In A Future Age
Genuine
Day will come
When the wind
Decides to run
And shakes the stairs
That stab the wall
And turns the page
In a future age
Some trees will bend
And some will fall
But then again
So will us all
Lets turn our prayers
Into outrageous dares
And mark our page
In a future age
High above
The sea of cars
And barking dogs
In fenced-in yards
song performed by by Wilco
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Book Of Days
Your life is as a book
Written on the pages are the weeks
For you would give anything to take just one look
Into the next chapter, the next page
Each page is a new thought, a new dream
Sometimes it takes so long to pass that page
And sometimes nothing is as it seams
For you know you can not go ahead or back
You know you are where you are
You know you can't change that
As you read page to page, so near to fear
You write the chapters as you go, with each turn
Each turn, each move changes what's to come
And you know each moment could be the last
With this in mind you go so mumb
So numb to the touch, to the thought
You turn page after page
until you reach the 'end'
And only then, you are freed from the title
The title that has kept your thoughts bound, and tight
You turn the pages one by one
You take the pain, take the joy
Until you are done
And your story becomes another on the shelf of eternity
(1/24/2008)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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You're The Future
Kid's use your mind's
Don't fall behind......
You're the future.
Kids use your minds......
Lets take it one step at a time......
Don't break the rules......
Lets stay in school......
So that ys can,
Have a brighter future......
Kids use your minds......
Don't fall behind......
You're the future.
Knowledge is the power
And the key......
Use it to build a brighter future,
And to make a better world......
Don't give into negativity and
Stay away from drugs lets....
Stay drug free......
Kids use your minds......
Don't fall behind......
You're the future.
poem by Melvin Lightford
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Pages of Life
Yesterday's page has benn written
it is over.
Tomorrow's page has to be written,
it is still has to come.
But,
Today's page can be written,
only by you.
It is only yours'
so, live the best today by correcting your past pages
and making ways for your future roads.
Life is yours' and live it to the fullest.
Today,
never think about past,
erase them from your mind,
think about future,
by writing your today.
poem by Yashika Goyal
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Lets Go All The Way
Aint nobody jealous
Everybody has they own
Nobody locked up
Everybody
Everybody is free to roam
Look at that scrubby (jus chillin)
Wit a hottie on his side
Look at them rich kids, poor kids
Everybody
Together on the same side
And they down to ride
Lets go all the way
(lets go all the way)
Lets go all the way
Lets go high high high
Lets go all the way
Aint nobody left out
Everybody gets to go
It could never be too crowded
Come on
We still pickin up some mo
Dont nobody hate you, playa hate you
There aint no hate at all
Gotta hold out thier hands and catch you
Theyll catch you
And they never will let you fall
You aint gotta worry all day long
Lets go all the way
(lets go all the way)
Lets go all the way
Lets go high high high
Lets go all the way
Never no sickness
No sickness
Nobody has to die
Nobody has to die
Everythings answered
Right then and there
Never have to wonder why
(you never have to wonder why no oh)
Wont nobody rush you
No hurry
Be as long as you wanna be
Can you guess what this place is?
Your future
Make it a reality
All you have to do is follow me
Lets go all the way
(lets go all the way)
Lets go all the way
Lets go high high high
Lets go all the way
Lets go all the way
(lets go all the way)
Lets go all the way
Lets go high high high
Lets go all the way
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Another Page Turned!
another page turned,
torn, and thrown
into the fire...
time passes.
angry people say angry things,
things they dont really mean...
not even sure who or what
they're angry at...
even when you walk quietly
behind the plow, storms come!
the paint on the wall peels,
but the wall remains...
dogs barking at the stray cat
in the rain... all the cat wants,
is in! we are no different...
none of us like the rain for too long!
we are a people lost,
on a journey we dont understand.
our minds cannot grasp
the infinite, cannot define...
that which we long for,
and cannot speak of...
for lack of better words,
we call it god, or truth.
and yet there's no more to life
than can be seen in a leaf,
in an acorn, in a pebble...
in a baby's tiny hand grasping.
so turn the page,
feed the fire...
the beat of a single sparrow's wing
holds my life, and my destiny!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Future Babies
A flower stands erect upon the stem.
Odd:
It bears the naked flesh of many men –
Pulsing, writhing, arteries humming;
Androgenic fluids chase their channels
To the ground, caking at a mound
Of naked girls, who pout in doubt and
Hurl their rabid glares from eyes
That catch the light of want
And desperation.
Sighs:
They know the separation
Stays their open legs
From bursting cocks.
Masturbation of the mind
Is all they need –
They’re in the docks of
Fate:
The evil Overpopulation’s out to feed
Their thund’rous urge to procreate!
Forget the conjugation, just for once?
Bag the bulbous tits in bras.
I know they want the tongue on c*nts;
But focus! Where’s the room to live?
And think about the future babies.
THINK:
You know they won’t forgive
Your selfish drive to suck, to shag.
The Dying Age of Man will drag
Him down to disappear.
So keep the girls away from sperm –
Don’t let the men up there!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, where?
Future future future future future future,
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, HERE!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Turn That Page
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's stirring up,
And churning with a burning...
Many hearts.
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's caving in,
All lifestyles and beliefs...
Crumbling apart!
Too many people,
Are throwing pity parties.
With garbage that's collected,
In push carts!
A deep recession...
Has messed with minds,
And left folks stunned...
And shocked!
With sky high profits,
Crooks now pocket!
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's stirring up,
And churning with a burning...
Many hearts.
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's caving in,
All lifestyles and beliefs...
Crumbling apart!
Turn that page...
Yeah!
Turn that page!
Yeah!
Turn that page...
From this rampage.
That's stirring up,
And churning with a burning...
Many hearts.
I said...
Too many people,
Are throwing pity parties.
With garbage that's collected,
In push carts!
I said...
A deep recession...
Has messed with minds,
And left folks stunned...
And shocked!
With sky high profits,
Crooks now pocket!
We've got to...
Turn that page!
Got to-got to.
Turn that page!
We've got to...
Turn that page.
Got to-got to.
Turn that page.
We've got to...
Turn that page!
Got to-got to.
Turn that page!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I do not mistrust the future; I do not fear what is ahead. For our problems are large, but our heart is larger. Our challenges are great, but our will is greater. And if our flaws are endless, God's love is truly boundless. Some see leadership as high drama, and the sound of trumpets calling, and sometimes it is that. But I see history as a book with many pages, and each day we fill a page with acts of hopefulness and meaning. The new breeze blows, a page turns, the story unfolds. And so today a chapter begins, a small and stately story of unity, diversity, and generosity — shared, and written, together.
quote by George H. W. Bush
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Ode to a Blank Page
Ode to a blank page
It’s blue seemingly thin lines flying across the page
Each producing a small space to place your thoughts on
Next lies the taunting red margin
Baring how sparsely you’ve done
You can strike the page with a single blow
Leaving a mark that did no good
Ode to a blank page
Why do you stare?
Taunting and shrieking in my ear
Emptiness fills the page
The blanks intimidate even the strong
How strong it is
To give a cut even to the toughest skin
Ode to a blank page
You know I’m jealous
How I despise all your characteristics
poem by Rachele ...duhh
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The Cool, Cool River
Moves like a fist through the traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
Its just a little lump
But you feel it
In the creases and the shadows
With a rattling deep emotion
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
Yes boss. the government handshake
Yes boss. the crusher of language
Yes boss. mr. stillwater,
The face at the edge of the banquet
The cool, the cool river
The cool, the cool river
I believe in the future
I may live in my car
My radio tuned to
The voice of a star
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and fears
Still at my side
Anger and no one can heal it
Slides through the metal detector
Lives like a mole in a motel
A slide in a slide projector
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean
The rage of love turns inward
To prayers of devotion
And these prayers are
The constant road across the wilderness
These prayers are
These prayers are the memory of god
The memory of god
And I believe in the future
We shall suffer no more
Maybe not in my lifetime
But in yours I feel sure
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm
And these streets
Quiet as a sleeping army
Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
For the mothers restless son
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior
Who denies his urge to break and run
Who says: hard times?
Im used to them
The speeding planet burns
Im used to that
My lifes so common it disappears
And sometimes even music
Cannot substitute for tears
song performed by by Paul Simon
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The Conversation of Prayer
The conversation of prayers about to be said
By the child going to bed and the man on the stairs
Who climbs to his dying love in her high room,
The one not caring to whom in his sleep he will move
And the other full of tears that she will be dead,
Turns in the dark on the sound they know will arise
Into the answering skies from the green ground,
From the man on the stairs and the child by his bed.
The sound about to be said in the two prayers
For the sleep in a safe land and the love who dies
Will be the same grief flying. Whom shall they calm?
Shall the child sleep unharmed or the man be crying?
The conversation of prayers about to be said
Turns on the quick and the dead, and the man on the stair
To-night shall find no dying but alive and warm
In the fire of his care his love in the high room.
And the child not caring to whom he climbs his prayer
Shall drown in a grief as deep as his made grave,
And mark the dark eyed wave, through the eyes of sleep,
Dragging him up the stairs to one who lies dead.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Right Across The River Bend
Right across the river bend there’s a warm gentle breeze.
Right across the river-bend are trees with yellow leaves.
Right across the river bend the water reflects the sun.
Right across the river bend is a smell of innocence.
Right across the river bend a robin’s egg is broken.
Right across the river-bend are peaceful mountain valleys.
Right across the river bend a dandelion is carried.
Right across the river bend are fields of shiny green grass.
Right across the riverbend are memories made to last.
poem by Alicia Page
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Suburbia
Lost in the high street, where the dogs run
Roaming suburban boys
Mothers got a hairdo to be done
She says theyre too old for toys
Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen
In this suburban hell
And in the distance a police car
To break the suburban spell
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Break the window by the town hall
Listen, the siren screams
There in the distance, like a roll call
Of all the suburban dreams
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
I only wanted something else to do but hang around
Its on the front page of the papers
This is their hour of need
Wheres a policeman when you need one
To blame the colour tv?
Lets take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Take a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide, run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
Run with the dogs tonight
In suburbia
You cant hide
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
In suburbia
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Constant Time
Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,
Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?
Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,
By: ade
poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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Cowardice Stand
It is not good to have cowardice stand
Not all foes can be called future friend
They must be shown their right place
As life is just open for all to win the race
No one decides our destiny
It may be claimed by many
But keep them at arm’s length
Show them your resolve and real strength
How can they be right?
When you have will power to fight
You can sail through any storm
When wind is in favor and sun very warm
Age may play its role and so the nature
We have the key and have to make it sure
What can be fate tomorrow is anybody’s guess
Get prepared for it and express readiness in any case
The idea must be conceived from the very start
This is one of the beautiful gift or art
Every individual is gifted with it by almighty
Only it must be shown with confidence and ability
There has to be no letting in at any stage
New words are to be written on every page
Each page must speak of its own story
There is no scope to feel later on sorry
Confirm that you are individual
Your approach may be casual
But you are not lost soul
You might have committed fowl
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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(W – 2011) Laiku 241
Promises:
Are made for the present ignoring the future
But the future decides its future based on its past.
Future Unwinding
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
All I know is that I can't be dead any longer
And so I try to be me,
But will I fall?
Can I set my mind free?
Will I ever stand tall?
I can only wait and see
Through the eyes in my head
But I can look forward and see
With the eye of my mind
So I just let the future unwind.
I let the future unwind in me.
I see the future unwinding
I feel the light is gonna be blinding
And I know that there's only one way of finding
And that is to search through the future unwinding,
Through the future unwinding in me.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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Kids Of The Century
We poison our hearts
We poison our seas
We burn down the paradise
Were stoppin good waves
Were losin our trees
The future looks bright ahead
I dont wonder well go under in this river of lies
Were lost in this time--we create so fine
The future we already fear
Seems like no way out, seems like theres no doubt
The future looks bright ahead
Were the kids of the century--were lost in our games
No time for the memories we look in the haze
Were the kids of the century it wasnt our fault
Evrythings done mum, we fall
Lets keep on crying
But sometimes I dont wanna fall
Evrytime when you look around things will smile at you
Evrytime when you turn around you smell the truth
But you run away from the lies you cant say
Dont run away from the lies you cant say
Were the kids. . .
song performed by by Helloween
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Future of Straw
I have a future
I built with with bricks and cement
And rods and rocks
But weak bonded future
did I join with it
The future I share with you
Of straw and ropes
And twigs and mud
The future we can't rebuild
The future of love and togetherness
Turns to enmity and loneliness
Had I power to stop such strong envy
Probably, you know what we could have accomplished
Even by now
But I lacked vision
To see the future
Even though,
If it's this way
I consider it better
Better still were my hopes
that it would be
As it was before
But alas,
Clash,
Falls our future of straw!
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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Im Gonna Walk Dem Golden Stairs
(words & music by cully holt)
Im gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs
cause I know my jesus answers all my prayers
Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
Oh lord you know I can hardly wait
To reach that suite by and by by by
And now I see those per, per, pearly gate
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
Well, well, well
Im gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs
cause I know my jesus answers all my prayers
Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
When jesus says to me well done
And all my cares are laid by
Ill lay down my soul, my battles are won
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die when I die
Well, well, well
Im gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs
cause I know my jesus answers all my prayers
Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
Well, well
Im gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs
cause I know my jesus answers all my prayers
Well, well I know when he calls me to my home on high
Ill walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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