Stasis Conceptions Time Warped
stasis traditional conceptions
defining reality boundaries
sling shots
through the looking glass utilized
time melts
elastic in worm hole possibilities
every dreams
imagination potential already realized
poem by Terence George Craddock
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An Eye For Details
details
are
everything
sometimes
details
are not just good
sometimes
details
are everything
an eye
for
detail
eye
mind
understood
heart hand
desire
to do good
patterns possibilities
dreams birth reality
perfection creativity
time to listen focus
hear earth cry
end abuse exploitation
nature models sustainability
ecosystems elastic diversity
interactive beautified energy
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Analog or Digital
Digital is absolute, on or off, zero or infinity.
Analog is steadily changing, never absolute.
Cyberpunk is climbing towards reality with novelty.
Do we see it as an end point or another transition?
Is science fiction imagination or prediction?
Does it depend on the human motive or imagination?
What is the nature of reality?
All of creation is good, even upon death.
All is potential, nothing is dead.
Even upon death, these things persist.
We speak in absolutes. We think in absolutes.
Or we think in analog, hopefully.
Both are valuable and detrimental.
poem by Poet Dragon
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Immortality
Lies of forever enwalls my vision
My vision of lucid illusions
Illusions of deluded memories
Useless memories of my visions
Inhibitions suppress my advances
My inhibitions are boundaries
Boundaries of real from fantasy
Fantasies of distorted reality
Forever is just a lie
For all is bound to die
We can never say ‘never'
Probabilities of possibilities won't err
My skeptical tongue tied
Strangled with this mad hope
Interlaced with immortality
poem by Norman Santos
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Were did magic go! ? ! ? ! ? !
When I realized that magic had died, I begin to cry
The loss of imagination,
The loss of that witch we did not know,
Now science has lain you down,
Never to rise,
Except in the hearts of those who believe,
Those who don’t know,
To them you are reality,
Until the man in the lab coat proves you wrong,
The freedom that we felt is gone,
Our mortality has sunk in,
There is no way to see our dead ones,
The man in the lab coat killed our dreams,
Never to rise again,
As we grow, our children ask of magic,
We let them believe,
We let the hold on to their imagination,
Until the man in the lab coat comes,
He kills their dreams,
As he did to us,
We feel sorrow, detachment and longing
When we remember the day magic died to us
And then we sleep,
The one and only place magic is real!
copyrights 2008: Dustin J. Ross
poem by Dustin Ross
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My Conceptions
my conceptions,
a small cardboard box
jammed with reality
till it bursts, and spills over...
open minded?
how could a grain of dust
blowing through infinity
be any other way?
how can a candle
pretend to be a star?
how can the sound
inside the shell call itself
a wave?
how can a blind man
paint the sunset?
my conceptions,
...just a nuisance!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Planet Earth Wants To Be Clean Green Nuclear Free
possibilities
endless possibilities
dance before mind’s eye
dreams
so many dreams
shapes forms sizes dissimilar
latent possibilities
real within vision mind
so easy to achieve
with concentration
with focused effort
with drive determination
if acted upon
realized brought
forth into fruition
presently globally alas
in a state of being
not evident or active...
yet time is short
global needs concerns
loom ever larger
it is time to reach
conscientious
take environmental
action! ! !
possibilities
prospects chances
of future success
lie within windows
of opportunity
now potentiality is
an attitude aptitude
for global restoration
to be detail developed
now with clean green
energy conservation efficiency
endless benefits use
renewable resources! ! !
inherent latent ability
capability the possibility
of happening existing
making it real! ! !
an emphasis on hydro power
solar thermal wind free sustainable
clean renewable safe energies
pipe dreams
no modern western
industrialized nation
will focus on such dreams
realize such dreams
make such dreams happen
an environmental reality?
wrong! ! !
clean green nuclear free New Zealand
to be achieved when?
New Zealand became
a Nuclear Free nation in 1987!
New Zealand passed
strong anti-nuclear laws.
New Zealand legislation
encompasses a responsible global stance
as a nation opposing weapons
of mass destruction! ! !
New Zealand supports
nuclear disarmament
contributes significantly
to international discussion.
New Zealand legislation
implements regional international
obligations under different treaties
to promote nuclear disarmament.
New Zealand has already
celebrated over twenty years
of clean green nuclear free! ! !
Is it not time
your government
came of age?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shots
Shots
Ringing all along the borders can be heard
Striking out like a venom in the sky
Cutting through the air faster than a bird
In the night.
Children
Are lost in the sand, building roads with little hands
Trying to join their fathers castles together again
Will they make it? who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend?
Machines
Are winding their way along, looking strong
Building roads and bringing back loads and loads
Of building materials
In the night
Men
Are trying to move the borders on the ground
Lines between the different spots that each has found
But back home another scene was going down
In the night.
Lust
Comes creepin through the night to feed on hearts
Of suburban wives who learned to pretend
When they met their dreams end
In the night.
Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.
Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.
But Ill never use your love,
You know Im not that kind
And so if you give your heart away
I promise to you
Whatever we do
That I will always be true.
song performed by by Neil Young
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A Certain Someone
I see us walking hand in hand together
in every book I read and film I see,
but in reality, you are never near.
If I close my eyes, I can see us together
arm in arm and so much in love.
However, when I open them again
I realise it is only in my imagination
and you are never here with me.
Everyone has a certain someone
and I feel you are the one for me,
but waking up from my dreams
you are never anywhere to be seen.
When my dreams finally become reality,
everyone will be able to see
you and me walking together forever.
Until that day comes along
my arms will reach out in dreams,
for in that world you are mine
and loneliness is left far behind.
Tomorrow is another day of dreams
and longings over you.
Always just hoping I will wake up
and you will be here with me.
8 September 2012
poem by David Harris
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Where Are We Going?
Restraints were hoisted on at such an early age
Straps were tightened in the class
Scripts by the school sage
Putting out the spark
Left us in the dark
Possibilities shut right down
The cleaver of the uniform was handed down
Treated like a clown
Where are we going
Where are we going
What are we doing
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
Throwing is away
All that potential
All that potential
Trickling away like that
We will refuse to be your clones or
Work in someones scheme
Let a person find themselves not be part
Of a machine that worships power and wealth
We need our sanity
A day will come when everyone will have
Their due respect
Hate will no longer be a twisted form of love
Where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that
Tell me where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Heart And Soul
In far off worlds I wander
at the setting of the sun
to the mystical land of my dreams
beyond the recourses of reality
where my imagination takes control
and my life is driven
to the landscapes of its bidding.
I walk where no one has ever walked before
exploring all the wonders that my eyes behold.
Across this dreamscape my eyes
explore the endless possibilities
that my mind has conjured up.
Like the forces of a magician trick
I am captured heart and soul.
16 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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American Skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
Ain't no secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, lena gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite
Never ever run away and promise mama you'll keep your hands in sight
Cause is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots my boots caked in mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The full potential of labor can be utilized only if there is mobility in labor.
quote by Paul Hoffman
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Falling
In dreams I was
Falling
But in reality I was
Leaping
In dreams I was
Crying
But in reality I was
Waiting
Is there a difference?
In dreams I was
Running
But in reality I was
Walking
In dreams I was
Dying
But in reality I was
Living,
Catching,
Helping,
But helpless,
Watching the earth die
We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.
quote by Judy Garland
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Peace Talks
They sling mud balls at each other and spat
Sitting respectively in their countries
One day they say, “let us resolve disputes”
And meet in his or his palace to chat
Their wives, their kids, their seats, their fates and none
Of their countries, their men and boundaries
And bid adieu over a glass of wine
To soon declare, they made a good headway
And meet again this time in Champaign fair
They meet, they talk, they laugh and part for zilch
The border line remains like (a) bleeding weal
With both the sides aflame with ire and fright
The price at last is paid by populace
But peace remains as ever in pieces
poem by Sathya Narayana
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The engineer is the key figure in the material progress of the world. It is his engineering that makes a reality of the potential value of science by translating scientific knowledge into tools, resources, energy and labor to bring them into the service of man... To make contributions of this kind the engineer requires the imagination to visualize the needs of society and to appreciate what is possible as well as the technological and broad social age understanding to bring his vision to reality.
quote by Eric Ashby
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Dreams have always expanded our understanding of reality by challenging our boundaries of the real, of the possible.
quote by Henry Reed
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Art Elastic Time Stretches
art time
art elastic time
stretches
into art objects
art achieved
stretches stayed
into life poverty
or life prosperity?
still life time
distilled thoughts
writing time
web skill lifetimes
mind eye painting
heart hand drawing
soul clay beating sculptures
fine arts ability embellishes
art achieved stasis
stretches framed plays
into frozen life poverty
or sales life prosperity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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An Invasion
Given the freedom to choose whom
I would love, I chose you - and daily I
try to plumb the depths of your heart
and provide a safe space where you
can live your dreams and ideas
As you struggle with the boundaries
of reality, spoiling those you love yet
also instilling discipline - I feel your
frustration as new possibilities run
away creating new events which
You did not want to invade our life
where our home is our castle and
strangers are not free to roam; as
you grumble about the prospect
of an invasion by young aliens
I understood how precious you see
our life, how carefully you arrange
everything to keep our world safe
but safety becomes a prison, we
need challenge and adventure
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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One can't rely on eyes, When Imagination is out of focus!
Eyes can't lie, as they are without
imagination.
When one perceives is hidden
behind cloud of his own
imagination,
How can a schizophrenic can recall who he is,
as seen by others! Mind and intellect when has their
own colours or have colour
blindness,
How can feel true colours of life? When imagination outfocus
senses,
When window is covered by
curtains,
How can one can look clearly at
the world? Room when fitted with filters
and deodarants,
How can one feel the enchanting
odour of soil on first rain fall?
What can be the beauty of
flower, or that flying butterfly to one
wearing coloured glass? When imagination fly above,
losing contact of ground,
The birds eye vision may be vast,
Yet lose minute details,
loses that nut and bolts which
can fit everything!
Never come to conclusion about
anyone,
Never allow prejudice to hold
your mind back,
Let imagination dance on solid
ground, Based on impartial observations!
Learn,
Every beautiful butterfly was
ugly, ever hungry worm before
its metamorphosis!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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