Sometimes I go out disguised, but people still recognize me, so I find there is no point in even trying. It would be nice to get away from it, from time to time, but the fact is, there is no place on earth where I can go unrecognized.
quote by Jonathan Davis
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Patterns Of Time
carefully looking at this time
and that other time
how they correlate to connect each time
of the next time
to follow the same pattern of time
with no dime
but a crime
if a time
is wasted on no time
for you will never find a time
on the same time
that was underutilized by the time
you realize it were time
it will never be the same time
but a different time
at that point in time
on each pattern of time
from am to pm it is time
still morning to midnight is time
and any time
of the day is time
as from monday to sunday time
year start to midyear and year end is time
so, time
ticking as you may be aware of time
that everything is well connected to time
and must be done on time
for you will never find the same time
of that very point in time
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do what you can, on time. for time is never a fact but a situation of the same condition on a different setting, but still its time. therefore, time is longer than rope and shorter than your scope though at times time is beyond our scope of reach and intelligence of the mind on time.
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**extracted from 'patterns of time'**
from **patterns of life** november 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry (nup) .
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Time
Friend, as the moments tick away, we can see the end of another day,
And as time continues marching on, soon we see another year is gone.
Friend, time for no one will stand still, but it continues on by God’s will.
And time each day does not change, for every man it stays the same.
All time by God has one set pace, for every man in this human race.
The only thing that varies friend, is your own beginning and your end,
That single day of your own birth, the very day you arrived on earth.
And the day that you shall depart, from this place you had your start.
At that point again time will be, the same for all throughout eternity.
The length of time you will endure, is the time will call forevermore.
Once in eternity you have a start, you will find that you won’t depart.
Throughout eternity there is no end, this truth is fact for all my friend.
The length of the coming eternity, is the end of any and all similarity.
There is one of two places friend, where in eternity you shall spend.
For when all men from earth depart, they leave with a different heart.
Your time on the earth can not be, compared at all with your eternity.
For when your time on earth is done, you’ll see darkness or The Son.
Friend, Hell is that special place, so men don’t have to see God’s face.
Since the darkness was their delight, God made for them eternal night.
If Christ has saved you from the night, you will enter His Eternal Light.
For those who do believe in Christ, for them, God offers Eternal Life.
All other men upon their last breath, shall descend into eternal death.
For unbelievers there is no return, from the fire that will eternally burn.
In the time you have left on earth, you need to experience a new birth.
For when your time does pass away, where you go you will go to stay.
I Recognize Your Voice
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
when I enter a room full of people
and even your soft steps each day
catches me with a tingle time after time,
through your beauty that flowers continually.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
sometimes it feels as if you are waiting on me
but constantly you do astound me
and even your soft steps each day
has a kind of skipping to them
and with being in love I am stupid.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter,
sometimes hear it echoing at night
although your face is disguised by the darkness
and even your soft steps each day,
but our love is not a game of force
and still continually you turn my life upside down.
I recognize your voice, your cheerful laughter
and even your soft steps each day
poem by Gert Strydom
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Do Or Die..(part 1)
how much time does it take
time to realize
time to cry
time to die
longing spirits low
making guilt high
its better to die then to
realize and cry
enable to judge the people
disguised as friends
disguised as love
disguised as human beings
far longing behind dignity
of poor
of human
of truth
the truth of life
the truth of living
the truth of happiness..
poem by Shania Bhayana
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It Would Be So Nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet, sometime
Everybody wakes, and in the morning
Hot tea and cant stop yawning
Pass the butter please.
Have you ever read the daily standard?
Reading all about the plane thats landed
Upside down?
And no one knows what I did today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
Everybody cares about the weather
And everybody should know better
What a waste of time
Everybody lives beneath the ceiling
Living out a dream that sends them reeling
To a distant place
But no one knows what I did today
There can be no other way
But I would just like to say
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
It would be so nice
To meet sometime
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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Tokomoro Bay- Mikhaela Collins
Toko,
Yes stands for Tokomoro Bay,
Not a place i'd want to stay,
Only to visit,
Certainly it is a beautiful place,
Shouldn't i think not,
Its a place where you can ride horses on the beach,
A beach,
Yes i mentioned a beach,
Yer a nice beach for some,
What im trying to say is its not a place i'd want to stay,
Couldn't even last a day,
Thats from my point of view after all,
Although there is nice people down there,
Sometimes anyway...
Not to be mean to or to offend the people,
Its just not the place i'd want to be..
By: Mikhaela Collins
Written Date: 13/1/2009
poem by Mikhaela collins
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For Poems
Three reads for every one poem written
As if food for body is regularly taken
How ocean has rare species in its belt
Same way the presence of each poet is felt
If we can appreciate and read
They are the futures and to lead
With all their fancy and innovative views
We need to pay attention and dues
We got to swim if we are in
This is logic and trend has been
If we don’t read theirs
They want prove to us as their heirs
It is encouragement and positive drive
As it is must for them to survive
If we fail to recognize their talent
What is use to remain idle or to reserve the comment
Time and tide may come and go
Some of things we have to forgo
We may not have time for death
How can we expect for other people to come and lay the wreath
It will be nice if we remain loosely connected
Within nice ambit and convincingly pre-acted
They may come up with double of efforts
As people of board may cheer while reaching at ports
You m ay never find bank or shore
You got to think and positively explore
We have no time in this fast moving world
But hardly can we afford to remain complacent or cold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Never Say
Never say go to hell,
It is nicely placed and looking well,
All are happy after doing great job
Don’t try for their place to rob.
No one may get golden chance
As it is afforded only once
You will not be allowed
As you have not really followed
Why did you live nobly?
You could stay cruelly
You could snatch bread
Make so many to feel hell over dead
Don’t try and abolish hell
It is nice place to narrate and dwell
So much untold experience
No suffering but place to enjoy at once
If you could live comfortable here
You can spend nice time there
Here others were sufferers
There no one will be with you to offer
Say that you were right
You got it without any fight
People thought it might relieve their plight
If you are given something for your might
So nice place even if you go there
All there to accompany you better
You can share nice information
There is no quarrel over any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Opportunities are usually disguised as hard work, so most people don't recognize them.
quote by Ann Landers
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Killin Time
People polishing guns
Theyve got nothing better to do
Though they think theyre having fun
Theyre just living to die, if they but knew
Now, now
All day long they sit at home
Waiting for the milk to come
Watch them turn into stone
Thinking bout the things they might have done,
Now, now
You missed the point, you missed the point
You really missed the point
Everybodys got to know
Loves the reason were here
No matter which way you go
Loves gonna meet you there
Killing time, killing time
Killing time, killing time
You missed the point, you really missed the point
Made me cry, I wonder why, why
You missed the point, you missed the point
You really missed the point
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Time Slip
I thought I was dreaming
but it turns out
I wasn't even sleeping
I'd walked into a time slip
and gone back to victorian time
For a split second
I watched people walk on by
Then I blinked
and time came back
to the place I recognize
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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And The Time Will Be Our Time
And the time will be our time to pray
And the time will be our time to learn to love the people here on earth
And the time will be our time for us to learn to get along with the people Here on the earth
And the time will be our time to unite the world by bringing peole together All over the world
And our time will be the time to share some food with the homeless people That lives in the street here at home
But also we have to learn that we could end up like them if we don't Watch our money
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Once In A Lifetime Love
Some people have it, some people don't
Some people never will
Sometimes it's hard to know when you've got it
Sometimes it's perfectly clear
Well I know it's out there I've seen it happen
I know the way it should feel
Cause there's no mistakin'
That good kind of achin'
Of a once in a lifetime love
Once in a lifetime love
A love like we've all dreamed of
It may go disguised or right before your eyes
A once in a lifetime love
So if you think you've got it
If you feel it inside you
Don't let it slip away
Cause you may not ever find what you never
Thought you'd have anyway
And if you've always had it and just realized
You know how lucky you are
To wake up beside what some never find
A once in a lifetime love
Once in a lifetime love
A love like we've all dreamed of
It may go disguised or right before your eyes
A once in a lifetime love
It may go disguised or right before you eyes
A once in a lifetime love
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Shake The Nightmare From Your Head
Shake the nightmare from your head
Awaken…
Let not the black magicians beguile you
Fan away their dark clouds of confusion
Refuse them your blood and life essence
The time is ripe for transparency/truth
You’ve hungered for sovereignty
Take it…
Recognize your divine self
Recognize your true destiny
Recognize your place in the Cosmos
Eternity awaits you…
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The West Side
SOMEWHERE - West Side Story
There's a place for us, somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air wait for us somewhere
There's a time for us,
Someday a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to look, time to care
Someday, somewhere,
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere.
There's a place for us
A time and place for us
Hold my hand and we're halfway there
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow, someday, somewhere.
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Not As An Art
It may not considered as an art
It may not find suitable mart
Yet it is feeling that every human being may have
When in trouble the way may pave
It has lost no charm
Every word is useful without any harm
What do we need in our hostile mind?
A little rest and nice place to find
Who has time for all natural phenomena?
When everything is seen or available in cinema
Now that too has vanished or disappeared
Who will care and think about is feared?
No one wants to hear morning cuckoo
Life is rapidly moving and is very true
We want cooking gas from earth and high rise buildings
Earth is giving away and threatens imminent endings
I helplessly look at the sky and grave
I can’t live in isolation and be brave
I know the future generation may not have time
What will they do when natural sources depletes sometimes?
No one may hear my painted parrot’s voice
They would think it unnecessary noise
I have nothing to air and invite the wrath
Being poet means a shot sure death
I may be laughed at silly creations
It may have only imaginary revelations
Some nice words placed in inverted coma
I can not expect it high staged drama
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Its About Time
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the its about time album, and has also been released on the country classics album.
Theres a full moon over india and gandhi lives again
Whos to say you have to lose for someone else to win
In the eyes of all the people the look is much the same
For the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game
Its about time we realize it were all in this together
Its about time we find out its all of us or none
Its about time we recognize it these changes in the weather
Its about time, its about changes and its about time
Theres a light in the vatican window for all the world to see
And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land
With his lips upon our mothers breast he makes his strongest stand
Its about time we start to see it the earth is our only home
Its about time we start to face it we cant make it here all alone
Its about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind
Its about time, its about changes and its about time
Theres a man who is my brother, I just dont know his name
But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same
And it hurts me when hes hungry and when his children cry
I too am a father and that little one is mine
Its about time we begin to turn the world around
Its about time we start to make it the dream weve always known
Its about time we start to live the family of man
Its about time, its about changes and its about time
Its about peace and its about plenty and its about time
Its about you and me together and its about time
Words by john denver, music by john denver and glen d hardin
song performed by by John Denver
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Ruins
Its so quiet in the ruins walking though the old town
Stones crumbling under my feet I see smoke for miles around
Oh its enough to make you weep, all that remains of the main street
Up in the park on sunday, dogs chasing and the children played
Old man with his head down, cant see nothing more around...no
But he remembers how it used to be, back in the old days,
So nice to see you coming back in this town again
Its nice to see a friendly face come peeping through having tea
In the afternoon, so nice to see you coming back in this town again...
Ah but its all changed winter turned on a man
Came down on day when no-one was looking and it
Stole away the land, people running scared, losing hands
Dodging shadows of falling sand, buildings standing like empty shells
And nobody...helping no-one else
Young child with his hands high, aint able to see no reason why...no
But he remembers how it used to be, back in the old days,
So nice to see you coming back in this town again
Its nice to see a friendly face come peeping through
Youd better know what youre going through now
You came back here to find your home is a black horizon
That you dont recognize, evil destruction has taken everything
Youd better walk on the side while youre still walking
Just keep on walking on down the street keep your distance
From the people you meet. oh lord and youd better watch your eyes
cause if smoke gets in them, baby you wont rise again.
Wheres it leading to freedom at what cost
People needing more and more and its all getting lost
I want back, I want back
Back to the time when the earth was green
And there was no high walls and the sea was clean
Dont stop that sun to shine, its not yours or mine...no.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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It Goes Unrecognized
It goes unrecognized,
And they despise it.
Yet it is their own reflection.
They do not like what they see at all.
But it is their own reflection.
They speak of ills and detriment.
Of evil doings and misdeeds sent.
They talk of maintaining standards...
With values meant.
But none of this means anything,
Since they can not see themselves at all...
Through any of their sentiments!
Every thing that is said,
They want to believe.
But what is in their heads...
Isn't the lives they lead!
It goes unrecognized,
And they despise it.
Contradictions like these,
Bleed!
It goes unrecognized,
And they despise it.
Yet it is their own reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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