wanted to declock the time
in timeless death:
though life must move on.
After amputation, body waits to be lifted,
negating the bed.
Now it was time, which would you like,
nouns that hurt?
Or verbs that heal?

After stepping down
from my self
said the star, I have become
a black moon. Three bombs went off
within three minutes. Was it a Mendelson’s
syndrome after general anaesthesia?
The chemical god wanted to distemper
a flock of sheep. God
save the earth.

poem by Satish Verma
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Flightless

It lost its wings

flightless

To no longer soar

concrete jungle

it became nothing

Value

it bowed its head

sadly

and cried

for there was nothing to be done.

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poem by August Zuo
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Howling

Before I leave
I will give you my gift
to perceive the human anguish.

Time had passed like a snake
noiselessly, skipping the years
I grieved.

The solace of harvesting the dreams
was thin.
A terrible shadow of a futile
creation.

Hopes always lied
hollowed by anesthesia of truth.
A surrogate womb trims
the love.

My garden was always green.
Howling was generating the heat.

poem by Satish Verma
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After

Like as a flamelet blanketed in smoke,
So through the anaesthetic shows my life;
So flashes and so fades my thought, at strife
With the strong stupor that I heave and choke
And sicken at, it is so foully sweet.
Faces look strange from space-and disappear.
Far voices, sudden loud, offend my ear -
And hush as sudden. Then my senses fleet:
All were a blank, save for this dull, new pain
That grinds my leg and foot; and brokenly
Time and the place glimpse on to me again;
And, unsurprised, out of uncertainty,
I wake-relapsing-somewhat faint and fain,
To an immense, complacent dreamery.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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I Wonder Why She Wrote A Poem Like That

she starts about her conversation
with the doctor
inside the operating room
concerning her
first abortion

(how could she when she says
she was still on an anesthesia

feeling no pain at all

and she says)

'doctor, clean my womb
and remove every dirt

clean the little flesh
that may in the future rot,

and pull out everything

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Death Of Adolf Hitler’s Personal Physician

Why was Hilter’s personal physician
sentenced to death Daddy Daddy?

What did he do Daddy Daddy?

Karl Brant Hilter’s personal physician
was sentenced to death by the U.S.
War Crime Tribunal in August 1947!

Brandt was indicted with 22 other Nazi
SS doctors and SS officers! Brandt was
Reich Commissioner for Health and Sanitation!

Brandt was charged found guilty on all four
counts! Brandt was charged with conspiracy:
conspiracy in war crimes, aggressive wars,

membership in the criminal SS organization,
crimes against humanity, criminal acts
including participating in and consenting to

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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The great creators—the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors—stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.

Ayn Rand in The Fountainhead
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Driving Nowhere

Confront the daily setbacks
All the lows and highs
With anesthetic means im
Fit to socialize
Driving nowhere fast
Accelerate to pass
Now Ive got time to kill at last
Bombing hometowns I can
Watch it free from harm
United arab emirates
Still keep the gas in my car
Driving nowhere fast
Accelerate to pass
Now Ive got time to kill at last
Keep the gas in my car
Let me go far
Im driving nowhere fast
Accelerate to pass
Now Ive got time to kill at last

song performed by Helmet
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Down to the Bone

Doctor...
Shouldn't the patient be given an anesthetic?
Something to ease the pain,
And provide comfort during this procedure?

'No!
If there is any pain felt...
They will know that soon enough,
When I prepare the bill.
And this one will leave them in shock,
For the rest of their lives.

I'll prescribe something...
That will keep them coming back again.
There are too many vacations my family and I
Desire to take.
And I have clubhouse fees that are essential,
To keep paid.

And if I don't receive my fee in a timely fashion...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Light Years

** sitting watching stars exploding
Building blocks that make
This world go round
On some distant planet cluster
Future gazing, no sight or sound
Sitting godlike mother nature
Now immortal, on my own
Light years from home
* light years from home
Light years from home
Crimson shades of evening glimmer
Across the counts of earth below
Shield your love like buried treasure
And all the secrets that you hold
Let them go
And as the daylight
Brings the morning
I reach out for you
Anaesthetic for the heartache
Now Ill never feel alone

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song performed by Abc
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Operation

You are carried in a basket,
Like a carcase from the shambles,
To the theatre, a cockpit
Where they stretch you on a table.

Then they bid you close your eyelids,
And they mask you with a napkin,
And the anaesthetic reaches
Hot and subtle through your being.

And you gasp and reel and shudder
In a rushing, swaying rapture,
While the voices at your elbow
Fade-receding-fainter-farther.

Li ghts about you shower and tumble,
And your blood seems crystallising -
Edged and vibrant, yet within you
Racked and hurried back and forward.

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poem by William Ernest Henley
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Secret Temptation II

Tossing and turning the entire night, I'm used to losing my sleep.
Can only see her vaguely, I'm cursing my lacking of binocular.
In these rainy days I long to see her dancing under her umbrella.
Seemingly impossible, but for her I could play my part of D.J.
Just for a single glimpse I wait for entire day as she seems as elusive as Cinderella.
For gods and goddesses, she struggled and feigned the disease of sitophobia.
And in every infinitesimal moment she resides in my reverie, but I've had them all crushed.
When, like some herb-smoking sage with their naked body smeared with ash.
All my friends preach me like some centenarian swami.
However I usually find myself lending my ears to hear the silence of her talk.
And the pain of her absence abates miraculously as her smile acts as an anaesthesia.
One day I should face her tete-a-tete with all my might and power.
And that day I'll shout to the world that she resides in every ups and downs of my sulci and gyri.

poem by Menash Mohan Shrestha
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Bacchanale

In an age of video wallpaper and aural anesthesia,
Music has become a prostitute.
No longer is it a gift from the gods;
It has become a pacifier,
A tranquilizer,
And a tool.
A tool to protect us from loneliness,
To entice us to buy
And to keep us from seeing
How bad things have become.
At one time,
Music was a vital experience,
It was physical,
Emotional,
Almost religious.
Today music is just
One more device
Used by the new sun king
Called civilization
To control itself.

song performed by Information Society
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