A Teardrop On The Face Of Time
Time, never ending, everlasting
takes its toll on all.
And as each moment passes
a teardropp starts to fall.
History passes and plays its part.
How did it end?
How did it start?
With people
laughing, crying
living, dying
and then repeating again.
With people
never learning
always yearning
to become free men.
But a teardropp on the face of time
stains the face it's on.
And never does it really dry
for it's never really gone.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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We Still Have Time (From The Motion Picture "Tribute")
(Theme From Tribute)
Before the laughter ended
You were a part of me
Why did I ever let the distance grow
When there is still so much of you
I need to know
But we still have time
Time to try
Yes we still have time
Before the chance
Passes by
We've got to take it
And maybe stumble and fall
But we still have time
To have it all
I don't have all the answers
I don't know where we'd start
I don't know how
We'd try to find a way
I only know
That now I need to hear you say
That we still have time
Time to try
Yes we still have time
Before the chance
Passes by
We've got to take it
And maybe stumble and fall
But we still have time
To have it all
We've got to take it
And maybe stumble and fall
But we still have time
We still have time
Yes we still have time
To have it all
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Falling, Falling, Falling!
Babylon is falling, falling, falling!
This world is ending, ending, ending!
The bombs are falling, falling, falling!
My people are dying, dying, dying!
But, hold on! Wait a minute! !
Why is the world not learning, learning, learning? !
For hatred are now being taught in the schools and the churches!
And my people are now dying, dying, dying! !
For, we as human beings have broken the covenant.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Silence (Version 2)
Life passes by
In silence we breathe
At all the wrongs done
In one singular Life
Silence we are told
Is what will save your life
NEVER tell a soul
Of the torment
In your life
Silently you suffer
At the hands of evil deeds
You cannot even whisper
SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE
Often you cry
All alone at night
And over the years
You learn to stifle the tears
In silence you watch
Wondering will anyone hear
Or even want to know
About my story of woe
Then slowly it trickles
A teardropp falls
Its time people heard
That silence is no more
Its time to speak up
To share my story of old
poem by Kaila George
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Calling Your Name
Private world
Moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Echoes of an empty room
Assassin at the window below
The concrete jungle sleeps at night
Story ends
Leave him alone
Calling
Calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage
That could find itself true
Centre of a scene
Where a man lies dying in the sun
The concrete jungle sleeps at night
Story ends
Cant leave him alone
Calling
Calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage
That could find itself true
Private world
Moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Carnival (Shelter In A Suitcase)
Private world
Moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Echoes of an empty room
Assassin at the window below
The concrete jungle sleeps at night
Story ends
Leave him alone
Calling
Calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage
That could find itself true
Centre of a scene
Where a man lies dying in the sun
The concrete jungle sleeps at night
Story ends
Can't leave him alone
Calling
Calling your name
All that you say goes in vain
I would like to find you
On a voyage
That could find itself true
Private world
Moving fast
I see your face in the distant past
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
Time passes slowly
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Passes away
Passes away
Everything passes away
The night the star
The day the fire
Everything everything.
I remained as it is
Where it is
Here as a fairy tale.
Death passes away
Birth passes away
And passes away
Everything passes away.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ten Words Circularly
History is ‘Nothing to be done’; and Time passes circularly.
Nothing passes circularly: History and Time is to be done.
Time is circularly Nothing and History passes to be done.
History circularly passes Time and Nothing is to be done.
To be Nothing, Time passes and History is circularly done.
Nothing is to be done: Time and History circularly passes.
Nothing is History and, to be done, Time circularly passes.
To be is History; and Time done circularly passes Nothing.
Time is to be; and Nothing circularly done passes History.
Nothing passes History and Time to be done circularly is.
To be is: Nothing done circularly passes History and Time.
poem by Alex Hamilton
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Eternity
Into a lifetime of the time[? ]
See flowers bloom then fade to dust
I watch each moment sadly die
Time the[? ] stranger called me here
Fields before me I walk alone
Each tear that falls is lost forever
And this illusion where time has its way
Stripping away the future
People standing still, waiting for a tomorrow that never comes
Eternity, deserting me
While time just passes by
Eternity, deserting me
Time...
Time...
My soul has touched [? ] isolation
The ticking clock of passing time who never stops to see today
Time the[? ] stranger called me here
Fields before me I walk alone
Each tear that falls is lost forever
Eternity, deserting me
While time just passes by
Eternity, deserting me
Eternity, it calls me
While time just passes by
Eternity, deserting me
Time...
Time...
song performed by by Kinks
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Splatter.
Pieces of me
Scrambled everywhere
Put myself back together again
I wish I could.
Pieces of me
Lost, overly shared
Put me back together
I wish you would.
They say time heals all,
But every moment that passes, is just a moment further away from the time we had together.
They say it all gets better in time,
But every moment that passes, it just becomes less likely that you’ll come back.
Get a grip, get over it
Be strong, let go of him
You messed me up real bad
Embarrassing
poem by Disaster Girl
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Your in my state of Mind
Happiness is a state of mind,
It's hard to get,
but easy to loose,
Smile I say,
Don't let that teardropp fall,
But all of a sudden
Those memories come back,
And old feelings start rushing back,
Wait...
Stop...
Just take a minute to think about this,
There's no time left for thinking,
Laugh to keep from crying,
Laugh until it all goes away...
Until everything goes
BLACK
('It is better to write of laughter, than of tears, for laughter is the property of man'-Francois Rabelais(French Author)
poem by Shae Omani
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Total Eclipse!
Time unto time
A door's closing
A seasons change
The end of ones pristine
Time unto time
A door's opening
An' season's anew
Yet one shall be missed
Moment by moment
Account of count
Thine pages of living proof
Moment by moment
count thy count
For your reminisce remains
Eclipse after eclipse
Toll upon toll
Always there for the need
Eclipse after eclipse
Toll upon toll
Always the planting of seed
Brother unto brother
Closer than blood
And a promise never unbroken
Brother unto brother
You are my blood
an' forever a part of me
poem by Geoff Warden
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The Thimble Of Life
Our lord passes us a thimble
He says eat drink and be merry.
He now passes us a needle
And says sow me a patchwork-
Quilt, as big as the world…
Let all nations gather under one
Blanket appease; themselves.
With just a basket of gentian flowers
Lying at the foot of that mountain,
Above the clouds - and here
Transcend your thoughts,
Into a teardropp and let those
Salty pure teardrops pool
Into an ocean—in which
A desert brings forth life.
And like a snow flake!
Melting on your brow,
I'll take on the sorrows of the world
And hand you back to your old-life
Less all its transgressions…
Less all its misgiving's…
I'll hand you back the thimble of life.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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It Takes All Kinds Of People
Roy orbison/mike curb
Man by himself lives in a world a world of his own
But theres no one who can live in the world all alone
For it takes all kinds of people
It doesnt matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
The good, the bad, and everyone
On the way up, a man can walk over his friends
What goes up comes down
One day he may need them again
For it takes all kinds of people
It doesnt matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
The good, the bad, and everyone
Therell come the day when everyone passes him by
What will he say when nobody answers his cry?
That it takes all kinds of people
It doesnt matter where they come from
Yes it takes all kinds of people
It may take some time
But each man will find
That he needs all kinds of people
That he must believe in people
Yes it takes all kinds of people
To make a world
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Laugh To Keep From Crying
When most people have something to do
I'm crying.
When most people have a life to live
I'm dying.
When most people have people to see
I'm whining
When most people are laughing
I'm sighing.
What is the reason for trying?
Maybe to laugh
to keep from crying.
poem by Elizabeth Benedict
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Laughter
I felt as though I was in sight of laughing slaughter,
The help to reserve for the weak and dying was overwhelming,
But I felt I had seen the laughter of a hundred.
These dying people hungered my knowledge since the very day,
Daylight is a sacred time for those living who have holiness and piety;
The dying see death in their own time of the night that is holy.
I feel like someone who is a priest, with priesthood,
And I learn quickly of research, and the dying infants
In another country, but the older people are just not given.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Price Of A Soul
“I know I’m a down and out, wet and freezing cold,
but what do you want of me, a man who feels so old.
I’m so tired; just leave me alone so I can get some sleep
and with luck God will my soul safely keep.
Tell me what you want! I’ve got nothing to give you,
no money, no jewellery, and my body is worthless too.
Or are you a Good Samaritan here to give me money?
Oh, go away; you can’t do anything for me.”
“What if I could do something for you, like make you well again
and make you feel younger and fitter, and free from all your pain?
Because I’m the kind of guy who has the power to do this for you,
if you promise to do something for me; just the odd thing or two.
Well, I can see that you’re thinking.., what do you say old man?
No one else will make you this offer, there’s only me that can?
If you turn me down you’ll be dead anyway in a very short time.
What’ve you to lose? Give me a reason, why should you decline? ”
“And I suppose the only thing you want is my God given soul
the only thing I have that’s complete and whole.
In all the years I’ve had it, it has been of no use to me
and yet you want it in exchange for my misery.”
“Tell me old man how did you know it was your soul that I desire?
Do you think that I’m evil and come from a land of fire?
People have somehow managed to get the wrong impression of me,
if I was an evil creature would I set your pain free?
Now, you might say that I’m getting the better of the deal,
but hey, come on, think about it, let us both get real.
Your time is almost over and I’m offering you a new lease of life,
I’ll give you three years of health and wealth, and a pretty wife.
Come on now old man, before it’s too late, what do you say,
are we going to make a deal before you slip away?
Your aged soul is of little use to you when you have gone,
so let’s live and let live, begin a new life from now on! ”
“And if I agree and say yes to the exchange of my soul
what will happen to it when I have paid you my toll?
Will my soul burn for eternity in the far reaches of hell,
or be tormented and tortured for reasons you won’t tell? ”
“I don’t know where you get all these untrue stories from,
nothing like that happens when you’ve departed and gone.
I’m an angel who gathers lost souls, which I keep with others
and you’ll join a family of soul mates, sisters and brothers.
After I’ve helped and collected a couple of thousand or more
you’ll energise me, so I can help other souls at death’s door.
So there you are, there’s nothing sinister and no one gets fired,
and in the end we’re all happy to achieve what we desired.”
“Is it true that we have to have a contract signed in blood,
so there’s no going back and that is understood.
And if you do want everything written down that way
I’ll have no choice but to agree to all you say.”
“Ah for progress; these days a teardropp to seal the contract will do
and everything and more that I promised will be granted to you,
but remember in three years from now your soul will become mine,
so make the most of your life and have a really great time.”
Three extraordinary years have passed by as though one day
and the payment of a soul is due without delay.
“Hello my old friend you look full of life, so healthy and well,
your extension of life hasn’t been wasted, this I can tell.”
“I’ve had a truly exceptional time and I want to thank you a lot,
but is there any way we can postpone the contract we’ve got? ”
“What! Every time I do a suffering, dying person a good turn,
they throw it back into my face; when will they ever learn?
Listen closely old man, a deal is a deal and that is a fact,
and when it’s made with me there’s no going back.
Now is the time to give me a sealing teardropp from your eye
and then we can say our last final goodbye.”
“I’m sorry I can’t, it’s impossible because I have dry eyes,
operations on both have been unsuccessfully tried.”
“This is wasting time and no good to me! We have a deal
you’ll have to renew it, this time in blood, for real.”
“I don’t want to sign a new deal; things are different in my life,
I have responsibilities now, a child and a new wife.”
“All these wonderful things happened to you because of me!
You owe me your soul and that’s how it will be!
Very well, I accept that I cannot have your soul today,
but the moment you die you will definitely pay,
and don’t go away thinking that you have outwitted me
your soul will be mine soon, you are not accident free.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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Ages Flicker in the Hot Fire
Ages flicker in the hot fire
where I sit in the bar
time passes slowly hour-by-hour,
my face reflects in the glass, somewhat confused
the flames jump bright orange, blue and white,
ages flicker in the hot fire
with shades playing on the wall of the fireplace
and deeper something fries like on a spit,
time passes slowly hour-by-hour
someone complains about his wife, wants to hire prostitutes
while a couple sit down at a table with a candle,
ages flicker in the hot fire,
outside the thunder bashes down, my whisky is very expensive,
the candle in front of me burns down to its end,
time passes slowly hour-by-hour
then I see you, pretty and my match
I cannot avoid your eyes,
ages flicker in the hot fire
time passes slowly hour-by-hour.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Nothing survives the ephemeral. Time is a constant tumult of the universe which is a great heart through which he passes. To understand this, sit face to face with him, talk to him about yourself and so you can recover some of the moments in the form of memories.
Camelia Oprița in WordPress.com I dared to be a child for a moment (November 2007)
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Eternal Sigh
Time is for dying
Never for living
Time is for taking
Never forgiving
Time is forever
whenever that'll be
Time is trapped
Inside you and me.
Time is lying
To everyone
Time is crying
It's almost gone
Time is precious
But only holds pain
Time continues
Again and again.
Time is ticking
without a sound
Time is decreasing
It's never unwound
Time is fading
Away into space
Time is moving
Sliding over my face,
Time is such a waste.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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The World Is Vast
THE WORLD IS SO VAST
The world is so vast-
There are so many things and people in it -
We know there are more stars than people,
And so many times more people than we will ever know-
We know a small part of everything there is
And even that changes
And we know less and more with the years -
What we are is a surprise sometimes
But even then we cannot understand it-
How great God has made the universe or perhaps all the universes
We cannot know –
From our small time in our own small time
Let us love life as best we can
And live as well as we can,
Before our little time in the vastness of time passes
poem by Shalom Freedman
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