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A Thousand Pasts

She walked out into
the cold light of her own future
quivering;

half-present
because hard lessons
from her thousand pasts
gave no indication
of any future destination;

therefore, she stalled
at the intersection
strung out on reality
hoping to mold
a destiny
from a too-crowded
yesterday,

one jumbled up with faded significances
leaving her with
obfuscations rambling within her thousand-fold memories,
which taken together, subdued her consciousness
leaving her
devoid of intent
or direction
and meaning.

'I have seen' she said
'too much TV;
too many versions of the truth;
experienced too many versions of my self
to see or forge
a clear path
in my future tense.'

'The Past' she said 'is best lived
in the real world
because if I am swamped by
multitudes of pseudo life experiences
these will not necessarily lead
anywhere
and there is born future confusion
and ended momentum
and I, I see, am left with only
Media, Computer and TV memories
and crippling apathy.'

'Life is best led' she said sadly;
not viewed or merely read;
and how much of what I currently
am
is derived of such? '

And yet
these thousand points
are mine
and part of me;
how to re-assemble them
into coherency-
my generations reveille
and hard task
to achieve.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Past, Present, Future

i lived in the past for so long
that the present was always unknown.

now i always look ahead at all the possibilities
and there is so much, that i now see.

a shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel
and my thoughts being poured through a funnel.

the past is the past, and that's where it will stay
and in the present, we have to find a better way.
for the present will soon be our past
and if we don't do something, it will not last.

we must always look to the future
for it is only twenty four hours away
then it will be our past
and we have so much to do and say.

when i look at life, i truely have to laugh
today is our future and tomorrow it'll be our past.

now that i have you confused as to what i am
trying to say.
i guess i will try' to put it a better way'.

we all tend to procrastinate
always leaving it for tomorrow.
but! what if you don't see tomorrow.
and today you did'nt accomplish that task
how will you be remembered
if the present you left for last.

when we leave this material world
and our souls soar up in the sky
we will still have our memories
and that we can rely.

for when we get up there(if we do)
your soul will have carried all that you did
in this life
and the memories of friends, family
husband, or wife.

now when you look down on all that you had did
and asking yourself the question.
did i use my time, the way it was
meant to be?
or did i procrastinate, that others now speak of me?

we all have to work in order to survive.
but we must stop on occasion to smell the flowers.
and to enjoy all that we was given
otherwise how can you call this living.

(my thoughts: the words and stories were given to me.
so that i could write them down, for al the world to see.)
this is my philosophy.

poem by Louis Rams
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Features of the Future

I'm closer to the future
Than I was yesterday.
The highway of the future
Is in each break of day.
I frame my future
By the decisions I make.
I encounter the future
If diligent steps I take.
Plans for the future
I made in the past.
Today I face the future
Yet it won't last.
Depending on the future
Is so inefficient.
Because the so-called future
Is vague and transcient!
'you'll live well in the future
if the present is well lived! ! '

poem by Robert Reuben
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Wintermoon

Under stars,
under sky,
I will walk,
my path and fate.

Wathing the moon,
the ghostly light,
enchanted by its beauty.

I will walk forever on,
knowing that past is past,
and future is future.
Life is only lived in the present.

I will walk,
in winter, spring, summer and autumm,
watching the moon,
enchanted by its beauty.

I walk down the path of spring,
knowing my fate awaits,
I'm walking the path of life.

I walk the path of summer,
looking at the sun,
warmed by the sun,
I'm alive and growing,
nature is part of me.

I walk the path of autumm,
seeing the prey of death,
beautiful coulours of the fiery soul,
striving to live once again.
Once future, now the base of knowledge,
THE future.

I walk down the path of winter,
looking at the wintersky,
bewitched by the wintermoon,
so clean,
so beautiful,
and yet so cold.

I will live in the present,
walking towards the future,
while this life of mine is build upon the past.
The past is me,
I'm the past, the present and the future.

poem by Alis ZxZh
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Dimension Merge

For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.

Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.

On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Constant Time

Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,

Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?

Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,

By: ade

poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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The Few Chore

The future is here
I'll say it again
The future is here
Two thousand ten
Flying cars, time-warps
Food comes in pill-form
Robots n' teleports
Progress is still-born

The future came and went
I guess thats the past
The future is coming
I bet it won't last
The past is tomorrow
Or will be next week
Time's a mother****er
The future is bleak.

poem by Les Wordsmore
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Answer Me That

There
just so,
just beyond
the shadow.

I saw it-
a single sprite-
dashing,
hiding
effervescent.

Running quickly
I can just glimpse
it rounding
the enclosement
threatening
to break out
and be gone
to Futurement
escaping
from me here Now-

gone away
from my pursuit
abandoning
Me to Me
and my meager light
in this Now..

Always the chase
always the escape
always the Sprite
hauls away to the Future
never being captured
in this,
the Now.

How my nourishment-
will
my Future be
if I am starved of it
in my current Now?

How born
is Dread
in this Now
because of this?

I cannot be
or become the Future Tense
if I have no Now.

Also, I can have no Future
if I had not been born.

My past then
is essential
obviously,
to both my Future and
my Now-
all these
seem to be in the Mix.

Somebody tell me this:
If I am
or feel like nobody Now
how can there be a Future me?

Answer me that.

If I am severed from my past
how can there be my Now
or my Future state?

More pointedly
it becomes clear,
at least to me,
I have to borrow from my Future
to sooth my Now's despair
and to placate
my Past
which harbors sorrows there.
And if I can borrow from my future
then it must too be there.
So said Einstein.

Ok.

I have answered me that.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Destiny Of Life

Inspiration leads to the destiny of life,
Through respiration the aspiration is filled.
Preparation along with inspiration
Aspires the destination of life.

The destination is inspiration
And the inspiration is the
Gateway to instant activation
And future realization
Is present satisfaction
And past perspiration.
Therefore the past and present
Leads the man to future destination.

Self motivation is self activation
And self determination is strong
Actualization.
All things lead to destiny
And the unknown destiny
Is a predetermined destiny
Which comes to realization,
When you come to know that
You have reached your destination.

poem by Rajesh Kumar Vaishnaw
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Time

Who knows about the future? Who knows what we'll find?
What good and bad things are in store by chance or design?
What can be done today to alter the future's course?
If truth be known you alone rule effects of its force.
Today at work or play only the present exists.
A wise world has no room for a past-present-future tryst.
Each future hour, joyful or dour, will never arrive.
The future will be the future as long as you're alive
The past is gone forever never to steal today's times,
Unless could-have-been memories commit awful crimes.
So love and live each instant of each and every day.
You have so little time as each moment passes away.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Dawn Is A Feeling

Dawn is a feeling,
A beautiful ceiling.
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream.
You're here today,
No future fears,
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to.
You look around you,
Things they astound you
So breathe in deep,
You're not asleep,
Open your mind.
You're here today,
No future fears,
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to.
Do you understand
That all over this land
There's a feeling?
In minds far and near
Things are becoming clear
With a meaning.
Now that you're knowing
Pleasure starts flowing.
It's true life flies
Faster than eyes
Could ever see.
You're here today.
No future fears.
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to.

song performed by by Moody Blues
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El Captain

By the harbour I harbor
The strangest memories
Older than I could ever be
Stranded in nostalgia
So tonight i'll try harder
But it's hard to fix this spotlight on me
In a cast that's taking places
I'm not sure of where I want to be
Stand up, stand up and stand out
I'll Climb El Captain
And jump up to cheers from the crowd
Stand up, stand up and stand out
And I hope you take your camera
To photograph my tears as they hit the ground
No one even listens
The same way that no one ever laughs
I'm taking the car out of the snow
I'm wondering where the summer went to
Circled by your secrets
I'm hoping that they don't include me
At least I'm in good company
Because there's no one else around except me
Stand up, stand up and stand out
I'll Climb el captain
Just to watch the world slow itself
Stand up, stand up and stand out
And I hope you took your camera
The silence makes the loudest sound
It seems far too easy to say the same things
I'll choose my own way to use my life up
And finally I found a new way to say the same things in imaginary ways
I use my life up
You were looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
Through your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future

song performed by by Idlewild
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El Capitan

By the harbour I harbor
The strangest memories
Older than I could ever be
Stranded in nostalgia
So tonight i'll try harder
But it's hard to fix this spotlight on me
In a cast that's taking places
I'm not sure of where I want to be
Stand up, stand up and stand out
Applaud El Captain
And jump up to cheers from the crowd
Stand up, stand up and stand out
And I hope you take your camera
To photograph my tears as they hit the ground
No one even listens
The same way that no one ever laughs
I'm taking the car out of the snow
I'm wondering where the summer went to
Circled by your secrets
I'm hoping that they don't include me
At least I'm in good company
Because there's no one else around except me
Stand up, stand up and stand out
Applaud el captain
Just to watch the world slow itself
Stand up, stand up and stand out
And I hope you took your camera
The silence makes the loudest sound
It seems far too easy to say the same things
I'll choose my own way to use my life up
And finally I found a new way to say the same things in imaginary ways
I use my life up
You were looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
Through your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future

song performed by by Idlewild
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Dawn: Dawn Is A Feeling

Dawn is a feeling
A beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream
Youre here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
You look around you
Things they astound you
So breathe in deep
Youre not asleep
Open your mind
Youre here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
Do you understand
That all over this land
Theres a feeling
In minds far and near
Things are becoming clear
With a meaning
Now that youre knowing
Pleasure starts flowing
Its true life flies
Faster than eyes
Could ever see
Youre here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to

song performed by by Moody Blues
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Memories will always remind

People say that you have to let go of the past if you want to make it to the future,

Truth is that you will make it to the future but your memories will never fade,

Even the ones that a special person has given you,
That you just can`t earse,

Memories are one of the best things a person can have because its something to look back on for as long as you live,

Memories are ever lasting,
A story to tell,

So hold on to those memories,
For in the future as well

poem by Shanice A. Rodriguez
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The Future is Clouded

The Future is clouded
What does it hold?
The future is shrouded
But the future is my mold

But is the future really my mold?
I have realized though, in this life
That everything I do has repercussions 10 fold
And that life must have some Strife

I do not wish to have complete control
There needs to be some surprise
If it didn’t life would have a whole
Life without surprise, all else dies

But maybe that is why everything dies
So we all will appreciate life
So we appreciate the surprise
Of being alive
So we realize life is worth living and that life is rife
With what is needed to survive

poem by Aaron Burr
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Goodbye Winter Goodbye Everybody

Winter has passed friends will go
this year is gone along with the snow
this was the year that everyone knows
this is the year that everyone goes

I'll try not to cry but I'll miss you all
but again I know the snow will fall
My memories will come back that I do know
As long as my life is lived in the snow

I try to hold it all in but it's hard not to cry
thinking about leaving watching the sky
Snowflakes will fall onto my head
I will remember everything you've said

The Joy, the Sadness, the Fun, the Pain
I can see my future from this strength
the future of me the future of the snow
it will all work out this I know

I said I wouldn't cry but this I did lie
This is really sad after all
We will make new friends
til' now and til' then

But for now I say goodbye
to you, to snow sky

poem by Travis Ciempa
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Past-Present-Future

They spend no time together
Yet they're relatively linked
These three birds of a feather
Who march through time in sync

Present is right now
Past is just before it
Future rightly vows
Nothing will detour it

The past flies by too fast
It's movement so incessant
And with a final gasp
Bestows on us the present

The past is understood
When at present we look back
Most memories are good
But some do sadly lack

For the time that's yet to be
The future, as it's known
Let's prepare it present-ly
With good memories all it's own

poem by Stanley Cooper
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Who Knows What The Future Will Bring

Tis said of every individual that they can shape their own destiny
Though others will tell you quite differently and with such thinking would not agree
Who knows what will happen tomorrow who knows what your future will bring
Though at present you feel a bit ordinary and none other your praises do sing.

You may try to shape your own destiny without taking circumstance into account
And you may have great plans for the future and to little that too can amount
To if destiny does not point in that direction your destiny and circumstance
Does play a huge part in your future our gift of life came about by chance.

Who knows what will happen tomorrow you may feel sad and tearful today
Tonight you may win first division tattslotto and you can celebrate in a big way
Or tomorrow for you than today little different with your same set of worries and woes
As Shaw once said 'Life's Not Meant To Be Easy' but such is life one must suppose.

Who knows what the future will bring to you despite what some say it does seem to me
That we cannot look into the future such things are beyond us to see
Those things known as circumstance and destiny a huge part in our lives do play
And these two can make us or break us for in our future they have a big say.

poem by Francis Duggan
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We Can Only Live In The Here And Now

We cannot live in the future the future of us is ahead
And the past has gone forever though memories of it are not dead
We can only live in the here and now though the clock keeps ticking on
And the future we don't know about and the past forever gone
Some say we receive from life from life what is our due
Though many fall victim of bad circumstance so happens to be true
And though some will also tell you hard times are not meant to last
Those who do not have a future are those who have had a tragic past
The rags to riches stories to say the least are rare
Though lady luck can make of you an instant millionaire
Though of one who has won first division lotto I for one am not aware
For such extremely lucky people to say the least are rare
The future is ahead of us and the past forever gone
And we can only live in the here and now though time is ticking on.

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poem by Francis Duggan
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Time

Time is a nonspacial continuum
In which events occur in obvious
Irreversible sequencing union:
Past, present and future, continuous.
What does all this mean to us in our lives?
Well, we have many memories don’t we?
Shared with our loved ones and our relatives.
Past experiences that once were new
Are now old, recyclable memories.
Those timely abstract musings cling to
Everyone: today's contemporaries.
The entire past is what we are anew.
The present is shaped by this time “before”
And hinged on what the future holds in store.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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