It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
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Dreams and Aspirations
Oh, to dream...
How boring and even benign would life be
without the ability to dream and ability of foreseeability.
Oh, how inspiring are aspirations…
The future is unbeknown and man caught in an eternal present
plans in a furtive event for the future when the future never happens
as we live in an eternal now, inescapblebound to this existence,
sharing a bond with the past, yet how noble planning regardless for the future,
aspiring to greater heights in defiance and ostensible ignorance
of the ever turning wheel of fortune.
Oh, how awe inspiring are inspirations…
Inpiration, much like many other things is momentary
though complementary
to complimenting earth, nature
and our very existence on this interlinked planet.
poem by Hercolena Oliver
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Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Future
Philosophers say
Is an illusion
For each second that is in the coming
Is uncertain
Hazy and a mirage
Past is lost
And it is spilt milk
Nothing can be done
With the past
Each previous second is as past
As the previous century
They suggest
For keeping up with the pace of time
It would be wise
Not to dream of the future
And not to lament on the past
Enjoy the present
It is easier said than done
We keep busy thinking
Either about the future
Or keep grumbling with the past
Memory and acquired experience
Will not allow us
To thoughtfully digest
Events occurring at the present
It is also not debatable
The quality of the present second
Depends on
The quality of the efforts
Made in the previous second
Where we are and
What we are
All because of our
Struggle or otherwise
In the past
Past experience and
Our present standing
Take us where we will be tomorrow
It will not be unwise
To a dream a future
Matching our skills
And the present position
We often dwell in a future
That is not achievable
With our present standing
And our capabilities
Unrealized future
Makes us feel sad
Be ever be in touch future
As the present second only
Manifests itself as a future
Know what you do
Know what you have as means
To take you into
The dreamt future
A colourful future is not an impossible realm
To be scaled
If you take seriously the means
To be there
Your present actions
Are executed only
To be sure that
You are
There in that wonder tomorrow
That dream keeps you
Motivated in going ahead
That dream keeps you
On the path of learning
That dream keeps you
Innovating new solutions
That dream keeps you
Enjoy what you do
That dream keeps you
Enthused in living
That dream keeps you
Looking for opportunities for improvement
Be in touch with dream ever
And
Be ever enthused to be in touch with future
Though philosophically non-existent
Which only helps you realize your potential
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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The existence of the sea means the existence of pirates.
Last night I had a dream
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a future
a future that i had buried
deep within
A dream that made me wonder
how deep is that burial place
within me
Last night i had a dream
a dream about a past
a past that my memory
refuses to name.
Dug up by another name from
that very past
Last night i had a dream
a dream about the present
a present that i choose to
live in oblivion off.
a present with hurt, betrayal
pain and sadness
A present that however hard
i run away from shackles
me to my past and my future
chains, which i am unable to
break free from
which tie me down and make me who and what i am
Last night i had a dream
do i wish to wake up and
face reality.
are not the dream and the reality
one and the same.
Last night i had a dream
a dream or was i awake
finally.
poem by Jasveen Ahluwalia
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Dream Guy
My Dream Guy definitely exist
He’s amazing, charming and *I can’t wait to taste his lips
Whenever I describe my dream guy’s qualities and appearance
Everyone laughed at me and said, ‘keeping dream because that’s the only place where he’ll have existence
At first I didn’t believe in Dream Guys
Yet somehow I managed to see it straight forward in black and white
My dream guy is so blessed for he is God’s greatest creation
And in his eyes I’m exalted because I’m his number one selection
My dream guy and I….we’ve came a long way
I have to speculate that God, himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzles from clay
To the world, here he is this dream guy of mine
I knew one day us would happen….wow I guess now is the time
You entered my life and ever since, things ain’t the same
If you had to leave it would be extremely difficult for I can’t commit to that sort of change
Dream guy and I, let’s do everything to help us last forever
We’ll share memories of our past; enjoying the present as well as prepare for our future.
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Opening The Door Of Existence
Opening the door of existence
I entered non-tense balanced
Satisfied and content
Coming to the mother
Feminine mystique I am feminine
And I live and live in the moment.
Opening the door of existence
I read history I read fables
That are one and the same
Coming to the mother
I forget to put questions
Relating to the very existence.
Opening the door of existence
I became more elemental more natural
Without having corners
Coming to the mother
I enjoyed like birds rivers
And trees and resent and future.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.
quote by Susan Sontag
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Live neither in the present nor the future, but in the eternal. The giant weed (of evil) cannot flower there this blot upon existence is wiped out by the very atmosphere of eternal thought.
quote by H. Hahn Blavatsky
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So Wrong
social collective
care not
hyenas, all
head high
this, so right
wrong? whole being says nay!
for us do prey
tis the way
present must-
prey to be!
not for future
nor wishes
fleeting, these
gaps that fill,
our existence
Dimension Merge
For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.
Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.
On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.
poem by Orlando Belo
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In This Existence
A consistency of a love wanted and missed,
Seems as I age with desire for it...
To grow distant from my wishes.
I thought I had been in its midst,
On more than just one occasion.
But as misunderstandings go...
So did my feelings,
For a long lasting relationship.
Since this was not on someone else's list.
Someone I believed matched perfectly my wish.
A consistency of a love wanted and missed,
Seems as I age with desire for it...
To grow distant from my wishes.
But I'm hoping on my journey I will know,
What the having of true love means...
With a sharing it to grow.
I thought I had been in its midst,
On more than just one occasion.
But as misunderstandings go...
So did my feelings,
For a long lasting relationship.
This was not on someone else's list.
I learned to release with a letting go of it.
Although...
I am forever the optimist.
I'm hoping on my journey I will know,
What the having of true love means...
With a sharing it to grow,
In this existence.
That is my wish,
In this existence.
A consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
In this existence,
I remain optimistic...
For a consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
That is my wish,
In this existence.
For a consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
In this existence,
I remain optimistic...
For a consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
I shall stay persistent,
In this existence...
For a consistency of a love,
Wanted and not to miss.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cave Men
still at the cave of existence
we plod on with our breaths
our intelligence
we call the cavemen names
the peking man, the perak man
what would the world label us
say in the same number of years
between us and the peking man?
man in the cave of universe
hogging on to a physique they
could not even get to really own?
disceptions at every end of the hair
burning the fire of disappointments?
what would you call them? Us?
the Trapped men, may be?
trapped in the cave of their own existence
- this physique that can be refashioned
to carry nothing but us
i fancy living without the bothersome
constituent and time has the technology to
help us make the switch
fancy us greeting each other
turning round and round in space
as we transfer our nature into
the sun, moon, earth and everything
that springs from it
spiralling men
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Yin and Yang
Under heaven everyone knows that
The existence of beauty
Depend on the existence of ugliness.
Everyone knows the capacity of kindness
Depend on the existence of the unkind.
Existence and nothingness are mutually born,
Difficult and easy complement each other,
Long and short rest upon each other,
Sound, song and music harmonize each other,
Before and after follow one another.
Yin are darkness, cold, rest, inward and downward direction
Yang are brightness, heat, activity, upward and outward direction.
Yin are stillness, receptivity and femaleness
Yang are aggressiveness, expansion and maleness.
(adaptation from Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu)
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dark Thinking
Dark thoughts entail visions of stupor,
Those in negativity happen on the plane
Of existence.
My existence happens all along its time,
Of existence there are some who entwine it,
Of something a goal pertains to a kick.
Darkness has tenets to behold, and materials
Construct a building of struggle, and this is war.
War and darkness interrogate you as you work,
Let open doors struggle for their state.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I am Creation A Creative Force/Agent of Existence
I am creation
A creation of
existence
an agent of existence
endowed with the power to create
Though I create I'm not God
Don't Let Creators fool you
into divisive worship of themselves
God exists as eternal existence
A loving force embracing
creators and creations
all unique forms
with love alike and equal
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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My love for you
If my love for you made you become
More beautiful for a second,
There would be a sign for the existence of our true love,
And for the existence of The Lord in Heaven.
And if you were not beautiful any longer,
It would mean that God would still love us, He would still be on His throne in Heaven,
But you would be no longer my dream,
That dream with visions of happiness and love,
You would see me mourning my love for you
And I would see these irreversible changes.....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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