To Ripley (Alien 1-4)
Always your face like a space
(Destination: beautiful) ship
Empties its mote of closeup trace
Down screens that blink blank blip
Somewhere between countdown
And coma time is a line
Where waking centuries often
Drained against that measure we find
Our blood redshifts (direction: west)
Until film can clone one sun
With stars both whole and gone
Attending every sequel
We pray for an intent equal
To our interest
poem by Bill Knott
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Airport Inspection
On my flight out of West Palm, I was pulled over for something wrong,
I got scared I thought what is going on? They said it was something in Razel's clone.
I thought it was funny, inspectors looked so torn,
I sat there watching inspectors with gloves I took photos of them with Razel clone above.
They where looking for material that that was not pure, explosive and bad,
I laughed to myself trying to find material that is explosive and then my camera came out,
Taking photos before I took a picture from up above.
Up above Clone's face, airport inspectors kept touching for a trace,
A trace of suspicious material that' ends up being stuffing,
They looked like vultures picking at nothing.
Picture end up on myspace later that day,
with comments so funny I have to say,
This is the height of stupidity thus far,
when you are traveling by plane not a car.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 6,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Countdown To Christmas Party Time
Countdown,
Countdown to christmas,
Countdown to christmas party time.
Were so happy,
We want you to be happy too.
Were so happy,
And we want to share the secrets of happiness with you.
Grab a woman beneath the mistletoe,
Kiss her lips and make her glow.
No more fighting, no more fuss,
Ah, its christmas!
Countdown,
Countdown to christmas,
Countdown to christmas party time.
Were so happy,
We want you to be happy too.
Were so happy,
And we want to share the secrets of happiness with you.
Eat and drink and dance some more,
Invite the whole street through your door.
Sing out loud, dont swear or cuss
Ah, its christmas!
Countdown,
Countdown to christmas,
Countdown to christmas party time.
Countdown,
Countdown to christmas,
Countdown to christmas party time.
Were so happy,
We want you to be happy too.
Were so happy,
And we want to share the secrets of happiness with you.
Countdown.
10 days.
Countdown to christmas.
9 days.
Countdown.
8 days.
Countdown to christmas.
7 days.
Countdown.
6 days.
Countdown to christmas.
5 days.
Countdown.
4 days.
Countdown to christmas.
3 days.
Countdown.
2 days.
Countdown to christmas.
1 day.
Ah, its christmas!
song performed by by Xtc
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Just Another Sequel
There are many people,
Some troubled on the streets
And looking grieved,
With no hope.
With lost beliefs,
They let go.
There are many people sharing agonies so real.
They show and hold,
In the cold.
Some try to be,
Brave and bold.
And
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
And is this,
Just another sequel of
People who aren't equal.
There are many people,
Some troubled on the streets
And looking grieved,
With no hope.
With lost beliefs,
They let go.
And
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
And is this,
Just another sequel of
People who aren't equal.
Doing all they can,
To keep what's in their hands.
And
Is this just a sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of lost people.
Is this,
Just another sequel of
People who aren't equal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Airport Inspection
On my flight out of West Palm, I was pulled over for something wrong,
I got scared, I thought what is going on? They said it was something in Razel's clone.
I thought it was funny, inspectors looked so torn,
I sat there watching inspectors with gloves, I took photos of them with Razel's clone from above.
They were looking for material that was not pure, explosive and bad,
I realized how silly this was and just laughed.
Airport Inspectors inspected wearing gloves.
Airport inspectors kept touching Clone's face for a trace,
a trace of suspicious material that ends up being stuffing,
They looked like vultures picking at nothing.
Picture end up on myspace later that day,
with comments so funny I have to say,
This is the height of stupidity thus far,
when you are traveling by plane and not a car.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Aug.6,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tabula Rasa
this is a blank wall
or as you wish it, this could be a blank page,
or you may consider this
a blank mind of a child and
you will be teaching him
some things for the first time,
go, scroll, and find something,
do you remember now, why the child is still in pain?
why the walls are stronger? why the blank page still have stains
of blood in there?
some sad memories that refuse to leave?
don't lose hope, there are still more blank spaces of the mind
imagine it to be some kind of a sky
now, put the stars and the moon, and try wishing
someth ing nice and beautiful
like a boat filled with flowers and some light and then silently it sails
on a very peaceful sea like a fine silky cloth covering the dining table
to the place that you always dream to live
forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Orphan
Alone, alone! - no other face
Wears kindred smile, kindred line;
And yet they say my mother's eyes.
They say my father's brow, is mine;
And either had rejected to see
The other's likeness in my face,
But now it is a stranger's eye,
That finds some long forgotten trace.
I heard them name my father's death,
His home and tomb alike the wave;
And I was early taught to weep,
Beside my youthful mother's grave.
I wish I could recall one look, -
But only one familiar tone;
If I had aught of memory,
I should not feel so all alone.
My heart is gone beyond the grave,
In search of love I cannot find,
Till I could fancy soothing words
Are whisper'd by the ev'ning wind:
I gaze upon the watching stars,
So clear, so beautiful above,
Till I could dream they look on me
With something of an answering love.
My mother! does thy gentle eye
Look from those distant stars on me?
Or does the wind at ev'ning bear
A message to thy child from thee?
Dost thou pine for me, as I pine
Again a parent's love to share?
I often kneel beside thy grave,
And pray to be a sleeper there.
The vesper bell! - 'tis eventide,
I will not weep, but I will pray:
God of the fatherless, 'tis Thou
Alone canst be the orphan's stay!
Earth's meanest flower, heaven's mightiest star,
Are equal to their Maker's love.
And I can say, 'Thy will be done,'
With eyes that fix their hopes above.
poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Clone Your Lover
CLONE YOUR LOVER
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Hello Hello
who wants the same
Hello Hello
calling your name
Hello Hello
stole your soul
Hello Hello
making you whole
When you're here
I don't care
what you say
what you say to me
as long as you say it
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Clone
Hello Hello
you want to know
Hello Hello
who's taking control
When you're here
I don't care
what you say
what you say to me
as long as you say it to me
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Wish there was something I could do
Wish there was something else than you
Wish there was the same but new
Wish that I could be with you
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Cloned
Clone the children, they're better that way
Clone the children, now they can pray
My world is unaffected
Clone the god, its best when it sighs
Clone the god, it's all inserted lies
My world is unaffected
Clone the world, emotionless insanity
Clone the world, and let the children see
No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption
Clone the martyr, he's not needing
Clone the martyr, he quit bleeding
No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption
My world is unaffected
poem by Corey Baker
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When I first did 'The Fast and the Furious', I didn't want there to be a sequel on the first one. I thought, 'Why would you rush to do a sequel - just because your first film is successful?'
quote by Vin Diesel
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I Think Im A Clone Now
Isnt it strange
Feels like Im lookin in the mirror
What would people say
If only they knew that I was
Part of some geneticists plan (plan-plan-plan)
Born to be a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
There in a petri dish late one night
They took a donors body cell and fertilized a human egg and so I say
I think Im a clone now
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
Look at the way
We go out walking close together
I guess you could say
Im really beside myself
I still remember how it began (gan-gan-gan)
They produced a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
Born in a science lab late one night
Without a mother or a father, just a test tube and a womb with a view
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And I can stay at home while Im out of town
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
Signing autographs for my fans
Come and meet the carbon copy man
Livin in stereo, its all right
Well I can be my own best friend and I can send myself for pizza so I say
I think Im a clone now
Another one of mes always hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Ive been on oprah winfrey - Im world renowned
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Thats my genetic twin always hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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A Highway To Nowhere
There are coloured wavy lines
in that space I call my mind.
They look like swimming snakes
searching for something to find.
They are going in one direction,
fluorescent and shining bright,
but like goldfish in a bowl
no destination is in sight.
Perhaps they are an indication,
of what is yet to come.
A direction of which to take
in a darkness without sun.
An escape from the gloom,
from the bleak, and despair,
or maybe it’s simply showing
life’s a highway to nowhere.
poem by Orlando Belo
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My destination
My destination is life at the end of the line
My destination is graduation when it’s time
My destination is my diploma I bet I get mine
My destination is to stop with the lay back being cool
My destination is to reach to top of the school
When you reach the top I want you to look over and have in your hand a four leaf clover
As you step on the edge and start to look down turn around fall back make no sound
So the next destination you reach is the ground
poem by Jacob Valentine
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Blank
I wish I was blank
I wish I was blank
I wish I could thank
I wish I was blank
I'd write a letter to you
And there'd be nothing to it
I wouldn't hem and haw
On just how to start it
I wish I was blank
I wish I was blank
I wish I could thank
I wish I was blank
I wish I'd stand up straight
I wish I'd said things different
I wish I'd said nothing
Things would be so perfect
I wish myself to keep
I pray my soul to sleep
I wish myself away
I wish I was blank
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from The Aeroplane Flies High
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So I feel a responsibility to help first-time film-makers in Brazil, but also to increase the dialogue between film cultures which are really wonderful and so much closer to us than what we do see on our screens.
quote by Walter Salles
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Art Of Title
The description, the distinction
The display, the design
The divider, the destination
It could be a word, it could be a long sentence
It could be straight forward, it could be the study itself
It could come in the blink of eye, it could be debated for days
The tell sign, the trade mark
The teaser, the track
The theme, the talk
It could be brilliant, it could be plain
It is well thought, it could be just a joke
It is a true philosopher, or just for formality tag
The word, the emphasis
The color, the tone
The size, the graphic
The rule of attention, the opposite direction
The bold line, the creative mind
The first impression, the face of decision
Don't judge a book by its title
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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White Shadows
When I was a young boy
I tried to listen
and I wanna feel like that
little white shadows
that sparkle and glisten
I'm part of a system plan
Do you ever feel like
there's something missing?
things you'll never understand
little white shadows that blink in the distance
part of a system plan
When all our fears are waking up
all the space they're taking up
I said I cannot hear you, you're breaking up
Ohhhh..
Maybe you get what you wanted
maybe you stumbled upon it
everything you ever wanted
in a permanent state
Maybe you'll know when you see it
maybe if you say it, you mean it
when you find that you keep it
in a permanent state
a permanent state
When I was a young boy
I tried to listen
I don't think I'll ever feel like that
We're part of the human race and
all of the stars and outer space
we're part of the system plan
When all our fears are waking up
and all the space, they're taking up
I said I cannot hear you, you're breaking up
Maybe you get what you wanted
maybe you'll stumble upon it
everything you ever wanted
in a permanent state
Maybe you'll know when you see it
maybe if you say it, you'll mean it
when you find that you keep it
in a permanent state
a permanent state
I swear I'm only seeing faces
tired of the human races
Oh, answer now is what I need...
See it in a new sun rising
see it breaking on your horizon
Oh, come on love, stay with me...
song performed by by Coldplay
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Space-Ship
A ship in the stars is roaming around,
Opening work for the very brave.
We shoot those in the stars with stars,
Like a bullet at a heart.
Our hearts are heated by the Sun,
As we dwindle under the same Sun,
Families are diminished everyday,
Looking into final matters also.
We need the ship so praiseworthy
To transport us through Space.
poem by Naveed Akram
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And the Child Draws a World
the teacher asks the child to draw
The world
& the universe
And the child with his Mongol pencil
put a dot
for a start on his clean white bondpaper
(& as his fingers are clumsy
His hands still shaky)
he makes a stretch of a crooked
line
Stretching
& occupying almost all the space of the paper
To make a
Crooked circle
His world
And for his universe
He draws five little stars
crude
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space
A space rocket
Is drawn
On the top page in propulsion
A crooked circle The lines hardly meet At a common point
For a world
A little blank space For the universe
And where is God there?
The teacher asks him
You gave no instruction, sir. The child answered.
But He is there, the Child thinks.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Same Direction
whenever i step outside, somebody claims to see the light
it seems to me that all of us have lost our patience
'cause everyone thinks they're right, and nobody thinks that there just might
be more than one road to our final destination
but i'm not ever going to know if i'm right or wrong
'cause we're all going in the same direction
and i'm not sure which way to go because all along
we've been goin in the same direction
i'm tired of playing games, of looking for someone else to blame
for all the holes in answers that are clearly showing
for something to fill the space, was all of the time i spent a waste
'cause so many choices point the same way i was going
so why does there only have to be one correct philosophy?
i don't want to go and follow you just to end up like one of them
and why are you always telling me what you want me to believe?
i'd like to think that i can go my own way and meet you in the end
but i'm not ever going to know...
song performed by by Hoobastank
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You Are Everywhere
How beautiful it is to trace your footprint,
to feel the strength with which you are getting away from the past
building the present.
Where can be no pain, anguish nor sorrow
there is no pain in your absence
one empty space swept away by a flow of stars
over passing us from a distant universe.
One past between the words
when I evoke your name
I've gone over once and one more time
through the labyrinth of your existence
and I've seen how you move away,
but always reaching me.
There is no pain in your absence
only a space swept away by the time.
We will build a flying carpet of celestial bodies
we'll put together the sun, the moon and the stars.
we will decorate its sides with comets
we'll travel over the black holes and its cracks
and we'll look for God through them.
Thinking about the creation of new universes,
we'll travel day and night always dreaming of
me giving you clusters of roses
and you loving me besides the stars.
poem by Rudesindo Montoya
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