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By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.

quote by Victor Hugo
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What About Tomorrow

Is it my time already?
Am I going to sleep only to never wake up?
Are my dreams never coming true? What about tomorrow
And all of what I expected is it just going to fade away?
What if the world stopped turning
Would you still care about what those around you say
I'm tired of sleeping in my head I'm searching for sympathy
I can't let it go without putting up a fight
But it's hard to get by when there's nothing in sight
Nothing to look forward to
But what about... the things you said

Here today alone again
Only the sound of the iron bell can still call me to my knees
For this is the day that I die
Do you know why you stand?

What if the world stopped turning
Would you still care about what the broken hearted said
I'm tired of sleeping in my head
I wish it had been a better song

I can't let go without putting up a fight
But it's hard to get by when there's nothing in sight
Nothing to look forward to
But what about... the things we did

I can't let go without putting up a fight
But it's hard to get by when there's nothing in sight
Nothing to look forward to
But what about... me and you

I can't let go without putting up a fight
But it's hard to get by when there's nothing in sight
Nothing to look forward to
But what about...

song performed by by Near Miss from The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies
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Trixi The Pixie

Trixi the pixie worked for Father Time,
which was just Jim-dandy fine.
One day Father Time fell asleep
and suddenly time stopped
and nothing moved anywhere.
Trixi decided what she had to do
to get things going again
and wound up the universal clock,
but when she wound it,
something went badly wrong.
Time instead of going forward
suddenly started going in reverse.
Birds started flying backwards,
things went back into holes
where they had just come from.
Cars whizzed by at an alarming rate
with drivers looking forward
and the car speeding in reverse.
Everything was retracing itself in a backward mode.
The world was in chaos
with ships steaming backwards
and their funnels steam going in instead of out.
Just at that moment, Father Time awoke
a bit dizzy as he watched the hands on his clock
spinning wildly in reverse.
Oh my, Oh my, he shouted
Trixi what have you done?
The futures going backwards
and the past is coming forward.
He pulled on the large handle of the universal clock
and everything came to an abrupt stop.
He adjusted the leaver slightly
and pushed it forward and everything rushed forward
this time at an accelerated rate.
A snail broke into speed and broke the sound barrier.
Things were getting silly again.
Everything was moving faster than they should.
Transport was finishing journeys in seconds flat.
Time was spinning well out of control.
Oh my, Oh my, Trixi what shall we do
and pulled the leaver again,
then again into reverse everything flew.
He pushed the leaver slowly forward
until normal speed was restored.
He yawned and said I am tired.
Trixi wake me in an hour
and with the way time is going
when I awake it will be next year.

15 September 2009

poem by David Harris
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The Wheel Of Time

The wheel of time is like a giant clock
in this circular physical world
and its spokes are the second,
minute and hour hands that
continuously seem to move within it
and propel it forward in one direction
as perceived through the hub of our awareness
which witnesses the recuring phenomenon
and flux of life in its various stages of
birth, youth, maturity, old age and death.
What of the afterlife and rebirth then?

poem by George Krokos
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Half An Hour Of Your Happiness

Your heart is in my hand
I am looking after half an hour of your happiness
I am imagining your sad smile
It seems you depend on me too much

I can feel your heart beating
I am putting it into your half an hour of happiness
It is in a safe place in my hand
It seems you depend on me too much

The rhythm of your heart is getting faster
It is happy in your half an hour of happiness
They are in my shaking unsteady hand
It seems you depend on me too much

Your heart wants to jump out of the cage
Called your half an hour of happiness
I am holding them with both hands and trembling
It seems you depend on me too much

Your heart has gone crazy and I do not know why
I wonder if it will survive your half an hour of happiness
I open my hands and I see two embraced hearts
It seems I depend on you too much

poem by Jankovic Zoran
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A man's delight in looking forward to and hoping for some particular satisfaction is a part of the pleasure flowing out of it, enjoyed in advance. But this is afterward deducted, for the more we look forward to anything the less we enjoy it when it comes.

quote by Arthur Schopenhauer
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Procrastination: The thief of time for M lady Catrina

The clock ticks inexorably
Each second moves the minute
hand forward infinitesimally.
Or so I’m led to understand.
But I afraid I cant agree.
Sometimes if I should look away
The hands move forward rapidly
Much quicker than the normal way.
What happens to the time that’s passed?
I can’t retrieve in any way.
The present has become the past.
I’ve lost a portion of my day.
I wonder if you’ve noticed too
The sneaky tricks which clocks can do.

18/07/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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At Six O'clock

I heard the Ave Maria at six o'clock,
Today hear crimes on the radio at six o'clock.
I watched The Little Princess on tv at six o'clock,
Today watch explicit sex at six o’clock.
I was playing catch-up with my friends at six o'clock,
Today lonely children play atari at six o'clock.
I drank hot soup at six o’clock,
Today guys smoke crack at six o'clock.
I prayed to the guardian angel at six o'clock,
Today they kill people at six o'clock.
I studied algebra at six o'clock,
Today are planned crimes at six o'clock.
I was happy at six o'clock,
Today are all scared at six o'clock.

Parody in honor of Llorca

poem by Aschelminto Da Silva
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Thank U In Advance

(excuse me, I know we just met
But may I have this dance? )0
Sitting here with a drink in my hand
Your presence I cant ignore
I must admit I like watching you dance
But it seems like Ive seen this before
Girl, you look like my first wife
Though Ive never been married before
So I kiss your hand and tell you thank you
You turn and ask me what for
1 - for our first kiss on next week
For when we make love in six weeks
For the ring you wore proudly three months from now
For when you said i do next march
And for those beautiful children of ours
Yes, I know it might sound strange cuz we just met
But I thank you in advance
(shawn, help me sing it)
Hi, my name is shawn
Tell me your name
Although I know the last one
Its funny that were shaking hands
[wait a minute, I know this hand]
Its the same hand (Ill hold in front of a minister)
Same hand (when youre havin my son and his sister)
I dont mean to sound so bold and forward
But I thank you in advance
Repeat 1
Its like I came back in time to tell you thank you
Youre as beautiful then as you are now
Look in the mirror, there is a picture
Of you and the man you love
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
I, i, i, i, i
I thank you in advance, ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

song performed by by Boyz II Men
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The Clock Keeps Ticking

I want alone to be
I want to drown in lonely sea
But the clock keeps ticking

I want to stop
I want to forever halt
But the clock keeps beating

I want to run
I want far away from land
But the clock keeps pursuing

I want to hide
I no more want to think of fight
But the clock keeps shouting

I want to rest
I want in dream hibernate
But the clock keeps breaking

I want to sing
I want to strengthen the spring
But the clock keeps shaking

I want to only follow
I no longer want to know
But the clock keeps pumping

I want to hurt
I don’t care if I should hate
But the clock keeps moving

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Time

time
the clock lies
the hour is still around
never passes

only our body has revolted
the world too
in fact the whole universe

time
the clock lies
the hour is still around
never passes

only our physique
and the material
have failed to rise up to the occasion

they are the real clocks

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Thank You In Advance

Excuse me, I know we just met
But may I have this dance?
Sitting here with a drink in my hand
Your presence I can't ignore
I must admit I like watching you dance
But it seems like I've seen this before
Girl, you look like my first wife
Though I've never been married before
So I kiss your hand and tell you "Thank you"
You turn and ask me what for
For our first kiss, oh, next week
For when we make love, it seems sweet (?)
For the ring you wore probably three months from now
For when you said "I do" next March
And for those beautiful children of ours
Yes, I know it might sound strange cuz we just met
But I thank you in advance
(Shawn, help me sing it)
Hi, my name is Shawn
Tell me your name
Although I know the last one
It's funny that we're shaking hands
[Wait a minute, I know this hand]
It's the same hand (I'll hold in front of a minister)
Same hand (when you're havin' my son and his sister)
I don't mean to sound so bold and forward
But I thank you in advance
For our first kiss, oh, next week
For when we make love, it seems sweet (?)
For the ring you wore probably three months from now
For when you said "I do" next March
And for those beautiful children of ours
Yes, I know it might sound strange cuz we just met
But I thank you in advance
It's like I came back in time to tell you thank you
You were as beautiful then as you are now
Look in the mirror, there is a picture
Of you and the man you love
For our first kiss, oh, next week
For when we make love, it seems sweet (?)
For the ring you wore probably three months from now
For when you said "I do" next March
And for those beautiful children of ours
Yes, I know it might sound strange cuz we just met
But I thank you in advance
For our first kiss, oh, next week
For when we make love, it seems sweet (?)
For the ring you wore probably three months from now
For when you said "I do" next March
And for those beautiful children of ours
Yes, I know it might sound strange cuz we just met
But I thank you in advance
I, I, I, I, I
I thank you in advance, ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

song performed by by Boyz II Men
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We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

quote by Marcel Proust
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We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

quote by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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When I started my program... there was a big clock in the corner and I looked and it said nine o'clock exactly. And it was funny, because when I was standing on the podium, it said exactly 10 p.m., and this whole hour had changed my life.

quote by Sarah Hughes
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Forward

'Forward! forward!'
Rang our fathers' battle-cry.
'Forward! forward!'
Norsemen, be our watchword high!
All that fires the spirit and makes the heart's faith bright,
For that we forward go with might
And faithful fight.

'Forward! forward!'
Whoso loves a home that's free.
'Forward! forward!'
Freedom's course must ever be.
Though it shall be tested by doubt and by defeat,
Who will the losses' count repeat
When vict'ries greet?

'Forward! forward!'
Whoso trusts in Norway's day.
'Forward! forward!'
Whoso goes our fathers' way.
Hid in Northern mountains are spirit-treasures true
They shall, when dawns the morning's blue,
Come forth anew.

poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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The Monotony Of A Clock

I envy the monotony
Of every single clock I see
I behold the mystery of the clock
I'm jealous of each tick and tock

The variations of its hands
Are much greater than in my plan
All that changes in my life
Is how sad I am from day to night

If you listen carefully
You may just see what I see
What plans have you for our short-lived time?
Do you sit like me and rhyme?

Go out, be free
Let no schedule hinder thee
Wonder not upon the clock
I surely tell you, it won't stop

Unto our friend, you should not mock
But instead, respect this wise old clock
If for nothing else than this
It showed you the pain of repetitiveness

poem by Scott Marek
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Black Tie White Noise

Getting my facts from a benneton ad
Im lookin thru african eyes
Lit by the glare of an l.a. fire
Black tie white noise
Ive got a face, not just my race, bang bang Ive got you babe
Putting on the black tie
Crankin up the white noise
Sun comes up and the man goes down
And the woman comes again
Just an hour or so to be safe from fear
Black tie white noise
Then we jump thru hoops, were divisable now, just disappear
Putting on the black tie
Crankin up the white noise
We reach out over race and hold each others hands
Then die in the flames singing we shall overcome
Whoa! whats going on?
Therell be some blood no doubt about it
But well come thru dont doubt it
I look into your eyes and I know you wont kill me
I look into your eyes and I know you wont kill me
You wont kill me
You wont kill me no
But I look into your eyes
And I wonder sometimes
Putting on the black tie
Crankin up the white noise
Oh lord, just let him see me
Lord, lord just let him hear me
Let him call me brother
Let him put his arms around me
Let him put his hands together.
Reach out over race and hold each others hands
Walk thru the nite thinking we are the world
Whoa! whats going on?
There will be some blood no doubt about it
But well come thru dont doubt it
I look into your eyes and I know you wont kill me
And I turn my back for I know you wont kill me
You wont kill me
You wont kill me no
But I wonder why
Yes, I wonder why sometimes
Putting on the black tie
Crankin up the white noise
Theyll show us how to break the rules
But never how to make the rules
Reduce us down to witless punks
Black tie white noise
Facist cries both black and white, whos got the blood, whos got the gun.
Putting on the black tie, cranking out the white noise
Oh yeah
Cranking out
Cranking out
Cranking out white noise
Black tie white noise
Cranking out
Cranking out
Putting on the black tie
Cranking up the white noise
Cranking out
Cranking out
Cranking out white noise
Black tie white noise
Cranking out
Cranking out

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Messenger at Midnight (circle and rectangle of waiting)

1

12 o clock
in a needle leap
the imperfect half of
the most perfect absurdity
is sabotaged.

/

12 o clock
A blood stained hand of
a clock may make
the next half an hour,
bloody

2

A boy
with an angel face
may come through this
dark rectangle,
dropping rain from his coat,
he may say
no....

insp ired by Samuel Becket, especially his television play 'Ghost Trio'

augustine Sebastian

poem by Augustine Sebastian
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Cat People

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the moon
Feel my blood enraged
It's just the fear of losing you
Don't you know my name
Well, you been so long
And i've been putting out fire
With gasoline
See these eyes so red
Red like jungle burning bright
Those who feel me near
Pull the blinds and change their minds
It's been so long
Still this pulsing night
A plague i call a heartbeat
Just be still with me
But it wouldn't believe what i've been thru
You've been so long
Well it's been so long
And i've been putting out the fire with gasoline
Putting out the fire
With gasoline
See these tears so blue
An ageless heart that can never mend
Tears can never dry
A judgement made can never bend
See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Just be still with me
You wouldn't believe what i've been thru
Well you've been so long
It's been so long
And i've been putting out fire with gasoline
Putting out fire with gasoline
Putting out fire
We've been putting out fire
Well it's been so long so long so long
Yes it's been so long so long so long
I've been putting out fire
Been so long so long so long
And putting out fire
Been so long so long so long
Yeah yeah putting out fire
Been so long so long so long
Been putting out fire
Been so long so long so long
Yeah putting out fire
Been so long so long so long
Putting out fire
Been so long so long so long
It's been so long
Been so long so long so long
It's been so long
Been so long so long so long
It's been so long
Been so long so long so long
I've been putting out fire
Been so long so long so long

song performed by by David Bowie
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With The Hands On It Moving Backward

Opportunities may have already slipped,
Through your hands.
Bemoaning that with a new outlook on life,
Is not going to restore what has transpired.
Move forward.

Why stay reminiscing something never to change?

Some folks like to say it is never too late.
So they can continue to procrastinate.
However,
Find ANY clock tick tocking...
With the hands on it moving backward.
Once you have located one,
Then you have won every argument...
About wasting time and its benefits.
Until then,
I recommend you start appreciating your life for what it is.
Not what it could be 'if-the-onlys' you dream of could be in place.
It is highly suggested that today you start doing that.
Living your life!
Without first seeking to locate reliable crutches for support.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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