Beyond Straitjackets - 1567 - Current Version
Think! outside in is spelled E.M.I.T.
Inside out finds T.I.M.E. fit
Must to the day the evil thereof be ~
En_graved to T however played wan wit.
To Time what signifies inside or out?
If Time's dimension both can do without ~
Man's signpost vane spins vain, north, south, east west,
Express crow heeds nor stop sign, roundabout.
Thus pride precedes greed's fall, Fate far and wide
Indicts Man's might, plight sets gleams' dreams aside.
Most confidence masks weakness, sorry schemes
Ensue, Time tables turns, spurns deals inside.
Tempus fugit! breath, death share one rhyme,
Implying pure and dissolute in crime
Musty must mingle, moths consumed by fire,
Evicted from life's phantom pantomime.
Life's pattern shifts as time from time's thread stock
mutates or waits on catalyst to key
into, through, metamorphosis to free
free-will from status quo, historic lock,
beyond straitjackets which clear thinking block.
The answer may not individuality
be seen to be, but way we Destiny
engage in path unique as life's short clock
tic tocs from birth to berth, first shock, last dock.
Genes seldom hold choice voice or equity
in fee to Darwin contradictory
dreams, compromise, from each bloom, blow half-cock.
Through open options, opportunity,
Mankind may leapfrog evolution's tree.
Time's breakneck pace hangs helter-skelter. 'Rush!
I must survive! 'Â kills others in cussed crush,
Merge, surge then splurge, urge on, and then strike-out,
Ephemeral applause drowned. Deafening hush.
To omega from alpha Time's hymn hum
Incorporates strange range, rei[g]ns all that come,
Man's first, last cry, lie dumb, die, destiny recast,
Endlessly seeks equilibrium.
Tomorrow tells who'd dwell on past success
It in itself knells tocsin fell few bless,
Makes fun of humdrum and 'unique', Time's bill
Empties glass, aside casts second guess.
Trust Carpe Diem! rust soon supercedes
Iron bright, steel will soon tarnished, weeds
Muzzle dynastic seeds, reigns' skeins unwind,
Exit pursued by Lethe! game concedes.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Beyond Straitjackets - 1567 - May 2008 Version
Life's pattern shifts as time from time's thread stock
mutates or waits on catalyst to key
into, through, metamorphosis to see
beyond historic references' lock
beyond straitjackets that clear thinking block.
The answer may not individuality
be seen to be but way we Destiny
engage in path unique as life's short clock
tic tocs from birth to berth, first shock, last dock.
Genes seldom hold free-will or equity
in fee - to Darwin contradictory -
dreams, compromise, from each bloom, blow half-cock.
Through open options, opportunity,
each may advance, find wings, at last feel free
(24 May 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Timed Thread
Pattern shifts as time from time’s t[h]read stock
mutates or waits on catalyst to key
into, through, metamorphosis to see
beyond historic references’ lock
beyond straitjackets that clear thinking block.
The answer may not individuality
be seen to be but ways which destiny
choice negociates as life’s short clock
tic tocs from birth to berth, first shock, last dock.
Genes seldom hold free-will or equity
in fee - to Darwin contradictory -
from bloom to tomb dreams compromised half-cock.
Through open options, opportunity,
Mankind high rises evolution’s tree.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Timely Rubaiyat
If outside in is spelled E.M.I.T.
and inside out spells T.I.M.E. fit
unto the day the evil thereof see
fit to a T however played one's wit.
But what to Time is 'inside' or is 'out'?
for Time's dimension both can do without,
vain signpost vane may spin now east now west,
crow heeds no fixed road stop sign roundabout.
Thus pride precedes greed's fall, Fate far and wide
Indicts Man's might, plight sets gleams' dreams aside.
Most confidence masks weakness, sorry schemes
Ensue, Time tables turns, spurns deals inside.
Vainglorious is immaturity,
gifts mirage mirror of futility
reflecting on societal concern
defining off and on in sanity.
Some comfort find vouchsafing certainty
though blind most minds before dark door they flee,
for insecurities behind bluff masks
still smack of shameless insincerity.
What hides behind Time's trap, no map may see,
few counter fate, discover guilt edged key
of "me and thee" when once behind its veil,
what will prevail, beneath what scrutiny?
Birth - berth, worth - earth, that sweet felicity
which flashed upon the page of Destiny
one little lifetime soon is swallowed up,
archive deleted from man's memory?
Time helter-skelter headlong spins, all's rush,
"I will survive! " slays others in the crush,
Merge, surge then splurge, urge on, and then strike-out,
Ephemeral applause drowned out by hush.
From alpha unto omega Time's hum
reels strange range wheels recycling all that come
first cry, last cry, lies die, then die's recast
as harmony seeks equilibrium.
Thrust's force attraction contradictions seeks
to overcome, Time's great equation's speaks
to recreate and recombine, stem cells
flux mustered, mastered, peaks, weak wanes, then reeks.
New cycles spin, unpin past wins, address
fresh challenges, evolve, adapt, contest
tired tenets, genes rewired, force fired set scene
for stranger change, to counter maladdresses.
No sense in dwelling on vast past success,
which in itself is source for future stress,
why break sound barriers that Time instills
teach reach, brake, sense retain? More may prove less!
Term prudence "safety"? Whore's short-term success.
Interests vested, spendthrift years contest,
Modus operandi, Time Time kills,
Each icon old fresh status quo divests.
Time's Tortoise, Man is fable's Hare, confined
in mortal contradictions which the mind
finds quite unhuman, taking what it gives
what lives soon undertaken, chaff to grind.
snide greed, pride, speed, soon overcome
Is it justice? Is it balance? Those ahead soon d[r]ead behind,
Making room through swift disposals for proposals less confined,
Express need for further testing, jesting, questing, inquest dumb.
Time, tempter and preemptor, auctions choice
as bubble-gum exploding, empty voice,
one generation fades away, one more
takes cue to strut as peacock and rejoice.
What cheers have penetrated great divide
between one era and the next? what guide
avoided asteroid explosion set
to make clean sweep of chatter and tongue-tied.
Time mutates, very speedily translates
as viral spiral gyral ices cake,
spliced monky to man key plan or grave mistake,
downsizing, soon induces second states
that pace race, trace select, until the past
fast buries past's repasts, idols outcast,
no ‘Ergo cogito' shows ‘sum' in store,
all dwindles in nothingness at last.
Time destroys its own foundations, rule of thumb
Leads ever onward, vicious spiral scrum,
where one way trip soon rips predispositions
without concession, tic-toc blocked, locked, dumb.
Intuition tunes to pattern ducts intelligence designed.
Mankind must forward press, and quickly, or its mainspring may unwind,
Ever onward, tripping, hasty, vicious forward spiral-scrum.
Time, true master of new master, swift may slave of slave become,
In a twinkling of an eyelid, with an inkling of the mind,
Most by wayside fall, and falling fail to rise, we seldom find
Each with grief reach silver lining welcome, wheel spins go and come.
Time, prestidigitator, spurns prestige,
sand grains drain, Time, replenished stands the seige,
when boom goes bust dust tomb entrusts low, great,
rebuilds from scratch big bang hatch, scorns vestiges.
Time's zenith ride descendant has prepared,
mutes bugle's rally cry round cause compared
to none as pendulum against itself is swung,
hung, drawn and quartered, preconceptions pared.
What footprints may be gleaned from sands of Time,
what idylls and what odysseys to rhyme
may be retained as in an amber bubble,
what climb, what fall, what forfeiture, what crime?
From timely opportunities some draw
conclusions which confusion turn when more
is known or shown of causal wheel or karmic churn
which burns or freezes, frieze all still ignore.
Time, excellent musician, drummer, drum,
is clay, pot, playful potter, part and sum,
fobs off mocked mortals puny pleas and adds
where it subtracts, leaves fiction, facts, both numb.
Evanescent, effervescent matrix grid,
vibrates through tuning fork in road well hid
from sight and insight, secret intertwined
with second-thoughts which time distorts unbid.
Time, both predator and dater, turns the bread
of life to crumbs, life's water ices, - sped
past hope for scope in halter's halted, while,
Time onward flies, belying time well fed.
Magician fly, man's pyramids remind
our power, pomp pain hour stomp, romp turns to rind,
blossom blows, Time, heedless flows, drip, drip,
pips toast at post, tips, slips, - grain grist to grind.
Time knows no evil, coeval is with all,
withal is none, as naught, both call, recall,
pride, fall, low, tall, slow, fast, at last remains
as silent witness, stage, play, box and stall.
Tempus fugit, Time is flying, soon we're dust,
is it dying? is it buying time? Earth's crust
plays little part forcasting lava flow
when time is up, it still observes, non-plussed.
'Festina lente', 'hasten slowly', Fate
may be amused when we'd anticipate
the way the dice is rolled a turn or two,
soon ticks off guilty temptor from gilt gate.
Trust intuition, method leads astray
where narrow will or shallow leads the way,
but channelled energy may help create,
not barter aim in mind for fame today.
Contract a link between 'pretend' 'extend',
where end to means is never means to end,
where current flow is revolts and study churn
though true solutions may seem round the bend.
Invention is extension catalyzed,
or role reversal, vistas reapprized,
what complicated seemed is later seen
as simple step towards a goal disguised.
Time's tide abides while mortal meets fate which
puts final touch to an unfinished stitch,
however phrased dust back to dust returns
spites ‘lame' excuses, game of toss and pitch.
Up tick, down toc, clock witnesses spring shoots
of causal arborescence, 'right', 'wrong' roots,
with hindsight show man unpreprepared
for Past and Future playing in cahoots.
Though rhyme and reason often are withheld
till time and season pass, their winter knelled,
true timing is essential where the mind
would tap the forces from tomorrow welled.
Who would evolve must choose from many doors,
each offers either fame or blame, doom draws,
each offers health or wealth, advance or pause,
must think the link between effect and cause.
What fame is, what is doom, though, who foresees?
What choice reject, what opportunities
take for, or take as, granted, who can tell?
Time twists or undertows the flows men seize.
What matters and to whom? What gravities
apply when anti-mater equals tease?
conundrums which a life-long paradox
entertains until all memories
are atomised upon a karmic breeze,
blown willy-nilly till, like honeyed bees,
they bumble on towards a homely hive,
they stumble on till patterns by degrees
from angles wide frame focus, offer keys.
For who between the lines can read, chalk, cheese,
discerns, the waft and weft of substance, learns
to draw the line dividing wood from trees.
Life's littleness "ist alles in die Welt",
mocks Man's ambitions, motivations melt
to watershed necrologies. Black crepe
with no escape whate'er regrets are felt.
Time's muzzle muffles boast, toast, day by day,
effects' and causes' subtle interplay
through life's incessant dream theme ebb and flow
efforts prove vain, love, pain, all's bubble bray.
None may control coincidence at play
flaking dates and energy away
while winter of our discontent's stop/go
spins into vertigo, then fades away.
Self-righteous say religion shows the way,
agnostics best of both worlds want, display
their reticence as sense, pretence as plus,
few atheists would haste to piper pay.
Most blow hot, cold, quit stage to sink unheard
before they even feel life's ripples stirred,
Time can't be reined, restrained, no string and bow,
sends arrow through entanglement preferred.
Why worry what tomorrow, if at all,
may offer, laughter share, spurning wailing wall,
each wakes one day, hopes hollow, probate proved,
few follow winding sheet, trump final call.
Time's telomeres may stretch, but sands of hope,
free ride from heyday ended, broken rope
recount lost time expended, ghost mirage,
no soft soap ever smoothes, naught soothes blind grope.
Bright spark, life's candle gutters, movements cease,
one cry, heart flutters, shutters, 'Rest in Peace! '
with no surcease, one sigh then curtains drawn
while legatees bread butter, fleece, apiece.
Youth's hopes are caught in Time's relentless vice,
what opportunity's repeated twice?
Life's joke's is on Creation's head, vibes jibed,
one innings leaves all after-thoughts to lice.
So grasp the moving finger as it writes,
wait not on Time, tune tide to timing, flights
of fancy twin with opportunity
which may not seed again. Feed dream delights!
These rhymes hold no bonanza, moral plum,
Time's trick wick tireless flickers, static hum
moves forwards egg and chicken parsec plot
as we, time-stricken, quicken final strum.
(24 October 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Time
time has always been with
us and we have learned
to trust
its wisdom, its power to
heal, its power
to lead us to where
destiny waits us
with surprises
time rusts and time shines
time kills and time resurrects
time gives birth and time
gives death and time knows
the memories of cycles
time makes the promise
and so here we are asking: when?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dare She?
Some sentiments destabilize
when inner thoughts through other eyes
by magic pen may formalize.
Perhaps, despite protective sighs,
hope lies ahead, helps shed disguise?
Tight rope walk from walled citadel,
beset by fears Time can’t dispel,
sits one who may have loved too well, -
emotions dares nor share nor tell,
lest betrayal breach hope's shell.
Stands, reflects with much surprise,
upon commitment’s even ties, -
scarred by a past which “self” denies,
scared behind sweet sparkling eyes, -
lest she should lose herself, fair prize.
Is real from drawbridge cusp choice free
or reel rewound where wounds may be
reopened although memory
real_I_tease would hide, - stiff fee
to pay for ransomed soul at sea.
Reality may coincide
with dreams when two, as one allied,
advance together, prospects wide
embrace with motives bona fide
face future fearless, side by side,
all former errors rectified.
Fate scoops hope's bottle from life's sea -
half-full? half-empty? - destiny
plays games with will, reality.
Combine, merge, urge purge, splurge surge, key
into choice voice, rejoice, set free.
For 'what will be' can't stay inside
time genie's bottle, chance denied,
must scene tranlate to act, play ride
from start through end as plot supplied
threads to conclusion which may guide
fresh start for heart wait's weight defied.
Careful, fearful, fitful, she
herself seems her worst enemy,
seeks protection, amity.
What controls her destiny?
dare she let go, for once not flee?
Maybe its time to realize
that though fleet Time so swiftly flies
compromise can’t circumsize
future options that arise
to offer comforting replies.
She, where others buy and sell,
for silver pawn their souls to Hell,
sheltered beneath protective shell, -
more flirt on call than siren bell
though on hid softness fond thoughts dwell.
Who’d wish her heart he satisfies,
may seek HER truth where most, less wise,
confide blind trust to logic’s lies…
In harmony hope's answer lies,
shared peace, that love alone supplies.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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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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Most Of The Time
Most of the time Im clear focused all around
Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path, I can read the sign
I can stay right with it, and the road unwinds
I can handle whatever I stumble upon
I dont even notice that shes gone
Most of the time
Most of the time its well understood
Most of the time I wouldnt change it if I could
I can make it all match up, I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I dont even think about her
Most of the time
Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time Im strong enough not to hate
I dont build up illusion til it makes me sick
I aint afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Dont even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time
Most of the time she aint even in my mind
I wouldnt know her if I saw her, shes that far behind
Most of the time I cant even be sure
If she was ever with me or if I was ever with her
Most of the time Im halfways content
Most of the time I know exactly where it all went
I dont cheat on myself, I dont run and hide
Hide from the feelings that I buried inside
I dont compromise and I dont pretend
I dont even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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No Time To Think
No time to think, no time for dreams
No time for anything it seems.
No time to stop, no time to waste,
No time for anything but haste.
No time to wonder at the snow,
No time to watch our children grow.
But time enough to race about
And time enough to scream and shout.
And time enough to rush, rush, rush,
And time enough to push, push, push.
But no time to care or to smile,
No time to ramble for a while.
No time to sit, no time time to stand,
No time to shake you by the hand.
No time to stop, no time to blink
But most of all no time to think
poem by Paul Anthony
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Good Time
I've been down and out wondering what it all about
So many pressures and the burden seemed too much for me to bear
I tried to fight it, but there were shackles on my hands
Tried to deny it, 'til oppression took command
Turned to the Savior and He opened up my eyes
It caught me by surprise, told me somethin' that was no lie
Chorus:
It's a good time, a good time to be free
It's a good time, time to get free inside
It's a good time, a good time to believe
It's a good time, time to get free inside
Now you're down and out wondering what your life's about
Try to laugh your fears away, so you party everyday
What you are feeling, there ain't nothing new to find
What you don't know is, your life is on the line
Time to discover, there's so much more to this than just the way you live
I know someone with freedom to give
(chorus)
So let your spirit hear, and put your mind behind
There's a freedom that only in Him you'll find
If you heed the call you will have all you need
'Cause who the Son sets free you know is free, free indeed
(chorus)
What do you want to do with your life
Its up to you, you've got to decide
There's freedom here if you want it, just make up your mind
It is a good time
(chorus)
(bridge)
(chorus out
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Time
Time waits for nobody
Time waits for nobody
We all must plan our hopes together
Or we'll have no more future at all
Time waits for nobody
We might as well be deaf and dumb and blind
I know that sounds unkind
But it seems to me we've not listened to
Or spoken about it at all
The fact that time is running out for us all
Time waits for nobody
Time waits for no-one
We've got to build this world together
Or we'll have no more future at all
Because time - it waits for nobody
You don't need me to tell you what's gone wrong (gone wrong gone wrong)
You know what's going on
But it seems to me we've not cared enough
Or confided in each other at all (confided in each other at all)
It seems that we've all got our backs against the wall
(Time) Time waits for nobody
(Time) waits for no-one
We've got to trust in one another
Or there'll be no more future at all
(Time)
Yeah - Time waits for nobody
No no - Time don't wait for no-one
Let's learn to be friends with one another
Or there'll be no more future at all
Time (time) time (time) waits for nobody waits for nobody
Time time time time waits for nobody at all
Time waits for nobody - yeah
Time don't wait - waits for no-one
Let us free this world for ever
And build a brand new future for us all
Time waits for nobody nobody nobody
For no-one
song performed by by Queen
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Look at the Time! (A Drinking Song)
Look at the time! It's half-past six!
Time for me to be getting my kicks!
I'll have some whisky,
It'll make me frisky,
And then I'll get up to my usual tricks!
Look at the time! It's half-past seven!
And I feel that I should be going to heaven!
I'll have some rum
'Cos I'm not dumb,
And then I'll be drunk by ten to eleven!
Look at the time! It's half-past eight!
I didn't know it was getting so late!
I'll have some brandy
Instead of shandy,
And then I'll be able to face my fate!
Look at the time! It's half-past nine!
(And I know that this doesn't really rhyme!)
I'll have some gin,
It's a bit of a sin,
It's time for a party and I'm feeling fine!
Look at the time! It's half-past ten!
Time to go back to bed again!
I really think
I've had enough to drink,
But I'll be back on the bottle tomorrow again!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Inside Out
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Now everybody keeps on telling me how to be
And everybody tells me do what they say
Oh Ill help myself its up to me and no-one else
But till Im ready just keep out of my way
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Now everybodys got me running round, up and down
And here I am going out of my mind
But I wont lose sight of all the, the things Im looking for
Theyre coming to me and Im taking whats mine
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Ill play the game
Well make the same mistakes
Its all the same
If we can give and take
Hold on, hold on, ooh
Hold on, hold on, ooh
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
All of my life Ive been searching and hanging on
Turning a corner, never know what Id find
But now Im back again like I never went away
Ooh let me in Im through with wasting my time
Inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
Oh inside out, ooh you got me inside out
Oh inside out, oh inside out
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Time
Time
is your presence.
Time
is your smile.
Time
is your kindness.
Time
is when you linger.
Yet
Time
is also my Enemy.
Time
is the prison guard stopping my dreams.
Time
laughs at me.
Time
is gone in a blink.
Time
is but a mist.
Time
vanishes so quickly.
Time
is not my own.
Time
is not on my side.
Time
wants to run.
Time
wants to stop running.
Time
is my tears.
Time
is my frustration.
Does time have emotions?
Is time a she?
Does she ever get sad
or discouraged like me?
Is time a he?
Does he like to tell me
how I failed yet again,
as I ran late,
and he kept a scorecard?
Does time give grace?
Does time care?
Is time just a hand on a clock,
a page in a book,
or a note from the past?
Time has so many facets
and so many faces.
I wish I could
be on the same team
as time
but somehow it seems
he always rejects me.
poem by Julie A Smith
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A Matter Of Time
He lays alone cries on his own
For horizons hell never reach
And all of those dreams are washed on the beach.
Shes drowing in oceans of shackled emotions
Going round and around in her head
While out on the streets people forget
That its love you want
Love you want
Love you want.
She speaks of hoping he speacks of fighting
And tells her that they will come through
cause he wants to feel the shock of the new
People that hurt you and they burn you
With acid the falls that falls from the sky
While out of the silence your voice says why ?
If its love you want
Love you want
Love you want
Its a matter of time a matter of time
But youre asking why oh life makes you cry?
Turn moss into roses and blood into wine.
Its a matter of time a matter of time
But all of your past still plays on your mind
And maybe tomorrow youll live by design
Its a matter of time.
This isnt giving this isnt living
Oh just days that pull you apart
And tears turn to rust that fall on steel hearts
So swallow youe maybes and cradle your babies
Tell them that they will come through
Their gonna feel the shock of the new
And if its love you want
Love you want
Love you want
Its a matter of time a matter of time
But youre asking why oh life makes you cry?
Turn moss into roses and blood into wine.
Its a matter of time a matter of time
But all of your past still plays on your mind
And maybe tomorrow youll live by design
Its a matter of time.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Time
Where dose time really go once it has past
Time is time
Is there such a thing as bad timing
Why dose it fly when were having fun
And slow down when we want it to fly
Can you answer me
Can you tell me why
Dose time stand still
Time waits for no one
Travel in time machine
Dose time ever take time out
Time rules the world
From the time we raise to the time we sleep
We are paid for our
WE pay to use someone else's time
So time is money really
Time we spend together
A life time
We use time reading the times or time magazine
Can you tell me the time please
How many times would that have been said
Lunch time dinner time
My time your time
Your wasting time your wasting my time
Killing time i don't think so
We are running out of time
Race against time
loosing time
Making up for lost time
A bit of overtime
Time to go
Time Is a Time Going
Time is a time going
On to the steps all around
From the departure flowing
And needs again to be found
Signs are the pathways tomorrow
Making the destinies road
Feelings of yesterday borrow
And taking of their many load
When time is a time going
Time is a time showing
That has been done before
Nothing to no one owning
Making its settle to score
Rise to times and their sign
Everything comes to unwind
When stumbling upon to align
Which has been before assigned?
When time is a time showing
Time is a time knowing
All that’s been done before?
Fast forward speed or slowing
With nothing to know anymore
The Situations matching all up
Finding a way to survive
Holding its own not at all to stop
That’s what makes it alive
When times are times knowing
Time is a time staying
With its perspective content
On to each stage playing
Onto their purpose and advent
Nothing to take for sure
For so much is far behind
When corners come to allure
To those illusions that are blind
When time is a time staying
Time is a time tomorrow
When much has turned around
And we of those steps borrow
When none's there to be found
Halfway and through the hide
Everything is crocked not straight
Compromised intention inside
To have it all again deactivate
For time is a time tomorrow
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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As Destiny Unfolds
There is always a choice to make
When two paths merge and life takes a break
For a split second, all things are one
As destiny and chaos collide once more
When two paths merge and life takes a break
No one will warn you that it is already to late
To change the path you have taken
As destiny and chaos collide once more
For a split second, all things are one
In that moment, you realize God will not be outdone
This place and time will no longer exist
As destiny and chaos collide once more
No one will warn you it is already too late
The first man and woman sealed your fate
Nothing can stop what was meant to be
As destiny and chaos collide once more
To change the path you have taken
The original spirit must reawaken
To be forsaken was never part of the master plan
As destiny and chaos collide once more
In that moment, you realize God will not be outdone
By now you realize that life is not a dry run
No second chances are guaranteed
As destiny and chaos collide once more
This place and time will no longer exist
And mankind is summarily dismissed
For failing to exercise discipline and reproof
As destiny and chaos collide once more
The first man and woman sealed your fate
The choice is no longer yours to make
What you do now is fruit of the poisonous tree
As destiny and chaos collide once more
Nothing can stop what was meant to be
Two paths have merged into life’s potpourri
The world is filled with to much hate
As destiny and chaos collide once more
The original spirit must reawaken
Or those waiting for the rapture will not be taken
It will all be for not in the end
As destiny and chaos collide once more
To be forsaken was never part of the master plan
The time has come to take a stand
What you do now repeats the past of long ago
As destiny and chaos collide once more
By now you realize that life is not a dry run
What has been will always return
As it was in ancient times, so it will be
As destiny and chaos collide once more
No second chances are guaranteed
No end in sight, no need to proceed
Since all you know will be forgotten
As destiny and chaos collide once more
And mankind is summarily dismissed
Because he labors for vanity
His soul adrift in a sea of confusion
As destiny and chaos collide once more
poem by Nettie Pennington
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Do Or Die
Today I saw my hero fall apart,
the one who taught me to be strong,
on the outside I look fine,
but on the inside I am dying
my strength has overcome my pain
my love for you remains the same
the loneliness is setting in
I have no one to free my sins
It's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's do or die
it's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's your to mine
Now it's my time to help you out,
coz you were there when I was down,
it's hard for me to seal this way
losing all your sanity
you helped me, keep my dreams alive ,
without you how would I survive
it's time for me to be a man
now I finally understand
It's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's do or die
it's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's your to mine
It's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's do or die
it's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's your to mine
I cant run anymore
I cant hide anymore
I cant run anymore
I cant hide anymore
Today I saw my hero fall apart,
the one who taught me to be strong,
on the outside I look fine,
but on the inside I am dying
It's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's do or die
it's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's your to mine
It's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's do or die
it's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's your to mine
It's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's do or die
it's never too late to live your life,
the time is now, it's your to mine
I cant run anymore
I cant hide anymore
I cant run anymore
I cant hide anymore
Yeaaaahh
song performed by by Papa Roach
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Time (part 1) .
time turns the weather from hot and cold,
time makes us grow old,
time is a split decision,
time is what we have alot in prison,
time is something you cant buy,
time keeps going even after you die,
time is money and money is time,
time is what you get when you commit a crime,
time is something you cant break,
time is something you learn from a mistake,
time doesnt grant you wishes,
time is based on decisions,
time is something you remember from the past,
time is something that goes by so fast,
time gives u another try,
time makes you laugh and cry,
time makes you happy and sad,
time is something you want more but never had,
time has no end,
time can make you a better man,
time makes you choose wrong from right,
time turns day to night,
time makes you forgive but not forget,
time is something you could regret,
time makes you go under pressure,
time is something you will always treasure,
time is never enough,
time is easy but also rough,
time can make you rich or poor,
time is something we all want more.
06/01/2007
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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Time will tell
Time will tell
Nobody knows tomorrow
But time will tell
Until the end you cant tell
The act and deeds of mankind
Depends on time
In the race of life
Time will tell
Life is like planting a seed
It takes time to grow
And only time will tell fought
When it will bare fruits
A child is born
And only time tells his future
Little drops of water
Makes a mighty ocean
A nation grows to be an empire
Whither the wildness burns
Or not depends on the fire
The rainy days
And the sunny day
Are all example of time
Time will tell
poem by Matt Ancient
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