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mandala lama Jan 2014
"Errant on the initial perception we sought to lessen misconceptions to none."
but put upon by reason, i call the kings on treason and smash them all for fun.
dodge the waves of lightning though they stand and say i'm lying.
i see how far they'll go to make this death defying.  so i
calculate probability of actuality to infinity
incredulity crawls close to profanity
spiraling seems to be
looming inevitably
undone
Daniel Magner Aug 2013
I worry
because I've been alive
twenty years
and still don't fully like
who I am,
how long will it take
for someone else
to love me?
Daniel Magner 2013
shayla ennis Feb 2014
time is slow and grows,
faster it seems to go,

why is time important?

can we forget how little there is,
how much we want,
live now not later,

from small to big grow we do,
waste not on insecurities,
forget the wanting,
give and receive what's needed,

old we are now no time left,

did i waste what was given in time?

or use it well

by scarlet rose
Lambert Mark Mj Feb 2015
Faith is a funny tale,
Banging!, on no ones thought of what door,
Humming and cooing and my window jail,
and trudging at my pondering floor

To quicksand it desolates -suddenly-
from titular crown of metals to pallid birch,
All cones of mono roll down on a trolley
with the tetra floss that burns the torch,

Fate is a formidable foe,
Descend itself to morrows fort,
discriminating as it comes and goes
to what it justifies at court,

Stepping to festive cascades,
lying faintly on the tomb of beds
Where the harbinger harvest withering fades,
there it cuts the echoing threads

So we alone stroll at chrono's fraud,
Brooming dust into makers state,
Sack of pennies nods; smirks at prudent gestures sad,
That is when and then we go back to old date
Do not step back into past, renew yourself for tomorrow's war
Junche Jul 2018
WOrds
are not just
WOrds
until you realize
how it affects
someone's life
Time may pass
words may forgotten
but the impact
would forever change
someone's life
how long will it chase you
those words that greatly changes
that someone's life
by how you decorate her life
with words
that even time
cannot forget
how these words
CHANGING LIFE
Karijinbba Oct 2021
Freedom is power
Born in wealth, the sins
of my fingertips
silent tongue did cast me aside
your kingdom diamond crown.
Chronological genius you
for chrono disaster me Ram.
O feedom who runs free!
Mostly winds fly blowing yelling
hissing out so loud
winds destroying Mansions
strong towers and never get charged
with deadly blowing crimes.
No human has such freedom.
Wind is free to give life or death.
We all pop out giving joy and pain.
We begin in the same womb, yet live estranged from each other on this planet lucky to even share a song
or a poem, slaves to buck
that must be earned to pay for
bare necessities.
Lucky we pay not for oxigen
to breathe as of yet.
Oh that I was wind to fly and
Swirl my lover up and down the whole night through cosmophile
and blow all enemies skyhigh
and back down eighty mile an hour.
If only your freedom winds
joined mine E.T. divine for  
my hurracane dancing twisters
Tycoons or soft breeze
to sway the willows of our sins
Oh wind Tandabam tam-tam
Come be not gone tantric
with passer by greener
grassy winds.
~~~
Karijinbba
https://youtu.be/94eijZEX0zY
NeroameeAlucard Apr 2016
It should be no surprise
That I felt inspired when I managed to find
Zeal's theme from Chrono Trigger,  Corridors of time
And as I began to ponder this rhyme
I thought "this piece of music is an excellent description of our lives"
Because truthfully, life is a corridor from birth to the grave
The end is inevitable, whether you were born again or unsaved
So I stare at the walls occasionally and at the past I look back
I smile at the memories given to me from days long past
And I March forward once again, and we should all do the same
Life for all is a corridor, the only difference between them is our name
Simon Nader Jun 2019
And death was the beginning
To start my own journey
For the unknown to bring
It feels like eternity

Many people I met
Friends and foes
But I have felt
Emotion in me grows

(Bridge)--

Oceans deep
Oceans fall
Somewhere I am
Inside I sleep
---------------

(Chorus)----

I died many times
I traveled everywhere
Beyond dimensions
Just to lead back to you
-------------------

Where does my heart
Want to be
With you or her
I got to see

I was alive somewhere
Parallel realities
I fell in this despair
Beyond many seas

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

(Acoustic Guitar Solo)

I lived inside a dream
Down comes the stream
In which dragons still fly
I travel up into the sky

I saw my enemy
And it was me
But I still have a heart
Sometime...
Somewhere...
This love ours shall never depart

(Bridge)

(Chorus) x 2
Simon Nader Feb 2019
And death was the beginning
To start my own journey
For the unknown to bring
It feels like eternity

Many people I met
Friends and foes
But I have felt
Emotion in me grows

(Bridge)---

Oceans deep
Oceans fall
Somewhere I am
Inside I sleep
---------------

(Chorus)---

I died many times
I traveled everywhere
Beyond dimensions
Just to lead back to you
------------------

Where does my heart
Want to be
With you or her
I got to see

I was alive somewhere
Parallel realities
I fell in this despair
Beyond many seas

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

(Acoustic Guitar Solo)

I lived inside a dream
Down comes the stream
In which dragons still fly
I travel up into the sky

I saw my enemy
And it was me
But I still have a heart
Sometime...
Somewhere...
This love ours shall never depart

(Bridge)

(Chorus) x 2
Song Lyrics based on a video game with the same name.
almat011 May 2019
Love is between a measured chrono-connection, having a quantum thread of memories between lives extending into the infinity of eternity. No matter what is the timing of life, love never dies to the end.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Yeah in Texas we love to swang
Switch through the lanes
While smokin' on Mary jane
It don't matter what ya claim
We spit flames sittin' on 84
Twistin' round and round
And you can hear the bassing sounds
Thumpin' keep the streets jumpin'
Much love to the originator
I'm talkin' the ***** creator
Earl Davis a legend so don't be second guessin'
Or you'll be gettin' a blessin'
Surprise from my Smith n Wesson
Sittin on Vogues 15s or 14s
Gold over chrome in chrono order
My appeal is so real
So ya know all haters feel
Jealousy and envy but it don't bend me
I just chill and let the wind breeze take me
Into another zone I'm game smooth *** baritone
Gets me a bunch girls to bone
Intellects sang
rollin'hard chirpin' on them thangs

Bound to be a sunny day
In that sunshine state
Texas breakin' crates cuz our music rake
From the streets to the jail cells
Makin' revenue with the crew
Black & Hebrew
No time for evil I moved pass that level
These devils wanna see me fall
But will Still continue to ball
Til I'm over the top chillin' in a million dollar loft
Breakin' off proper treat my guns
Like a visa
I'll never leave my chopper at home
Pushin' more domes than the astros
Wrapped around ya mind like a lasso
Live everyday Like my last though
Just a hustler spittin over instrumentals
Rhymes verbal where's the punisher?
Foes soon to be a victims
From tyna still thangs
Still servin' up on them thangs
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2018
while lucifers steal the light
of this world,
and take to stage...
basking in the frightening
light of Icarus....
monotheism
via plagiarism...
synonym, god,
vector...
the satans bask
in the ***** of....
a reliquary of shadows;
some people
are just too stupid,
in order to lie...
lacking in chrono--stamina...
biologicznie... słabi;
"stupid"...
         herd mentality
always scoops up
the remnant...
odd...
not inanimate pluralism
of hoarding....yet stI'll
a pluralism...
   BØRG...
the remnant contra the remnants
of...
          soft J
Norwegian fjords...
callous Y... a tree,
a tongue of hydra...
           dirge, and prior
to aeons ago, a Hindu cremation...
a burial at sea...
lost, labours of artefact...
gained...
       a love,
surmised via copper.
I got a chrono... something
it meters the time
made in France
set to Greenwich
a silver case
but probably not real
and an expanding strap
in a shrinking World
that's a bonus.
Ryan O'Leary May 2020
Cuckoo clock
                   tower
weather vain
                   raven
sunny day
           caw-some
Daylight saving time end date

thus, go tell the (buttoned down,
     burly, blustering buster)
     "day light save
     ving time" watchman,
     he must absquatulate,
Percheron high horse,
     cuz his curmudgeon,
     crony chrono logical brethren

     will soon expedite
long established decree,
     whereby populace
     linkedin with Doctor
     Frankenstein to accommodate
sans, one third portion
     of the year to activate
"standard time," despite

     less than adequate
advantages figuratively *******
     the "hands of time,"
     despite annual instagram
     "flash mob," who adjudicate
taking timely matter
     to the highest court
    demanding officials

     to administrate
hands down, and
     immediately inculcate
the sensible implementation,
     no more than twelve
     months standard time,
     which the majority do advocate
offers more bene

     fits than drawbacks
     minimally doth aggravate
the Circadian rhythm versus
     physiological affects in aggregate
inclusive would be
     quasi jet lag,
     especially anxiety proponents,
     which claim tampering

     with clockwork does agitate,
nee, this turning
     back and forth
     time pieces can exacerbate
predilection to panic attack
     (case sensitive in point myself),
whereat severe
     disembodied sensation

     finds no alternative,
     or recourse, but amputate
thee noggin yes,
     an extreme alternative
     mostly fashionable
     among decapitated dead,
     who require talking
     heads to articulate

then successful crowned
     subjects with a new,...er...
     (rather preowned noodle)
     (no longer running
     around like a chicken

     without their head) assimilate
among motley crue, with
     whom they undertake
interacting with person,
     or even animal, viz
     skull king recipient.

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