I think it killed the performance on a lot of the systems in the Labs for years because everyone had their own copy of it, but it wasn't being shared, and so they wasted huge amounts of memory back when memory was expensive.
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Just A Memory
Here you are again
Back in my memory
You said you didn't love me anymore
And if the love we shared
Is just a memory, then
Why are you still here?
Haunting my memory,
Invading my soul
Since our love is gone
And my life is shattered
I guess you're just a memory.
poem by Rachelle Sowders
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Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
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Now Your Memory
Coloured leaves dance about
Season changed and so did you
We walked along I can't forget
I think of things we use to do
Now Your Memory
Plans we made for tomorrow
The first flower you gave to me
Dreams we shared together
Your kiss that felt so gently
Now Your Memory
I look back and soak it all in
It makes me smile and cry
This was the it use to be then
And even though I do realise
Now Your Memory
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Eraser
I want the memory erased
Of all that we used to be
I dont ever want to remember
That saddend side of me.
I never would have wanted to forget
All the love that we shared,
All the memories that we made,
All the times that we cared...
But the memory I remember most
Is the one where you leave
Turning your back on me, and on us
It's the only memory I can see
I can remember all the way back
To when our love amounted to so much
No matter how much I loved you...
It never seemed to be enough.
No time to reconsider
Giving me another second chance
No faith in our love and compassion
No hope for our romance.
You made your choice
And let all we had go.
That's why I want to erase your memory...
And forget all that I know.
poem by Eudora M.A.S.S.A.
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Just a Memory
I close my eye's,
you become just a memory.
I turn my back,
to try to forget the night
we shared envy.
As lonely I may seem,
I still see you in all my dreams.
Even though you may not be the
one for me, you will
always be a memory.
poem by Brandon Walker
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The Memory Of The Kiss! ! !
This was the memory.
The memory kissed had played with the heart.
The memory kissed through fast the heartbeat.
The memory kissed made thoughts simply played with the feeling.
The kiss was the feeling of coming tempted promised heaven.
The feeling kiss appreciated each other.
The feeling kiss loved each other.
The feeling kiss gave each other.
It was the kiss through perfection.
The memory kissed had brought the wound.
The memory kissed came with yearning.
The memory kissed flirted.
A kiss not only played with the lips.
Because the kiss was destiny.
Because the kiss was to fill up the world was full of the colour.
This the kiss was the nature song.
This the kiss accompanied the prayer.
This the kiss accompanied the love.
And more significant the kiss always brought yearning.
The memory of the kiss had felt.
Shared the love shared yearning.
The memory kissed still was felt on the perfect lips through perfection.
Your Memory Keeps Calling Me Back
Years ago, we came to the end of the line,
both went our separate ways,
but your memory keeps calling me back.
Calling to me from a distant shore,
back to your arms once more.
I try to resist and carry on,
but your memory keeps calling me back,
like some overplayed song.
I have a different life now,
the life we had is now over and gone.
Traces of our love they still remain,
but I cannot go back, I don’t feel the same.
Each day it gets harder fighting the urge,
for your memory keeps calling me back,
saying with you is where I belong.
8 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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One Thing Leads To Another
How many times have we
thought of one thing that led us to another
within our memory store.
We think of one thing
and our memory links us to another
that may have happened years before.
We sit for a few minutes
as our memory takes us on a trip
through the corridors
of our childhood many years before.
We remember moments
that delighted us at the time
before growing up
took those pleasures away.
Each memory hold a precious moment
we will never see again
except in our memories
when they will take us
down that road again.
27 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Strolling On The Memory Lane
oh, i went to memory lane
too,
i've seen much already.
i come back to what i am
and what i have become,
i hold on to my vision,
my dreams
i write about hope, and
imagine
my future, another 20 years,
another 30 years more,
i pray,
the memory lane is black and white
and then
it faded like a denim
a murky river where i lift my feet
up above the water
and as i move towards the shore,
i decided, i thought,
the memory lane serves me
no more
it was short, and it will not be
repeated
i wake up, and then i forget.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Warchild ('78 Demo)
Warchild, your heart is broken
Your mind is breakin', it's such a shame
Warchild, your body's broken
Your woman's taken, it's not a game
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
Warchild, I used to love you
The whole world loved you, we used to care
Warchild, your mind has been emptied
So all you do now is just sit n' stare
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
Your lady's waiting, she's hesitating
Not knowing why
Warchild, the pain you're showing
The pain is knowing that you're gonna die
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
song performed by by Def Leppard
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I live and will die by you
It is my memory of you
That kindles my spirit.
It is the same memory
That swindles my heart.
My head is full with your thought.
My bed is sore from the same thought.
Day by day pain aggravates;
The same way does my plight.
It is my memory of you
That gives me joy.
It is the same memory
That sends me to sorrow.
You throw on me the day and the night.
I enjoy both in different lights.
I cherish you in my memory;
I may perish from the same memory
29.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He Created Me
You strive for the creation to exist
Like your making and power to enlist.
You eat in huge amounts of peace,
Yet is there trouble to cease?
He who creates peace in huge amounts
Is in a slumber, is in an eternity to announce.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Memory and Oblivion
When all is lost, there is still a memory
From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree,
There is only the past and the future on the path;
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie;
When the new city is built, it will be an abode,
Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city,
Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be
New light when all knowledge is swallowed
And those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea,
A city revived from memory and abroad;
When all is but a memory, there is still memory.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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Mountain
All these dreams and all these plans
I built them all with these two hands
Everything I've realized my dreams
The city lights shine down and they blind me sometimes
But through it all, I was lost but I found my way
So tell me what you want, cause I would give you anything
Tell me what you need and I'll go get it.
I'd give up all these dreams to have you in my arms right now
I'd give up everything and I'd forget it
Wasn't all on a mountain
When it came to me.
All my lifes' been wasted
Chasin shallow dreams
So here we are, let me lift you up and show you this world over me
And all these things, and what I've gained
And what I've seen
It can't compare to the love that you could give to me.
So tell me what you want, cause I would give you anything
Tell me what you need and I'll go get it
I'd give up all these dreams to have you in my arms right now
I'd give up everything and I'd forget it.
Wasn't all on a mountain
When it came to me.
All my lifes' been wasted
Chasin' shallow dreams
Years go by and nothing's slowing down the time
Years go by and then they're wasted.
All this time I thought that I gained everything.
If you're not mine, I'm so empty.
wasn't all on a mountain
when it came, when it came to me
But all my lifes' been wasted chasin shallow dreams
So please come back to me, I'm right here waitin.
So please come back to me, now.
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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It's Better With The Good Eye
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Looking back at oh so far away.
Memory’s just another way to see.
A place to go on holiday for free,
Forty years ago if it’s a day.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
And was that other person really me,
What changed, why could I not stay?
Memory’s just another way to see
The way things were around us then when we
Thought all our dreams were surely on their way.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
The sky was always blue it seemed to me,
Every day the sun shone so they say -
Memory’s just another way to see,
But now I know that life’s not lunch for free
That bitter fruit is served on many days
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Memory’s just another way to see.
Martin Swords
“Prompt Poems”
Villanelle
March 2008
poem by Martin Swords
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Why should I take your time...?
Why should I take your time
describing in loving detail
the day so many years ago
when I smelt the air on a cliff-top –
sunlight, stubby wind-blown salt flowers,
still glitter of the sea, etc –
and knew freedom, liberation,
the blessing of landscape,
the magic of perspective…
all in the unfamiliar, so innocent, cliff-top air
that touched immortal on the cheek…?
I guess it’s like an expensive gift that you give
without unwrapping its elaborate protection;
inside, something both banal, and magical:
not the memory; but the memory
of being, just being; just being a child;
when the world spoke of itself
in every magic detail, unwrapped itself and
with so much to say…
the magic of memory; being, not quite forgot;
offered to you, not wrapped by me,
(watching your face as you open it…)
but, from yourself?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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It is all very well to copy what one sees, but it is far better to draw what one now only sees in one's memory. That is a transformation in which imagination collaborates with memory.
quote by Edgar Degas
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Chasing Amy
For me a case
of regrets
when it comes to things like this
as I look back
I wonder if
if I would have let it slip
that I like her
and she like me
well now i guess we'll never see
and i'm feeling so tied down
why is this happening
here i go again
wasted all the time in my life
how could i be so stupid
twenty years down the road
will i be the same as now
many things
may have changed
but theres one change that i doubt
and thats the way that i view all points before now
racing through the change
alert my memory some how
here i go again
wasted all the time in my life
how could i be so stupid
here i go again
wasted all the time in my life
how could i be so stupid
song performed by by Unsung Zeros
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