The past is not simply the past, but a prism through which the subject filters his own changing self-image.
quote by Doris Kearns Goodwin
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Changing Dimensions Seen
Changing dimensions seen.
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
People sharing with a caring.
Changing dimensions seen.
And racists are considered sick.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed and quick!
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
That peace resisted over-rules,
And those who cling to hate are fools.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Know Where The Past Is Gone
I don’t know where the past is gone
I only know most of my own life is over-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know so many people I loved
Are no longer here and will never be here again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know that that chance I had that hope for so many years
Can never be mine in the same way again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
So many moments of beauty and love and opportunity missed and longing unrealized-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what of it I should miss
And why I should long for it so.
I don’t know where the past has gone
And where my life was lost and why I did not do better in it-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what will be when for me
Everything is only the Past gone
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Im Your Man
Here I go again
Finding it so hard to explain
The way I feel when I hold you near
Still it hurts when you cry
Maybe you think love has passed you by
Dont you know I need you so
But I guess you need to know
Im just a man, thats all I am
Im just a man, thats yours
Im yours you know Im yours
Life keeps changing key
Ill look to you please look back at me
See Im changing every day
Reaching out for happy days
But Im just a man thats all I am
Im just a man Im yours
Im simply yours
Life keeps changing key
Ill look to you please turn and look at me
Youll see Im changing every day
In my search for happy days
But then Im just a man
Thats all I am
Im just a man Im yours
Thats yours, simply yours
See me as I am, for Im just a man
Im just a man but Im yours
Oh Im yours Im simply yours
song performed by by Moody Blues
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What We Have Written Here
what we have written here
stays here and makes a carving
of a name.Yours and mine.
oh, there may be no use of them anymore
what is past is past and every verb
you have put in any line has
thawed like frozen cubes
turning into liquid, something that
describes us, we are past our age
of another year,
all these poems become nothing
but adjectives
simply stated, another part of speech.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.
quote by Theodor Adorno
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The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.
quote by Walter Benjamin
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The past is the ghost.
One fears the past the most
And the future the least.
The image he got looms
Rather than the one perceived.
With the past long and strong,
One’s fear is deep and wild.
11.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Schooling Relationship
you are the subject which i study
understanding and getting to know you psychologically
learning new ways to do right
ways to out do the wrong
you are the subject which i study
practicing and testing the goods and bads
you are the subject which i study
the time has come graduation is here
learn the subject by studing its psychology
understanding is the only way for success
now we move on to the next step
you are the subject which i study to major
as i take hold of your hand
guide you through rough times throughout this life
you are the subject which i study to major
as time goes by ticking away
i studied you all those days
i understand your past history life
your psychology means alot to me
mentally physically emotionally speaking
you are the subject which i study to major...
poem by Diara Armstead
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Past
Past is past.
It never comes.
It helps us something to learn.
Past lives may hurt us.
But It never ruins us.
Don't fight the past.
Let it go, always be simple, always be inspired.
There is no point going with the past.
There is the point going with present.
Past determines nothing.
Present determines something.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Loves Grace
So close to gone
simply without warning
I was lost in myself
looking for peace
in my pools of despair
I should have known
to simply turn
to the love in my life
you are always there
I’ve finally found
True desire
to love and hold
you for the rest of my life
I’m burdened with grief
of knowing your love
went unanswered so long
I only wish
that I would have realized
what should be done
But now it’s done
and the past is the past
I only wish
for your true happiness
be it with me
or someone else
true love will find those
who are destined for its grace
poem by Jr. plumhoff
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Breath by Breath
Our moments are precious and
Our time is now.
Use it wisely and use it well!
There is no connecting the past
And future. The presence is the
in-between and only lasts but
Less than a breath.
The presence is so fast,
a blink of an eye and it is the past!
Then are we really living our future with
each inhale and our past goes out
with each exhale?
Are is it really just a pretence of presence?
Future - Past,
Future - Past,
Future - Past!
poem by JDarrell Kirkley
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When You Were Loving Me
I stopped by the house we called our home
It was a little rundown, the grass was overgrown
Its screendoor was opening with the wind
I thought I heard you called my name again.
I wish that I could hold on to the past
Cos everything is changing way too fast
I can't help it long for how it used to be
When you were here and you were loving me.
I finally got that near to go inside
I made it to our bedroom door to cry
I always thought that we could come back home
These empty rooms just prove that I was wrong.
I wish that I could hold on to the past
Cos everything is changing way too fast
I can't help it long for how it used to be
When you were here and you were loving me...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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The Endearment Past
I have tried to endeavour
Some endurable facts.
But never forgot a relevant
Laud of the endearment past
The tendency of some glee moments
Of such cruel bars, but never forgot
A relevant of endearment past!
The paroxysm of the cruel newt
And the wasted time of waster,
A scrawl book of school,
Like I was companionless as a
New comer of different birth.
But never forgot a relevant
Brunt of the endearment past.
I've had a group of some human beings
Without battered souls,
The bond of changing of those;
Battered situations……………
Has killed me at once.
It is my hard bitten promise!
I never forgot the relevant of
The endearment past.
poem by Jayanta Banerjee
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My Past
I can never let go of my past because my past has marked me
Every time I look down
Every time I look over
There is my past
The notches
The bold the non-mistakable scars
…the scars
My past
Each and every one has a story
Each and every one has a memory
Each and every one has brought tears to my eyes
For no story nor memory are of happiness, triumph, or glory
No, they are of fear, anxiety, self-hatred, paranoia, and loneliness
I can never let go of my past because my past will always be part of me
poem by Scarlet Mo Chroi
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Swoon
I cannot sleep
When my mind is running
Faster than my will to sleep
And I'm far too busy weeping
To find solace in simply sleeping
I cannot sleep
When fears of the future
And tears of the past
Burden my head
And I'm far too busy weeping
To find solace in simply sleeping
I cannot sleep
When hope for the future
And letting go of the past
Is more exciting than a dream
In calm repose
Only darkness flows
I cannot sleep
When nightmares
Instill shock and horror in me
And I'm far too busy weeping
To find solace in simply sleeping
Staring so long at the silver moon
Insomnia loses and I simply swoon
poem by Dyhanara Rios
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Life Is Ever Changing
Life is ever changing
Nothing seems to last
Once in your future
Soon becomes your past
Holding on with all your might
Simply will not work
For time has the power
To change things
With really not much work
Little by little it does it's thing
Until it is done
With no chance to change things
Leaving us old
When we were once young
poem by David Kush
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There is no reason to accept the doctrines crafted to sustain power and privilege, or to believe that we are constrained by mysterious and unknown social laws. These are simply decisions made within institutions that are subject to human will and that must face the test of legitimacy. And if they do not meet the test, they can be replaced by other institutions that are more free and more just, as has happened often in the past.
quote by Noam Chomsky
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What If
Such a tiny word, that word if, helps to ignore the present gift,
God’s gift to us of life today, when we put the past in the way,
Today’s a gift to all of us, from the Author of life Christ Jesus,
Yesterday’s past is already gone, and He’d like us to carry on.
What if, only moves us to cast, present thoughts into the past,
Tainting concerns now at hand, with those we can’t understand,
It may even cause us to resent, past issues, in view of present,
What God wants left behind, to give us present peace of mind.
We cannot physically, go back, to alter what we presently lack,
For with the past said and done, we have a present race to run.
Old issues we should not spurn, using all them instead to learn,
As we go forward in this life, following the lead of Jesus Christ.
Allow His Spirit only to retrace, those past issues by His Grace,
As Christ helps you not to repeat, what was in your past defeat.
Christ, has a plan for all of us, and in Him we must simply trust,
And God’s plan for you and me, is not more defeat, but victory.
Believers, God will not forsake, regardless of any past mistake,
God wants us to move ahead, not be filled with regret or dread,
As God takes us by the hand, past issues we can’t understand,
Avoiding that small word if, to focus on Christ our greatest gift.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
I like historical pieces. History was my favorite subject in school, it was the only subject I excelled in. I love the idea of history and the idea that we may have the opportunity to learn from our past mistakes.
quote by Cary Elwes
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A prelude as to what is after death.
Who you grew with, who you lived with
And who you worked with are all gone or invalid,
Outdated or scattered, and no longer near you.
Who are near you are new to you,
knowing no merit of your past.
You live with an image having no image.
Yes, it is prelude as to what is after one’s death.
05.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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