Then It's White
The hypnosis imposed
by weary repetition
loops —as the sun
sets and rises—
and a processed snatch of
sounds collects— overpowered
by the undue uncertainty
of life; overwhelmed by not
knowing and the
endless amount of time waiting
ahead.
These sounds, these sensations—
already memory—
is captured, collected in
old tapes, decades passing,
gradually crumbling as they play—
the fine coating of magnetic
metal slivering off,
music decaying slightly
through each revolution on
the spindle of the future;
fog-seeping arrhythmia,
breathing feedback,
crackle to fade: stasis
gleaming.
Images lay in ruin—
an elegy for the day;
requiem for the night—
whittled away—
smoke billowing from
the smoldering city below,
disintegrating in the drone
of dejected fanfares—
anxious,
encroaching dread nestled
in the
uneasy ripples of social distortion,
shimmers of infinity drenched in
an acid bath.
The inherent imperfections
wash, incremental silence
moving like waves tearing
at the sands of thought,
tracing them on the shore—
cracks appear, tumble
toward the void, loosening
what is left and
what has vanished.
Vibrations of all-encompassing tension,
incidental music twittering,
no relief pulsing
as the world falls apart—
leaving things to simply settle,
all returning to dust,
space expanding
between everything,
edging closer
to darkness….
Then it's
white….
Then it's
white….
Then
it's
wh ite….
And so it goes….
poem by Tim Stensloff
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poem by David Keig
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An espionage organization is a collector: it collects raw information. That gets processed by a machinery that is supposed to resolve its reliability, and to present a finished product.
quote by Aldrich Ames
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Repetition
Im coming back to you
Just like before.
Ive been a lonely boy
Since I walked out your door.
If theres a life for us,
I dont know.
But I cant live like this
Anymore.
The time I spend alone has nothing to give.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
Im coming back to you,
This time to stay.
If Ive learned one thing
Its that I cant stay away.
The time I spend alone has nothing to give.
The life I lead alone has nowhere to live.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
And I can still recall
How you would hold me.
The way a vast wave
Broke so slowly.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
Repetition,
The only thing I can do.
Repetition,
And we can see this through.
Its repetition,
Im coming back to you.
song performed by by Information Society
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I believe that these devices like repetition and rhyme are not artificial, that they're not imposed, somehow, on the language.
quote by Paul Muldoon
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As far as hypnosis is concerned, I had a very serious problem when I was in my twenties. I encountered a man who later became the president of the American Society of Medical Hypnosis. He couldn't hypnotize me.
quote by Theodore Sturgeon
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Repetition
You get up in the morning
And every single day
Is just a repetition
Its always been that way
You live alone inside your head
Incommunicado, in the land of living dead
Each days a repetition
Of the one that went before
Like watching an old movie
You cant sit through anymore
Why dont you kick the habit
And walk right out that door?
From all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
Its always been that way
Its in your head, its in your eyes
Youre boring and its no surprise
With all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
They say its time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day
You look in the mirror
Is anybody there?
Its only a reflection
That doesnt really care
Youre a product of your time
Looking hard for something, but you never saw the sign
Lock inside a prison
But thats where you wanna be
Stuck in solitary
And youve thrown away the key
You say you want your freedom
But you dont wanna get away
Then you wake up, its time for you
To start another day
With all the repetition, day after day, all the repetition
All the repetition day after day
Another chance, another day
You know its time to get away from all the repetition
Day after day
How long you gonna sit and wait
Youre getting on its getting late
They say its time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day
song performed by by Kinks
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Joy In Repetition
{crowd noise same as for alphabet street}
He like to frequent this club down up on 36th
Pimps and thangs like 2 hang outside and cuss for kicks
Talking 2 no one in particular, they say the baddest I am tonight
4 letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite.
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
Live music from a band plays a song called soul psychodelicide.
The songs a year long and had been playing 4 months when he
Walked into the place.
No one seemed to care, an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating 2 words, over and over again
Was this woman he had never noticed before he lost himself in the
Articulated manner in which she said them.
These 2 words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough 2 turn u on.
4 everytime she said the words another one of his doubts were gone.
Should he try 2 rap with her? should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her, she didnt seem 2 care.
So over and over, she said the words til he could take no more, (no more)
He dragged her from the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me whats your name
She only said the words again and it started to rain (rain, rain, rain)
2 words falling between the drops and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
She said love me, love me, what she say?
She say love me, love me.
Joy, why dont u love me baby, joy, why cant u love me baby
Joy, come on and love me baby, joy in repetition
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy in repetition,
Alright, joy, all my wishes add up to one
Love me, joy, love me, joy, love me, joy
Love me, love me, joy, joy, joy in repetition
Joy, joy in repetition,
Joy, joy (love me) in repetition,
Love me, love, joy, joy, joy in repetition
Joy, and Im gonna say it again, joy, joy, and Im gonna say it again,
Joy, Id like 2 go way up high and say, love me, joy
Ill say love me, joy
Joy, joy in repetition, joy in repetition
Theres joy in repetition
song performed by by Prince
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In Uncertainty We Live
IN UNCERTAINTY WE LIVE
In uncertainty we live,
And in uncertainty we will die-
Uncertainty is with us
In all our loves and hopes,
Nothing can escape
The ‘not knowing’ which will always be with us-
Uncertain we are born
And uncertain we will die-
God help me contend with the Uncertainty
With greater wisdom and courage.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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As Long As The Sun Sets
As long as the sun sets,
my heart will belong to you.
As long as the sun sets,
I will never be blue.
But when the sun rises,
I will start all over again.
Surrendering to your love,
as long as the sun sets.
poem by Yashika Virvez
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Duty And Work!
Sun rises and sets everyday;
Moon rises and sets everyday;
Plough man ploughs the field;
Poets love to compose poems!
Some love to do duty well;
But many do only for profit.
How duty has to be done?
What do duty, work mean?
Duty is done expecting none;
Work is done expecting some.
Duty and work all have to do;
But duty, works are different!
Duty is life work for everyone;
Work is done to live life here!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Who wakes and rises at the first cry of the songbird collects the best fruit of the night.
My Heart's Corner, , , ,
moments of laughs spent together, ,
moments of smiles spent together, ,
moments of fights spent together,
moments of busy ness spent together, ,
somethings discussed together, ,
some solutions found toghether,
way of living discussed together, ,
discussed and decided to be together..
will always be remembered in this life and even after, ,
may you always b happy even after me, ,
well i hope u always reign to b seen after me,
high up in the bright sky, ,
ur name flutters, ,
i know you u want the whole sky to be urs, ,
may u ask 4 all n get more then wht urs, , ,
the sun rises, , the sun sets, ,
the moon rises, the moon sets, ,
the stars sparkle, , look cute,
i admire them in totally a silence soo mute,
my heart throbs with each of ur word said,
what if you never said,
how much you loved me, ,
but still feel u around me, ,
set even my mind according to it, ,
well ill always need my heart to remind me of it, , ,
cos u r the corner of my heart, , ,
who's never ever apart! ! ! ! !
luv ya, , , , , my life, , ,
poem by Pooja Mehta Shah
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Remember that there is nothing stable in human affairs therefore avoid undue elation in prosperity, or undue depression in adversity.
Remember that there is nothing stable in human affairs; therefore avoid undue elation in prosperity, or undue depression in adversity.
A phrase begins life as a literary expression; its felicity leads to its lazy repetition; and repetition soon establishes it as a legal formula, undiscriminatingly used to express different and sometimes contradictory ideas.
quote by Felix Frankfurter
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Who takes cover under the branch, collects what rains and collects what falls.
Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.
quote by James A. Baldwin
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There's you in me,
There's you and there's me
There's Life and there's death
There's love and there's hate,
But you and i must live together.
There's me in you,
There's you in me,
Together we're in one
Life may start, life may end;
But you and I will always love one another,
As long as you and I liveth,
Life in the morning, life in the evening,
The sun rises, the sun sets.
But you and I remember one thing,
Love is our religion.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Bridges Of Uncertainty
Each day we cross
the bridges of uncertainty
never knowing what
we might meet when we get there,
but we cross them just the same
as life must go on.
The bridges of uncertainty
lie everywhere in our path
from our first steps in the morning
to our last steps at night.
We walk our lonely miles
never knowing what we might find
or what our life will bring.
Sometimes we find love and happiness,
sometimes its tragedy and misery
that befall us there.
Sometimes it is sunshine in the rain;
they are all there in life’s elusive game
on the other side of the bridges of uncertainty.
poem by David Harris
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All Day And Most Of The Night
It took a long time coming,
For me to end the sounds leaking...
From a dripping faucet.
But when I got it fixed,
The hypnosis of it awakened me to wonder...
Why it had taken me so long to notice it?
It was as if I resisted.
To think of it not as a nuisance.
But as a pet I kept to keep me company.
With a wish I didn't have to get up to leash it.
And it would go outside by itself to play,
All day and most of the night.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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