There are no patterns that lasts a lifetime. Some people can't stand the floating boarders. They decide on one life philosophy and live thereafter. But I've decided not to decide. I don't know everything. I don't understand everything. Both my own and others reactions are often a mystery to me. I let it be that way, hoping that maybe, instead, I can learn to understand the pattern of no patterns.
quote by Lena Olin
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Patterns
Patterns all around you
Patterns everywhere
Patterns of behavior
Sometimes seem unfair
Can you recognize the patterns that you find?
Patterns unfamiliar
Patterns lead you through (to)
Patterns of discovery
Tracing out the clues
Can you recognize the patterns that you find?
Stuck in your mind
In this land where stability is hard to find
You can rearrange the patterns so unkind
Dont bother asking why a pattern never cries
Old patterns never die they just go on and on
Patterns multiplying
Re-direct our view
Endless variations
Make it all seem new
song performed by by Devo
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10 August 1995
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Polka Patterns
Everywhere, I see them there
I stop and stare at patterns
I dont care, I must declare
Ive got a flair for patterns
On my hair, the clothes I wear
My savoir faire is patterns
All I see is patterns
The patterns that repeat
Lets go into the bathroom
I know were in a room where you would not expect much math
Usually youre in here for a shower or a bath
But if you gaze upon the floor, and if youre kinda smart
Youll see the repetition is like geometric art
Wow, haha
Look
Everywhere, I see them there
I stop and stare at patterns
I dont care, I must declare
Ive got a flair for patterns
On my hair, the clothes I wear
My savoir faire is patterns
All I see is patterns
The patterns that repeat
Hey!
A polkameister like myself never has to be bored
I just grab my ax and play some patterns on my keyboard
Nows the time for earplugs if you care about your health
So stand back, everybody, Im gonna express myself
Look at this, patterns
Ive got blisters on my fingers
Woo, hey, aw, get down
Yeah, help me, somebody, woo
Still there? okay
Next time you find yourself at an exciting polka party
You can make some patterns with your feet and with your body
If you dont know the steps yet, heres the gang with all the answers
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing, the weird al polka dancers
Here they are
Everywhere, we see them there
We stop and stare at patterns
We dont care, we must declare
Weve got a flair for patterns
On our hair, the clothes we wear
Our savoir faire is patterns
All we see is patterns
The patterns that repeat
Wallpaper, skyscrapers, funny papers, patterns
Evergreens, nouvelle cuisine, human beings, patterns
Garden rakes, wedding cakes, rattlesnakes, patterns
Golden wheat, little feet, my heartbeat
I gotta stop
Patterns, patterns, patterns, patterns
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Please Do Not Be Disappointed With My Poetry
in the first place i do not really rhyme
not that i can't but i don't because i like it to be just that
like my life, i do not really rhyme with the world
there is more conflict
than harmony, i do not jibe and jam well with
yes, anybody, it simply takes time for them to really understand me
more more time for me too to understand them
and like them
and like me, as though living life is just a matter of liking each other
period, and not really trying to learn and be compassionate
and have this little sense of tolerance
this sense
of perhaps, he is just ekking his way to a steep mountain of his
trying hard
(copycat) of just trying to live in authenticity
honesty, that is the simplest word we can say
i always think of other things
sometimes people are just cruel
they want patterns they want people to be like other people
setting models
and trails made also by men and women with the usual human brains
poor judgments come and we do not bother we simply want others to
live normal lives
nothing deviant, shy away from the genius of ingenuity
trekking new paths
not minding the dangers of the unknown spreading like a red carpet
before our feet
back to poetry, this is my poetry and by now you have noticed
they are written as they come inside my mind
no patterns no molds no shape no expectations no
AA BB CC DD
just plain talk, spontaneous, like a tear falling from your eyes
shaping itself to pain and then falling without style
like a candle melting to the fire and shaping itself
in the air
there is simply no dictation of where and how and what
like ourselves our lives like chocolates in the box
of Forest Gump
we just don't know what we really get
we just let go
and let live and then die and be buried
tears for a while, and then
yes, forever forgotten.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Our Lifetime
There are things
I cant tell you
I love you too much to say
I stand undressed
But Im not naked
You look at me and who I am
Understand that it is hard to tell you
That Ive given all I have to give
And I can understand your feelings
But then everybody has a life to live
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Now reach out
You can touch me
Ill let you have my life to share
Years, the days
And the minutes
Yeh time has such a puzzling grace
Understand that it is hard to tell you
That Ive given all I have to give
And I can understand your feelings
But then everybody has a life to live
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
I just need to have your love
I just cant say no
Its a gift from way above
I just cant say no
Its the one big difference
If theres one thing I can have
I just cant say no
I just cant say no
Yeh yeh yeh
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Our Lifetime
There are things
I cant tell you
I love you too much to say
I stand undressed
But Im not naked
You look at me and who I am
Understand that it is hard to tell you
That Ive given all I have to give
And I can understand your feelings
But then everybody has a life to live
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Now reach out
You can touch me
Ill let you have my life to share
Years, the days
And the minutes
Yeh time has such a puzzling grace
Understand that it is hard to tell you
That Ive given all I have to give
And I can understand your feelings
But then everybody has a life to live
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
I just need to have your love
I just cant say no
Its a gift from way above
I just cant say no
Its the one big difference
If theres one thing I can have
I just cant say no
I just cant say no
Yeh yeh yeh
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
song performed by by Texas
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Transcend
The cosmos, including humans, consists of
superimposed waves in various frequencies
forming beats by peaking together in regular
sequence of rhythmic patterns
Human life is a dance governed by patterned
rhythms, directed by the sun's electromagnetic
fields of radiation, which are determined by
the planets' configurations
Everything on earth consists of cosmic energy -
pattern pictures in series, all things in existence
are electromagnetic phenomena formed by
these patterns of waves frequencies
In a universe of effervescence, liquid water forms
ice crystal regions in remembrance of its frozen
existence, fragile water directs all forms of life
by means of chemical reactions
Chaos is free, uses paths formed by patterns to
create unique directions for life to transcend
the present in unheard-of new innovations…
Lyall Watson "Supernature" pp.1-100
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Free To Decide
Its not worth anything more than this at all
I live as I choose or I will not live at all
So return to where youve come from
Return to where you dwell
Because harassments not my forte
But you do it very well
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
You must have nothing more with your mind to do
Theres a war in russia and sarejevo, too
So to hell with want youre thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
Youre so distracted from the real thing
You should leave your life behind (behind)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
At all, at all, at all
song performed by by Cranberries
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Patterns
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawL
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow Little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
>From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are Patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darknesss I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of Patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Patterns
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath
Like a rat in a maze
The path before my lies
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell
And it's fitting that it should
For in darkness I must dwell
Like the color of my skin
Or the day that I grow old
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love's A Mystery
Real, almost real
I could feel the life flow into my veins
Done, now it's done
I have fallen for the final time
I can't get up again
Love's a mystery i don't understand
Love's supposed to make you glad
Tell me why i feel so sad
Love's a mystery i don't understand
I won't see you anymore
And if that's what love is for
Then i don't understand
Free, now you're free
You don't need me
And you don't want what i give
(baby here is my heart)
Please, help me please
'cause if life is made for hearts in love
Then how am i to live
Love's a mystery i don't understand
It's so hard to be alone
When the one you love is gone
Love's a mystery i don't understand
You won't stay another day
And if that's all you can say
Then i don't understand
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea. Understand that your morality is not law. Understand that we are you. Understand that if we decide to have sex whether safe, safer, or unsafe, it is our decision and you have no rights in our lovemaking.
quote by Derek Jarman
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To, for, about, because of, Spike Milligan
Spike, we talked of you today.
You’ll have to live with that now, I guess -
it seems that everyone has
a place in their hearts for you.
So, like a heap of ‘floral tributes’,
they’re all individual, but
it makes a very great pile
For myself, it’s that look on your face
that stays – as if you found life just so great a thing
that it stupefied you, wondering
how to confront it – whether
to laugh at it or cry for it
(both of which you did so well,
that perhaps it didn’t help you much
to decide between, so, lucky us, we got both by turns..)
and on your face, that quizzical appeal
to the rest of us, to help you to decide
how to confront life…or sometimes, should we even try? ..
When you see, in theatre foyers,
those two masks of tragedy and comedy,
it could say underneath –
‘To Spike Milligan, who knew both’
and perhaps people would notice them more and think.
And though you laughed and cried
at our mortality like
a philosopher who was also
a stand-up performer with tears of absurdity in his eyes,
it seems we’ve decided that
despite how you may be feeling now,
we’ve decided in our mortality
that you’re immortal.
I guess
you’ll just have to live with that.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Christ Is Only 18 Inches Away
This is something that some people would not believe,
But after they read and accept the Lord then they can understand what they will receive.
It is written in the Bible as follows, but in my words, For God so loved this Earth,
That God gave a son that had the Faith and Love for us from Birth.
For whoever believes in him,
Will not perish, but live with Christ inside of them.
Yes, this is not actually as written in the Bible,
But this for us to decide, and if you understand and choose who they want Christ or Satan it is we who are up for the gamble.
Now if we decide to take the right side and then will abide,
Because they will have Jesus deep down inside.
Deep down inside lies in our heart,
Only, if we knew about this from the start.
With this, we can now think about this in our mind,
Because with this knowledge, we can finally realize why God loved mankind.
God gave us the ability to decide and for us to go either way,
If we think of how far the distance between the Head and Heart then we realize that Christ is only 18 inches away.
poem by Frank Pulver
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There Are No Minutes Kept Backed Up
There are no minutes kept backed up,
To put aside to decide to live them.
There are no minutes that can be stored as such,
For one to decide life is worth living.
There are no minutes kept backed up.
None one can say they have wrapped up.
There is no one on Earth with that much luck...
To decide when their life is worth the living.
People think they should be shown some proof,
That a life they live is worth the living.
While they isolate themselves locked up in coops,
To decide that a life they live is worth the living.
While awaiting for someone to approve what they do,
That a life given to them is worth the living.
With a choosing of every move...
Excusing some choices while others are removed.
To clarify that a life they live is worth the living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Checkered Existences
what we always see here are blocks
blue straight lines blurring
on a crisscross of other blurring blue lines
square jawed abstracted as same squares
nothing delineated
no tendrils here just trunks and trunks
squared and
straightened with so much grief
and regret
feeling the loss of other forms and shapes
like circles or irregular patterns
of the weaknesses of humanity
(purposely you are made not to understand
the rationale for delineated patterns)
gaping mouth, shocked hairs, cut nails,
hammering screams of
abandoned children inside that egg-shelled
room
opaque, vague and begging for a clarification
he comes with a shaking shoulder and says 'You are right there is nothing
in there'
it is dark, and the world is stark
people work so hard to understand and find the reasons
ah, this arrival at nothing like the way your lover tells you
meet me there i will give you love and lots of what you desire
only to find out
'this is just imagined' a joke, a bluff, did you not know that?
the table on checkered mantel
polka dots dress of the fat spinster on the first day of the year
luck is still hoping.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prisoner on Trial
Who are you to judge me on whom I really am?
Who are you to decide my life journey?
What gives you right to know what's best for me?
What gives you the authority to decide what I am and am not capable of doing?
Most certainly not you! You live your life and I will live mine.
I'm tired of feeling like a prisoner on trial.
Giving the jury the power to decide my fate.
Feeling like I'm guilty for every little move that I make.
Always scared to go against the jury's verdict.
Feeling like my life I'm living is not my own.
Always responding the way people expect me too.
Even if it goes against what I believe.
All I want to is break free of these chains and live my life without every move being examined through a microscope.
poem by Francesca Marie
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Mistress
I stand on the brink of your mind
Living inside a nightmare from which
I just cannot awaken
Stand on the edge of your life
Just give me another moment
From which I will never awaken
Stand on the brink of my own demise
Fallen again for another
Mistress of burden
To idolize
Hoping that one of them will decide
To let me in
To stand on the edge of the knife
Cutting through the nightmare from which
I just cannot awaken
Stand on the edge of the night
Living inside a moment
From which I will never awaken
Stand on the brink of my own demise
Fallen again for another
Mistress of burden
To idolize
Hoping that one of them will decide
To let me in
Look at what you've done to me
You've become my enemy
Poisoning the world for me
Take away my everything
Weakened as I am
Stand on the brink of my own demise
Fallen again for another
Mistress of burden
To idolize
Hoping that one of them will decide
To let me in
song performed by by Disturbed from Believe
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You Do Not Have To Apologize
You do not have to apologize, I understand;
You do not have to explain your actions, I do not require one;
You do not have go over what we had once planned,
Because we both were not ready, yet now desire one!
What we are supposed to do, is whatever you decide,
I will be with you all the way, and be there with pride
I shall, all the way-never wavering in my fidelity
Toward you, despite what has occured-this does naught for our futurity,
But repeat our mistakes of the past, in not forgetting them!
Only when you allow the past and others to decide, are you letting them
Decide the life that you lead, and not them-it is not their's to question-
Once more Beloved, God wants you to Truly know, that this is the lesson
That He wishes to impart to both of us, as part of the same lesson, Planned-
And we must be obedient to His every Wish for us, to His every Command!
poem by Maurice Harris
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Elysium
No one has said what the truth should be,
And no one decided that Id feel this way,
If you felt as i,
Would you betray yourself.
But you cant deny how I feel,
And you cant decide for me.
No one should fear what they cannot see,
And no ones to blame its just hypocrisy,
Its written in your eyes,
And how I despise myself.
But you cant deny how I feel,
And you cant decide for me.
And its your heart,
Thats so wrong,
Mistaken,
Youll never know,
Your feathered sacred self.
But you cant deny how I feel,
And you cant decide for me.
And you cant deny how I feel,
And why should you decide for me.
song performed by by Portishead
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