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It's Time (Lyric) by PoeticXTC It's time that makes us
It's time which breaks us
It's time we take responsiblity at hand.
It's time that fakes us
It's time which takes us
It's time we all make a stand.
It's time that heals us
It's time which kills us
It's time we find a cure.
It's time that fills us
it's time which steals us
It's time we should all mature.
It's time that fails us
It's time which bails us
It's time we survive on our own.
It's time that hails us
It's time which sells us
It's time we should not be alone.
It's time that finds us
It's time which binds us
It's time we come together as one.
It's time that minds us
It's time which blinds us
It's time we light the way for the sun.
It's time that sold us
It's time which holds us
It's time we put our dreams in range.
It's time that molds us
It's time which olds us
It's time we give our lives a change.
It's time that makes us
It's time which breaks us
It's time that fakes us
It's time which takes us
It's time that fills us
It's time which steals us
It's time that heals us
It's time which kills us
It's time that fails us
It's time which bails us
It's time that hails us
It's time which sells us
It's time that finds us
It's time which binds us
It's time that minds us
It's time which blinds us
It's time that sold us
It's time which holds us
It's time that molds us
It's time which olds us
It's time that we stop making excuses for our downfalls.
It's time which we start making a reality of it all.
It's time we stop blaming time, for wasted, on time we do not have.
It's Time...
It's Time!
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Wasted Words
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the Heart is not unmade by broke
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Posted: December 20, 2005 8:26 PM PST; Last modified: December 20, 2005 8:26 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.179294 Overall Rank: 4822 Comments:
Rhyming dictionary.
That is, whether you believe these are true is irrelevant. You were just making rhymes. If you'd kept this up to "It's time what lords us", you'd have had to say "It's time who [former US president Gerald] Fords us." Is rhyme a very reasonable thing to base your beliefs on? No. Religions start that way. As you should know, seeing that "Jesus" half-rhymes with both "pleases" and "wheezes".
u again Zodiac.... please give it a break. Your comments are not constructive and your ignorance is annoying me.
A hammer and nails aren't constructive either if you don't use them.
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time is not important.
For the finite, it doesn't really matter,
for it really makes no difference.
For the infinite, it doesn't really matter,
for its there and there..........
but WE are not.
PS-It's not time what makes us.
PS-Its the love that does its thing
Am I making sense? ji, ji , ja, jub , da da da, berrrrr, brum
http://www.mindspring.com/~mfpatton/zeno
Most of my claims are both true and false, therefore I do not exist. Not all the ladies were won over by Zeno and his lines.
332 is a symbol. What if say 2 of them were twins? Then on a genetic level there are only 331 unique individuals. See it depends on what or how you're counting. Even though the group hasn't changed you can come up with different numbers based on what you're looking for. The numbers only exist as symbols for grouping things in common that we percieve to be in common. Another analogy: You're the only person on earth and you see double sometimes. If you see birds in a tree and they aren't singing how do you know how many birds are in the tree. See senses are a requirement.
miraculously figure out everything around it anyway.
Happy marriages are boring.
Suppose your scientist deduces 332 planets. Then he looks through his telescope and sees 332 dots. (If he's using a radio telescope he sees 332 splotches of radio waves that look like what he's deduced stars' radio waves look like, not the stars themselves, but that's beside the point.) In the end, he has to logically deduce that the 332 dots he sees are stars. Even if he were to construct a spacecraft and land on each of 332 "planets", he would at some point or level have to deduce that, for one, the matter he was standing on comprised a "planet" and this "planet" orbits the sun he was considering, and for two, that the sensations he was experiencing meant he was "standing" on "matter". Is his conclusion - that a particular star has 332 planets - any less logically deduced because he's seen the planets or stood on them? I'd say no. But I have a feeling -=Dark_Angel=-'s going to get back from the Orkneys and tear us all new ones on this. Best to go on about our business and pretend this whole thing never happened.
DOVINA: No I didn't.
ZODIAC: Okay, you used it like a dope. "for", too.
By the way D.A. P.I's response is likely to be along the lines of: "Without any sense whatsoever I can tell you how many planets orbit any given star by using this calculation: x² + 7x + 53 = 11/3 ."
The question you should ask -=Dark_Angel=-,P.I. when he gets back is "What is the minimum you'd have to program a supersupercomputer with for it to deduce everything else?"
DOVINA: Deference!
ZODIAC: Christ, he's a programmer and philosopher. What was I supposed to do, spit in his eye?
on whether P halts on input D, or loops forever on input D:
i.e. H(P, D) = True if and only if program P halts on input D.
The upshot of all this is that there are true statements that are undeducible. Clearly any machine that could 'deduce everything' would have to accept these statements as given. There are infinite such statements. So there is no finite upper bound on the minimum you'd have to program a supersupercomputer to deduce everything. The interested reader is encouraged to have a look at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halting_pro
* Caveat: by 'algorithm' I mean 'Turing machine'. This covers all algorithms (and a lot more) that can be written on any computer, in any language, today. There might be an as yet undiscovered magical means of computation that could solve such problems, but if such a means exists, only Jesu would know about it, and it would be His little secret.
On a more-or-less unrelated note, a woman named Barbara Rickard of West Sussex, England, ran a mile in 8 minutes, 14 seconds, wearing Wellington boots filled with custard.
And by "resolves" I mean Ralph bending Alice over the kitchen table and just before shoving it in yelling..."TO THE MOON ALICE. BANG, ZOOM, TO THE MOON!
re "Put into action":
You're doing it again. Yes, yes, you know it makes no difference in your meaning, etc, etc, etc, to refer to something occuring naturally as "made" or "put into action". That's all fine. But *could* you phrase it my non-clodly way if you chose to? I bet not.
When I say "Put into action," I imply a Putter. If you say the laws of nature came about naturally, which can only mean spontaneously in this context, you deny God's input, and that conflicts with your previously stated belief in God.
Actually, I bet you're thinking of the Pascal's wager comments here: http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.j
I also think God makes a really handy literary device. Maybe that's what you're thinking of.
As long as you can suppress any raicist thoughts you might get.
Being that I work with actual Africans(you know, born and raised in Africa) I can tell you I've still got no argument against you.
Tell me do you think American Black people work so hard and have so many jobs because we trained them so well.
It might be a hard call for you to make because you're English and if you stumble across a black person over there 9 times out of 10 it'll turn out to be that guy from Fine Young Cannibals.
As for the tale of how Africans came to have black skin and white palms, I heard it in South Africa, needless to say, from a white Afrikaner.
But that aside, all the Afrikaners I know think South Africa is still pretty much run by English buisnessmen. This is why many of them migrated north and became Muslim and swore off custard forever. They hated you guys that much. Now they're talking with the Chinese about joining forces, going south and killing all the englishmen and dragging their bodies through the streets. They plan on calling the great raid "Custards last stand".
On a similar note, I just read that the German lunatic Otto Leuben once bet that he could turn a deck of cards in a specific order. He turned cards every day, ten hours a day, for ten years before he succeeded, after about four-and-a-half million tries.
I should tell you I believe poets should avoid making large unsupportable pronouncements (ie, "Time is infinte").
SOMEONE'S OBVIOUS RESPONSE: You're saying poets shouldn't talk about time or infinite time! Your a dick!
ZODIAC: That's not at all what I'm saying. I'm saying poets should talk about time being infinite in supportable, poetic ways. The easiest way I can think of is something like this:
The hobo said
"Time as infinite".
I didn't know what
to think about that, but then
I walked out under the stars and
it all seemed very infinite.
The end.
You see the difference? (Hint: Mine has hoboes.) Both my poem and the poem above leave you with the impression that time is infinite. But my example doesn't meatclub you in the head with the idea. Mine isn't susceptible to attack from people saying "time isn't infinte, your a clod". Mine supports its assertion, albeit rather sloppily, with the infiniteness of nature. Mine acknowledges that it's just opinion or feeling. Mine includes dramatic action, poetic imagery, metaphor.
SOMEONE: Your poem's not better. Your a dork.
ZODIAC: Mine is better. You don't know what you're talking about.
SOMEONE: This poem is true to PoeticXTC's true self and feelings. He shouldn't have to change that. Fuck u!!!!1!!1
ZODIAC: What, PoeticXTC's 'true self' is trumpeting vague unproveable truisms like "It's time which olds us" about and not ever considering, poetically or otherwise, that his idea might not be the correct one? I don't believe it. But if that's the case, then yes, I do think PoeticXTC should change *that*. QED.
SOMEONE: Fuck you in the eye!
ME: Err Sure.
ZODIAC: I think Im being too hard on you, you might run away
ME: Fuck you in the eye! twice!
ME: Have been busy for a while, + will be busy over xmas, but will be back with a vengeance in january. When Im used to a person, piss taking is fine, but with new sorts I tend to get agitated and spew steam out my ears whilst roaring "What did you Say?", it would be difficult for you to go too hard on me these days.
ZODIAC: Thats nice. Mines still got hoboes therefore mine is the best. QED