They Time Together - 0209 - 1991 Version
Life's tidal streams so quickly flow
that few can fairly contemplate
the currents which combine to throw
Time's hands towards their destined Fate.
Few feel for Truth or care to know
what dreams may teem past Peter's gate,
Death's sting nothing averts. Although
the 'moving finger's' never late,
most try to thwart the sword of fate,
hesitate, hot, cold, oft blow,
too often kill what they create,
as, blind eye turned, they backwards g[r]o[w].
Lost, alone, in lovelorn limbo,
most time together, separate,
the lies they live on earth below
their progeny perpetuate.
Cocooned from change, most answer 'no! '
when new horizons captivate,
their god remains the status quo
whenever storm-clouds congregate.
‘Reflection' seems to blind echo
confined where men encapsulate
their hopes and fears within, where no
enlightenment can penetrate.
Thick skins which feelings seldom show,
minds which will not negociate
new challenges in embryo,
are doomed, in their own muck stagnate.
Ignore therefore the vertigo
of careless crowds and concentrate
upon strong inner dynamo
to harness energies innate.
Let Reason join with Love's soft glow,
anxieties emancipate;
at last Man will his state outgrow,
fulfilled, from false fears liberate.
(20 June 1991)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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They Time Together - 0209
Life's tidal streams so swiftly flow
too few can truly contemplate
cross currents which combine to throw
Time's hands towards predestined Fate.
Few feel for Truth, few care to know
what dream themes teem past Peter's gate,
Death's sting rings changes and although
the "moving finger's" never late,
most try to thwart sharp sword of fate,
hesitate, hot, cold, oft blow,
too often kill what they create,
as, blind eye turned, they backwards g[r]o[w].
Lost, tempest tossed, in lovelorn limbo,
most time together, separate,
the lies they live on earth below
their progeny perpetuate.
While lonely, counting cost, they sow
the seeds of frontiers which frustrate
their need to weed out embargos
which sundry woes accumulate.
Cocooned from change, most answer 'no! '
when new horizons captivate,
their god remains the status quo
whenever storm-clouds congregate.
When mass consumption's fiasco,
when brainless crowds gesticulate,
then hollow men spend life scarecrow,
obedience offers dinner plate.
‘Reflection' draws ignored echo
confined, when blind repudiate
heart's hopes, locked in, chart sin where no
enlightenment may penetrate.
Thick skins shared sentiments scarce show,
refusing to negociate
new challenges in embryo,
are doomed, tombed, in their muck stagnate.
They focalize on quid_pro quo
where give to take cold calculate,
hold solitary state, kowtow,
potential incarcerate.
Ignore therefore the vertigo
of careless crowds to concentrate
upon responsive dynamo
to harness energies innate.
Avoid peer pressure, biased state,
narrow schemes which strangulate,
prepare tomorrow's merry go
round life's deep secrets penetrate.
Avoid time-traps that domino,
impenitent advance! World's weight
grounds wings which long to overthrow
travesties life imitate.
Should Reason join with Love's soft glow,
anxieties emancipate,
Man limitations may outgrow,
fulfilled, from false fears liberate.
(20 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Stitch in Time Out - 209
Strange seems the search of maids for mates
when common cause from friends forms foe
replacing with estrangement, hates,
what once seemed blessed above, below.
Familiarity dissipates
romance, contempt breeds, lines won't toe.
Distance links lonely souls who so
imagine they anticipate
complicity which bliss could sow
once twinned together. Yet the wait
itself can contribute to grow
that rancid turns when when what seemed glow
afar fools' gold's found far too late.
Where ignorance seems bliss, minds sow
en empathy that knows no date.
Fête alters after altar's fait
accompli bares the rotten row
of base betrayal where two skate
on thin ice, gleaning harvest fallow,
can't compromise or clear the slate.
Life's tidal streams so swiftly flow
too few can truly contemplate
cross currents which combine to throw
Time's hands towards predestined Fate.
Is distance space defined as though
smiles miles may somehow compensate
when common cause, innate laws glow,
when minds find matter dissipates,
until 'reality's' undertow
waves goodbye when two create
a fantasy of belle and beau
that swiftly may evaporate
when faced with fact as fiction's dough
can't rise to ope occasion's gate.
Few feel for Truth, few care to know
what dream themes teem past Peter's gate,
Death's sting rings changes and although
the "moving finger's" never late,
most try to thwart sharp sword of fate,
hesitate, hot, cold, oft blow,
too often kill what they create,
as, blind eye turned, they backwards g[r]ow.
Lost, tempest tossed, in lovelorn limbo,
most time together, separate,
the lies they live on earth below
their progeny perpetuate.
While lonely, counting cost, they sow
the seeds of frontiers which frustrate
their need to weed out embargoes
which sundry woes accumulate.
Cocooned from change, most answer 'no! '
when new horizons captivate,
their god remains the status quo
whenever storm-clouds congregate.
When mass consumption's fiasco,
when brainless crowds gesticulate,
then hollow men spend life scarecrow,
obedience offers dinner plate.
‘Reflection' draws ignored echo
confined, when blind repudiate
heart's hopes, locked in, chart sin where no
enlightenment may penetrate.
Thick skins shared sentiments scarce show,
refusing to negociate
new challenges in embryo,
are doomed, tombed, in their muck stagnate.
They focalize on quid pro quo
where give to take cold calculate,
hold solitary state, kowtow,
potential incarcerate.
Ignore therefore the vertigo
of careless crowds to concentrate
upon responsive dynamo
to harness energies innate.
Avoid peer pressure, biased state,
narrow schemes which strangulate,
prepare tomorrow's merry go
round life's deep secrets penetrate.
Avoid time-traps that domino,
impenitent advance! World's weight
grounds wings which long to overthrow
travesties life imitate.
Should Reason join with Love's soft glow,
anxieties emancipate,
Man limitations may outgrow,
fulfilled, from false fears liberate.
(6 March 2011)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mistakes - 0973 - Initial Version
Mistakes we made are coming home to roost.
Too little energy remains to boost
another act as now the will to see
is absent from the script, and, quoting Proust,
'à la recherche du temps perdu' we flee.
We flee towards an end both known, unknown,
follow a path which our own past has sown,
here straight, there stony, everywhere its key
inscribed in cyphered symbols should be shown
to city_zen in tune with Destiny.
But fear of fear too often dissipates
impressions outlined by the hand that Fate's
swift moving finger writes, for clarity
is blurred by those rejecting truth's debates,
who blind eye turn to visibility
when writing on the wall anticipates
the fall to come, the storm which tumbles dates
from palm oasis in whate'er degree.
We look to truth, if truth there be, too late
to ride Time's tide towards eternity.
What visibility emancipates
the will to change where change anticipates
uncertain outlook, where transparency
drives home fears blindness would eliminate?
There's none so blind as those who will not see.
(3 December 2001)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Final Warning
Here for first time cutters is a warning for me to you
Cutting is not the answer for the pain you're going through
It may seem at the time that your options are small
Cutting only makes it worse and I will tell it all
You may start out with small ones that barely sting or bleed
But trust me the more you do it, the more that you will need
You'll need the blood, you'll crave it, you won't be able to run
It will ruin your life, consume your soul, it won't be very fun
And it will change everything about you even the wat you act and dress
And you won't be able to stop it as your life becomes a mess
And everything inside you will scream to hide the cuts
No more tee-shirts no more swimsuits, no ifs and or buts
And you will cringe when people lay their hands upon your skin
As your very essense within fears they'll find your sin
And you'll say you'll never cut deep because you never had
But wait untill things get tough, I mean really really bad
You'll lay that blade against your skin and push with all your might
And as you watch your blood flow out you'll begin to shake with fright
And you'll curse and scream but it won't help, you've sealed your fate
Because by the time help arrives, it is already too late
Your body lies there cold and still in your bloodied bed
And there is nothing you can do about it cause you're already dead
So here for first time cutters is a warning frome me to you
Cutting is not the answer for the pain you're going through
Find a reason to go on, to live and take another breath
Because a painful as your life is, it's nothing compared to death
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Redial the Right Number - 0910
Numb must mind neglected soon become.
Unused, the senses atrophy as fear
Mirrors most murky message, morose, drear,
But real enough to strike the life-force dumb.
Energies renew, the time has come.
Rise, spread strong wings, all worries will appear
So many bugbears vain, the way will clear.
Change turns the tide of Fate, Death's distant drum
Holds no more terrors. As a rule of thumb
Advance towards enlightenment sincere,
Nascent opportunity, with cheer,
Generates new joys, fears overcome.
Exchange not freedom for a comfy cell,
Defy complacent custom and closed shell.
(27 July 1991)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Sting In The Tail
Well I don't care about the summer rain
I know it's good for the garden
Don't care what blue skies, they turn to grey
When you come around and try to run me down
The storm clouds darken...mmm...yeah
I don't get down when the leaves go brown
It's just a charm of the season
Well things in nature have their reason
But when you come along and try to do me wrong
Well the first time I'll ignore it
But don't you push me beyond the pale
But then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
And you may think you're going to walk right all over me
But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
The wind blows cold as the year grows old
Yeah that's just the natural way it goes
I feel a chill from my head down to my toes
Each time you call my name and tell me I'm to blame
Well the first time I'll ignore it but don't you push beyond the pale
Then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
And you may think you're going to walk right all over me
But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
I said the first time I'll ignore it but don't you push me beyond the pale
And then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
You may think you're going to walk right all over me
There's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
Yes there's a sting in the tail well the cold wind's going to blow
Let it rain, let it snow
And don't give me your grief, I can't take it any more...
song performed by by Supertramp
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(V – 1988) Fighting Fate
Oh, things out of control we call real fate
For factors far unknown too decide our state!
But things there are we must not see as mere fate;
Such things if controlled can oh, alter our state!
No thunder or tyrant is ever such fate
If faced with courage and soon held to checkmate!
Oh, thou art the architect of thy own fate!
So fight well with will and thus safeguard thy state!
At times we may fall to some strange, cruel fate;
By them should never our will still abate!
With arrows of resolve and faith, fight thy fate!
Oh, give no space ever to stand or to wait!
So bow not or falter before any fate;
Oh, fear and despair will thy fate aggravate!
Grim panic and anguish will strengthen our fate;
They make us, oh, lick a time unduly late!
So well in advance to, oh, face any fate
Thou equip thyself and thus secure thy state!
Challenges of life are challenges of fate –
So meeting them well, oh, means living life great!
Dreams 0237
How briefly iridescent dreams abide.
Those passing visions waking sloughs aside,
for daylight's shadows swift dissolve, glimpse fades,
So sleep, and may soft dreams be multiplied
confirming hopes which long laid in gestation
in limbo hung, suspended animation
awaiting for due season to give birth
to deeds fulfilling needs' anticipation.
Yet what from conscious spirit seems concealed
drips from fate's pen when book of life is sealed,
to ink each page or leaf as it is turned
to good or ill in karmic cards' deal field.
Dawn wings along strong song frail birds convey
to underscore dark night of yesterday
prepares tomorrow's lustre free from fears
behind the scenes which on blind mind might prey.
Use well all opportunities don't hide
self from self, from others who have tried
to undermine desire for difference
as sitting on the fence shows soul has died.
Dreams surf cross-currents, reel unwinds from real
to hasten selfless spirits who would heal
harsh wounds society inflicts, for stars
scars may replace to grace life's trace, help feel.
(3 March 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Virus
Her words almost killed me
First time she used the word “you” instead of we
So much hatred and no love words
I almost sank praying the lords
How one can send the disease and virus
How, all of sudden, love can have minus status
I failed to understand her tears and outburst
It had simple appeal and powerful thrust
Virus had caused tremendous loss
She had nothing left in the name of cross
All her life time work was just vanished
Peaceful aim and meaningful life perished
She blamed all it to me in person
I was no where responsible for the reason
I too lost all my precious creation
Blame game for me was out of question
Everybody may be victim of this virus
No need to cry or create the fuss
It is how we protect and go further
Nothing should deter us or bother
I failed to convince her of my part
I had no way but to say bye and depart
What left behind was only distrust?
One should not bank upon simply trust
It may deceive you any moment
You should keep watch on every movement
Who knows when one may change mind?
Blind faith may lead you to new kind
Life is all about to love and to be loved
It depends on how one has behaved?
It looses charm if lacks integrity
One should have real sense and ability
She begged to know the real truth
I had no answer to speak from mouth
What do I know about virus as layman?
May be answer lying with honest and God’s man
I wished I could cry for her loss
I had every reason to feel remorse
I could feel only sorry for her state
I failed to convince her cruel fate
She blamed all it to me but did not curse
All she wanted to know the truth and nurse
Poems, literature was her only achievement
What was left to her was only astonishment?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It's Time
Time to love me or leave me
Time to think and act
Not time to pretend and play more games
Not time to fake things you don’t feel
Not time to put on that sweet innocent smile
Time to fight or back down
Time to love or be lost
Time to show who your heart really lies with
Not time to ignore and act like you don’t care
Not time to try and make me change my ways
Time to look at the future
Time to make the memories last
Or leave them behind and in the past
Time to fess up or forget and let me leave you alone
Time to tell the truth with no more lies
Time for you to take off your disguise
poem by Danielle Floyd
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Outside Your Window
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel the seconds slowly pass,
Whilst you I anxiously await.
And behind the glowing glass;
I glimpsed a fading candlelight.
And I with hope was filled and so:
Wished I for love and life this night.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I see through the looking glass,
To find my missing soulmate.
And when the light finally flew;
When darkness swamped the room:
A wide smile on my face drew;
And waited I for you to bloom.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel my feelings all amass,
As I your beauty contemplate.
Seconds felt forever;
Nor beauty I did see.
All alone my eyes did glitter;
Whilst wondering where you would be!
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I walked on in your impasse;
Wishing it's not yet too late.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I lonesome stood for long alas!
And didn't notice your window grate.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I tried to drag out of that morass,
Myself; and my lost senses locate.
Outside Her Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I watched my heart swiftly by a lass,
Gets stolen; and did my soul sedate.
Outside Her Window;
I still pass by everyday.
Outside Her Window;
I can't just turn and walk away.
Outside Her Window;
I still have hope that she might show.
Outside Her Window;
I watch my life pass by so slow.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I once awaited you alone all night.
But now I know: it's just too late!
poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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Log Blog
Seasons hot and cold conspire
together to perpetuate
a fire ice cycle whose attire
in trice turns bark to dark ash - fait
accompli by Dame Nature's lyre
whose runes tune life, strange change dictate.
No paradox. In town and shire
from dream of steam to solid state
all stays the same, though minds require
the wherewithal to integrate
four elements linked by fey wire
whose strange range can incorporate
life's fractal fantasy entire.
Sodden logs around the fire
soldier like await grate fate,
ramrod stiff and hourly drier,
fiery end anticipate.
Trees which bore for man's desire
timely fruit of goodly weight
are sawn stacked staves on suttee pyre
condemned to ash, rash fate berate,
cackle together, crackle choir.
What once bore blossom's stumpy gate.
In stead see hedgerows trim require
incessant training. Speculate
on human vanity, the sire
of most misfortune early, late.
Dust to dust both lust, desire,
first gust then rust disintegrate.
Men burn, but seldom calculate
their pulse iced, fated to expire,
past wealth their heirs swift dissipate,
their envy, anxiousness, and ire
all self consuming! Man and mate
earn little praise, soon merge with mire,
while in a circle congregate
wood logs around a winter fire.
Who seeks for answers must inquire
within, take time to contemplate
conundrum woven - truth and liar,
hot cold, earth air, fire ice restate
real dream reel, skip trip. Seller, buyer
are twins identical whose weight
depends on introspective gyre
like tree bark witness of Time's wait
on Time to circumnavigate
the contradictory crossfire
of surface assumptions which create
their own momentum, karmic tyre
around impressions which abate
as atoms realign. Ice, fire
reflect extremes intemperate.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest -
through Time condensing from initial jest -
is thus to banish contradictions, span
creation vast, past, present, big bang's van
till request and inquest converge in gest
arresting surface difference with zest
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one thousandth dan
Atoms avoid void, spin tails till trail's lost, rest
here contest, contestants, distance, uber plan,
From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.
Logs
Sodden logs around the fire
soldier like await their fate,
ramrod stiff and hourly drier,
fiery end anticipate.
Trees which bore for man's desire
timely fruit of goodly weight
are now sawn logs upon the pyre
condemned to ashes in the grate,
crackle together as a choir.
Where once they blossomed, now a gate
and hedgerow trim tending require, -
incessant training, - speculate
on human vanity, the sire
of most misfortune, soon or late.
Dust to dust both lust, desire,
must gust to dust, disintegrate.
Men burn, but seldom calculate
their time soon fated to expire,
their wealth they tend to dissipate,
their envy, anxiousness, and ire
all self consuming! Man and mate
earn little praise, soon merge with mire,
while in a circle congregate
wood logs around a winter fire.
(12 January 1993 revised 27 December 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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How Can I Leave You Again
Di di di di di la la la la la la
In a spaceship over the mountains
Chasing rainbows in the setting sun
Leaving heart and home for the city of angels
I feel my life is undone
There are pathways winding below me
In pleasure Ive gone where they go
In the quiet stillness I can hear symphonies
The loveliest music I know
How can I leave you again
I must be clear out of my mind
Lost in a storm Ive gone blind
Oh, how can I leave you again
Oh, its been a long time since Ive listened
Still longer since Ive walked with you
For the first time I know what Im missing
Some answers are no longer true
So I question the course that I follow
Im doubtful and deep in despair
My heart is full of impossible notions
Can it be you no longer care?
Still, I ride on the wings of a high wind
Blowing steady and strong behind me
As the clouds surrender my fate is for certain
Im a sailor who runs to the sea
How can I leave you again
I must be clear out of my mind
Lost in a storm Ive gone blind
Oh, how can I leave you again
song performed by by John Denver
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Mr. Disappointment
Where did all the feelings go?
What about that happy glow?
Was that so long ago,
When we were first in love?
I didn't feel the change,
Everything was still the same.
And when that moment came,
I didn't know.
I miss the feeling,
I miss the light,
But I got faith in something,
I'll never give up the fight.
Why's it so heavy,
This love of mine,
I lost the feeling,
I lost the time.
I'd like to shake your hand,
Disappointment.
Looks like you win again,
But this time might be the last.
Let's say I got a habit,
Let's say it's hard to break,
Let's say we got to do something,
Before it's just too late.
I want to get you back,
I don't know how to do that,
I miss you loving me,
The way you used to.
I'm taking the blame myself,
For livin' my life in a shell,
And now I'm breakin' out,
But will you still be there?
Let's say that love is blind,
Let's say that time is kind,
Let's say that it's not over,
'Til it's over.
I'd like to shake your hand,
Disappointment.
Looks like you win again,
But this time might be the last.
I'm saving the best for last,
Let's leave this all in the past,
The beauty of loving you,
Is what we've both been through.
So now it's up to me,
To set your spirit free,
So you can swing again,
On our gate.
I'd like to shake your hand,
Disappointment.
Looks like you win again,
But this time might be the last.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Order Of Chaos
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Everyone doing something but no one ever does anything
Someone always shouting the silence is deafening
Nobody loves you, nobody hates you
Fact or fiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
Knowing is just a feeling & feelings worth nothing
Just keep on searching blind and unseeing
Looking for something seeking nothing
No direction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
(RPT)
Discipline oustanding, nothing like working
Hoping and trying, keep on adjusting
Sometimes hopeless, never painless
Simple addiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
song performed by by Xentrix
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The Order Of Chaos
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Everyone doing something but no one ever does anything
Someone always shouting the silence is deafening
Nobody loves you, nobody hates you
Fact or fiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
Knowing is just a feeling & feelings worth nothing
Just keep on searching blind and unseeing
Looking for something seeking nothing
No direction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
(RPT)
Discipline oustanding, nothing like working
Hoping and trying, keep on adjusting
Sometimes hopeless, never painless
Simple addiction or just contradiction
There is no truth in lies
There is no life that doesn't die
There is no fate but the fate that is due
The order of chaos welcomes you
song performed by by Xentrix
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Life's Longings
Down in dark doldrums fears fixate
upon vast gap twixt heavens high
and quandary's kernel: Time flies by,
love leaves, heart grieves regrets too late.
Age rues youth's fizzle, former state,
hopes hinging on dea[r]th's mirthless 'why? '
as jeroboam from which fly
can't drain a drop, perpetuate
life's longings, cannot integrate
dust sediment in desert dry,
or moth-less yucca stamen shy
where stigma vainly contemplate
that Death's dark drizzle/sizzle lasts.
Deprived of hummus, humour fasts.
poem by Jonathan Robin (14 March 2010)
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Acrostic Sonnet 1991
Now mankind nears the watershed of Fate,
In time of trouble framed by clouds of war
New-gathered in the Middle East, the core
Eternal of religious love and hate.
The days are numbered. Meanwhile, we await
Explosively the order to withdraw,
Excessive brinkmanship won't help the poor,
Nor ease the tensions that accumulate.
Not by the oily s[tr]and strip called Kuwait
Is the reply found for fair freedom's shore
Ne'er seemed so distant, and a tidal bore
Existence threatens. Is it not too late?
Take care elsewhere. Beware the mirage. State,
Youth undermines. Underemployment's sore
O'erspreads the world, a cancer, more and more
New disappointment fosters, may create
Escape valves which illusions prove too late.
(1 January 1991)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Borrowed Time
Just silence, from the thunder
The reflection of a life
Cant reveal the light inside
But its no wonder
Never took the chance to say
For whatever reasons why
Good intentions arent enough
Cant afford to put them off anymore
But theres nothing to do to make it right
Cause the path of our fate wont be turned aside
Cant expect anyone to understand
But the answer is in your hands
Cuz its borrowed time
Whens the dime running out
Yes its borrowed time
Just so much life
Without a doubt
Only borrowed time
Who decides, I wonder why
I cant say goodbye
Daylight casts my shadow like the rest
Cause the world keeps going on
And I know that from beyond
You feel my helplessness
But if you were standing here
You would laugh about my fears
Like you always did before
You demanded nothing else
Than you ever save yourself
So what am I frightened for
You were the one
To lead the way
Never fooled by the lights
That lead us all astray
And the last one to think
The worst of things
Doesnt change what
Tomorrow brings
(chorus)
song performed by by Toto
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Initial Impressions - 0160
Initial impressions of Anne: a portrait
here follows, as of that short trip I relate
in amateur adjectives alliterate,
as ever, in jest, the events I narrate.
'Rise six, arrive seven, I mustn't be late,
my meetings eleven, thereon turns my fate.
I mean to be early, I'm sure they won't wait;
rush, hurry to Roissy, take off is at eight!
At first all goes smoothly, check-in at the gate,
with only a briefcase, no baggage nor weight,
on tapis he passed me, has he too a date?
We're sitting apart while to board we await.
The minutes seem seconds while I concentrate
upon my good fortune and evaluate
alternate employment. The chances seem great
in corporate finance, no more to stagnate.
But minutes and seconds soon accumulate,
and others around us complain, remonstrate;
the plane is delayed, which my plans may frustrate.
I'm bored, chat while waiting, inside fulminate!
For nine-o'clock ticks while no immediate
signs of flight departure as yet emanate
from Air France, 'London's fog bound' so surly they state:
irate travellers round the desk congregate.
Then sounds of activity near indicate
an aircraft is ready, its engines vibrate,
quick, over to B.A., with inquiring gait
I fly, and he follows, to investigate.
Just four total strangers do not hesitate,
adroitly are able to anticipate
the Trident's departure, and seats relocate.
the others remain, though with rage radiate.
Ere onto the runway we accelerate,
we glance at each other, begin to relate.
I, Lady from Lanvin, groomed immaculate;
while he, what can he be, so weary, barbate?
I, Lady from Lanvin, groomed immaculate,
stylish exterior, career orientate,
yet deep down within me, a fleur feminate
seeks an exit to 'be', both to blossom, create!
There's a gemmed golden clover, conceived chez Chaumet
adorning my finger so fair, annulate,
do not be deceived though, those tips roseate
have also known sorrow, and sadness I hate!
As sedate expressions oft dissimulate
unease, insecurity, I isolate
the sentiment somehow that I'm second rate
by progress in business, false fears compensate.
Ahead in my field, I the rest dominate,
create, affiliate, then amalgamate,
expansion advocate then conglomerate:
this surely must prove I'm not inadequate.
Pieds sur terre, in the air, we do debate.
Merchant Banks' merits, that most denigrate.
He offers the option to collaborate
in equity placing, a job which does bate!
Soon 'please fasten seat-belt' signs flash luminate,
as through dew-decked clouds we dive, decelerate.
Earth rises to greet us, we've landed, brakes grate.
then tired Trident taxis to terminal gate.
Quickly through Customs to where ranked cabbies wait
then speeding past Palace towards Bishopsgate.
Through noon's terrible traffic jam we navigate,
At Cheapside we part, leaving me to my fate.'
(24 September 1978)
poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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